Chapter 4 #3
“I actually did. You want to know some embarrassing shit? I couldn’t even get hard or bust without thinking about you.
I can’t even tell you if the pussy was good or bad because I was so focused on fucking you in my mind just so I could save face with her ass.
I don’t know what you did to a nigga, but I need that. I’m not using a condom. I’ll pull out.”
All Averi could do was stare. Her ego was stroked, and her pussy was wet.
That was a lethal combination. The woman he’d been at the club with was beautiful.
Hearing him say he couldn’t get hard without thinking of her blew Averi’s mind.
When she didn’t protest, Blak maintained eye contact as he pushed her night gown up.
It barely covered her ass cheeks anyway.
When he eyed her fat mound through her lace panties, the bulge in his jeans seemed to grow.
He couldn’t get his boxer briefs down fast enough.
Picking Averi up, he let her lock her legs around his waist while her back rested on the wall.
His tip pressed into her opening as he sucked on her neck.
Averi licked her lips and closed her eyes while she enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her skin.
She was going to miss sex with Blak, but she had to stand her ground.
She refused to curse herself and her love life by being a side chick and helping a man to disrespect his marriage.
He could get somebody else to do it. If Blak wasn’t the man for her, he could go be happy with his wife, and she’d wait on her soulmate to find her.
And if he never did, she’d learn to be fine with that too.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned softly as Blak pushed into her.
“Why you trying to take this from me? Huh?” he whispered while kissing along her jawline.
“What I gotta do?” he moaned with his eyes closed.
“You want me to beg?” he had never hit her raw while she was ovulating, and her pussy while fertile was dangerous as fuck.
He had to stop stroking her for a second just so he wouldn’t cum.
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 how lucky 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.