Fuck.Just thinking about it had a nigga about to bust.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about another woman while inside mine, but I couldn’t help it.
Just when I was about to reach my happy ending, Paris pulled me from her mouth.
“The fuck is you doing?” I asked.
Ignoring me, she placed the condom on my dick and walked over to the bench in the shower. Getting on all fours, she archedher back perfectly. I stood behind her, the bench between my legs, and entered her.
“Baby,” she whined as I began beating her from behind.
The moisture on the bench caused her to slide a bit, so I held her by the waist, making sure that pussy wasn’t going anywhere.
“Stay just like this,” I said, eyes closed, biting my bottom lip.
“Like this, baby?” she whined.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck, Mahasin, you the best I ever had—”
You know that sound you hear when a record abruptly stops?
Yeah. That’s all the fuck I heard when realization hit that I just called out another woman’s name during sex.
What made it worse was the fact that this was the same woman whose relationship with me was supposed to be strictly platonic—healthy parenting. Easing my dick out of Paris, I felt like shit and was physically prepared for the fight that was about to happen in this shower.
“P, my bad, I ain’t mean to—” I couldn’t even get the words out.
She got up from the bench and turned to look at me, pain all over her face. She didn’t deserve this, man. To be treated like that. Desmond tried to warn me, and what did I do? Become a fuck boy anyway.
“Aye, P, let me explain.” I reached for her, and to my surprise, she took my hand.
“There’s no need to explain, Gage. It was a mistake, and I understand.”
“Huh?” I was confused.
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, and the baby is on the way. So, I can see how you could make that mistake. It’s cool. I want to finish.”
She resumed her position on the bench, and although my dick was still brick hard, the fact that shestillwanted to fuck after I called out another woman’s name was suspicious. After a fewseconds had passed and she noticed I wasn’t behind her, she turned her head slightly.
“So, you just gonna stand there and not fuck me?”
“Why you okay with that shit?” I asked.
“Gage, I need to release. It’s the least you can do after disrespecting me.”
Nah. That shit wasn’t sitting right with me.
“P, I think we should talk.”
“Gage, you trying to bust a nut or nah? ’Cause I don’t want to talk—I want to fuck.” Her tone wasn’t angry. It was more… eager. Desperate. Like if I didn’t fuck her, I’d beruiningsomething.
“You wanna make a nigga bust that bad?”
“Yes, I really do, baby,” she moaned.
“Then come get it.”
She got up seductively and made her way toward me, eyes wandering—nonverbally asking how I was going to take that pussy down. I pushed slightly on her shoulders, indicating that I wanted her on her knees. I removed the condom from my dick, letting it fall to the shower floor.
