“What do you want?”
“Shit, you know what I want,” he replied with that thug cockiness that I missed.
I smirked, then reached down for his zipper. “Yep, I know exactly what you need.” As soon as his pants hit the floor, I dropped to my knees and removed his dick from his boxers. I had forgotten how big and beautiful it was. I eased it inside my mouth, sucking gently while stroking his length. I was determined for him to remember how good it used to be between us. Within seconds my head was bobbing back and forth as I deep-throated his length.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take this dick.”
I moved faster. Ron rocked back and forth, then grabbed the back of my head and guided me. It got to be too much and I started to gag, but I wasn’t about to complain or stop because I was willing to do whatever it took to make Ron happy. To bring my man back home. I could feel his muscles tighten with every stroke. I sucked him continuously while using one hand to massage his balls.
He finally pushed my head away. “That’s enough. I need to be inside you.”
I rose.
“Come here.”
As soon as I did, he snatched the towel away. Staring down at me, he stroked the length of his dick. “Move over to the chair.”
Obediently, I moved and took a seat.
“Nope. Turn around. I want your ass in the air so I can see that pussy.”
I assumed the doggy-style position, and before I could take a breath he slammed deep inside me. It was rough and hard and just the way I liked it until it got to be too much. He was banging me so hard I felt him all up in my stomach. “Ron, you’re hurting me!”
Ron slapped me hard across the ass. “Take this dick! You know you like it.” He smacked my ass again. “Tell me you like it.”
By this time the walls of my kitty-cat had completely relaxed and I was coming all over the place. “Oooh, baby! I like it.”
“You love it.”
“Yes, I love it!”
“You love me?”
Tears streamed from my eyes. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby. I love you so much. I never stopped loving you.” It was so good and powerful that I started to bawl. Here I was making love with the man I loved. How sweet is that!
Ron plunged harder and it hurt so good. It wasn’t long before I came hard, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
“I’m about to come all in that pussy! Uuugh!” he grunted, then squirted hard inside me. He pulled out and collapsed on the floor, and I landed on top of him and held on to him tight. There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to tell Ron how much I still loved him and how hard it had been these last several months without him. The fact that he had come home to me proved that he was hurting as much as I had been. Yep, Ron and I were going to be together forever. I lay there thinking about waking up to him every morning again.
After a while, I rose and moved to the bathroom next to the kitchen to grab a towel. Ron lay there on the floor while I cleaned him up.
“Want something to eat? I think I might have some Twinkies.”
“Nah. I need to get home.”
My face dropped. Home. He’s already home. “Why don’t you stay the night with me?”
He shook his head, avoiding eye contact, and reached for his pants. “Yo, I got some business to take care of. I’ll be in touch.”
I sat on the floor and watched as he got dressed and walked out my front door.
12
Renee
Landon and I went at it all night and after the third round I was quite satisfied. Damn, it had been a long time since I last had dick. I love my vibrator and it definitely does the job, but nothing can come close to a real dick and a warm body lying beside you afterward.
I was curled up against Landon dreaming my ass off when I felt something warm and wet. After our night, wetness was a given, but this felt unusually wet. I opened my eyes. It was a hissing sound that made me swing back the covers and jump out of the bed.
That nasty mothafucka was pissing in my bed!
I was stunned beyond words, because like catching my husband fucking another man, I never expected to witness something like this either. I couldn’t get my lips to move. All I could do was watch Landon holding the base of his dick while he shot out pee like it was a water faucet. Get this, when he finally finished, he shook off his dick.
Hell nah!
That mothafucka must have been dreaming and thought he was in the bathroom taking a piss. What took the cake was that washing his hands was obviously not a habit of his because as soon as he was done, instead of rubbing his hands together, his nasty ass rolled the fuck over and went back to sleep.
I reached for a pillow and started beating him upside his head. “Wake up! Landon, get the fuck up!”
It took a full minute to wake him out of his groggy state. “What? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that you pissed in my bed!”
Landon had the nerve to look confused. “Pissed?” Looking down, he noticed the wet spot, then mumbled, “Damn,” and grabbed his dick.
“Look at that shit! You . . . you pissed all over me!”
“My bad,” he replied like it was no big deal.
“Who the hell you think you are, R. Kelly?”
“I said I’m sorry,” he said defensively as he got up and reached for his pants. His pissy ass wasn’t even going to take a shower.
“Sorry ain’t going to buy me a new mattress.”
He had the nerve to laugh.
“I don’t see shit that’s funny.”
“Come on, Renee, calm down. I’ll buy you a new mattress.”
“When?”
He had to think about it a moment. “When I get paid next Friday, I’ll swing by and pick you up and we can go to the mattress store together.”
I rolled my eyes because there wasn’t shit else to say. I mean, what were we supposed to do at this point? Go back to bed? Move into the kitchen and I’d make us breakfast? Hell nah!
“Well, I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” he replied, signaling an end to our evening.
I started removing my expensive sheets from the bed so I could throw them funky things in the trash. Instead of offering to help, Landon reached for his keys and left. From the window, I watched him climb in his Tahoe and drive home, smelling like piss.
13
Danielle
After work on Monday, I headed over to Calvin’s house. He had gotten back from his conference yesterday and was dying to see me. What else is new? Sometimes I felt smothered by the fact that he wanted to be with me all the time. But after screwing Ron Friday night, I felt so guilty, I owed it to him. Besides, it had been a long day at the hospital. Working as a labor and delivery nurse was no easy task. I had no intention of cooking anything and I was so hungry, I was tempted to stop at a fast food restaurant on the way, but Calvin, who was a wonderful cook, was preparing dinner.
Usually, I go home first and change out of my scrubs into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but it was only Calvin. No point in dressing up.
I pulled into his subdivision and drove up the drive of the first house on the left. A two-story,