The way he was peering into her eyes made Averi’s emotions go haywire. She licked her tongue out sensually, and he sucked it into his mouth. Him being willing to beg, eye contact during sex, it was all too much for Averi. She refused to let Blak wear her down, but it was harder than she thought it would be. All she had to do was make him cum, and it would be out of sight out of mind.
Averi held on for dear life as Blak pumped in and out of her with long, deep, strokes. She squealed into his mouth as she came, and when she felt his dick jump inside of her and his body jerked, her eyes flew open.
“Blak. Tell me you didn’t cum in me.” Averi stared at him with wide eyes.
“I didn’t mean to,” he lied. “Shit, you came and was gripping my shit so tight, it just came out.”
He wasn’t worried enough for her. “Get your dick out of me, and put me down,” she demanded. “I told you I was ovulating. I don’t want to take a plan B. My cousin said that shit made her bleed so heavy when her period came, she messed up her clothes twice.”
Standing there with his dick out, Blak shrugged. “Don’t take one. Shit, I got money. You can have my baby.”
As he stood there with a smug look on his face, it dawned on her that he might have done what he did on purpose, and she became enraged. Averi hit Blak’s solid chest with her closed fists. “You think this shit is funny? You out your rabid ass mind if you think I’m carrying your baby while you’re over there with a wife. I don’t care if I bleed for thirty days. I’m about to go get a pill right now.”
The anger that flashed in Blak’s eyes made her stop her assault. “Don’t play with me.”
“I can show you better than I can tell you. You won’t ever have me trapped and stuck with a kid. You and your wife will be raising that muhfucka before I will.”
“I can do that too,” he snapped. “What part about this is business don’t you understand?”
“What you just did was real foul. Get out.”
Blak wasn’t sure what kind of voodoo Averi had put on him, but he didn’t like it. Their relationship had always been chill, so he’d never seen her angry. The way she was standing there with fire blazing in her orbs looking like she wanted to kill him was turning him on in the worst way. Having to give her up to marry Naomi wasn’t something he wanted to do. He could respect her not wanting to play second to anybody, but he couldn’t see himself letting her give that good pussy away. And it wasn’t just about the sex. He didn’t want to give her away. He knew howlucky the next man would be to have her so selfishly, he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.
“I’m sorry,” he gripped her waist, and Averi frowned.
“I said get out.”
No meant no if she really meant it. Blak never wanted to be accused of taking shit. He had already done something fucked up knowing she was ovulating. He wanted some more, but he would only do it if she wanted it. Blak went and sat on the couch. His dick was pointing straight up as he stared at her.
“Baby, come here.”
Averi stared at him with her lip curled. She wasn’t sure who she hated more in the moment. Him or herself. The way heat was radiating through her body as he gazed at her lustfully had her ashamed. When he started slowly stroking his dick, her kitty spasmed.
“Baby, please.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but hearing Blak beg did something to her soul.
Averi stared for another few seconds before she walked over to him and straddled his lap. He had already done the damage, so she might as well get it one more time. She didn’t care how much he begged or how angry he got, she was going to get a plan B pill the moment he left her home. Pushing out Blak’s baby was probably the average woman’s dream, but she wanted no parts. She wasn’t going to be stuck playing the baby mama that he felt he could always fuck. She wanted her first child to be with a man that was hers. Preferably her husband. There wasn’t enough money in the world to make her give up her carefree life to be a single mother. The devil was a fucking liar. His wife better give him a child because she wasn’t an option.
Blak tongued her down as she bounced up and down on his thick dick. If this was the last time, she had to make it count.
CHAPTER FIVE
Symphony ignoredthe text message on her phone and went to check on her next patient. Per usual, she barely had five minutes to herself, but she didn’t mind because in another hour, she could leave. Symphony had the next four days off, and she couldn’t wait. When she made the decision to become a doctor, she knew the hours would be insane. The only reason she didn’t work seven days a week sometimes, was because the office was closed on Sunday. That was one of the deciding factors when choosing an independent practice over a hospital. Working in a hospital would have paid a higher salary, but Symphony was fine with where she worked.
Stopping in front of the examination room, she knocked lightly before entering. Symphony’s breath caught in her throat when she saw Mario’s brother sitting on the table with a weary expression on his handsome face. Clenching her teeth together, Symphony offered a small smile. No matter how unpleasant their first encounter had been, she had taken an oath as a doctor. She was at work, and she was a professional. His brother hadn’t bothered Mason again to her knowledge, so for the time being, she would forget what an asshole he’d been when she went to talk to him about Mario.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Simmons, nice to meet you.” Her tone was pleasant as she walked over to the computer and skimmed over the notes. “I see you’re here today because you have a cough, pain in your chest, and difficulty breathing.”
“Yeah.” His tone was dry and raspier than usual.
“You do have a slight fever. Your blood pressure is also a little elevated. How long have you been feeling like this?”
“I’ve had unusual fatigue for the past three days. Two days ago, the coughing started. After the coughing, my chest started hurting.”
His chart said his name was, Nasir. Symphony walked over to him and removed the stethoscope that was wrapped around her neck. He smelled like cologne and not weed. That didn’t mean he hadn’t been smoking but with the symptoms he was having, she hoped he was able to put the marijuana down for a little bit.
“Take a deep breath for me,” Symphony attempted to ignore the fact that even when he was sick, the man sitting on the examination table was fine as hell.
He did as she asked, and she listened intently to his lungs.
