Bria was supposed to be his. He wasn’t supposed to be number two, specifically behind a nigga who wasn’t half the man he was. Breaking her pussy in had been something he imagined doing. Now, he had to follow up behind someone who didn’t hold a candle to him.
“What did you learn tonight, Bria?” His tone was gentle, a big contrast from an hour ago.
Her head was still down. “Not to cheat.”
Chuckling, he replied, “Nah, not to play with me.”
Lifting her chin, he made her look him in the eyes. Her lenses were still wet from tears.
“Let’s start over.”
Bria’s head jerked back as she explored his face with her eyes.
“How are we going to do that when I cheated?”
Lo didn’t have a definite answer for her question. He didn’t even think he would be able to get over her indiscretion.
“I don't know but I’ll try to do better by you, and you try to keep your legs closed to other men.”
“But I lied and stepped out. You don’t want me after doing all that to you.”
Bria was somewhat right. There was a part of Lo that was disgusted with the idea of her. She’d been stained by another man, but he was partly to blame.
He tilted his head. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
Bria’s eyes expanded while shaking her head. “No, no it’s not that. I just know men don’t process infidelity like women. They're quick to leave while we’ll give second and third chances.”
“Look, the only reason I’m going to forgive your cheating ass is because I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to do. That’s the only reason.” He made it clear. “You do that shit again, and it’s gon’ get dark for you and him.”
Her gaze drifted back to her feet as he continued washing her. Bria took the towel and lathered it up. She washed him without him having to ask.
“I’m sorry, Lo. Even if you don't believe me. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
He thought about if she would’ve been sorry had he not whooped her side nigga’s ass. Would she continue about her life, knowing she had run to the arms of another man? Lo didn’t respond to her apology. Bria would have to prove that she was sorry with her actions just like he would have to prove that he was all about her with his.
Once the shower was complete, the couple got out. Drying off, they entered the bedroom. After moisturizing his skin and putting on deodorant, Lo got in bed naked. Bria opened her drawer, but he stopped her.
“No clothes.”
She shut the drawer and timidly walked to her side of the bed. Getting in, Lo pulled her close. Bria was tensed as she laid in his arms.
“It’s time for me to feel your pussy.” Seeing her body in the shower had made him work up an appetite for it. “You cool with that?”
Bria looked at him. “…Yes.”
She felt like a mad woman. As if Lo had tainted her with the same crazy he was possessed with. Bria had been scared on the ride home. She figured his torture would continue on her. When they were in the shower, the fear she’d been harboring evaporated into the steam from the water. Lo was so attractive that not even his evil ways could stop her folds from getting saturated with desire. He was built with God’s finest materials. His body displayed all the tattoos and muscles that he hid under his clothes. Lo’s artwork was beautiful. It adorned his upper back, arms, and chest. He was cut in all the right places. Toned arms, sculpted abs, and quads that could probably lift three-hundred pounds. But that tool that hung between his legs, yeah that was something that made her salivate.
Here it was not even an hour ago that Lo had beat Dough to a pulp and now she was laying next to him, sharing body heat. Where was the fear? Where were the heart flutters and thoughts of escaping? Bria wasn’t foolish enough to believe that they were gone. Those emotions were in the waiting room of her mind while she inhaled the spicy scent of Lo’s skin.
How could she allow this man to roll her over on her back and wedge his lean body between her legs? The look of death was no longer prevalent in his eyes. He housed lust while gazing into the windows of her soul. Bria felt like he had placed her under a spell that would’ve been impossible to break. Lo pressed his body against hers, bringing forth a balminess that covered her like a blanket. Pinning his lips against hers, she welcomed the softness and taste of his mouth. Her desire bubbled over. Her juices seeped from her center. Bria was aroused, knowing she should’ve been packing her clothes to flee.
Lo’s lips were slightly parted, giving her access to slide her tongue inside his mouth. This felt too good to be true. Bria ached with yearning. She wanted him to fill her to the brim with his girthy manhood. When his dick became acquainted with her opening, Bria opened her legs wide. There was no foreplay involved. No suckling of her breasts or her consuming him with her mouth. Just their undeniable sexual chemistry preparing their bodies to become one.
Lo pushed into her, inciting a gasp to resound from Bria’s mouth. She was so wet as he eased into her flesh. Inch by inch of pure bliss was fed to her in such a delicate way.
“Good shit,” he groaned, staring at her. “I can’t believe you gave my shit away like that.”
Bria was so caught up in his strokes that not even her blunder could wipe her arousal away. Lo thrusted into her with great rhythm. His dick stretched her walls far beyond what Dough had done. She had enjoyed her sexual experiences with him. After all, he was her first but my goodness, Lo had her so wet that she heard the sounds with each stroke.
