Page 39 of Juice

Slowing down my strokes I circled my hips and bit down on my bottom lip. If Nariah kept throwing that ass back on me like she was doing, I was gone skeet all up in her shit. After she had Jude, she was adamant ‘bout not getting pregnant again until we was married. I ain’t see what the big deal was since we was damn near married now. Nariah knew I wanted a lil girl, but she rode on that hill of not pushing out another one until I gave her a ring.

My plan had always been to propose to Nariah, but I procrastinated ‘cause I knew the minute we signed our marriage certificate all that bullshit I was doing in the streets was a wrap and I wasn’t so sure I was ready to stop. I’m fucked up for real, I know it.

“Shit.” Nariah groaned, snapping me out of my head.

“Just like that.” I praised. Leaning over I licked up the middle of her back before resting my head there. “Yo pussy ‘bout to pull that nut right up out of me Nari. Let me put another baby in you.”

“Mmmm. That shit feels so good, Julius.”

“I know it do baby.” I muttered between clenched teeth.

Picking up speed I thrashed in and out of Nariah. She was so into it, fucking me back and shit with her ass slamming against my pelvis. When she raised up from the bed, I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her close to my chest, all the while still holding my rhythm.

Our bodies smacked against each other every time I pushed into her and pulled back. “You know I love you don’t you Nariah.” I said into her ear. “You know how crazy you got my ass over you. I’ll wet a muthafucka up for even looking in yo direction. That’s how crazy you got me out here.”

“Baby.” She cried out and wrapped her hand around my wrist.

Nariah’s head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open. She was at my mercy, and I took full advantage of it. Stroking the side of her neck with my tongue I bit down on her pulsating vein. Jutting my hips forward I fucked her harder. “Gon’ let it go for me Nariah. Wet my shit up.”

“Baby.” She sang over and over again. The way her pussy clamped down around me I knew she was near. “I can’t.” She shook her head. “I… Shit... I.”

“You can.” I interrupted her. “You right there. I can feel it. Do yo shit twin.”

Me saying that must’ve been all she needed to hear. Nariah’s nails dug in my wrist as she yelled out that she was cumming. Her body shook violently against my chest; with the way her ass was moving she would’ve fell over if I didn’t have my arm secured around her neck. While pounding into her feverishly a rush of heat radiated through my body and before she had the chance to protest, I was spraying her walls down.

When the two of us finally calmed down I unwrapped my arm from around her and pulled out. Laying back on the bed I shielded my eyes with my arm.

“Julius, you was supposed to pull out.” She sighed.

“My bad Nari. Yo pussy had a vice grip on my dick. I couldn’t pull out. I’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab a Plan B.” I was lying like fuck. If Nariah ass got pregnant that means it was meant to happen.

It took her a few seconds to respond but when she did, I couldn’t mask my smirk. “It’s cool. Just don’t do it again.”

When I went to speak Nari added “I’ll go get one before the gym.” My smirk was wiped off instantly. It honestly felt like Nari had just doused my ass with some cold water.

Sitting up in I glared at her. “When you start taking Plan B’s and shit.”

“When the nigga I’m fucking offered to buy one.” She retorted and slipped out of bed.

I couldn’t tell if Nariah had just pulled my card or not, but I wasn’t feeling the way she said that shit. Hopping out of bed I trekked behind her, dick swinging and all. “Fuck you mean by that, Nariah?” I quizzed and stepped into the ensuite bathroom.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged. Leaning over Nariah turned the shower on before sitting down on the toilet. “Any other time you slip up you never mention a Plan B then tonight you hollering ‘bout going to buy one.”

Bringing my arms up in the air I rasped. “Nigga you the one hollering ‘bout not wanting another baby right now.”

“And I don’t.” She yelled.

“Okay so what the fucking problem is?”

“Nothing, Julius.” Nariah finished pissing and flushed the toilet. “You moving like a nigga that’s out here living foul.” She glowered before stepping into the shower.

Following behind her ass like a kid that had just got caught stealing out of the store I shut the shower door and backed her into the wall. “I’m moving like a nigga that’s living foul but anytime I mention you giving me a lil girl you steady hollering ‘bout wanting to be married first.”

“Okay and I meant that.”

“So again. What the fuck is the issue with me offering to grab you a pill, Nariah?” Rubbing my hand across my forehead I huffed. “You got me feeling like I ain’t getting nowhere with you. You fuss when I ask for a baby. I let off in you and say I’mma be an adult and get you a pill to stop you from getting pregnant. That’s a problem. What you want Nariah?”

“It don’t even matter.” Dipping under my arm Nariah snatched her exfoliating glove down while mumbling something inaudibly under her breath.

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