The Real Trap Wives Of Memphis by Monica Parker

follow the leader?”
    “Follow the leader? Girl I swear you are a trip. What am I going to do with you?”
    “I don’t know. But the real question is what will you do without me?”
    “Legacy, look at me.” He demanded so I glanced at him before continuing to get dressed.
    “Look at you for what? So you can lie to me again?”
    “I never lied to you Legacy. I would never lie to you.”
    “Hold up wait, you’re right. Let me rephrase my statement; hide some more fundamental information from me?”
    “It wasn’t anything like that baby, I promise.” He leaned down to kiss my shoulder, but I stepped away.
    “Whatever bastard!”
    “I’m serious, Legacy.” Jacori grabbed my hands trying to force me to look at him.
    “Then do you care to explain it to me? I’m all ears. Just tell me the truth.”
    “So you want the truth?”
    “Yes! I certainly do. Is that so hard?”             
    “Okay here it goes. I fucked up Legacy. There! Is that what you wanted to hear? I almost got caught slipping.”
    “Save me the details. I already heard what happened, remember? Just tell me why the fuck you lied about it? All the shit you have seen me do over the years for your ass and you lie to me,” I pointed to myself.
    “I am sorry baby. I can’t tell you shit like you are the average woman. You don’t know how to process bad news. Why do you think I didn’t tell you? When have you ever known me to withhold anything?” I shrugged my shoulders.
    He was making it hard for me to fake mad at him when he was standing in front of me looking all alluring while kissing me like he wasn’t in the dog house. Lord knows I needed to feel some of his goodness deep within me. Oh hell it was about to go down in a major way. We didn’t really have time for sex so I had to get it in real quick. I stepped into his arms. He didn’t waste any time taking off my shirt and sliding my panties to the side. A low moan escaped from my mouth as Jacori spread my legs apart and bent me over. My pussy dripped in anticipation as he rubbed my clit with his mushroom tip from the back. I knew he was trying to tease me but I was ready to swallow him whole.
    Gripping my shoulders he pushed his 8 inch monster deep within me. I swear it felt like it was about to come bursting out of my stomach. I considered it a blessing and a curse, as he hit every wall and then some. It was evident that Jacori had been wanting and missing this rain forest. We both wanted each other bad and the way he was gripping my breast let me know that he was enjoying himself. Not to be outdone, I smacked his ass every time he hit the right spot. I guess he liked it because he went deeper and deeper into my folds until he ran out of dick.
    Jacori had me about to overdose on his love and I was glad that I decided not to be stingy with my body. I wish he could swim in my ocean all night, but life for us just didn’t work out that way. My body was begging for his hands to be tattooed on it. His touch was giving me life and when he switched to my wet ass, he stroked my G-spot with his index finger and pumped ferociously. He had me soaking wet and the more I moaned, the harder he thrusted inside of me. I swear it felt like he was pounding out his frustrations on me, but I enjoyed every moment. As our bodies slapped against one another to our own little beat, we both climaxed together then leaned up on the wall trying to catch our breath.
    Time was of the essence so I grabbed his hands and lead him to the bathroom and turned on the shower. After making sure the water temperature was just right, we stepped on in and washed each other up without speaking any words. No words needed to be spoken in that moment. We grabbed our towels, dried and got dressed.
    “Hey, I’m sorry for snapping off and giving you blue balls earlier today, but you have to understand that I hate when you hide things from me; especially important things. Things that can change both of our lives. What