“Wow. So, it was a front, huh? Why is it she keeps ending up on top? First you, now Hades.”
“Who the fuck is Hades?” I asked, cutting her off.
“Don’t worry about it, Alexis. I see I ain’t mean shit to you. It’s fucked up to think I had someone in my corner that was for me just to find out I’m only second best. Have a good life, yo.” Galleria walked away, and I felt like shit for the second time in two days.
I did a light jog to catch up to her before she was completely out the door. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back into me.
I was all woman, but my lil’ ass had big dick energy like a muthafucka. Galleria was shorter than me, coming in at four-eleven and fit into my frame perfectly.
The love I had for Journei was unmatched, but Galleria was still a woman I loved. We shared good memories and laughs. She wasn’t someone who came in the picture while dealing with my wife. She was already here. Her body was dumb crazy and natural at that. I wouldn’t change a damn thing about her.
As she leaned into me, my left hand made its way from her stomach to her neck. I applied a lil’ pressure, then brought her head back so a kiss could be shared.
She never denied me of anything I wanted. She was head over heels for me the way I was for my wife, and right now, I didn’t want to argue with her.
Sex would shut her up and keep her at bay. Her tongue and lips were still soft as ever, givin’ off that hint of strawberry that seemed to always be there.
As our tongues played tag, my free hand crept up her thigh to that place that was just as wet and warm as a jacuzzi.
Like I expected, she had no panties on. Galleria was a walkin’ Little Caesars—always hot and ready. It took one swipe between her folds to have my fingers soaked. To her, arguing was the first step in having bomb ass sex.
My fingers were moving in a swirling motion across her pearl. I loved the way pussy felt, and hers was so smooth and wet. If I asked to live in that bitch, she’d let me.
I was gon’ fuck her right there in the doorway. My wife had completely moved out, and I felt like I had free rein to do what I pleased in my house.
Galleria’s chest began to heave as she pushed soft moans into my mouth. Letting her neck go, I ushered her hand between herthighs to dip a finger or two into her pussy. She got off when we both played.
My attention was on her clit while she let me hear how her waves were crashing against her fingers. Such a beautiful sound. When her leg began to shake, I knew she was near.
I released the hold I had on her clit and took a step back. Her response was quick and exactly what I expected. She turned around with an attitude and glaring eyes.
“The fuck you stop for. I was right there.”
I grabbed her neck once again and backed her against the door. The tube dress she wore was meant for easy access. Bringing down the front of the dress, her perky C-cups were on display.
Those pretty pink nipples were exposed, and I was the one to latch on to them. She tasted like strawberries, no matter what part of her body I zoned in on. Naturally sweet and refreshing. Soft moans continued to leave her mouth as I had my way with her body.
Hiking her dress up over her ass, her pussy was now visible and glossy. I got on my knees, which was somethin’ I didn’t do often. I preferred any position other than this, but I was in the process of makin’ one of my women happy.
Lifting her left leg, I placed kisses along the inside of her thigh. A trail led to her box that held an aroma I had grown fond of. I dove right in, not givin’ her a chance to catch a breath. Her mouth formed the shape of an “O” as she gripped a fist of my hair.
I couldn’t tell who produced more fluids at that moment. I was leaking just as bad as her and ready for a messy session.
“Fffuucckkk!” was all she had for me. I was goin’ all in because she didn’t deserve the bullshit I was on. Journei didn’t either, but Galleria was the only one still tryin’ to fuck with me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her pearl, making her shiver. I wasn’t sorry for marrying Journei, just sorry for stringing Galleria along.
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“Boss, you got some visitors here to see you. A couple of taco eatin’ muthafuckas,” one of my warehouse workers came through the door, letting me know Diego and Kégo were here.
I wasn’t expecting them for another day; however, I was glad they flew in early. Gills had become a thorn in my side.
“Thank you. Send them in for me,” I responded.
A minute passed before my guests came waltzing through my office door. Diego looked good to be in his late fifties. He had gray hairs mixed in his beard, honey nut eyes, thick eyebrows and lashes, and a strong jawline.
His hair stayed in a low curly temp fade, and anything he wore was fitted. Everyone was practically taller than me, but Diego was a giant. That six-four height towered over me and then some. That man was handsome, nonetheless, though.
