“You want me to do a favor for you, a horrible one, when the reason you’re even doing all this hiding is because of me?” She started to cry. “I get that I’m not the best woman to bring home to your mother, but Manny, I have to say that this hurts my feelings.”
Sighing, I touched her shoulder, but she snatched it.
“It ain’t like that, Jasmine. I just. I—”
“Daddy!” Jasiel emerged from his room, rushing to me. I quickly scooped him up, hugging his small body before kissing his cheek.
“How you doing, man?” I smiled.
“Nice.” He nodded.
“Good.” I kissed him again before sitting down on the couch with him in my lap. Jasmine went to her kitchen, I guess to start cooking since I heard the fridge open. Turning Jasiel to face me, I said, “Aye, are you a big boy or a little baby?”
“Big boy!”
“You sure?”
“Yes! I am!”
“Aight.” I chuckled. “Aye, so you know since now that you’re a big boy, you should call me Manny.”
“Why?”
“Well, big boys don’t say daddy, they use names. So just like I call you Jasiel, you call me Manny. It’s part of being a big—”
“Okay, no. You need to leave.” Jasmine rushed back into the living room, snatching my son from my lap.
“Jas—”
“Get the fuck out, right now.”
Exhaling heavily, I rose up then tried to kiss my son, but Jasmine turned her back to me so I couldn’t. Putting the bottom lock on, I slipped out, closing the door behind me.
A few hours later…
“How did you like the sushi?” Alivia smiled as we walked out of the upscale Japanese restaurant in Hollywood.
“It was aight, but I don’t think it’s for me. I like my food cooked.”
“Manny, I told you they had cooked versions of the sushi, but you just had to get what I got.”
“I can’t help it. I like your style.” I kissed her cheek, feeling her smile.
When we got to my car, I pressed my lips against hers. It didn’t take long for my dick to harden, making her jump back a tiny bit.
“Sorry.” She exhaled.
“You good. Wanna come to the crib?”
“Sure.”
I opened the passenger door for her, then hurried around to my side to slide in. I couldn’t get home fast enough, so as soon as my engine was fired up, I floored it.
It was later in the night and a weekday, so there was virtually no traffic, which was odd for LA. As long as you traveled after 8:30 p.m. on weekdays, you were good. Same rules didn’t apply for weekends though; it was just traffic from sunup to sundown.
We got to my house about thirty minutes later, and I led Alivia in by hand. I helped her out of her jacket then offered her some beer, which she happily took. I found it funny that she looked like a bougie bad bitch from Instagram but drank beers.
“So, I wanna ask you something. I don’t know if people do this shit anymore, but I like you, and I want to make sure we’re on the same page so there will be no confusion.”
Adjusting in her seat, Alivia slowly pulled the beer bottle from her lips and replied, “Okay. What’s up?”
“Chill.” I snickered, seeing the worry in her eyes. “I wanna ask you,” I placed my hand on her thigh, “…if maybe you could be my girl.”
Her facial expression switched instantaneously, from worry to happiness, which had me feeling good as fuck. I wasn’t no bitch, but Alivia confused me half the time, and I didn’t wanna be walking around staking my claim on her just for her to end up on the gram again with a new nigga.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Why would I be joking?”
“No, of course not. It’s just… I’ve never had anybody ask me to be their girlfriend. I mean, unless you count the guys in my Sunday school class, back when I was in high school, but they weren’t really catches.”
I laughed at her being so skittish.
“Well, I’m happy to be the first. So what do you say?”
“Of course.” She scooted closer to me, so I brought her in for a kiss. “I can’t believe I actually like you.” She frowned before guffawing.
“Fuck you. I’m a catch.”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “I’m kidding. Of course you are, handsome.” She spoke closely against my lips, so deep kisses ensued.
I started slowly unbuttoning her shirt, and when she let me open it, I went right for her jeans. She kicked her slide-in heels off, allowing me to pull the jeans down, and once they were on the floor, I stood up to undress myself.
