Mahasin was a rare gem—smart, graceful, classy, independent, and the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. God really blessed me with her as the mother of my child.
My baby would be raised with love and direction—destined to become the next big thing in whatever career path they chose. And I’d be there every step of the way. They would never miss my presence, because I’d be the first person they’d see waking up, and the last before they went to bed.
“Babe,” Paris called, sliding her leg over mine.
“Mm?”
“I need it,” she begged.
Normally, I would’ve smiled, flipped her under me, and fucked her until she tapped out. But tonight, my mind and body just didn’t respond to her.
My head was consumed by thoughts of my unborn child and all the things I needed to prepare for her arrival. My body… My body was yearning for Mahasin.
Since shesporadicallypopped up at the production studio, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her hair, her skin, and the way I remembered how she felt—how shetasted—had me wanting to jack my dick more often than I’d like to admit.
Paris began to rub the bulge between my legs, and my mind immediately took me back to that one night with the love of my life.
“There goes my baby,” Paris moaned as she released my extremely hard dick from my boxers. She used my precum as lube and started stroking me like the sensation might bring me back into the present. Smiling, she licked her lips with confidence. I assumed it came from the fact that she thought she was the reason I was aroused. That couldn’t have been further from the truth.
I felt her warm, wet mouth on the tip of my dick, causing me to throw my head back and moan. Slowly, Paris took me in, inch by inch, letting saliva build up in her mouth.
Knowing her limits when it came to my length, I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her up and down my shaft at a speed I preferred.
“If you gonna do that shit for me, love, then do that shit,” I moaned.
After losing my virginity to Mahasin, I craved sex like oxygen. But no one could make me feel the way she did.
Sex with Mahasin was anexperience—one that healed a nigga’s past traumas and prepared him to take on the world. I went through women like a serial killer, collecting body after body, trying to relive the high that was Dollface.
Paris—with her once-strong ambition, her looks, and her wet pussy—came close... but no cigar.
“Fuck, love, that’s right, bring your man where he needs to be, fuck.”
Paris went to work on my shit, sucking, stroking, twisting, and now teasing my balls.
“Talk to me, nasty, P,” I requested.
No woman had spoken nastily to me during sex since Mahasin—and I never asked them to. But seeing my Dollface at the studio made me craveeverythingabout her.
“Huh?” Paris asked, removing me completely from her mouth. “Why you stop sucking?” I replied with a question of my own. “Because—what the fuck was that request about? Talk nasty to you? Since when you be on some weird freak shit like that?”
“I can’t try new shit with my woman, P?” I asked.
“Or is it you want your woman to do new shit that your old bitch used to do?” she huffed, removing her face from between my legs and wiping her mouth.
“Fuck you talking about?” I asked as I put my dick back into my boxers.
“The little groupie bitch from the studio the other day. Your whole face brightened when you saw her—and not to mention, you went ghost for thirty minutes to have a conversation with her that I still don’t know what it was about.”
“She’s a friend.”
“She’s not just a friend, Gage. When did you stop a whole set for thirty minutes for a friend? Jason popped up on set with a dislocated shoulder from doing God knows what, and you made him sit quietly until the scene wrapped. But this bougie bitch appears, and the whole world stops?”
You fucking right.That’s what I wanted to reply with, but I knew I’d have to sleep with one eye open.
“Ayo, P, don’t make something out of nothing, aight? Mahasin is an old friend—someone I never thought I’d see again—so her showing up at the studio the other day caught me off guard, that’s it, that’s all.”
I sat up a little, cupped the back of her neck, and began to lightly massage. “I got some things I gotta handle in the morning. Let me take care of that, and I’ll talk to you afterward.”
