Domani, placed a tender kiss on her temple, and placed a bag of food and a CVS bag on the kitchen island. Nina, her stomach rumbling with anticipation at the delicious smells, eagerly she rummaged through the food, her mouth watering at the sight of hot cakes. As she took a sip of apple juice through a straw, she couldn't help but dance in her place with excitement. 'Thank you, baby,' she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude.
'Welcome,' Domani replied, his voice a low rumble. He moved behind her, pressing himself against her backside, a smirk playing on his lips as she playfully pushed him away. 'It doesn't make any sense how horny you are,' Nina teased, but her words held a hint of amusement.
'I'm making up for lost time,' he retorted, his hand finding its way to her backside, giving it a hard smack. He moved around the kitchen to take a seat, ready to enjoy his own meal. 'Are you not tired of going to the CVS every other day to pick up Plan B?' Nina asked, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. 'I wouldn't have to if you'd let me cum anywhere but inside you,' Domani countered, his tone laced with a hint of playful annoyance.
'I never told you to do that,' she shot back, her voice firm.
'You don't like it, anywhere else,' he stated, his words carrying a weight that made Nina's eyes narrow. He was right. She hated the feeling of cum on her skin, and swallowing it was something she could only do if she was truly lost in the moment. The only place where it felt good was inside her, but that was precisely what she wanted to avoid. Pregnancy wasn't something she wanted right now.
'Well, to solve both of our problems, maybe we should stop having sex,' Nina challenged, taking a forkful of hot cakes into her mouth. Domani paused, his eyes meeting hers. 'Exactly,' she countered, a smirk playing on her lips. He knew her pussy was too good for that. Nina, with her food in hand, rounded the table and took a seat on his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist, adjusting her so she wouldn't fall. As they ate in silence, Nina's mind trailed off, Nina spoke up. 'I'm gonna go see Zeke today,' she announced, turning to look at him. His expression was unreadable, leaving her unsure of his reaction.
'Are you okay with that?' she asked, her voice hesitant. 'Do what you gotta do,' he replied, his tone flat, making Nina sigh. He tapped her thigh, silently indicating that he wanted her to get up but she wasn't going anywhere.
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Nina's heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat mirroring the rhythm of her knock on Zeke's door. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, a storm brewing in the space between them. He had been left alone, confused and hurt, and the thought of his reaction, the hurt in his eyes, was a weight she couldn't shake. The door opened, revealing Zeke, his face a mask of displeasure, the warmth she had hoped for absent.
'Hey, can I come in to talk?' she asked, her voice small, vulnerable. Zeke stepped aside, his silence a heavy shroud. She sank onto the couch, her hands twisting in her lap, overwhelmed by the weight of her actions. 'I appreciate you coming to the event last week,' she began, her voice trembling slightly, 'I'm sorry... I...' She hesitated, the words catching in her throat.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, a testament to the chasm that had grown between them, a chasm she had created with a single impulsive act. Nina knew she had to be honest, to face the consequences of her actions, however painful. 'Nina, what are you doing here?' Zeke asked, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth that had once been their trademark. 'I came to tell you...' she began, but the words refused to form. She had come to end things, to draw a line in the sand, but now, faced with his stoic demeanor, she felt a wave of doubt wash over her.
Her mind raced, searching for the courage to speak the words she had rehearsed countless times in her head. But the truth was, she was scared. Scared of his reaction, scared of the pain it would cause, scared of the future that lay ahead. She had hoped for a swift, clean break, but the reality was far more complex, far more messy. And she was starting to understand that the consequences of her actions, however necessary, would be far more painful than she had anticipated.
