Page 9 of The Price of My Sins
“Here it comes!” she screamed as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She grabbed her beautiful titties and pinched her nipples. I sped up my pace, feeling my own nut approaching. Moments later, she let out a croaky moan before she squirted all over me, and I was shooting my kids inside her.
Olivia fell back onto the mirror, breathing hard as fuck, trying to get herself together. I stuffed my dick back into my pants and was ready to walk out of the bathroom when she called out to me. “Seriously, Bo? You’re just gonna dip out like I’m some kind of side piece?”
I shrugged my shoulders, smirking. “Ain’t your nigga out there waiting on you?”
“Fuck you, Bo!” She seethed, her voice laced with venom.
“You just did, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Now go home to that nigga with my nut leaking out of that pussy.” I winked at her before leaving the bathroom.
Leaving the way I came, I spotted ole dude at the bar. He was grilling me down. I tossed my chin in the air as my face held a smirk. He looked toward where I had just come from, putting two and two together. I chuckled as I swaggered out of the club and through the dimly lit parking lot to my bike.
I heard someone shout my name, and I turned toward the voice. It was Bambi, a stripper I used to fuck around with from time to time. She danced at Club Lex, my boss’s Deuce club, but he gave her ass the boot. She was a drama queen, always starting shit with the other dancers. That’s how we met.
As she strutted toward me, her silhouette was framed by the glow of a flickering street lamp. Her long, platinum blonde hair blew in the wind, and she wore some long net thing over her skimpy outfit. Her heels clicking on the pavement as she stepped toward me had me looking at her pedicured toes.
“Leaving so soon?” Bambi’s voice was flirtatious, with a trace of something playful, as though she already knew the answer but enjoyed asking anyway.
I paused, licking my lips as I roamed her thick frame. Bambi was a pretty girl with some fire head but mid pussy. Plus, she wasn’t who I wanted. She was just a good time when I needed a quick nut. “Yeah. I got shit to do.”
She chuckled, her eyes scanning me with that familiar, knowing look. “Shit to do? Or someone to do?” Her gaze flashed toward the club’s entrance, then back to me.
I smirked, shaking my head. Bambi was one of Olivia’s haters. It’d gotten worse since finding out Olivia and I were connected, and the assumption we were fucking around had Bambi repeating the behaviors we’d seen at Club Lex. I knewI’d fucked them both, but I never engaged in conversation about it. Bambi, on the other hand, never missed an opportunity to throw in Olivia’s face that they were sharing my dick. It was petty—annoying more than anything. Honestly, it was one of the reasons I started pulling back from entertaining her ass. That, along with the fact that there was only one woman on my mind these days. And it sure as hell wasn’t Bambi.
“Why are you so pressed, B? You are not my bitch.”
“I could be.” She reached out and ran her long nails down my chest. “Why are you so hung up on that bitch? She has a nigga, while I’m free and ready to be your girl, Bo?”
My nostrils flared, and I gripped Bambi up by the collar of her netted robe, my face close to hers. “Watch your fucking mouth! I warned you about calling Olivia outta her name. Do I need to remind you again?” I spoke through my gritted teeth.I wouldn’t hit a woman, but I’ll yoke a bitch up.
Olivia might not be mine, but I will not let anyone disrespect her.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Bo. It won’t happen again,” she stuttered with fear laced in her voice. “How… How about we go back to your place, baby? I can show you a good time.”
Usually, I’d turn Bambi down. I wasn’t one of those niggas that were pressed for pussy. But seeing Olivia’s nigga at the bar pissed me the fuck off. All I could think about was how he would be the one she’d be going home with tonight. He rarely came to see her dance, but since he had been accusing her of fucking with me, he’d been on her ass like white on rice.
I told Bambi to hop on, handing her a spare helmet. She stood there shocked for a moment before damn near knocking over my bike as she swung her leg over. When we got to my house, I let Bambi shower in the guest room while I went into my room to shower.
As the water hit my skin like a thousand soft needles, my mind flooded with thoughts of Olivia. For some reason, that woman has plagued my mind since the first time I met her.
I was driving Lexi to the mall. There was nothing special about the day; it just another ordinary day with typical plans. We pulled up to the curb outside of Olivia’s house, and that’s when I saw her. I hadn’t been expecting much, honestly. I was just here to do my job. But the moment Olivia stepped out her front door, I swear all in the world slowed down.
She looked like something out of a dream, like a painting that came to life. The sunlight caught her hair just right, making it glow, and the way she moved was effortless. Confident and regal. She had on this simple black dress, nothing too flashy. However, it fit her as if it was made just for her. Her eyes locked on mine when she saw me leaning against the truck, and I swear I could feel the electricity between us from that first look, but I kept my cool. She had this fire in her eyes, like she’d seen everything, and wasn’t afraid to call it out.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, not expecting to sound so… captivated.
Her eyes kept flickering to me like she was trying to figure me out too, but that didn’t stop her from flirting with me. I thought the shit was cute. There was something unspoken there—a tension or pull I couldn’t explain. After picking them up from the mall and dropping Lexi off, I got to know Ms. Olivia. When she told me she had a nigga, I didn’t give a fuck at the time. I still got her number, and we’ve been kicking it since.
At first, I was cool with fucking and sucking on her when time was permitted. After a while, I started catching feelings and shit. I no longer wanted just a piece of her; I wanted all of her, but for some reason, she kept hanging onto her nigga. I’m not into giving a bitch an ultimatum to fuck with me. Nah, we ain’t doing that. It’s either you with me or you ain’t. I was feeling shorty, butI ain’t chasing her ass. If a fuck nigga is what she wants, then I’ll gladly encourage her to stay over there because I’m all man.
The shower’s steam was thick around me now, but I could still feel the echo of that moment. I was right back there, parked in front of her house, heart racing a little faster than it should’ve when I saw my chocolate drop. She had that effect on me from day one. And every time I close my eyes now, I can still see her: that feisty, beautiful woman with a look that told me she was never going to be easy to figure out.
After rinsing off, I turned off the shower and stepped out. The steam lingered in the air, mimicking the fog in my head right now. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and walked into my bedroom. Slipping on some boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, I felt the cool air hit my skin as I made my way to the living room.
When I stepped inside, I found Bambi lounging on the couch, comfortable like she lived here. She had the music playing, wearing nothing but a towel. The smoke from her blunt curled lazily into the air. She glanced up at me, a sluggish smile spreading across her lips as she took another hit. I swear I wanted to smack this girl upside her head for fucking with my stash, but I refrained. I snatched the blunt from her hand and put it out in the ashtray before plopping down on the couch next to her.
I pulled my hard dick from my shorts while looking at her. “Come handle this,” I demanded.
I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth as she stood and got down on her knees in front of me. Bambi moaned as she wrapped her dainty hand around my thick shaft, staring at it with lust in her eyes. Closing my eyes, I dropped my head back onto the couch, ready for her mouth to take me away from my thoughts.
