Page 156 of Own It

We kissed feverishly as he tugged my shirt over my head, immediately taking one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his touch seemed to be heightened because of my hormones, pressuring me to call out in ecstasy.

“Mm.” I moaned when he switched to the other, groping my ass roughly.

I was so horny that I’d lost all common sense, shoving his shirt upward, to which he allowed.

No words were exchanged as we stripped one another down, never forgetting to flush our lips together whenever we got the chance. I was leaking like a broken pipe by the time he put me onto my back on the couch.

“Fuck, you wet.” He groaned, swiping the thick head of his dick between my folds. And every time he brushed against my clit, it felt like a small river flowing from my opening.

“Condom, Mylo,” I reminded him, and he paused, snatching his joggers from the floor to fish out his wallet.

Like a professional, he tore it open and sheathed his long, healthy sized dick with it before getting back into position, placing my legs in the nooks of his muscular, tattoo covered arms.

I sniveled, biting down on my lip as he began to prod my opening, pushing himself inside.

“Fuck.” He moaned sexily, capturing my mouth with his as he sank deeper inside of me.

There was a subtle pain mixed with the pleasure as Mylo plunged in and out of me at a moderate pace. Nails digging into his strong back, I cooed against his mouth as I felt my orgasm rise within me like a tidal wave.

His dick splashing around in my wetness was audible, seemingly eclipsing the volume of the TV show we’d somewhat been indulging in. Locking my ankles behind him, I gave him more access to my walls, coaxing a grunt and moan from his supple lips.

“Oh my gosh!” I called out, creaming down his thick shaft as he sucked on my neck.

Mylo began to pound me, rendering me speechless as he fucked the shit out of me. I couldn’t think about anything else but how good this felt and how I was on the verge of another orgasm.

“Baby, I’m ’bout to nut. Fuck.” His pumps quickened with less space in between as I throbbed around him from cumming.

His frame tightened just before he growled lowly, finishing right after me.

We lay there kissing measuredly while Mylo’s hands caressed and grasped at my bare body.

As I came down from my high, feeling him inside of me, I was suddenly awash with guilt.

“Get up.” I shoved at his broad chest. When he was too slow to move or react, I pushed at him a little rougher.

Catching on, Mylo ceased peppering kisses along my collarbone and retracted from me before climbing off my body.

Sitting up as best as I could, legs trembling wildly, I shook my head at myself.

Something was wrong with me. I was just here wishing Zaire hadn’t died, and not even a moment later, I was fucking his brother’s friend. Though I’d fucked Mylo once before and prior to Zaire, this was different. Not to mention I was pregnant with another man’s child.

“You good?” Mylo leaned over to kiss my face, but I moved just in time. And though I wasn’t looking at him, I could sense that he felt shunned by the halt in his movements.

“I need you to go.” I refused to look his way, making the moment awkward.

Mylo caught on and made a move to steer my face toward him via my chin, but I snatched away from him, keeping my eyes on my feet.

“Téa, I apologize if a nigga misread this shit. I guess I assumed you wanted to fuck. I ain’t in the business of taking advantage of women.”

“I asked you to leave, and I want you to do it right now.” I gripped the edges of the couch as I kept my eyes pinned to the floor.

Mylo stayed put and silent for a moment, then stood to carefully remove the filled condom. He ventured off to the bathroom, snatching his clothing up from the floor en route.

I waited impatiently for him to reemerge, feeling sick to my stomach for a lot of reasons. What man would want a woman that moved the way I did? And no matter how much Mylo acted like he liked me, he probably made his way over here for a guaranteed fuck. I knew men who did that shit all the time.

He returned from the bathroom, and the only reason I knew was because his cologne had engulfed the room like usual.

“Let me know if you need anything, Téa, and like I said, I apologize if I misread shit.” He tugged on my front door and left as I stayed in the same position I’d been in since we finished fucking.