I got right down on my knees, gestured for her to face me, and then brought her panties down her warm vanilla thighs. Her perfume was in the air. It was familiar to me now, and I couldn’t believe I had her in this position after all this time.
“You smell so good,” I uttered, kissing her inner thighs.
I made my way upward, and as soon as I was face to face with her pussy, I started toying with her clit, using my tongue. She sunk down some, giving me more access, so I dove in harder, using my fingers to slide in and out of her while I ate her pussy.
“Oh, damn.” She panted, caressing my baldhead.
She came, but since I wasn’t done, I continued, basking in the experience until she had my whole beard drenched damn near. I came up, tongued her down, and unhooked her bra so I could tend to her nipples. Once I had my fix, I laid her on her back, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and smoothed it down my brick hard dick after opening it.
“What?” I asked Alivia as I climbed between her legs on the couch.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “A little nervous.”
“Don’t be.”
I lowered myself, pushing against her opening, and finally, I was inside. I paused for a second because the feeling, plus my thoughts of her, had me about to nut way too damn early. I’d waited too fucking long for me to nut this quickly.
“Mmm,” Alivia’s soft voice cooed as she dug her nails into my back.
I eventually gained some composure, so I started to glide in and out of her tight walls. She was drenched, and it felt magnificent. I didn’t even know I knew that word until right now.
“Damn,” I moaned. I started going faster, and she exploded, bucking her eyes like she was surprised.
Pulling out, I turned her around, pushed one of her legs out, and then slid back inside. My eyes stayed locked on her plump, round ass, as I beat her shit up from the back, biting down hard on my lip as she called out. She came again, almost taking me out, so I just went faster, clapping our skin together and pressing my palms into the couch for balance.
“Manny, oh…” She cried, releasing again, and I could no longer take it, so I followed suit, letting out so much nut I thought it would overload the condom.
My body gave out, so I fell down on her, kissing her now sweaty back a couple times. After a few moments, I slid out, then helped her off of the couch. We stood there kissing, and then I pulled away so I could remove the condom.
“You wanna shower?” I quizzed.
“Not yet. Let’s go again.” She took my hand and led me to the back room.
I dropped the condom in the trashcan on the way and got right back to work for the next few hours. Alivia was definitely my type, and I wasn’t letting her ass go no matter what.
Priscilla
“Yay, I won!” I shouted, throwing my arms up. Will and I were at Mulligan’s, having fun like some little kids. I think we were the only adults here who didn’t have children with them.
My babies loved this place, but I wasn’t ready to introduce them to Will just yet. Not to mention, Rafi and I were still in that weird breakup stage where we didn’t talk or anything, but nothing had changed as far as our home. He stayed in a hotel, I think, but he occasionally came by to see our kids. I figured he might want me out of the house, despite him not saying it, so I’d been looking on the low.
“I let you win.”
Will came up behind me to hug my body. When he pressed his lips against my neck, chills ran down my spine.
Will was so different from Rafi but in a good way. With Rafi, I felt like I had no control, and everything was about what he wanted and when he wanted it. Any house rules or relationship rules we had were all put in place by him. If I did have an opinion, I never brought it up; I was afraid to. I loved him so much that I didn’t want to say or do something to make him leave me.
At the time, I was okay with that as long as I had him, but being around Will made me realize how unhealthy that was. Will made me feel comfortable speaking my mind, because I knew he wouldn’t be irrational and fly off the handle simply because it wasn’t his idea or something he didn’t want to do.
“Well, if that’s what you need to tell yourself, then fine.” I smirked.
“I do.” He half smiled, making us both chortle.
“So the past few nights we’ve spent apart, mainly because I’ve been with my kids and you had to do some night work, but I’m free tonight.” I pushed myself into his hard body and looked up into his brown eyes. His curly hair was so shiny, and his thick lips were never chapped.
