Chapter 14 #2
Two days later, I was sitting at a bar having a drink when I decided to scroll social media.
My jaw tightened as I swiped through a photo dump that Persia posted.
The pictures had only been up for ten minutes, and I was annoyed that I had to find out it was her birthday from all the pictures she posted.
A bouquet of what had to be three dozen roses.
A few designer bags. A cake and some balloons.
Her looking too damn good in a nude dress that was so tight it was a wonder she could move in it.
Hell, I was shocked she could breathe in it, but she had never looked better.
Or thicker. My dick stiffened as I studied the photo.
The dress accentuated every curve she possessed.
The last photo was a plate of food. I could tell from the décor on the table she was at a nice restaurant.
The focus had been on the plate and while I was sure she tried not to get her companion in the photo at all, I saw a man’s hand.
Wondering if she was out with David had my blood boiling.
Honestly, it didn’t even have to be David.
I would have been upset if she was out with any man.
I had been trying my best to keep my distance.
I thought about Persia every day, but I didn’t call her.
My jealousy was a for sure sign that I was in too deep with her.
I was trying the concept of out of sight out of mind, but it wasn’t working.
I exited out of the app I was in and went to my contacts.
My finger hovered above Xena’s name, but I couldn’t hit it.
Sex with Xena was good. She was cool, and I had no issues with her but since having sex with Persia, Xena wasn’t what I wanted.
And that was red flag number two. Not wanting to see her with another man coupled with the fact that I no longer desired sex with other women let me know that whether I wanted to admit it or not, Persia had my ass.
She had me in a spot that no other woman ever had.
Not Toya. Not anyone. Somebody had finally got my ass.
I hadn’t even been that focused on trying to find a ‘baby mama.’
As I paid the tab, I promised myself that if I wasn’t going to call Xena, I was going home.
How I ended up driving toward Persia’s place was beyond me, but I did it.
I knew the name of the condos she lived in, but I had never been inside her unit.
After finding a space in the parking garage, I pulled into it and rolled a blunt.
As I smoked, I thought about the fact that I could call her, and she could tell me she had company.
Or that she wasn’t home. Maybe that would be the reality check that I needed.
What good was applying pressure if a person truly wasn’t ready for what you wanted.
When I was finished with my blunt, I called Persia’s phone. As the line trilled, I saw her pull into the parking garage and back into a parking space. “Hello?”
“Happy birthday.”
There was a slight pause. I was sure she was wondering how I knew it was her birthday. “Thank you.”
“What are you doing?”
Persia’s car door opened, and I watched her get out of the car wearing that dress that made my dick brick up instantly. “I just got home from dinner.”
“With a nigga?”
Another pause. I opened my car door causing Persia’s head to turn in my direction. When she noticed my car, her eyes narrowed. Smirking, I got out of the car and closed the door.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“What are you doing here?”
I watched Persia’s chest rise as her breath hitched. Invading her personal space, I peered down into her eyes. “I have a few bones to pick with you. First, you don’t tell me it’s your birthday. Then, you go out on a date with another nigga. You like treating me like a red headed stepchild?”
Persia sighed as if I was stressing her out, but I didn’t care. “First of all, we’ve never discussed birthdays. We haven’t even talked.”
“That’s your fault.”
“My fault?” her brows hiked.
“Yeah, your fault. You’re the one running from me because you need time to heal and all that jazz. I get that. So, I fell back and gave you your space. And you all out with other niggas.”
“Is that a crime? I am single.”
That shit made my lip twitch, but I let it slide because she hadn’t told any lies. “Did you go out with David?”
Persia frowned and drew back. “Hell no.”
“Good. Now, I don’t have to fuck you up.”
We had a brief stare off before she took a small step back. “Are we going to stay in the parking garage, or are we going inside?”
I followed Persia into her building. We were silent until we crossed the threshold of her condo. Looking around, I took in the balloons, vases of flowers, and gift bags that were in the living room and kitchen. Kissing my teeth, I shook my head.
“I never seen a female that doesn’t want gifts.”
Persia giggled as she took off her heels. “Who doesn’t like gifts? You can still get me something.”
It was my turn to frown. “If you wanted a gift, you would have told me it was your birthday.”
Persia walked over to me and pressed her body into mine. “Stop acting like that.” She poked her lips out indicating that she wanted a kiss, and I wanted to ignore her bad as hell, but I was learning just how weak I was for her ass.
My stubbornness lasted all of fifteen seconds before I was placing a juicy kiss on her lips.
Since it was her birthday Persia must have been in a great mood because we ended up in her bedroom with my dick in her mouth.
I pushed out a low moan as she deep throated my dick, and that was no easy feat.
However, shorty was sucking me off like a pro.
The sound affects her mouth was making had my toes curling as she gagged and slurped on the dick.
Slowly, she jacked me off as she sucked my balls into her mouth.
My lids closed as she took me back into her mouth and hummed as she devoured the D.
Persia made eye contact as she cupped her breasts in her hands and continued to suck me. “You turning up for your birthday, huh?” I asked with heavy lids. “You sucking the fuck out this dick.”
With her eyes still locked on my face, Persia began to suck faster.
“Let me see if you gon’ turn that pussy up like you got this mouth working.”
She took her time cleaning the excess saliva off my dick.
The moment her mouth was off my member, I reached into my pocket for a condom.
Persia and I had unprotected sex once before and while that shit was good as fuck, I couldn’t pull out.
It was too damn good. And no matter how much I liked her, it was still not my plan to get someone pregnant by accident.
I wanted my child to be planned and wanted by both parents.
If Persia hadn’t given her husband a baby, I doubted she’d be eager to give me one so soon.
“Oh you showing out for real,” I marveled as Persia got on her knees and put the perfect arch in her back.
Her response was a subtle twerk that had her ass bouncing just enough to make my mouth water. A small gasp left her throat when I put her entire pussy in my mouth from behind. Spreading her cheeks, I slid my tongue down the crack of her ass, and she trembled.
“Twerk on my face the way you were just doing,” I mumbled before sucking her clit into my mouth.
Persia dead ass tasted like pineapples, and I was going in. She was wetting my entire beard, and I gave no fucks. The sounds of her erotic moans filling the room had my dick harder than steel.
A deep, guttural moan of my own mingled with hers when I slid into her.
Persia pushed back into me, and I bit my bottom lip.
Whatever she was on, I was loving that shit.
The wetter she became and the tighter her pussy muscles gripped my dick the thought of someone else sampling her goodness pissed me off.
“Who else had some of this pussy?” I asked as I fucked her harder and faster.
“Nobody,” she moaned.
I didn’t like the fact that I cared because if she decided to have sex with someone else there wouldn’t be a thing I could do about it.
“You gon’ give the nigga you went out on a date with some pussy?”
“Fuck no,” she moaned louder.
“Good girl,” I smacked her on the ass.
Snatching out of her, I flipped her over and pushed her legs all the way back. The moment I plunged back into her pussy she came. Her body shuddered. I stared down at Persia, and I knew I was in deep shit when I found myself wondering if I could have sex with only her for the rest of my life.
“I want you to cum one more time,” I stated before leaning in and snaking my tongue into her mouth. “You gon’ cum with me?” I spoke against her lips. “Rub that fat clit while daddy strokes this pussy.”
“I’m about to cum,” she whimpered seconds later.
“Good fucking girl.” I kissed her deeper until we exploded at the same time.
When my heart finally stopped racing, all I could do was shake my head. “You dangerous as fuck.”