I was stroking her so hard and fast, she could barely moan. The sounds pushing from her throat were coming out choppy.French kissing the back of her neck, I choked her harder and sexed her faster. Wonder pushed back into me to back me up. She opened her legs wider, grabbed her ankles, and made her booty cheeks clap like a stripper.
“Oh you playing dirty,” I panted as she twerked on my pipe. She was putting on a show, and it felt damn good. “Do that shit, baby,” I moaned as I watched her perform. “Get this shit up outta me,” I growled as I felt my stomach tighten.
Wonder’s walls gripped me tighter as she came again. I grabbed the edge of the table and closed my eyes. “Fuuucccck,” I felt myself about to cum and on God, I didn’t know if I could pull out.
The moment her orgasm ended, Wonder stood up, whirled around, and squatted in front of me. I moaned like a bitch as she deep throated me. Shorty had just saved me some money because I damn sure thought I was going to have to buy a plan B pill. She went to work on my wood. “Fuck is you doing?” I groaned as she deep throated me. I had to cut that shit off because asking her what she was doing to me was gon’ have me feeling like a hoe for real. My body jerked as my seeds shot down her throat, and she hummed as she sucked every drop. Wonder wasn’t playing fair. She was gon’ have me hiding in bushes stalking her ass eating my dick up like that.
Wonder went to the bathroom and when she came back, I was still standing there, dick out, breathing hard. She hiked her brows. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” I went into the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. I had really just basically told Wonder we were in a relationship. It was too late to go back, so I was gon’ test the shit out. I’d never even had a girlfriend in high school. I was a grown ass man, however, and being with one woman couldn’t be too hard.
I’d had my fair share of women and dealing with multiple females was a bit overrated. I had the fun threesomes, the super freaky women. I wouldn’t be missing out on much by locking in with Wonder. Only time would really tell, but I had no desire to follow in Pierre’s footsteps. I’d leave her alone before I constantly cheated on her and went through drama. I wasn’t with the BS for real and would probably be ready to break up after the first argument. I wasn’t doing all that toxic shit.
“You know you still have time to change your mind. I know sometimes in the heat of the moment, people say things they don’t mean,” Wonder smirked, making me frown.
“G, your pussy is good. It’s real good, but I’ve never had any that was so good it made me say things that I didn’t mean.”
She shrugged passively. “That was your out.”
I walked over to her and invaded her personal space. “I didn’t ask for that shit. I’m good.”
Wonder’s expression turned serious. “I hope so. Because I was already in a toxic situation that left me messed up. I’m not going through that again.”
My frown deepened. “Don’t ever directly or indirectly compare me to that lame ass nigga. What? You don’t want to do this? ‘Cus I’m not forcing you.”
Wonder rolled her eyes. “I’m just telling you my expectations and setting boundaries, Wilde. Lying, cheating, disrespect, abuse, those are all deal breakers for me.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t lie, I’m not a cheater, abusive, or disrespectful.”
Wonder’s head angled to the left. “You aren’t disrespectful?”
I was lowkey getting irritated. Flicking the tip of my nose, I inhaled a deep breath and flexed my jaw muscles making her laugh.
“Are you still in pain? You’re on the grumpy side.”
“I’m in pain, backed the hell up, and you’re talking out the side of your neck.”
“Backed up? You just came. And it was a lot. It almost choked me.”
“Because I was backed up, and that wasn’t enough. Matter fact, we’re doing too much talking. Go home, grab a bag, then meet me at my crib for round two.”
Walking into Wilde’s kitchen, I tried to act like I didn’t see three bottles of cough syrup on the table. I walked straight to the sink and peered out of the window. I wanted to say the sight of the syrup completely disgusted me. While I didn’t have the urge to grab a bottle, I wasn’t so confident that I’d last in the same room as three bottles and not have the desire to grab one. I had been doing great. I still thought about it on occasion, but I made myself think about all the pain and discomfort I went through while I was going through withdrawals, and it was enough to direct my focus on something else.
I had spent the night with Wilde, and I was going to wash his hair for him before I left for work. He ambled into the kitchen. “Damn G, my bad. I forgot those were in here. I’ll take them out.”
I turned around to face him. It was still shocking to me anytime Wilde did something kind or thoughtful. “Thanks. Ihaven’t had the desire to drink any lean, but I won’t lie and say I’m confident enough to be staring at bottles of syrup.”
Wilde bobbed his head. “I got you, G.”
I smiled as he walked out of the room. I was proud of myself. And I was feeling him. I was also ecstatic that he told me he’d already wiped my prints off the gun that was used to murder Mazi. I believed him, and that was a huge burden off my shoulders. There was plenty going on in the hood. Every time I got on social media, I saw news of shootouts, fights and all the other craziness that people in the city gossiped about. It was an eventful summer for sure, and no one was focused on me, Drew, and Wilde, and our so called love triangle anymore.
When Wilde came back into the kitchen, he walked up on me and peered down at me lustfully as he gripped my waist. I could feel his manhood poking into me. “Your hair, sir. We’re supposed to be doing your hair. I have to go to work in twenty minutes.”
“Damn,” he mumbled and gripped my booty. He acted like a man deprived. We’d had sex once at my shop and two more times since then. He was backed up for real. Or just a nympho.
As I massaged shampoo into his thick curls, I found myself wondering what a little girl made from the two of us would look like. Would she have his cinnamon skin and curly hair? Then I swallowed down a lump as I remembered him saying he didn’t want kids. Maybe that was for the best because I couldn’t seem to carry a baby to term anyway. After my third miscarriage, my doctor did an extensive exam, an ultrasound, and she did bloodwork in an effort to find a reason that I kept miscarrying. She found nothing, which made the situation worse. It seemed that I was basically losing the babies for no logical reason. That damn sure didn’t make me feel good.
I pushed thoughts of children to the back of my mind. Whatever was supposed to happen would happen. Just becauseWilde and I were together for the moment didn’t mean he was my forever person. But got damn, I was already thirty. If I didn’t find that person now, would I ever? I had too many thoughts running rampant in my brain. One thing the lean did was slow down my thinking. It gave my brain a chance to relax because calling myself an overthinker was an understatement. I had to over analyze everything, and it was mentally exhausting.
