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Shayla stood there for a second or two looking unsure, which was par for the course when it came to difficult situations. Then, as always, I assisted her with her decision making.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, anyway. We both know she’s a drama queen. Besides she don’t even look beat up. She just likes to cackle about nothing half the time, and you know that we need this time together. It’s been so long, baby. I don’t want to waste any time that I could be spending with my little Black Barbie doll. So, go on up to the bedroom, and get ready for Daddy. You know you want to.”
After I laid it all out there, Shayla kissed me one last time and winked before finally submitting. “Okay, I’ll let you handle this, but make sure it gets handled, baby. I’m counting on you to be there for my sister, because no one has the right to treat her like that.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ve got this,” were my final words before Shayla inched hesitantly up the stairway. Once she was at the top of the stairs and had closed the bedroom door behind her, I speed walked back into the kitchen. Sweat was beading on my forehead, and I wasn’t even the type of nigga to break a sweat, normally.
Rhonda darkening my doorstep with this bullshit first thing in the morning, sitting on my damn furniture, dropping hints about telling Shayla what happened last night, made me madder than a motherfucking bulldog on some red meat. What kind of game was she trying to play with a nigga like T? Man, she was a glutton for punishment. Whatever it was game she was playing, she was about to get checkmated.
Rhonda was sitting on a stool at the island when I walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes popped wide open with surprise when she saw me return instead of Shayla. Then, she smiled a devilish grin when I got directly in front of her face and spit nothing but pure venom at her. “Get yo’ motherfucking ass the hell out of my house, woman! You know good and well I’m not about to stand by idly while you drop hints about spilling your guts to my wife about us. You’ve been warned once, and now you’re testing me for the second time in twenty-four hours? What, you didn’t get it good enough last night, you dense ass broad?”
“Now, wait a minute. Hold on there now, big boy. I didn’t mention your name, but I knew coming here under the circumstances would get your attention. I just wanted you to know that I’m still here and not going anywhere. All I want is your attention.” Her cocky ass got up from her seat, walked over, and stood directly in front of me. She moved in close and puckered her lips for a kiss.
I shoved her violently back three feet from me and asked, “What the fuck is your problem? Are you fuckin’ crazy, Rhonda?”
She was still drinking that Kool-Aid, because she answered, “Only about you.”
“Look, you crazy bitch… I told you this ‘me and you’ thing is a figment of your imagination. The only couple up in here is me and my better half that just walked up those steps.” I brought my forceful voice down a notch, and through tightly pursed lips said, “Now get out of my house!” I grabbed her arm firmly, walked her toward the front door, and opened it.
Rhonda refused to walk through the door, pushing it closed, purring, “Titus… T… I really think you need to think about this, baby. You don’t want me to really start singing like a canary, do you? If you keep treating me like some piece of shit on the bottom of your shoes, you will feel my wrath. And T? Trust me; I don’t even know how far I will go to lash back. You don’t want it to go there, Titus. You wanted to try me out, and now you’ve got me… until the death!”
As she spoke, she maintained an insane grin. Her hand gently inched down
until it reached and stroked my manhood. “Go’n with that bull, Rhonda.” I shifted my weight onto my right foot awkwardly.
Her touch was like water, dousing the flame of my anger. What was it about her hands that were so soothing to a nigga? I guess that was part of the magic that she possessed, and she sure as hell was sprinkling that magic over me now. With my precious wifey right upstairs, I allowed Ronnie to stroke me for a few seconds too long because before I knew anything she had stroked me straight into stupid.
We’d fought before. I thought, Maybe this last fight was just another one of those moments that people have when they catch feelings for each other. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but all I knew was that she was doing that thing that only she knew how to do. She was calming down a nigga like T, and I was letting her.
It was then that I knew I had to have some real feelings for her. Otherwise, I would have been able to physically throw her out of my house without responding to her touch at all. This woman had some strange hoodoo over me, or something. I had killed men for less than what she had done already, let alone what she was threatening to do. I let out several deep breaths and licked my lips as she slid her palm up and down my shaft like a pro, waving her thumb over the head each time she got to the end of it. Suddenly, she stopped long stroking me and concentrated her movements right at the tip, squeezing and releasing until I thought I would explode. Then, I did. I wasn’t normally a man to bust a nut so quickly, but the adrenaline and testosterone she had pumping through my veins betrayed me.
