Alexis might’ve fucked her head up, but I hadn’t switched my feelings since I let them be known. When I told her I loved her, I meant every word. There was no room to second-guess what I said or felt.
“Your son got me out here lookin’ like a wimp. Cryin’ and carryin’ on like this shit is normal. Why you get me pregnant in the first fuckin’ place?” she snapped.
Journei went from being down and in her feelings to catchin’ an attitude toward me. She hopped up off my lap and went to the sink to clean her face. I watched with a confused look. Somehow, she managed to make this my fault.
“So, you blamin’ me for your emotions bein’ unstable?” I asked.
Just as soon as I asked the question, her head snapped in my direction. Her eyes were dark, and I could almost see her blood boiling. My choice of words seemed to tick her off even more.
“Damn, my bad. It was me that ran up in me raw and sprayed my walls down. Way to go, Journei. You fucked yourself.” Her response said a lot.
A smirk found its way upon my face. Her attitude needed to be adjusted, and I was a specialist in doin’ so. I stood and took slow, subtle steps toward the mother of my child. Her glare never softened.
The simple connection of my hand cuffin’ her neck relaxed her whole body. Her natural fumes were invading my nostrils and arousal had set in. Two weeks had gon’ by, and Journei’s juices had yet to coat me.
Turning her around, facing the mirror, our eyes connected. My hand was still around her neck as the other began to hike her sundress above her waist. She occupied her hands by reachin’ behind her to pull my joggers as well as briefs down.
“If you wanted to feel me in you…” I stopped midsentence to place her leg on the counter and insert myself into her canal before I continued. “All you had to do was say that.”
I slow stroked the one place that seemed to ease all my pain. The way she felt originally had been magnified. Her waves were crashin’ against my manhood, and I was fallin’ deeper between her folds.
“I didn’t wa?—”
Her words were cut off by a stroke that made her body jump and her teeth penetrate her bottom lip. Our eyes were no longer connected due to her havin’ hers completely shut. Enjoyment was written all over her face.
“Oh, you didn’t… my bad,” I responded.
I started to slide out of her tunnel when she used her muscles to pull me back in. Never had I had a woman do me the wayJournei did. She was the only addiction I would proudly brag about.
Grabbin’ the sides of her waist, I drilled her from the back. Her enjoyment wasn’t the only thing evident. All men did this thing where we look up to the ceiling to gain some composure. That was what I had to do ’cause watchin’ how her cheeks moved was sure to cause a premature reaction.
Her walls were closing in on my manhood, letting me know she was seconds away from creamin’. Speedin’ up the pace, I decided to release with her. From now on, she wasn’t doin’ nothin’ alone.
“Baby, I’m cumminnn’!” she screamed and grabbed onto the edge the sink.
“I know, mama. I’m with you.”
She gave me everything I had been missin’ within those last couple of weeks. The joint feeling felt too good to disconnect, so I stayed planted inside her canal as my high came down. Her moisture mixed with her warmth was how we managed to create a being sharing both parts of us.
“I’m supposed to be upset with you, not fuckin’ you,” she said with a slight chuckle as she slowly dragged her leg from the countertop.
Easing out of her, she let a low moan escape her lips. I had an idea how she felt because it sent a jolt of electricity through me as we detached our bodies. Now that Journei was mine, sinning became that much easier.
For the rest of the evening, Journei played nice and kept her hands to herself. However, there were times where I didn’t know if she was gon’ pop off or not. Natii kept her distance, but Journei’s death threats were felt by everyone. I prayed my son didn’t have her temper.
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A knock sounded off the door before it was opened, and in walked a slim, caramel woman with hazelnut eyes, and a brush cut. She wore a white coat with the nameDr. Pascalembroidered on the left side.
“Hello. I’m Dr. Pascal. You must be Journei Evans and dad, am I right?” she questioned with an extended hand.
Journei giggled while shakin’ her hand and answered, “Yeah. That’s us. How are you?”
“I’m great. Thanks for asking. The real question is how are you?” she countered and went to wash her hands, then put a set of gloves on before taking a seat in front of a monitor beside the table.
“Pretty good actually. I have a hard time keepin’ food down, but otha than that… perfect!”
“Oh, we can fix that with no problem. We have to go over some basic questions, but I promise they’re not questions that’s going to have you wanting to slap me for being in your business,” she said with a smile.
