When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him (10 page)

“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my head back.

“Ride this dick,” he groans, gripping my hips tight.

With my head still back and my eyes closed, I do exactly that. I arch my back and begin to rotate my hips around and round in a circular motion. Each time his dick slides across my clit, a jolt of electricity flows through my body and I can feel myself get wetter and wetter. I don’t know what it is, but Terry does something to me. I know what you’re thinking, and that’s that I’m dickmatized. That’s not it. As much as I love feeling him inside me, it’s not just about the sex. I know this because Terry’s penis is not the largest or the thickest that I’ve ever had. No, there’s more to it. I love the way he makes me feel when he’s not out fucking around. Our connection is one that I can’t break even if I tried, and believe me I’ve tried. It just doesn’t work out that way.

“Let me lay in that pussy,” he tells me, urging me to get up. 

I climb off of his lap and lay back on the couch. Terry stands up and walks over to me with his dick in his hand. He grabs my hips and pulls me roughly to the edge of the couch. We both moan when he quickly slides back inside of me. For a full minute he doesn’t move and neither do I; we just stare at each other. I guess we are both enjoying the feeling of one another. When I clinch my pussy muscles around his manhood, he pulls back and grunts before swiftly pushing himself back inside. My body rocks and my breasts bounce with every stroke he delivers. After he does this a few more times, I wrap my arms around his shoulder and start to grind.

“Ahhh, you so fucking sexy,” Terry whispers in my ear.

This brings a smile to my face, because I can never hear it enough.

“I’m sexy baby?” 

“You know you’re sexy Nair,” he pauses. “This pussy…this pussy is going to kill me one day.”

I laugh, and clamp my walls around his dick once again.

“Shit, you cheating now.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I tell him innocently.

The smirk on my face tells him that I know exactly what I’m doing.

“Mmmm, you gone make me cum Nair,” Terry lifts up on his elbows, and looks me in the eyes. “And I don’t want to cum yet.” He moans, “I missed this pussy.”

“Aww, fuck!” I close my eyes as they roll in the back of my head.

“Did you miss this dick?” Terry asks, but I don’t reply. “Did you miss this dick?”

Again, I don’t respond.

“Nair,” Terry leans down and bites my nipple. This causes me to open my eyes and smile. “You think this shit is funny huh?”

“You know I’ve missed you,” I tell him honestly, knowing that he doesn’t have a clue just how much.

“Nah, it’s too late now,” he grins.

I watch him as he places one of my legs on each of his shoulders. He then scoots me closer to the back of the couch so that there is no place for me to run. With my legs locked in place, Terry commences to pound at my pussy with a vengeance. I grab ahold of the couch cushions and bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming; but it’s no use, and in no time I’m hollering so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in the house beside us heard me. I attempt to maneuver my body so that I can have more control, but the tight hold that Terry has on my legs makes it impossible.

“Oh God!” I yell. “Terry...please, please don’t stop. Right there baby,” I whimper. 

“Right there?” he asks, hitting the spot over and over again.

“Yeeeesssss.”

“Cum for me baby.”

Terry continues to pump in and out of my treasure box, and in no time my body begins to shake and stutter. His face contorts and he groans loudly. As I ride the wave, he grips my legs tighter and plunges deeper and deeper with every stroke. It hurts so fucking good. It’s a feeling of both pleasure and pain. Terry lets out a howl and drops my legs to his side and it’s then that I wrap them around his waist, and begin to feverishly work my hips still allowing my orgasm to take over my body. With his hands now on my hips, he rams himself inside my tunnel repeatedly as my walls continue to contract and release his pulsating member.

“Fuck!” Terry yells, as he deposits his seeds deep inside me.

Seconds later he collapses on top of me. We lay on the couch without moving for a few minutes. Neither of us utters a word. My heart is racing and my breathing is erratic. When I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the time on the cable box, I nudge Terry and let him know that it’s time for me to go and pick up Kendrick from school. I’m surprised when he says that he’ll go instead. It’s not that Terry doesn’t deal with Kendrick; it’s just that usually he’s not home during the time when Kendrick gets released from school.

Once he climbs off of me, I sit up and slip on my underwear and t-shirt. I don’t even bother to put on my bra and pants, because while he’s gone I’m going to take a quick shower before I get dinner started. Five minutes later he’s out the door and I’m headed up the stairs.

