Page 37 of Same Girl
“He knew who he was messing with when he got involved with me.”
“Aye, nigga, thanks for looking out for ya homie, but don’t worry ’bout my pockets. I can take care of my woman just fine,” Fyve replied with a snicker.
“A’ight. You got it. Just don’t be calling my name if that card is declined,” Chosen replied with a chuckle of his own.
The attendant walked up to me as I stood outside of the dressing room.
“Hello, are you ready to try these items on?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Is the private dressing room available?”
“Uhm, let me check,” she stated and walked away.
I looked up at Chosen and winked. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips against mine. “I’m ’bout to embarrass your little ass in this place, Mya.”
“How’s that?” I asked, pulling back as Fyve gripped my ass from behind.
“You’re not the quietest when you’re getting fucked.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that you never fuck me. You only make love to me, so I can keep it on the low,” I replied with a wink.
The chuckle he released was low and firm and hit me low in the belly. At the same time, it created a stir of fear deep inside, because I had no idea what my gentle lover was up to.
“Please follow me this way. It’s available,” the attendant announced.
Both men followed me to the rear as I followed her. She unlocked the dressing room and held the door open for me. Chosen and Fyve sat on the fuchsia cushion covered settees outside of the dressing room. I hung my items up and undressed. As soon as I finished, I heard a little knock at the door.
I unlocked and opened the door, peering out at Chosen’s handsome face. The mischievous smirk on his face had my thighs already clenching as my pussy grew wet. He barreled his way inside without waiting for me to completely open the door. I was seeing another side of my man than I had ever seen before today.
Fyve squeezed in right behind him and moved in place behind me. Thank goodness that the dressing rooms here were already large, but especially the private one.
“No, sir. Hand jobs only, remember,” I reminded him.
Fyve groaned and sat on the bench behind me as Chosen unhooked my bra and instantly latched to my breast. There would be no time for foreplay this evening, because I was sure that the attendant would come back to check on me in no time. Thankfully, the door ran all the way down to the floor, so she couldn’t peer inside and see that I wasn’t alone.
I hissed and threw my head back when his tongue circled my tight nipple. His hands worked their way around my back and down to my ass. He squeezed and pinched my generous flesh there until I spread my legs and thrust my hips forward.
Chosen placed a finger inside of my panties and slid it down my swollen lips. I pushed forward, begging and urging him to penetrate my barrier. I needed to feel something hard and strong inside of me immediately.
He slid a finger deep inside of me. “Oh, baby, that feels so good,” I whispered in his ear as I bit his earlobe.
“I can make you feel better, beautiful.”
“Let me feel you now,” I coaxed as I swiveled my gaze to where Fyve was seated watching us.
Chosen grabbed his dick and pulled it out as I instructed Fyve on what he should be doing. “Let me see that dick, Fyve. You need to be jacking that beautiful, hard, black dick. I want to see those veins pulsing and that head weeping, baby. If you do it right, I might lick the precum off.”
“Aww fuck,” Fyve groaned as he slid his hand into his pants and grabbed his dick. The thing that I loved about Fyve was that he mostly wore sweatpants and joggers. It made accessing him so much easier than fumbling with Chosen’s jeans all the time.
But Chosen was wasting no time as he slid into my parted flesh and pumped deep and hard.
“Damn, Chosen. You feel so good,” I whimpered. He filled me up and gave me more than I could have asked for. I felt tight as I contracted around him, welcoming him deep into my treasure box.
“That feel good, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What about this, baby? You like the way that dick feel up in them guts?” Chosen asked, dropping low and going deeper.
