“What do you mean, Gage? It’s spotless in here.”
“You don’t hear those bed bugs?” I asked.
“Nigga, no. What brought this on?”
I pointed to the safety pin, daring myself not to touch it.
Paris picked it up. “This?” She waved it in my face.
I damn near capped her ass.
“Yeah, that. And now you need a tetanus shot.”
She giggled, but I ain’t find shit funny.
“Gage, this is mine.” She went to her makeup bag and pulled out a mini sewing kit that contained a few other safety pins of different sizes. “See, no harm, no foul,” she said, kissing my cheek and heading to the kitchen.
We cooked. Or, I cooked while she took pictures. I seared a few pieces of steak along with garlic roasted potatoes and asparagus. The conversation over dinner was nice. We laughed multiple times and even reminisced about some of our favorite shows from our youth. We sipped some dessert wine over a large piece of chocolate cake, and my mind couldn’t help but wonder if I wasbeing too hard on Paris. Was I being fair to her? Maybe I could give this a chance.
“There’s a documentary on housing projects and their effect on the Black community premiering on Netflix tonight. I brought my iPad, and we could watch it if you want,” she asked, unsurely.
Her eyes seemed so loving and innocent, and the fact that she was prepared to do something I’d enjoy, wow. She considered me.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” I assured.
“Great. Let’s go shower so we can snuggle up and enjoy,” she giggled.
I decided to use a separate bathroom, and before hopping in the shower, I placed an override on my DND setting that would allow Mahasin to call or text me. Paris would have to understand.
I undressed and hopped in the shower, allowing the hot water to caress my body. Lathering my loofah with my body wash, I began to bathe as I thought about the woman carrying my child. That perfect woman with her smooth brown skin and perfect curves. The best pussy I ever had—wet and tight—the only one I’ve ever felt raw. My pussy.
My dick grew hard thinking about fucking Mahasin from the back, her ass moving like ocean waves.
“Fuck!” I let out a groan as I gripped my dick.
“Oh, I see you started without me,” Paris said, letting herself into the shower.
Don’t get me wrong—Paris wasn’t Dollface, but she was a sight for sore eyes. Her body was perfectly etched, dips in all the right places, and those nipple piercings were sexy as hell on those perfect breast of hers. Her curly ginger hair looked tempting against her sun-kissed skin, and I couldn’t help but fist a handful of it and bring her mouth to mine.
“What you in here trying to do?” I said firmly, a mix of frustration and lust in my tone.
“I’m trying to... to... to do whatever you want me to, baby,” she moaned out.
“I wanna fuck,” I responded. “I want you to bend over so I can beat that pussy from the back,” I said as I tilted her head back and bit her neck.
“Ah,” she cried.
“I’m way ahead of you,” she said as she showed me a gold packet in her hand.
“Put it on me,” I instructed.
Paris got on her knees and went to remove the condom from the wrapper, but I halted her and rubbed the precum from my dick on her lips. As if she knew my non-verbal command, she took me into her mouth, inch by inch.
“Fuck, P,” I moaned.
She sucked my shit like the last bit of a milkshake you couldn’t get through the straw. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she allowed me to fuck it at a perilous pace. She began to massage my balls, causing me to throw my head back and moan out like a bitch.
Damn, I remember when Mahasin did this—twirling her tongue around the head of my shit while she jerked me off and massaged my balls.
