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  Walking back into the room, I was shocked that she was still asleep. It seemed like this might have been the first time that she’d slept in a long-ass time, and I didn’t want to wake her. But morning wood and her looking damn good in that dress had a nigga debating disrupting her beauty rest. Walking to the end of the couch, I kneeled and pushed her dress up around her waist. I didn’t want to cross this line so soon, but I had to taste her. Looking down, I had to stifle a laugh. She ain’t have no damn panties on.

  Her pussy was bald and so fat and pretty. Ducking my head down, I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it. She shifted on the couch, and that made me suck a little bit harder. She wiggled around in place, and I took that as the go-ahead, putting my tongue as deep inside of her as it would go, while still sucking on her clit.

  “Mmmm shiiiiit,” she moaned, her hips moving in sync with my tongue stroking in and out of her pussy. “Mmmm . . .”

  Reaching down, her hands landed on my head, and she sat up like a bolt of lightning had just hit her ass. I think she thought she was dreaming before now, but when she felt my head, she knew that this shit was authentic. I looked up at her, and the look that she had on her face was one of confliction. I didn’t want to stop, but if she told me to, I would respect her wishes. When she didn’t say anything, just kept staring at me, I went to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around my head and held me in place so tightly that my ass couldn’t have moved if I wanted to.

  “Please don’t stop,” she said, more like begged.

  She pulled the string on her dress, and it fell off of her, revealing a body that would make a young bitch jealous as shit. She reached behind her own back and unhooked her bra. I wasted no time reaching up and squeezing her nipples in between my fingers. She arched her back in response, and in a matter of seconds, she was bustin’ all over my face.

  “Fuck, Jakeel! What . . . are . . . you . . . tryin’a . . . do . . . to . . . me . . .” she asked, while she shook in pleasure. I made sure that I licked up every drop of her juices before even trying to respond.

  “Give you the pleasure that your company gave me last night,” I admitted. I knew I sounded like a pussy-whipped-ass nigga, but with a pussy like hers, I would be that and be proud of the shit.

  She smiled at me brightly and kissed me with so much passion that it made my dick press up against the zipper of my jeans. She reached down, trying to unzip my pants, but I grabbed her hand. I was trying to keep my word and not fuck her on the first night. She deserved better than that. She wasn’t the kinda woman you used and threw away. She was the one that you kept. And if I had the chance, I would keep her ass and hold on to her as if my life depended on it.

  “Why won’t you fuck meeee?” she whined, and I had to laugh. She sounded like a spoiled-ass brat.

  “Because you’re the kinda woman who deserves a man to take his time. You ain’t no one-night stand.”

  “If you do that shit right, it won’t be a one-night stand,” she said, and I looked at her to make sure she was serious. When I saw that she was playing with her pussy, waiting for my dick to take the place of her hands, I gave the why-not shrug and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor.

  I could tell that she wasn’t used to a dick the size of mine because of the way she bit her bottom lip. She looked like she wanted to change her mind, but my shit was out now. Something was gonna go down, or a nigga was gon’ be mad as fuck.

  Sluuuurp.

  Before I could say shit to her, she’d leaned forward, put my dick into her mouth, and sucked like a fuckin’ vacuum. She ain’t choke or gag on that shit, either. And the way that she reached down with the hand that wasn’t massaging her pussy confirmed that the nigga she was divorcing was a fuckin’ idiot for letting her the fuck go.

  “Damn, girl! Ugh, shit!” I moaned and growled, trying not to nut too quickly. She was staring up at me with my dick in her mouth, humming on my shit.

  She was tryin’a suck my soul out through my pee hole, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it. I grabbed her head and started rough dickin’ her face, and she ain’t try to pull away. Instead, she ain’t miss a beat. As a matter of fact, she went harder the harder I fucked her face. I felt my nut rising and didn’t want to skeet down her throat, so I tried to pull away. She grabbed my ass, holding my shit down her throat, and I lost my mind. My toes curled, my head got light, and I came all down her throat. She didn’t let go until my dick stopped throbbing in her mouth. And when I was done nuttin’, she let go of my shit with a loud pop of her mouth.