“I’m not going anywhere. Neither do you want me to,” Ronnie chuckled softly, bringing a hand covered in my seed up to her lips. She slowly licked her fingers dry while I stared at her, bracing myself against the wall by the door. My knees had grown weak, and apparently, so had my mind. She placed her free hand on my chest, rubbing my pecs. After my unexpected climax, every inch of my body was sensitive, and she had my nipples hard as rocks.
This girl was ruthless in her pursuit, which was what made her so damn sexy to me in the first place. My willpower was shot to hell, but I was still a man about mine. She had to get the hell out from up in here with that shit before Shayla came downstairs to find me in an embarrassing position. If she came down right now, there was no way I’d be able to deny what has just happened. My wife knew what I looked like after I’d busted a good nut, that’s for sure. It was obvious that my body and my sexual nature wouldn’t let me deny that I did want my wife – and Ronnie, too. Since I’d let her have the upper hand (literally) for now, I tried again and asked her to leave nicely.
“Just leave, baby, and we’ll hook up later tonight. I need some more of that…” I promised her some time as I pushed her away from me and opened the door again. I could hear the bedroom shower running and Shayla singing to her own beat, unaware that treachery in its highest form was taking place right here in her living room.
Instead of honoring my request, Rhonda pushed the door closed again, took me by the hand, and led me into the den. I was too spent to protest. My mind was screaming at me to man up, pick her up by her throat, and throw her out of the house like an old piece of furniture, but my body was telling me something more sinister and selfish. “Ronnie, you need to go ahead and leave. Please, girl. It’s bad enough you done made me skeet all over my damn draws. I’m not doin’ nothin’ else with you in my house.” I was desperate to get her to leave without making a scene. How had I lost control?
I know I sounded like a punk begging her to leave my house before I fucked the dog shit out of her with my wife upstairs. Knowing my words didn’t match my actions, she ignored my weak ass protest. Hell, I would have ignored that request too. After all, I did follow her into the den like a blind sheep, and Big T had made a speedy recovery, too. He was standing up straight against my belly like a baseball bat.
“You called me Ronnie, which means you’re weak for me, Titus. I know you all too well,” She purred, as she closed the den door and locked it.
She did know me too well. When a woman knows your weaknesses, watch out – it’s a good possibility the game is over. She also knew the den had a lock on the door and a side exit door, so she could leave once her devilish scheme was complete. Behind the den’s locked door, she pushed me up against the wall and released my now throbbing manhood from my boxers. She dropped to her knees shamelessly and began sucking me so good that I was powerless to put up much of a fight.
“This is fucked up,” was the only comment I could weakly get out as I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my dick further down her throat. What we were doing was wrong, but it was also the type of cheap thrill and adventurous streak that most men would give their left arm for.
Removing my dick from her dripping mouth, she said, “No, what’s fucked up is that you choose Shayla over me when you know she can’t be the woman that you need.” Her hand tightened around my shaft as her lips, tongue, and throat continued the job of pleasuring me once again.
“Oh, Ronnie… shit! You know I got you, girl. Just make Big T cum for me. That’s right, do what you have to do to get back in good with Daddy.” This had to have gone on for at least a full five minutes, and once I had tested her gag reflex and came all down her throat, Rhonda was completely satisfied. She picked up her purse off the floor and disappeared out the den’s exit without speaking another word.
I leaned against the door for a few seconds before quickly collecting my thoughts. Shaking my head at the drama I had gotten myself tangled up in, I went into the kitchen, picked up the plate that I’d placed on the table, and warmed up the breakfast food.
“What’s taking you so long, baby?” Shayla yelled, standing at the top of the stairs in her pink negligee.
“Uh… Just getting us some wine for you, Shay. I’ll be there in a minute.” I took a deep breath. Was I really ready for Round Three? I guessed I had to be. I took a paper towel from the holder, wiped the sweat from my forehead, retrieved two wine glasses from the cellar, and trotted toward the steps. I might be a dog, but I love my wife. This shit Ronnie is pulling is too close for comfort. Too close. I can’t call it, but whatever kind of trip I’m on letting her jack me off and suck my dick in the house is dangerous, I thought. I had to get this situation under control… and soon.
Chapter 11
