Year off right!”
Damn! I had my little speech all prepared, but my hardness clouded my judgment. My head was in the clouds as Kadeema massaged my manhood. Dropping to her knees, she unbuckled my belt, releasing all of me for her eyes to see. The curve in my dick was hitting up against her nose and she savored me as she licked the length of the magic stick. Next, she cupped my balls before engulfing me with her mouth. Her mouth accommodated my girth well as she spat on it and jacked me off. I knew it was a mistake to allow this to happen before confronting her, but I was weak. Kadeema damn near sucked the skin off my shaft, and I enjoyed every minute of it. She smiled and winked at me as my hot nut filled her mouth.
“Mmm, that was good.” She wiped. “My turn!”
Kadeema slid her left pant leg down as she assumed her normal position against the wall. Normally, I would tear that ass up while she rested on my shoulders, but it wouldn’t happen like that tonight. I needed to go ahead and get this out of the way.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned. “I know you not just finna leave me hanging like this!”
“Kadeema, there’s no easy way for me to ask you this. So I’m just going to come out with it. Did you attack Presley at The Galleria Saturday when you went?”
“What?! I just gave you some hellified head and now you’re asking me if I attacked your damn wife?! What kind of shit is this? And why didn’t you ask me this before I sucked you off?”
Yeah, I’ll admit that was low of me to get my rocks off before handling my business, but that was her fault. She awakened the beast when she started rubbing and touching shit. What could I say? Once the beast was released, he wouldn’t rest until he was taken care of.
“Kadeema, I’m sorry, bae, but you started doing your thing before I could ask you about the attack.”
“Oh, but yo ass could have stopped me!” she yelled. “So that’s how it is? You get yours and I’m just ass out because now you wanna fucking talk! That is really fucked up, Ty!”
“You’re evading the question. Answer me damn it!” I snapped.
“No,” she answered, popping her lips. “I didn’t have shit to do with what happened to your damn wife!”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes!” she snapped. “Why the hell do you keep asking me that?”
“Because I was talking to Keisha and she mentioned you went to the Galleria on Saturday. And you know that is the day LeeLee gets her hair done. So I need to make sure you didn’t have anything to do with it.”
Kadeema was adamant about not having anything to do with Presley’s mishap, so I decided to leave her alone for now. However, I’d be paying attention to her ass moving forward. Maybe she really didn’t have anything to do with it.
“So Keisha told you I was at the Galleria? And since when you start calling that bitch by her nickname?!”
“First of all, she’s not a bitch; she’s my wife! Secondly, Keisha and I were just talking when she mentioned she was supposed to ride out with you. But you know what? Don’t worry about it. I’m just overreacting. I knew there was no way you could do something so sinister,” I smiled.
“Oh okay. I thought she may have been trying to insinuate something.”
I thought it was strange Kadeema was worried about what Keisha may have indirectly insinuated. But since I had no real proof and there was no real harm done, I let it go.
“Nah, it was just a casual conversation between co-workers, that’s all. But I tell you what. We better get back to our departments before people notice we are both MIA.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Chapter Fifteen: Presley
February had arrived and being seven months pregnant, I was the size of a damn elephant! The good news was my doctor suggested I be induced next month because my blood pressure had been elevated. Probably due to all of the bullshit I was going through with Ty. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t
Damn! I had my little speech all prepared, but my hardness clouded my judgment. My head was in the clouds as Kadeema massaged my manhood. Dropping to her knees, she unbuckled my belt, releasing all of me for her eyes to see. The curve in my dick was hitting up against her nose and she savored me as she licked the length of the magic stick. Next, she cupped my balls before engulfing me with her mouth. Her mouth accommodated my girth well as she spat on it and jacked me off. I knew it was a mistake to allow this to happen before confronting her, but I was weak. Kadeema damn near sucked the skin off my shaft, and I enjoyed every minute of it. She smiled and winked at me as my hot nut filled her mouth.
“Mmm, that was good.” She wiped. “My turn!”
Kadeema slid her left pant leg down as she assumed her normal position against the wall. Normally, I would tear that ass up while she rested on my shoulders, but it wouldn’t happen like that tonight. I needed to go ahead and get this out of the way.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned. “I know you not just finna leave me hanging like this!”
“Kadeema, there’s no easy way for me to ask you this. So I’m just going to come out with it. Did you attack Presley at The Galleria Saturday when you went?”
“What?! I just gave you some hellified head and now you’re asking me if I attacked your damn wife?! What kind of shit is this? And why didn’t you ask me this before I sucked you off?”
Yeah, I’ll admit that was low of me to get my rocks off before handling my business, but that was her fault. She awakened the beast when she started rubbing and touching shit. What could I say? Once the beast was released, he wouldn’t rest until he was taken care of.
“Kadeema, I’m sorry, bae, but you started doing your thing before I could ask you about the attack.”
“Oh, but yo ass could have stopped me!” she yelled. “So that’s how it is? You get yours and I’m just ass out because now you wanna fucking talk! That is really fucked up, Ty!”
“You’re evading the question. Answer me damn it!” I snapped.
“No,” she answered, popping her lips. “I didn’t have shit to do with what happened to your damn wife!”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes!” she snapped. “Why the hell do you keep asking me that?”
“Because I was talking to Keisha and she mentioned you went to the Galleria on Saturday. And you know that is the day LeeLee gets her hair done. So I need to make sure you didn’t have anything to do with it.”
Kadeema was adamant about not having anything to do with Presley’s mishap, so I decided to leave her alone for now. However, I’d be paying attention to her ass moving forward. Maybe she really didn’t have anything to do with it.
“So Keisha told you I was at the Galleria? And since when you start calling that bitch by her nickname?!”
“First of all, she’s not a bitch; she’s my wife! Secondly, Keisha and I were just talking when she mentioned she was supposed to ride out with you. But you know what? Don’t worry about it. I’m just overreacting. I knew there was no way you could do something so sinister,” I smiled.
“Oh okay. I thought she may have been trying to insinuate something.”
I thought it was strange Kadeema was worried about what Keisha may have indirectly insinuated. But since I had no real proof and there was no real harm done, I let it go.
“Nah, it was just a casual conversation between co-workers, that’s all. But I tell you what. We better get back to our departments before people notice we are both MIA.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Chapter Fifteen: Presley
February had arrived and being seven months pregnant, I was the size of a damn elephant! The good news was my doctor suggested I be induced next month because my blood pressure had been elevated. Probably due to all of the bullshit I was going through with Ty. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t
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