Page 52 of Tension

I fucked up.

Luckily, the allegations never went anywhere, and most people knew she was lying. There was proof of the cheating, but not the abuse.”

“So that’s the girl who broke your heart and made you the hoe you are today, huh?” she asked.

“Nah, I wouldn’t say broke my heart. I just didn’t want a relationship. And I never wanted to hurt someone so bad again that they’d attack my character.”

“The way you talk to some of those women you’re with… I’m surprised you can keep getting them.”

I laughed because, yes, when she’s around, I’ll dismiss anyone.

“I'm very friendly with women. But when you’re around, I can’t help but give you all of my attention.” I grabbed her hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed it gently while I drove.

I felt Chris moving. She unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Did I do good at the restaurant, baby?” she asked, now on her knees in her seat, facing me. Her voice was low, seductive.

I glanced at her, already knowing what she wanted. A nigga had been laying it on thick today, not shying away from the fact that I wanted her. Chris wasn’t quite ready, but this was the best way for her to get those emotions out.

“You did so good, Honey. I’m so proud of you.” I told her.

I placed my hand on her hip, rubbing up and down her booty. She shivered, visibly affected by my touch.

She leaned over, hand on my dick as she whispered in my ear. “You've also been good today. Can I show you how much I appreciate you?”

Before I could answer, her hands were unbuckling my pants, and my dick was out, in her mouth, and down her throat. It's like she was saving the spit in her mouth, already so wet and warm. I swerved slightly but got back right.

“Come on, baby, focus,” she said.

She pushed my dick to the back of her throat and rubbed the back of her tongue against the tip. Never pulling me out of her mouth, but somehow moving my dick in and out of her throat.

I moaned her name, keeping my eyes on the road. She took that as encouragement, releasing me from her mouth, letting the spit collect on her hand at the base of my dick. Then she went back in, pushing me to the back, slow at first, taking her time as she sped up.

“Fuck!” I lifted my hand under her dress.

She opened her legs for me.

I could hear her pussy lips separate; she was already so wet. I sank my two fingers inside of her, moving them in and out, thumb pressed against her ass hole, and she moaned on my dick.

I made it to her lot and parked the car.

I grabbed the back of her head. “Move your hand.”

She did, giving me full control. I pushed her head down on my dick, listening to the sloppy sounds of her mouth on me and her mumbling as I slid my thumb down to her pussy to collect her wetness, then back up to slip just the tip into her ass. She whined, helping me push deeper into her mouth as I moved my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She tightened, then released on my fingers.

She moaned on my dick but didn't stop moving with my hand guiding her up and down.

“I'm about to nut,” I warned her.

She didn’t stop moving, just nodded in approval.

“You gonna swallow this nut, Honeydew?”

“Mmuhm,” she mumbled on my dick, and that was all I needed.

CHRIS

Work dragged on forever. Charts blurred together, and the steady beep of machines settled into a maddening rhythm. Still, I couldn’t stop smiling. Not completely.