“Damn, a nigga can’t sweet talk my way into some nookie?”
“Fuck no, you done messed that up. You should’ve thought about that before you said what you said.”
“What did I say wrong? Saje, please enlighten me.”
I finally turned around to face him. “Ezekiel, stop playin’ with me. You’re really starting to piss me off.”
His sinister smile gave me a funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I think you need to release some of that hostile ass behavior on my dick.”
I hated that my pussy throbbed from the way he talked to me. I was supposed to be mad right now, not turned the fuck on.
“Ezekiel, now is not the time for?—”
“That’s where you’re wrong,work wifey,” he cut me off. “It’s the perfect time for my shit to slide up inside you.” He still had that silly smirk plastered on his face.
Temptation was a muthafucka, and the reason I was in this situation with him now.
We had a scene to shoot soon, and here I was contemplating whether I wanted to stay mad at my lover or wanted him to drill me. I chose the latter.
I slipped my dress back off and turned back around with my bare ass on full display.
“Damn, you look sexy as fuck from the back. Booty swallowing up that G-string. Can you make that thang swallow this dick next?”
“Yeah,” I answered, mad, irritated, and horny all at once.
Ezekiel slipped on the condom in a hurry. I was already bent over with my cheeks spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck the frustration out of me. I didn’t want to go home to Reason with an attitude, so I would use Ezekiel to my advantage.
He rammed into my hole, making me release a deep moan. I guess he assumed my entryway was already lubricated enough for him. We were in a rush, but a little foreplay from him would’ve helped make this session a little better. Instead of dwelling on what Ezekiel wasn’t doing, I decided to enjoy the moment and the feeling of his thick dick moving like a machine inside me.
Fifteen minutes later, he was rolling the cum filled rubber off his shaft and washing his dick in the tiny sink. All that rough sexwe did, and I still didn’t cum. My mind was on too many things, and I couldn’t focus on getting fucked for the life of me.
Maybe a round with my husband would make this all better, but only if he wasn’t talking about that damn baby.
Ezekiel was dressed and leaning against the doorway. I was so deep in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed him waiting for me. He looked at me, and as if he was reading my mind, he asked, “So why did you let your husband go through with the surrogacy if you really were against it?”
His eyebrows were damn near touching his hairline as he peered at me.
I turned my neck so hard, I almost sprained it. I wasn’t in the mood to discuss this mess again, but I was the one who brought Ezekiel into our business. Still, it didn’t mean he could question me out of the blue. Usually, he would wait until I brought it up, which I had earlier before we fucked.
“Because I didn’t want to, dammit! Reason has known me for years. He should’ve been able to tell I didn’t want this shit.”
“Damn, you think that wealthy nigga is a psychic?” he quizzed.
“I think you’re really trying to get cursed the fuck out today?”
Ezekiel rushed over to me so fast and was in my face before I could blink again.
“Who the fuck you talkin’ to Saje? I think you must’ve forgotten that I ain’t ya nigga.”
And you never will be; you don’t even compare to my man. You’re just a nigga who occupies my pussy when my husband isn’t around. If you asked me, you should feel like the luckiest muthafucka in the world for fuckin’ a woman like me.
Instead of saying what I really wanted to and bursting his bubble, I muttered, “Of course, I know you aren’t my nigga.”
“Aight, just tryna set that shit straight. Sometimes I think you forget I’m just something like yo’work sex buddy.”
Ouch.
