Page 76 of Juice

“Fuck you feel so good.” He gritted. The way my pussy pulsated around him I knew Julius was getting ready to draw another orgasm out of me. Gnawing on my bottom lip I tilted my head back and moaned.

“There it is.” He praised and looked down in between us. Had I looked a second later I probably would’ve missed the possessive look that flashed across his face.

“You ‘bout to cum Nari?”

“Yessss.” I cried.

“Good.” He growled. “I’m ‘bout to beat yo shit in.” Fucking me to oblivion Julius held my hips and pumped in and out of me until we were both jerking roughly from the intense release. By the time we were done not only I was spent but my pussy was sore.

Julius lay on top of me a few seconds breathing into my ear like he’d just run a marathon. When he pulled out my pussy made that sputtering noise, confirming what I had assumed. His ass nutted in me.

Licking my dry lips I croaked. “Julius.”

“My bad Nari.” He dropped his head. “I know you ain’t tryna fuck with me like that and I’mma take that shit on the chin. Just know I’on regret shit we just did.”

I thought he was going to offer to get a plan B, but he didn’t. Instead, he got up from the bed, grabbed his shorts off the floor, and left out of the room. Bastard probably had PTSD from the last time he offered. Tomorrow, I would make it my business to go and grab one from the pharmacy. I wouldn’t dare let Julius trap me with a baby.

When I regained the feeling in my leg, I hit the shower and washed my body off before climbing back into bed. I fell asleep full and satisfied.

Well, let's go wrong for wrong, let's go lick for lick. If I can handle that, let me see you handle this. Do you how you do me, bet you we won't speak again. Favorite player from your favorite team, he in my DM.

Swiping my cup off the table I stood on the couch and swayed to the music.

My baby was with his daddy, and I was bored so I had Tito call Opium to get me a section so I could hang with my girls. I was standing behind Lariah with my arms wrapped around her neck when the song switched to “Trick’n” by Mullage. Rolling my hips I sang the lyrics to the top og my lungs.

It had been a week since we’d been back from Punta Cana, and I had to damn near beg my sister to stay in Atlanta with me for a few more days. Now that I wasn’t boo’d up, I was trying to be outside as much as possible and who better to party with.

After the night Julius and I slept together the two of us steered clear of each other. Well… I made it a point to not be around him if it was just the two of us. Of course, we still had to interact for Jude but that was as far as it went. That parting gift was exactly what I needed to get back to myself.

Pictures from our vacation had gone viral and hoes was in the comments saying they knew Julius and I never stopped fucking with each other. Everybody had an opinion about what they thought was going on with the two of us. And everybody was wrong. Julius and I shared a kid—that’s it that’s all. I felt contrite after sleeping with him so when I made it back to Atlanta, I pulled up on Dip so the two of us could talk.

I could’ve lied and told him nothing happened between Julius and I but what kind of person would that make me. I kept it a bean and let him know I had a moment of weakness and slept with my baby daddy.

I’m sure he felt a way, but I assured him it was a one-time thing and even though I had no plans on moving backwards, the fact that it was so easy for me to double back just confirmed I don’t need to be trying to pursue anything. Dip was cool, we had fun anytime we linked but until I could get Julius out of my system, I was gon’ chill out.

Leaning over, I swiped my bottle off the table when I spotted my girl. “Bitch yo ass late.” I fussed at Shunta who stepped in the section looking like money. My girl had gotten her hair cut up in a bob and from the few pieces of clothes she had on my girl was tryna get chose.

“Choosing much?” I teased.

“Choosing my ass. That fat ass flunky at the front wasn’t tryna let me in the door. Trying to make a bitch stand in line. Do you see me?” She asked and waved her hand up and down her body. “I look like a bitch that stand in lines?” She frowned.

Tossing her hair I smiled. “I like yo hair like this. It makes you look young.”

“My baby daddy hate it.” She quipped.

“Good thing we don’t give a fuck ‘bout him.” I laughed and slapped hands with her.

“Pour me up a shot Nari!” She pointed at the bottle of 1942 I had in my hand.

After fixing her a drink and handing it off to her I quickly down my shot and poured me another one.

“That ass clapping tonight.” Shunta noted and looked me up and down.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I smirked and tapped my thumb and pointer finger together. Tonight, I had on a Black Lace Me Bodysuit by King of Style, and a black pair of Amina Muaddi Lori Lace Up sandals.

“You talking ‘bout me choosing let me find out you on the prowl.”

“No ma’am.” I held my hands up. “Niggas on my body but I ain’t biting.”

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