  “Now, fuck me,” she ordered, and like my dick was under her control, it popped back up, ready for round two.

  She lay back, her legs wide open like she was waiting for me to run up in her ass. I took off my shirt, and she took in the tatted, toned body that was under the too-big shirts that I wore. She bit her lip again, and I realized that was something she did when she liked what she saw. I was about to climb on top of her, and then I thought better of it. Instead, I picked her up, she giggled and then wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “Which room is yours?” I asked, and she smiled, grateful that I was still determined to respect her in some way.

  “The last one at the end of the hallway,” she said, and I started to make my way down the hall. She traced the tattoos on my chest with her tongue, even nibbling on my nipples.

  When I got to her room, I wasted no time placing her on the bed, then kissing her deeply when I got on top of her. I kissed down her neck and sucked on her pretty, perky-ass titties before reaching down and positioning my dick at her opening. She reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them back until they were behind her head, and that shit made me pause. I had to lean back and take that shit in. Tamika Blake was the kinda woman that a nigga like me dreamt about when he was beating his dick as a kid. She was grown and a freak. There were no limits, and she wasn’t selfish like some of these younger bitches were.

  Leaning forward, I got back on top of her, ready to feel her insides. Before I did, I leaned down and gave her a fair warning.

  “If I slide up in this shit, you mine, Mika. Period,” I said, before sucking on her ear.

  “I was already yours,” she responded. “Aaaah!” she hollered out when I slid my dick as far inside of her as my body would let me.

  “Fuuuuck! You’re miiiiine . . .” I repeated, sliding in and out of her more and more quickly. “Say that shit, Mika.”

  “I’m youuuurs, Jakeel! I been waiting for this shit aaaall my liiiife!” she hollered my thoughts aloud. She was a one-in-a-lifetime kinda woman, and I felt like I had just hit the muthafuckin’ lottery.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Mika

  It’d been almost three weeks since I’d moved out of the house and contacted a divorce lawyer. After the last incident with Rasheem, I was determined to get away from him. I rented a two-bedroom condo for my daughter and me just until all the divorce proceedings were over.

  This wasn’t easy for me, and I knew it was hard on my daughter, moving from our home into a smaller place, but it was only temporary. I planned on getting a house in the near future.

  Rasheem kept calling me nonstop. I guess he thought I was playing. I’m not going to lie, leaving him was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. I loved my husband, but him disrespecting me like that was the nail in the coffin. There was no way we could come back from that.

  “Mama, you okay?” Ky’Imani walked into my room and asked as she took a seat on the bed.

  “Huh, baby?” I snapped out of my thoughts.

  “Do you want to grab a bite, and maybe, we can catch a movie.”

  “Hmm, what would make you want to hang out with little old me?”

  “First off, you’re not old, and you haven’t been out lately, outside of work. I think you’ve done enough moping around the house. You should get cute, dress up, and go out in the world. Probably turn the heads of a few dudes.”

  “Excuse me, but I’m not looki
ng for no dudes. I’m good by myself.”

  “I know you are, Mama, but I know how much Daddy hurt you. I just don’t want you to give up on love. There are good men out there. You just need to find the right one.”

  “Hold up. How old are you? I think I’m the parent, and I don’t need to be taking advice from my teenage daughter. Now, go on before I take the belt out and whip that butt,” I laughed.

  “Sorry, Mama. I was only trying to cheer you up some.”

  “Well, you did—”

  Her phone started ringing, so she hurried out of my room. I shook my head and busted out laughing. That child of mine was grown beyond her years. I really loved the bond we had developed over the years.

  * * *

  This was one of the days that I wished I could have stayed home. It was cold outside, and on top of that, it was raining. It was freezing in the office because these assholes still had the AC on blast. I grabbed my sweater that was hanging on the back of my chair and started putting it on when I heard the door open. I thought it was one of my associates . . . until I realized who was standing in front of me.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked Rasheem with an attitude.