The remainder of the day was a good one. Once Kendrick came home, Terry surprised me again by helping him with his homework, while I finished dinner. Soon after, we ate and settled in for a movie. I was surprised, because I knew that any moment Terry’s phone was going to ring and he would tell me that he had to leave, but that moment never came. Instead, he stayed in the house with us all day, which was something that I wasn’t used to. It had me thinking that maybe he was serious about actually making a change for the better. Later that night after Kendrick was tucked away in his bed, my man made love to me. It was different then the quickie that we’d had earlier during the day. He took his time, and showed every part of me that he loved me. I was in heaven. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face, and hopeful thoughts.

Chapter 12

Terry

Man, it feels good to be back at home. After a week of not seeing Shanair or Kendrick, I couldn’t take that shit no more. I got tired of waiting for her to call me, and decided that enough was enough. As I drove to the house that day I had already made up my mind that if she didn’t answer the phone when I called, I was just going to use my key and walk right into the house. Like I said before, I wanted to know what the hell was going on with us. Shanair was acting brand new, and I had to make sure that she was still mine. I was prepared to beat a nigga’s ass if need be.

Come to find out I didn’t even have to go through the extreme, because my baby answered the phone and it actually sounded like she was happy to hear from me. After sweet talking her for a minute, it turns out she missed me just as much as I missed her. In fact, she showed me over and over again that night after Kendrick went to sleep, and I returned the favor by blowing her back out. I’m telling you, I gave her everything I had. I wanted to show her that nobody else could give it to her like I do. 

That was about a week and a half ago and since then we’ve been good. We haven’t argued much since I’ve been back, and I’ve even been spending more time at home like I promised her I would. The Kendrick situation has been forgiven, because the day I came home, I sat him down and let him know that I loved him and would never do anything to jeopardize his safety. By the time I was finished talking, he had his arms around me letting me know that he loved me too. Just to be sure that we were cool I took him shopping and picked up a few Xbox 360 games. He also wanted the Kinect, which is a motion controller thing that just came out. Kendrick loves that thing, and so does Shanair, who is always playing the Michael Jackson dance game with him. I swear they be getting it.

“What are you thinking about?” Brit asks with a perplexed look on her face.

“Nothing, just the fact that I gotta get out of here in a few,” I lie.

There was no way in hell I could tell her that I was thinking about my woman, especially since she thinks she’s my woman.

“You’re not spending the night?” She tosses the cover off, and sits up in the bed with her arms crossed under her now exposed breast.

“Nah, I got some shit to do. I’m throwing a party this weekend and I gotta make sure that everything is in motion.”

“Umm huh,” Brittany rolls her eyes. “How come you always gotta leave now? You used to always spend the night before. Now I can’t get you to stay more than a few hours.”

“Don’t be like that. I just gotta handle some business.”

“Do you gotta handle business, or are you going home to her?”

“Don’t start that shit,” I tell her looking her dead in the eyes.

I was sick of having this conversation with her. A few days after I went back home I slipped up and left my phone lying in the bed. Apparently Shanair had been texting me while I was in the shower, and when I came out Brittany had my phone in her hand. She read all of the messages from Shanair about how much she loved me and couldn’t wait for me to get home that evening. Now normally I would have knocked her upside her damn head for touching my shit, but since her father is a judge and her sister is a lawyer, I’ve been keeping my hands to myself. Those are problems that I don’t want to have. It’s needless to say that Brittany was devastated. She cried and asked me over and over again why I lied to her, but all I could do was come up with were more lies.

I finally admitted that I was in a relationship with Shanair, but I downplayed the hell out of it. I told her that I wasn’t really in love with Shanair, but didn’t want to hurt her by leaving her alone. As the evening played out, more and more lies spilled from my mouth and by the end of the night, I was back between Brittany’s legs pleasing her as if nothing happened. Since then, she has been throwing hints about me moving out of Shanair’s house and shacking up with her. Each time I gave her a different excuse, but it seems like she’s finally getting tired of hearing them.

“Have you started fucking her again?” Brittany asks staring at me with her nose flared.

“What?” I sit up on my elbows. “Why would you ask me that?” I ask avoiding the question.

“Because it’s starting to feel like you’re pulling back, and she can only be the reason why,” Brittany pouts. “Unless it’s somebody else you’re fucking with. You’ve started treating me like I’m some kind of fucking booty call.”

