Pulling her mounds out, he paid great attention to each nipple by sucking and flickering his tongue in circular motions. Bria rubbed his head, while her eyes closed involuntarily. She was inebriated by his touch and before she knew it, Dough’s head was between her legs, devouring her center like he was famished.
“Yes, just like that,” she whispered.
Her back arched as he sucked her bud. Something so sinful shouldn’t have felt this good. Bria was committing adultery. She was cheating on her husband but there was no shame in her actions. She didn’t even let the thought sit in her mind. No one was more deserving of this kind of pleasure than Bria. She had endured weeks of mental torture on behalf of Lo, so this was her reward.
“Pussy still the best,” he declared, sliding a finger into her center.
He sucked and fingered her with precision. Bria was in a zone, trying so hard to keep her orgasm from breaking free so she could enjoy his tongue for a little while longer. While suspended in ecstasy, the loud and annoying tone of Dough’s phone disrupted her mood. He continued eating but the ringing wouldn’t stop.
“Please don't stop,” she moaned.
It was obvious the phone had taken her statement to heart because the phone continued blaring in the distance.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching into his pocket.
Panting, Bria watched as he answered the call. She was annoyed that her deceitful act had been interrupted by his phone.
“I’ll be there.”
Bria instantly rolled her eyes, knowing her climax would have to be postponed.
“Aye, I gotta go, ma. It’s an emergency.”
She tilted her head as a pout settled on her lips. “You can’t just give me five minutes?”
“I can’t.” He stood up straight, pulling her off the bed.
Bria pulled down her dress and adjusted her breasts.
“I got you when this shit is done. You can even stay here, and I’ll come back.”
The sexual fog Bria had been trapped in cleared up right away. She wasn’t supposed to be here, especially with her lover. The guilt that had been absent swarmed her like a hive of bees. It stung her with shame because she had dishonored her marriage. Yes, Lo was the hardest man she ever had to deal with, but he didn’t deserve to be cheated on.
“No, that’s okay.” She sighed. “I shouldn’t be here anyway.”
Dough pulled her into his arms and kissed her with the lips that was saturated with her flavor. Bria almost folded but kept her composure.
“You are supposed to be here. With me. Do you wanna stay married to that nigga?”
She mulled over his question, knowing her situation with Lo wasn’t going to work out, especially when he didn’t show interest.
“I don't know.”
“Yes, you do,” he insisted. “You just don't wanna say it. Aye, if you want me to handle your problem for you, I can.”
Her brows rose, shocked that he was willing to go the deadly route to ensure that she was happy.
“Just think about it and let me know.”
She nodded, knowing she would never order him to do anything to Lo. Bria was hurt but she was no fool. Inciting thatkind of violence on him would lead to a mountain of problems for her.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
Out of all the times Lo had given Bria his back, this time he felt bad. The disappointment on her features tugged on heart strings that he didn’t know existed. Lo wasn’t purposely trying to be an asshole to her, but it seemed like a reoccurring theme in their marriage.
He sat in the car with Meco, waiting for their target to emerge but he could barely focus on his assignment because of his argument with Bria.
“Damn,” he whispered, looking at his phone.