  “I was in the building, dropping off some paperwork and decided to drop by to see my wife.” This asshole walked into my office and took a seat.

  “What do you want?” I got straight to the point.

  “I’m here to talk with you about stopping the divorce proceeding. I mean, c’mon, we can both agree that we both messed up. Let’s work it out and move on. That’s what family does. I ain’t no quitter, and I know damn well that you’re not one either.”

  “Do you hear yourself? We both messed up? All I ever did was be a good fucking wife. But while I was doing that, you was out slanging dick around. You know I walk around here now, looking at all these females, wondering which ones you’ve fucked. You made a fool out of me all these years. People laughing in my face, and like a fool, I walked around here feeling proud . . . proud that I was married to the great detective,” I chuckled. I was trying my best not to show any emotions. “But you didn’t even cover your tracks worth a damn. Some detective you are.”

  “Mika, listen, most of what you’re saying is straight-up bullshit. Yeah, I might’ve fucked around a time or two, but nowhere near what you’re saying. And that shit means nothing to me. I love you. I married you. Do you know how many of these chicks would love to have me? But I don’t want them. I want you.”

  “Well, lucky bitches. They can have you now because I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m divorcing you,” I said, looking him in the eyes so that he knew that I was dead-assed serious. “Now, leave so that I can do my work.”

  “You fucking serious, huh? What you hope to gain out of this? You think you can just get the fuck up, walk away with my daughter? You won’t get nothing from this. Nothing!” he yelled as he stood up.

  “I walked away, didn’t I? And you know what? Ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

  Now I stood up. This nigga might be the fucking king over there where he at, but I was done being his fucking patsy. The longer I was in his presence, the more nauseated I started feeling.

  “If you go through with this, you’re going to regret this, Tamika. Think about how your life’s going to change—”

  “Get out of my office. I’m sure you got my lawyer’s information.”

  He stood there with a wicked grin plastered across his face. Then he shook his head, turned around, and walked out.

  “You’re not going to like this,” he said over his shoulder on his way out. He slammed the door so hard that it made the walls shake.

  I opened the door and spotted him as he speed-walked down the hallway. I looked around and noticed a few coworkers in the area. I quickly eased my way back into my office and lightly closed the door. I then walked back to my seat and sat down. The nerve of this man. How dare he walk up in here, calling himself checking me. Lawd, I knew this was going to be a fight that ain’t going to be easy, but I was so ready for it.

  * * *

  “Fuuuuck, baby! Who the hell would fuck around on pussy this good?” Jakeel asked in my ear while I rode his dick in the chair at my desk in my office. We had been sneaking around, fucking, and spending quality time since that night at TGI Fridays. I balled my panties up and stuffed them in his mouth to shut his ass up. The last thing I needed was to be caught fuckin’ him at the job, on the clock, no less.

  As much as I knew that this shit was wrong, I could see now how some of my coworkers had fallen for their parolees. He made that shit easy, too, because not only did he fuck me good, but also he went out of his way to make me feel special. I knew he wasn’t making a whole lot of money at his job, but he still sent me flowers, Edible Arrangements, and shit. And because we weren’t trying to be seen out in public together, if we weren’t at my house when Ky was at her friend’s house or some shit, then we were at a hotel, or he planned something sweet. This past weekend, he’d taken me to the country and laid out a picnic of a meal that he cooked for me—with the help of his mama—but still, it was the thought that mattered.

  It didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing, though, we just couldn’t seem to keep our hands off of each other. Don’t get me wrong. We had a good time. We talked about everything from food to music, and there was a lot more that we had in common than I would’ve ever imagined. I could tell that he spent a lot of time with his mother—who was only fifteen years older than me, by the way—and that they were really close. Even with all the shit he stayed into and her having to support two children as a single mom, they had a really close relationship. And I could tell by the way that he talked about her and his sister that he loved and respected them both greatly. It was apparent in the way he talked about them in comparison to the way that he spoke of the women that had been in his life. I could tell that the whole “tough-nigga persona” was a defense mechanism, and now that he’d taken that shit off, he was a softy. Well, maybe just for me, but I was the only one that I cared about. After meeting his most recent ex on our first date—yeah, I said date—I could see why he treated them like he did.

