She turned her head and looked at me with that half-pissed, half-ruined expression. “Ahmad…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re dangerous.”
I smiled. “You sayin’ that like you don’t want round three.”
She laid there for a second, leg draped over me, her pussy still twitching against my thigh. Sweat glistened on her back and shoulders. I just watched her breathe all slow and heavy, lips parted, edges all fuzzy.
“Ten minutes and a banana,” she mumbled again, voice muffled against my chest. “Maybe some water too. You’re tryna kill me.”
I grinned, rubbing her lower back with one hand. “Nah, just tryna make sure I leave an impression on that pussy.”
She snorted and sat up slowly, cheeks flushed, robe hanging off her again like it was hanging on for dear life. Her ass jiggled as she stood, and I bit my lip as she stretched, yawned, then walked out of the bedroom like she wasn’t still leaking all over the damn place.
I laid back, hands behind my head, still catching my breath. The whole room smelled like sex. I closed my eyes for a second. The next thing I heard was knocking on her door, and I sat up instantly, eyebrows raised. The knocks came again, and I heard her footsteps pause down the hall. Then I heard a nigga’s voice all muffled but clear enough to make my chest tighten just a little.
“Hey, baby.”
I sat all the way up now. Then I stood up, pulled on my boxer briefs, and rolled my neck once as I looked toward the bedroom door. I wasn’t the jealous type and Taelyn wasn’t my woman. But I wasn’t stupid either. Who the fuck was that calling her baby with her pussy juices still on my lips?
M yl e g sw e r estill a little shaky when I made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet with a sigh, thighs wide, robe hanging open, body sore in the best way. My pussy felt like it had been through war and lost, but I couldn’t stop smirking.
Ahmad was different. A menace with a third leg. Pussy monster for real. He was younger than me, I could tell. But the way he moved, the way he talked me through every orgasm like he’d studied my body in a past life? I wasn’t even mad at the YN or the fact that I never opened my package. I had the real dick delivered, andwhew… did he deliver.
I peed, wiped, then washed my hands. That deep stroke he hit me with bent over the bench had my whole lower half feeling a way. I brushed my teeth with one hand against the sink, still replaying the way he told me to “stay up” while he was fucking me through a leg tremble.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the counter, twisting the stem off with a smile on my face. Then, I reached for a bottle of water because hydration was essential. Especially after getting my pussy devoured, swallowed, and spit-shined before 9 a.m.
I leaned against the counter, took a bite of banana, and let the cold water chase it down. I was just about to tiptoe back to the bedroom when knocks came at my door. I paused mid-sip because I wasn’t expecting anybody. I grabbed the hem of my robe and tied it tighter around my waist, then went to look through the peephole. My stomach dropped, then flipped, before I rolled my eyes.
“This one…”
I pulled the door open halfway and leaned my hip against the frame, eyes narrowed. Standing there, with flowers in one hand and a stupid ass smile on his face, was Travis.
“Hey, baby,” he said, eyes roaming over me. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
I crossed my arms, robe shifting with the motion. “You got me fucked up, showing up unannounced.”
He held the flowers out like they fixed anything. “I know, I know. I just… I felt bad about last night. Shit got complicated but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Complicated?” I scoffed. “You canceled. That’s not complicated.”
He frowned. “Come on, don’t do that. I didn’t want to stand you up.”
“But you did.”
“Tae…”
“You missed your window,” I snapped, voice low but sharp. “I was hot and ready to go, and somebody else slid through. And he didn’t come with excuses.”
Travis’s head tilted. “You serious?”
“You missed out, and truthfully, we should just end… whatever this is. Go home to yourwife, Travis.”
He blinked, adjusting his stance like he was trying to wrap his ego around it. “So what, you're letting random dudes in your crib now?”
“Funny,” I said with a laugh. “That’s bold coming from amarriedman.”