Not wanting to have a full discussion about her feelings, I palm the back of her head and pull her towards me. Once she’s close enough, I push my lips against hers and start to pull her body on top of me. Brittany’s hesitant at first, but soon she straddles me. When she breaks our kiss and sits up, I can see that tears are pooled in her eyes. I can tell that she wants me to answer her question, but I don’t have anything to say, because she’s right; I have been distant lately. With trying to work things out with Shanair, spending as much time with her and Kendrick as I can, working and laying pipe to a few other bitches, I don’t have a lot of time to get away. Neither of us speaks; we just stare at one another. A few moments past of complete silence before Brittany sits up, grabs my dick and slowly slides down on top of it.

“Umph,” I grunt when her wetness engulfs me. When she starts to slowly bounce up and down I speak, “Hold on Brit, let me grab a condom.”

“It’s okay, I’ll climb off when you’re about to cum…I promise,” she tells me, still winding her hips.

As much as I want to make her get up so that I can strap up, I can’t because it feels so fucking good.  Brittany stares at me intensely as she continues to ride me. The headboard repeatedly bounces off the wall as she rocks her body back and forth. I attempt to slow her pace so that I don’t cum as quick by placing my hands on her hips, but it doesn’t stop her. Brittany is working her waist like a mad woman. It’s almost like she’s trying to prove something.

“I bet you that bitch can’t fuck you like I can,” she tells me, and it’s then that I know that she is indeed trying to prove something. “This pussy is all yours Terry, do you hear me?”

With my hands still on her hips, I lift off the bed and meet her thrust, because I’ll be damned if I let her fuck me like I’m the bitch. Through my half closed eyes, I can see her breasts bounce up and down each time our bodies connect. Her nipples are hard and pointed, begging to be sucked.

“Bring me those titties,” I order, not answering her question.

Brittany does what I ask, and when she leans forward, I wrap my lips around the left nipple.

“Mmm,” she moans as I flick my tongue back and forth across it.

“Fuck,” I groan, “Give me this pussy.”

“I’m giving it all to you baby,” she cries out. “Don’t stop!” Brittany’s back arches and she grinds down hard on me over and over again. “Shhhiiiitttttt!” she yells as she looks me dead in the eyes, while she rocks her hips faster and faster trying to reach her orgasm.

Each time my dick slides toward the back of her pussy, Brittany squeezed her walls around it before releasing it and doing it again. The snug fit plus the wetness inside her sweet spot, is driving me crazy and in no time I can feel my nut building. It starts at my toes and journeys up my legs and toward my nuts. I grip her hips so tight, I’m sure that once we’re done my prints will be embedded in her skin. The feeling is so extreme that I have to bite down on the inside of my bottom lip, as I dig into her because I don’t want to yell out like a bitch.

I can’t hold this nut any longer.

“Ahhh, I’m about to cum.” I say, but Brittany doesn’t budge. Instead she slides her feet behind my calves and continues to ride me as if I didn’t say a thing.  “Brit, did you hear me, I said I’m about to cum,” I tell her breathlessly. “Brit…Brit, I can’t hold this shit any longer.”

“Well don’t,” is all she says.

I attempt to lift her off of me, but Brittany still won’t budge. Sweat is pouring down her face and her breathing is hard, as she bucks up and down on top of me. After a few more strokes Brittany throws her head back and cries out that she’s cumming with me. No sooner than those words leave her lips, I feel her pussy get even wetter. Even though I know that I have no business doing what I’m about to do, I can’t help myself. The pussy is too good and I’m at the point of no return.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

My body shakes and shutters as I slam my waist into hers and pump my seeds deep inside her moist cave. A feeling of relief takes over me, as I continue to slide in and out of her slowly. Once my nuts are empty, shame fills me because I know that I’ve fucked up. I silently chastise myself for allowing some shit like this to happen. I knew better. I should have made her get her ass up immediately, fuck that “I’ll climb off when you’re about to cum” bullshit. My head falls back and lands on the pillow. When I glance up I’m not sure, but I swear that I see a smirk on Brittany’s face before she collapses on top of me. As bad as I want to be mad at her, I can’t because I allowed this to happen.

For the next few minutes I lay in the bed stuck, not believing how stupid I was.
Was that her plan all along? Is she trying to trap me with a baby?
These thoughts consume my mind. I’m not much of a church man, but at that moment I sent a prayer up, begging God to let this mishap slide. I can’t afford for her to be pregnant. For one I don’t need another baby momma and two, I know that Shanair will fucking kill me if I came home with yet another baby.

“I love you Terry,” Brittany purrs as she lays her head on my chest with a satisfying grin on her face.

I don’t respond, because I can’t. I’m too busy thinking,
what the fuck did I get myself into?