  I tried to fight it, but I was falling for him with every encounter. And it seemed like the feeling was mutual. I didn’t want him to be a rebound or a distraction from the shit with Rasheem, who still hadn’t signed the papers, by the way. He was still trying to convince me to talk it out, inviting me to dinner and sitting outside of my damn office, trying to catch me coming or going from the building with flowers and cards and shit. But nothing that he did was gonna make me take him back. I was fed up and, even if Jakeel wasn’t for me, I didn’t deserve to be treated the way that Rasheem had treated me. He had fifteen years to get it right, but all he did was get comfortable and think that he could do what the hell he wanted to, and I would always be here. He must’ve forgotten who the hell he married. I may have been a little older, but I was still from NYC and would bust him in his shit. But because I had matured into a lady and had more to lose than gaining his ass acting right, I said fuck it. He wasn’t worth it to me.

  I kept telling myself to take it slow with Jakeel until things were over and done with Rasheem. I didn’t want to bring any of that drama into our lives. Honestly, I was surprised that Sheem hadn’t already found out about Keel. But he was so busy trying to “save his marriage” that I’d heard that he wasn’t focusing on much of anything. His job included. But Jakeel was hard to let go of. And when I tried to pull away, even telling him why, he came at me harder, telling me that a real nigga ain’t leave his woman to deal with her shit by herself. And just like that, I was back in it again. Like now, here he was, during his check-in, and I was riding his ass like I wasn’t at work. And this nigga couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut, so I had to stuff my drawers in his shit. I couldn’t talk, though, because the shit got good to me, and I had to bite his damn neck just to keep from hollering when he raised his pelvis and hit my spot the way that no one but
he had.

  “I’m finna come, baby,” I whispered in his ear before sticking my tongue in it. He grabbed my hips and started ramming upward into me so hard that I was sure someone could hear our bodies smacking against each other from outside the door. Throwing my head back, I could feel his southern head grow larger inside of me, and his dick got stiffer. The veins were bulging and rubbing against my walls like a ribbed condom. My breathing became labored. I bit my bottom lip so that I didn’t let out the howl of pleasure that was threatening to erupt from my throat.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Three hard knocks on the door to my office were followed by someone trying the knob to see if it were unlocked. Jakeel and I looked at each other, and I hopped off his dick as if we’d just seen his mama’s headlights through the window, and I wasn’t supposed to be in his house. We both started fixing our clothes, and I hit the button on my phone for the receptionist’s desk, putting it on speaker so that I could keep getting myself together. I needed to see who the hell was on the other side of my door.

  “I tried to stop him, Mika. But he wouldn’t stop. And your phone is on DND, so the calls were going straight to voicemail. I know you have a client in with you. He just—”

  “Joanne . . . Joanne!” I yelled, trying to stop her ranting apologies.

  “Yea?” she asked.

  “He who?” I asked because she’d left that one important detail out. I was spraying Febreze all over the office, myself, and Jakeel. I was moving so fast I got some in the poor man’s face.

  “Damn, Ma. Don’t blind a nigga. I wanna be able to see that beautiful face every day,” he said, trying to calm me down with a compliment. But my ass was frantic. He took the Febreze bottle from my hand and went to town spraying it for me so that I could focus on the call . . . and putting my clothes back on.

  I didn’t know if I was about to have to face a supervisor or what, and I needed to know that more than her apologies. I knew she had tried to do her job and had tried to reach me. But I was busy getting dick and may have just fucked myself up in more ways than not getting my nut just now. I knew that Keel would more than make up for that later.