Page 22 of Only You

“Imagine getting to third base and going in your wallet to pull out an opened dry ass condom. I go to the car to get another one, and they all look identical. I was pissed.”

“Yeah, JoJo saved your ass from catching the crabs, I’m talking full sized red lobster crabs too,” she said and laughed.

“Tsk. That girl ain’t have no damn crabs. And I know it wasn’t JoJo who ripped those condoms open. Your sneaky ass did it again the night you didn’t want me to go out with Angela,” I said focusing on her face.

“Is that why you stole Derek’s car the night he was supposed to take me out?” She asked with a curious gaze.

“I didn’t steal that nigga’s car… I had Corey steal it,” I said and chuckled. I also hemmed him up that night, but didn’t tell her. Between her and Jourdan, I was always busy.

“So you said all that to say that you were out getting your dick wet?” She said with an attitude.

I started to tell a lie out of my mistrustful habit before I stopped myself. This relationship had to be built on trust. I needed to trust her just as much as I needed her to trust me.

“Not yet.” I lowered my voice and said before I continued. She shifted her weight on the counter at my declaration.

“I pulled up to see if Sin's address on file at the docks was where he stayed. It was.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes, you don’t believe me?” I asked as I stepped forward between her legs and leaned in to where she had the popsicle resting by her mouth. I licked my tongue out, swiping it before I took a bite. She let out an audible gasp. I stepped back, leaving my hands on her thighs as I watched her watching me.

“I knew you pushed them all away because I did the same thing to you. I was jealous that they got to have a piece of you, when I always knew in my mind that you belonged to me,” I said as Imoved my hands up her thighs, kneading them as I slowly headed towards her apex.

“You know why you got pregnant that night?

“Why?”

“Because your ass had opened all my damn condoms,” I said and smiled.

“Shut the hell up, Brice,” she said and laughed.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as my hands skimmed the seat of her panties.

“I’m good, she rushed out.” I chuckled because she knew I was about to call her on her shit.

"Hmph, let me see,” I said as I lifted her shirt and gently pressed into one of the nearly healed wounds. It was tender still. I could tell by the change in her breathing, but she was toughing it out.

“You’re so strong, Tay,” I said as I let my hands explore further up her shirt, where I cupped her breasts.

“Mmm,” she quietly moaned as I let my thumbs caress her nipples. It was melodic, and it triggered me. The next thing I knew I was moving my hands to her ass and gripping to slide her to the edge of the island so she could feel my erection. She hissed when we made contact.

“How was your day?” I asked as I began to rock. The friction caused her to moan again.

“It was good, mmmh.”

Another one.

“Just good? What can I do to make it better?” I asked as I stepped back and pushed her panties to the side. I lowered myshorts down so that my dick could get free. I looked down to see the head covered in pre-cum. It was evidence of how badly I wanted to be inside her. I stepped forward again letting my hard dick rest against her throbbing clit. I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing to feel her pulse before pulling her close enough for my lips to graze hers.

“Tell me, Baby. What can I do?” I asked as I looked into her heavy-lidded eyes. I built up a steady rock and watched her mouth fall open. Then I leaned in and bit her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. I was so ready to be inside her, my dick began to ache from the blood rushing to it.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I looked down to find her cream coating my dick. It spurred on her moans that got louder as I swirled in between her slick pussy. Before I could claim her orgasm, the sounds of Bryson’s cries filled the room. We both groaned.

His lil’ ass cockblocking already.

She hadn’t even realized that Bryson had just saved her. With my needy mental state, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to stop. I straightened out her panties, tucked myself back into my shorts, and then kissed her forehead. I helped her down from the counter, where she quickly left to attend to our son. I let my overwhelming arousal settle before I followed behind her.

She wasn’t ready anyway, Brice.

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