“Keep playing with your pussy, ma. I swear to God you look so fucking sexy, Juicy.”
Being obedient, she bit down on her lip, her arched brows were furrowed, and her mouth was gaped open in shock, parting her plump lips and moans of pleasure escaped.
“I swear I can’t get enough of lookin’ at you baby. You’re all I fucking think about,” I moaned, still stroking my dick, chasing my nut.
“Hmmm,” she whimpered.
“Taste it. Taste yourself,” I chanted, my voice still filled with desperation.
Doing like I taught her, she removed her fingers from her clit. I could see her juices dripping down her fingers and onto the carpet. Her shit was leaking, and like a nasty ass bitch, she sucked on her fingers, licking them bone dry, mimicking the way I’d do it.
I shuddered as the words escaped my lips, a chill creeping down my spine as I felt exposed and vulnerable. “You ‘bout to make me nut bae.”
“Cum for me Romelo,” she moaned sexily.
I stroked my dick a little faster than I’d been, increasing the pace. Feeling my nut at the tip of my dick, I flung my head back and jerked just a little bit when it spewed out. A glob of it gettingon the back of the toilet. To keep from dropping my phone in the toilet, I placed it on the counter and leaned forward. My legs felt numb, so I couldn’t bend them right now. To catch my weight, I placed my hand on the wall behind the toilet and watched my nut seep out of my dick, catching every last drop, before swiping my finger across the tip of my dick and putting it in my mouth, tasting myself, feeling freaky as a motherfucker.
Gaining the strength, I needed time to catch my breath. That nut took a lot out of me, and had me feeling weak, and my knees were bulking. After taking the time I needed, I flushed the toilet, cleaned myself up, then I picked the phone back up to see that Synthia was long gone. I washed my dick off, noticing some of my nut had gotten on my Amiri boxer briefs and my Amiri jeans, so I had to change. Turning on my heels I noticed Trecee had the edge of the bed, with glossy eyes, and her arms were folded across her chest as her leg bounced up and down. I didn’t walk past her, I stared her down. We were having a staring match. When she blinked, tears swarmed down her face, but I couldn’t force myself to feel bad or guilty that I’d gotten caught. If she wanted to leave, I wouldn’t feel threatened, nor would I chase her.
“Who is she?” Her voice croaked.
“Who?” I answered, dumbfounded.
“Juicy,” she frowned in disgust.
“Just a friend from around the way,” I responded, walking past her and staggering toward my closet so I could change.
I heard her scoff behind me. “Is it a friend who I’ve met before?”
“You may have seen her once or twice. Memphis ain’t that big, so I don’t know who you know that I know and I don’t know who you do,” I shrugged.
“How long?” she sighed.
Rummaging through my shit, I settled on a pair of Nike joggers, then I walked over to the dresser for some clean underwear so that I could get dressed. Looking at her, her chest caved in, like she couldn’t breathe.
“What does any of that matter for?”
“So, I guess I can play with my pussy with my male friends on the phone, huh?”
“Do what you want to do, but you won’t be in my house doin’ it, and how do I know that you ain’t already cheating? Every other month you got BV,” I scolded her.
Her head snapped back, a curtain of hair obscuring her vision as a cold dread washed over her. “I told you why I get that every other month. It doesn’t mean I’m cheating on you,” she hissed.
“I beg to fuckin’ differ.”
“I’m tired of this tug of war game we’re playing, Rome. What happened tous? You’re the love of my life, I’m sure we could work something out,” she pleaded. “You’ve gone to the doctor with me and heard her say that’s the reason why I keep getting BV. Don’t hold what I was born with over my head.”
“I just feel like our time has passed and there ain’t no more future with you, Trecee. That doesn’t mean I won’t have love for you no more, but this shit is dead between us, and I’m tired of the back and forth shit,” I snapped.
“What about my birthday?”
“What about it?” I asked irritably.
“Are we still going to Turks and Caicos?”
“That’s on you, I ain’t losing out on no money.”
“It’s supposed to be a couple’s trip.” She pointed her finger at me as if she was warning me. “You can’t be doing that shit out there, embarrassing me?—”
