Page 24 of Same Girl
“Then why can’t you give me what my heart desires?”
“Which is?”
“Both of you.”
He sighed heavily and stared into my eyes. He answered after a minute. “You can have whatever you want, beautiful.” Chosen lifted me and carried me to the couch, where he laid me and spread my legs. He kneeled between my legs, parted my pussy, and clamped those beautiful lips of his over them. His tongue swiped gently through my parted folds, and my back arched off the couch. I threw one leg over his shoulder and bucked underneath him.
“Ohh, Chosen,” I whimpered as he used his tongue and fingers to breach every defense that I built. I was engulfed in the flames of our passion when I heard Fyve speak from behind Chosen.
“You just couldn’t wait to get her alone, could you?”
Chosen lifted his head briefly but kept plowing through my treasure with his fingers. “You’re more than welcome to join us,” he replied.
Anxiety swirled within me because, despite the look of rage on Fyve’s face, deep-seated passion and lust burned in his heavy gaze.
Ignoring him, Chosen returned to what he had been doing before. I kept my eyes open, and my drunken gaze pinned on Fyve, begging him to join us. I wanted him so desperately, and I could tell despite his attitude that the sight before him turned him on.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and beckoned to him with my fingers. My hands gripped the back of Chosen’s head and pushed him further into the apex of my thighs. Mypussy pulsed at the sensation of his tongue sliding in and out of me and up and down my folds.
Fyve stepped closer to me and grabbed my neck. Squeezing tightly, he asked a question I hadn’t expected.
“How you gon’ be cool with me and my boy fucking you at the same time?” He released his hold on my neck just enough for me to speak.
“How is that any different than you asking me to have a threesome with you and your ex?”
“It didn’t happen.”
“That was only because she wasn’t into it. I was willing to give you whatever.”
I saw Chosen’s gaze flit questioningly up to mine. “I’ve always used protection, baby, and it never happened.” It seemed to assuage him slightly. My attention returned to Fyve. “Fyve, you have no right to deny my fantasy when I was willing to fulfill yours.”
He turned his gaze from me, and I reached out and grabbed his hand. When he looked at me again, I forged on. “This could be just as exciting, baby,” I whispered.
“You’re tripping, li’l mama,” Fyve replied and pulled away from my hold.
“Are you just going to walk away and let him win? I thought you told me that no other lover could ever compare to you.”
Hope filled me as anger flared in his eyes. “Bet. I’m down for whatever you’re up to, li’l baby,” Fyve replied.
“Give him that throat, gorgeous,” Chosen ordered when he pulled back briefly.
“Oh, you give head now, li’l mama?” Fyve asked. I had never gone down on him before. It wasn’t something that he required, but he had other proclivities that Chosen hadn’t had access to.
“Let me taste you, daddy,” I replied in response to his question.
Peaches & Cream
I hadno idea my li’l baby was a freak. Yeah, she’d been down with a threesome with my ex. Mya had been at the club in Atlanta, celebrating my birthday with me two months after we met. My ex showed up, and Mya was chill as hell, despite my ex trying to be all under me. When I suggested the three of us head back to my place, she said she would have been game if Mya had been another nigga. At the time, I was offended as hell, but looking at Mya in this position now, I questioned if I had been sleeping on shit all this time.
I wasn’t so quick to let them know how turned on I was though. I couldn’t lie. Seeing her spread out that way and beingpleasured like she was, while asking to suck my dick drove a nigga insane.
I had pulled on my joggers to run downstairs to check on the crash. A tree limb had hit a window, but it hadn’t done major damage. With a plywood, a hammer, and nails, I fixed it within minutes.
Now, I shoved my joggers down and slid out of my shoes. Chosen slid his fingers into Mya’s ass, and she cried out and bucked upward before he gently pushed her down again. He fucked her in the ass with his fingers and placed his mouth over her sweet pussy again, draining that muthafucka.
“Have you always been a slut, Mya?” I asked in a gravelly tone.
I suspected that she had been giving my man head the duration of their relationship, though she had never done it to me before. Although I was turned on, I was also pissed, and I wanted both of them to know it.