Will was definitely a pretty boy, but I’d learned to like it or at least be okay with it. I’d much rather have a man that took too much pride in his appearance than a nigga who would try to finger fuck me with dirty nails.
“Uh, yeah. I was umm, thinking the same thing.”
“Okay, good.”
We started walking out and headed to the car, where Will opened the passenger door to his Mercedes truck for me.
We’d only been on the freeway for a couple minutes before he lowered the music and glanced my way.
“So does your ex know we’re dating?”
“No. We don’t even talk. We act like we don’t know one another.” I stared out the window, as Will sped down the dark freeway. I didn’t want to be bothered by that fact, but I was.
“Damn.” It got quiet. “I just thought I’d ask before I saw him out somewhere. I didn’t want to reveal anything before you.”
“Thanks.” I looked his way briefly and gave him a subtle smile. “When we do decide to converse like mature adults, I will bring it up.” After taking a deep breath, I decided to switch the focus from me to him. “Does Dionne know?”
“Nah.”
“I don’t even know why I asked, because if she did, I surely wouldn’t need to question you about it; she would make it obvious.”
“True.”
We chuckled in unison.
We finally got to his place, and as soon as we stepped in the door, we were kissing. On our way to the bedroom, we undressed one another, letting our clothing fall to the floor, leaving a trail. By the time we got to the bedroom, I was only in my panties since the shirt I wore called for no bra. Will still had his jeans on.
As he slipped out of his tennis shoes, he spoke lowly. “You are hands down one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”
“Baby, I’m half naked already. No need to sweet talk me.” I giggled, and he gave a soft titter.
“I’m serious.” He placed his watch on the dresser then neared me. Once he let his jeans fall, he slipped his hand behind my head and into my hair, before crashing his lips into mine.
Will kissed me like he loved me, and I enjoyed it. It felt like one of those corny movie kisses; however, I was not complaining. I saw why women’s feet would go up.
“You’re handsome too,” I whispered back after what seemed like an hour later.
“You into role play?”
“I’ve only done it once, and it was for Halloween. We were already dressed up, so it just kind of happened.”
“Role play turns me on.”
“Okay. What should we be? A nurse and her patient? A stripper and her repeat customer?” I licked my lips, admiring how handsome he was as he smirked at my suggestions.
“Close to the latter, but I was thinking more of a working girl and a new customer.”
“Oh… okay.” Had Dionne not mentioned the fact that he’d asked her to do the same thing, I wouldn’t have been alarmed. Then again, Dionne was a train wreck, so I’m sure she was exaggerating when describing how overboard Will was during their attempt.
“I got something for you.” He rushed to his walk-in closet and then came out with a purple wig.
Bursting into laughter, I said, “I don’t know if my hair can fit under that, baby.”
“Damn, I forgot you were the Black Rapunzel. Aight, forget the wig.” He tossed it behind himself and then came back over to kiss on my neck and caress my body. His quick dismissal of the wig made me feel even more comfortable, because he was nothing like Dionne had described so far.
“Excuse me, sir. We haven’t discussed our payment arrangement.” I nudged him off of me, and he nodded.
“My apologies. I wanna fuck you nice and slow, oral too. What’s the price?”
“I don’t know you well yet, so one hundred twenty dollars. If you come back, I may discount you if I like you.”
“Cool. Lie down and take off your panties.”
Like a good girl, I pushed my panties down and then fell backwards onto the bed. Will dropped his boxers and joined me, hovering over my frame.
“You’re the best looking one I’ve gotten today.” I rubbed down his chest.
“How many was it?”
“Around seven; a slow day.” I chuckled. “Shouldn’t you pay me beforehand?”
“Usually, but since we’re already this far, I can pay after. I’ll add extra. You trust me, right?”
“Yes.”
He grabbed a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, and I waited as he ripped it open to slide it down. I remembered he said he kept his condoms in the other room, so I guess he moved them for me.
