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No. 35 ♡

P I E R R E
I opened the door to the house Kiara stays in. I have a key, so I'm invited anytime.

I walked to the back into Denzel's room. He slept peacefully with the machines hooked up to him. I went to kiss him on his head and whisper him goodnight.

I walked to Kiara's room to see her bent over, looking in the drawers while talking on the phone. I snuck up behind her, slipping the phone from her hands.

"She'll call you back," I said into the phone, not really caring who it was.

"That was a very important call, bebé," she said. I snaked my hands around her waist pulling her closer. I always loved when she called me that. The way it rolled off her tongue.

"I don't care," I whispered in her ear.

"You're married, like your relationship status is official. I can't do this,' she said slightly pushing me.

"Kiara," I said, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck. I led her to the bed, pushing her down. She smiled and turned over.

I slowly started to massage her ass. "That feel so good," she moaned. My phone began to ring, but I simply ignored it.

I kissed down Kiara's backside, making sure to cover every inch. My dick began to twitch at the sounds if her moans and I wanted to be inside her, now.

I gripped her waist lifting her ass in the air. My hand slowly traveled from the back all the way to her soaking, fat pussy.

"Just fuck me!" She moaned. I slipped off her boy shorts, tossing them aside. My phone began to ring even more, and yet again I ignored it.

I removed my shirt and pants, exposing my thick, long erect member. I rubbed the tip against her slit, watching her already throw her ass back.

I slid deeply into her soaking pussy. Enjoying the warm-chilling feeling. Her moans increased as my stroke pace increased.

"Shit," I grunted as she vigorously threw her ass back. I gripped her waist wanting her to go at my pace.

I produced long, slow and deep strokes. She arched her back and I could feel her even more. This was the hardest pull out position for me and she knew what she was doing.

"Shit, Kiara," I groaned. Kiara was a quick cummer and a major squirter. She tightly gripped the sheets, probably peeling them off the bed.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her back. I wanted her to feel every inch. "Ohh, bebé I'm going to cum!" She yelled.

Her juices then went everywhere. The bed sheets was soaked and my dick was mad wet. Her thighs was covered in her sticky juices.

I still hadn't came yet, so I just asked for her to top it off with some head. Of course she agreed.

My phone began to ring and I realized how much time had passed by. It's was three in the morning.

"Hello?" I answered. "Where the fuck are you, Pierre!?" Hampton yelled into the phone.

I looked down at Kiara who was going to work. "U-uh I'm going to be home in a minute," I said hanging up.

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I entered the house, softly setting my keys down. It was around 4:30. I crept upstairs to the bedroom, walking in.

Hampton was sprawled out on the bed. She was in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my knee length Nike socks.

You could tell she had been crying. Her eyes was puffy. The room was basically destroyed, like she just went haywire.

I pulled the cover up over her and began to clean up the room. "I hope you had a good time with Kiara," she mumbled.

"Hampton, go back to sleep," I said. "What does she have that I don't?" She asked getting out of bed.

"Hampton, lay back down!" I said through my teeth.

"Pierre you can go! I have niggas lined up at the door for me. One already got a little taste," she said.

I pushed her against the wall. "Hampton, don't fucking play with me! You letting other niggas touch you! Pleasure you!?" I yelled wrapping my hands around her throat.

I stared at her as she gasped for hair. "You wanna go and do that shit?" I asked.

"Who is this nigga? I can kill him and you, right now!" I yelled. I was just saying it out if anger. I wouldn't kill Hampton. Maybe that nigga though.

Hampton began to scratch at my arm and face. I let her down, cracking my knuckles. When she caught her breath she stood back up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? She screamed punching my chest. I held her arms tightly and tears spilled from her eyes.

"I hate you so fucking much," she cried. I embraced her in a tight hug as her punches began to slow down, before finally ceasing.

She pushed me back, shaking her head. She went inside the closet. She grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt. She began to put the clothes on.

"Where you going?" I asked blocking her way out the bedroom's door. She didn't answer my question and just made sure she had everything with her.

"Please move. You've done enough," she said. I stepped aside, but I still followed her.

"Where you going, Hampton?" I called out.

"Out," she said before slamming the door.