CHAPTER 4
*INSERT 4*NYAKALLO.
I arrive home after a long day of going up and down, being a CID is a lot of work, you arrest, release , deal with big files and criminals all day. It's tiring sometimes but I do love my job.
It's the first great thing that has ever happened to me besides my husband, Speaking of he just got out of shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and the sexiness of all that mhmm.
Bokang: Welcome home.
Nyakallo: I should say that to you.
I walk to him and he steps over lifting me up in his arms and giving me a kiss, we break it after a few seconds. How I missed him.
Nyakallo: Can we skip the talk and get to business, we'll get back to it after.
Bokang: I think you read my mind babe, I miss you so much.
Nyakallo: Not more than me.
He walks to the bed and places me there, I quickly take off my clothes with his help then he drops his towel getting on top of me.
I pull his head for a kiss, he rubs his tip on my clit making me wet and I moan in his mouth, he finally goes to my open and inserts the tip first, I break the kiss moaning ad he groans pushing all of it inside.
Bokang: Shit I missed this.
Nyakallo: Me too, please **** me.
I wrap my thighs around his waist and he starts thrusting in slowly making love to me, one thing about Bokang he doesn't **** me he makes love and he always makes sure I ***.
Not once has he fucked me, I would be shocked if one day he decides to. Since we've known each other it has always been making love not fucking. I do enjoy but sometimes I need to be fucked like really fucked especially if I had a bad day or something.
Bokang is a very traditional man and he believes fucking is for whores and stuff.
Bokang: What do you say about giving me a first born? should I *** inside you?
He whispers in my ear while groaning and I moan spreading my thighs more wide as I *** and he starts moving a little faster. And I know he's about to release.
He groans as he shoots his seeds inside me, I know where the first born idea is coming from.
His family has been pressurizing us about having a child and I'm not so ready. One day yes, I want to find my parents or my history of where I come from and all before I could bring a child in this world, I lived in an orphanage I was told that my mom was always drunk and she used to leave me alone when I was 2 years old in the house for 2-3 days without any food, that time she's at a tarven somewhere.
I would go around asking for food from neighbors and one day they called social workers on her, they took me and that time she was not home still so I think that's why she never came to look for me maybe she doesn't know where I was, Do they understand that? of course not all they want to see is "Setloholo" mxm as if kids are taken from a tree.
I don't get how finding my mom is this difficult for god's sake I'm a CID and this should be easy, I've hired 4 private investigators and so far they are always hitting rock bottom, it's like my mom doesn't exist and I don't know anything about my father since I was staying with my mom only. No relatives or anything. And I'm sick of paying PI's for nothing.
He gets off me and sighs.
Bokang: Zoning out again?
Nyakallo: Was just thinking about my mom.
He takes the towel on the floor and wipes himself and me.
Bokang: Really? we just had the best *** and you zone out, is my *** game really that bad?
He's not fighting no, he's not a loud person but he can be when he wants.
Nyakallo: Of course not, why are you even making this about you? is it wrong to think about my background, history and where I come from?
Bokang: I thought therapy helped with that, why don't you accept that your mother is nowhere to be found and you've paid 2 PI's and they still didn't find anything.
He doesn't know I've hired 2 more PI's.
Nyakallo: Yes of course you wouldn't understand because you still have both parents, relatives and you know where you come from.
I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower, I'm angry.
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