UPDATE(8/4/13): Dedication to one of my favorite urban authors on Wattpad, MindlessHooligan, for creating her huge hit, "My Guilty Pleasure".
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Yet again I lay spread out on their bed waiting for him to come and make me his…
If only for the next few hours.
He entered back in the room naked, his d--k already semi hard. I could feel his eyes staring directly at me with a dead expression. It had to be another argument.
Oh, who am I kidding? I know it was an argument.
I knew every little detail regarding it before this moment.
“I know he’s cheating on me,” she cries.
I paused not knowing how to react to the situation. “What do you have for proof? I mean, that’s kind of a big accusation.”
“Accusation!? He left his phone on the bed one night and I unlocked it and saw NO calls incoming or receiving from Bobbie last Thursday!”
Shit.
His excuse like usual is that he’s with one his homeboys, mostly his best friend Bobbie, who also has a history of cheating. But the truth? I was in her bed riding her man’s d--k.
He touched the curves of my left breast and bit his lower lip as he hovered on top of me and kissed them. The intimacy grew when he trailed his tongue down my stomach and to my p--y to start eating me out for his nightly snack.
“Any texts?” I asked eager to know if he was really that stupid to let his guard down.
“I-I didn’t check. I was too angry…”
Damn it felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop, opposing the thoughts of the argument lightly on the tip of my mind. His warm muscular body wrapped around my waist for support for both of our personal benefits.
“What do I do? I can’t lose him! We were talking about kids a-and-“
“Calm down, alright? I’m sure there’s a justified reason for all of this. You know he loves you.”
I’ll never quite fully understand how I could just say all of this encouraging stuff to her knowing for a fact there’s a warped version of it in a reality she doesn’t know about...Things she wouldn’t…couldn’t wrap her head around if discovered.
His tongue swayed from my c--t to tight creases of my p--y walls. My hands were clenching onto the bed, short moans escaping my tainted lips filling the air. I could feel my ass in his grip shifting up and down as if to get more of a taste from me.
We both see him coming down the hall way of the offices and I could swear my heart literally skipped a few beats as he neared closer. She was already in too much of an emotional distress and couldn’t take any more from him at the moment. I tried to stop her, but she had already dashed to our wing’s bathroom. Before I could make a step towards her direction, I was latched on by his growing stare.
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