“I’m hard as hell,” he commented. “Am I it for the night?” I felt him place the head at my opening.
“Depends how good you are—uh.” I whimpered when he pushed inside of me.
He slipped his arms around my body and gripped my ass cheeks, pressing his body down harder on me so my legs would spread wider. Kissing my lips, he pounded me so hard I came in under sixty seconds. He kept going, yanking another orgasm out of me, before pulling out, removing the condom, and sitting me up. He pressed the head of his dick on my lips, so I opened wide to welcome him.
Bobbing up and down, I began to massage his balls, using his moans and grunts as motivation.
“Damn, you should charge more for your head services,” he groaned, palming the back of my head.
When I felt him grow harder, he pulled out of my mouth and got another condom to roll down. Turning me around, he arched my back so that my ass was in the air before sliding in. He was gripping my hips so hard that I felt his fingertips against my organs. But the dick felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on that as I came.
“Will.” I cooed as he fucked me harder, grunting and groaning. So much for nice and slow.
“So tight to be a hoe,” he called out, catching me off guard, but I went with it.
“I he-ar that a-a lot.”
Finally, he let out a loud howl almost, seconds before his body gyrated, and we both fell forward. He panted kind of loudly, his breath warming up my back.
“Damn, Priscilla.”
That was kind of weird, but the sex was definitely in my top two.
The next afternoon…
Blaise and I were at this cafe out in Melrose, with our babies, having a light snack and some tea. We both brought packed lunches for our kids, knowing nothing here at Alfred’s would be appetizing to them. Afterwards, we planned to go shopping on Rodeo and at some of the department stores over there as well.
Once I made sure the kids were occupied, mainly Penni since she was the oldest, I said, “So Will and I had sex.”
“I know. You told me.”
“We did it again though.” I smiled.
“Yeah, I would hope so; you guys are getting pretty close. You
do have relations more than once.” She giggled when I rolled my eyes. “Was this special or something?”
“Special? I guess because it was really good but also a little bit weird.” I ate some of my salad. “We did role play.”
“Ooh, what kind? Belly and I did one where I was a prisoner, and he was the guard. It started in the shower and—”
“Okay, y’all are nasty. And that’s why you’re pregnant.” I laughed, cutting her off so I wouldn’t hear anymore. “But no, this was a hooker and her customer. Girl, he brought out a damn wig for me to wear.”
“Wait, he had props?”
“Yes! I mean he was really into it, I mean, like really. The look in his eyes was something serious. I don’t know if he’s a great actor or weird.”
“He’s probably just a nigga. Anything dealing with sex, they’re serious about it. And I mean, you liked it, right?”
“Yeah, the sex part… not so much the dialogue.” I drank some of my tea as Blaise straightened Island’s shirt. “A few times he’s had issues getting it up, so it was weird to see him so turned on and ready.”
“Did he have an issue the first time you guys had sex?”
“No, no. He didn’t, actually. And we didn’t have to role-play either. I guess I’m just paranoid because of the things Dionne told me. How he was so into role playing that it was scary.”
“I’m sure she wants you to believe he’s off so that she can have him to herself.”
“True. I think she could sense the sparks and wanted to run me off.” I nodded, feeling better.
I wasn’t about to let delusional Dionne convince me of anything. Who would listen to a woman that was madly in love with a man that had only penetrated her mouth? And years ago?
We finished our teas and snacks, then once the babies were full, we headed to the Chanel store on Robertson because we liked it better than the one on Rodeo. After picking out a few shoes we wanted to try on and some purses, we sat down to wait for the stylist to bring me some champagne and Blaise some sparkling water.
As Blaise looked in the mirror, trying on a bag, I went onto my phone since I was being tagged on social media. I saw it was on a blog post, with a picture of Rafi and Yesenia hugged up. Someone had commented asking if they were a couple, and Yesenia had replied with Yep!
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