Preaching to the Choir

by Royce, Camryn

  He loved how he always had to force himself all the way inside of her tightness, and he loved how she always shivered and came as soon as he did. Reaching down with one hand, he grabbed her throat as his other hand gripped her right ass cheek tightly. He slammed into her fast and rough, just the way they both liked it.

  “I’m cumming again!” she half squealed, half-whispered as her walls became even tighter around his rod.

  Michael suddenly seen stars as his whole body tightened, his explosion so powerful he almost fell backwards. He slowly stroked her for a few minutes as his penis grew softer inside of her. Only then did he release his grip on her throat and ass. He stayed inside of her, enjoying how they fit together like lock and key.

  “She’s not awake yet.” Michael said as he pulled Milan off of the stairs and led her to the couch in the living room.

  After she turned the baby monitor on, Michael yanked her out of the skin tight dress and devoured her breasts one at a time. Milan moaned as she ripped open his button down shirt and pulled up his undershirt. She loved his rock hard chest, and after he stood to undress completely, she left nail marks all across it as he bit into her neck roughly.

  “Ride this dick for daddy.” He demanded as he sat down on the couch and pulled her on top of him.

  Milan obliged, easing down onto him slowly as he gripped her ass with both hands, guiding her at the speed he preferred. Just as Milan felt her climax coming yet again, Maddie’s cries blared out over the baby monitor suddenly. She went to climb off of Michael but he wrapped both arms around her and held her in a bear hug.

  “Shhh, give me a second to make you cum first, and then I’ll go get the baby for you.” He said gruffly before biting her neck and pumping into her quickly and ferociously.

  Milan closed her eyes and opened her mouth as he stroked her so fast she came almost instantly. Michael then laid her on the couch, turned off the baby monitor, and sucked her clit the way he knew she liked. She shook and moaned loudly as her orgasm intensified.

  With a smile, Michael quickly redressed and went to tend to their daughter. Milan lay there with shaky legs, knowing that no other man could ever satisfy her the way her husband did. They were a perfect match.

  * * *

  Alana was right. After missing her period two weeks later, Alana knew Michael had achieved his goal. She sat on the king-sized bed in the room she and Michael shared and cried. She cried because Michael controlled her every move. She cried because Michaela gave her such a hard time. She cried because she had no desire to keep the baby that was now inside of her against her will. But more than anything, Alana cried because she regretted letting her life get this way.

  “Mom!” Michaela shrieked from the doorway, snapping Alana out of her thoughts.

  “Yes, daughter?” Alana replied as Michaela toddled up to her.

  Michaela signed “eat” with her hands, part of the sign language Michael insisted she learn. Alana climbed off of the bed and scooped up her child, heading for the kitchen. As she made her way through the living room, she heard a faint buzzing sound. Stopping for a moment and causing Michaela to become impatient, Alana listened again. There it was.

  Following her ear, Alana found the source of the buzzing: one of Michael’s three cell phones lay on the all glass coffee table, vibrating. Against her better judgment, Alana picked up the phone as it stopped vibrating. Her hands began shaking as she read the name of the person the phone was alerting her she’d missed a call from. Milan. The chick from the doctor’s office.

  Alana’s arms became weak and she knew if she didn’t sit down soon, her and Michaela would be on the floor.

  “Mommmm!” her child whined, signing “eat” over and over.

  “Okay baby, give mommy a second.” Alana said breathlessly as she sank onto the sofa, staring blankly.

  Her throat was so dry she couldn’t have spit on Michael if he was on fire. Not that she would, now that she knew for a fact her child’s father and Madison’s father were one in the same. Not only did she look just like him, she had his last name. Michael’s narcissistic ass wouldn’t have it any other way. Lucky for Alana, though, it was a red flag that she knew would lead to her catching him playing house with another woman.

  If Milan was anything like her, she would call another one of his other phones until she got an answer. That is, if she was special enough to know he had more than one number. Either way, Alana couldn’t risk it. With shaky hands, she selected Milan’s number and prepared to call her back. Before she could, the phone vibrated again, this time with a text message alert.

  Alana scooped her increasingly impatient child up with one arm as she stood and opened the text message with her other hand. It was from Milan.

  “Babe, I know you’re busy with work but Maddie and I just called to tell you we love you and can’t wait for you to get back. Call me when you can.” Alana read aloud as she set Michaela on the kitchen floor and began to fix her a midday snack.

  As she scrolled up to read the other messages, she could see that Milan had sent similar texts over the course of the past few months, starting around the time when Michael got this new phone.

  Slamming the iPhone on the counter, Alana was blinded by fury as she cut up a hot dog into bite-size pieces and put her child in her high chair. While Michaela busied herself with hot dogs and a piece of string cheese, Alana chewed on her thumbnail, debating on calling Milan and making herself known.

  Instead, Alana decided not to say anything. Even though she had rock-solid proof that Michael was not only cheating on her, but the father of this other woman's child, she knew there was no arguing with Michael. She simply had to leave.

  * * *

  “Hey love, sorry I’m late.” Michael said cheerfully as he walked through the living room into the kitchen.

  Milan stood from her seat at the bar style countertop and turned to face him, her arms folded. Michael leaned in to kiss her lips only to have her turn away.

  “I’m not that late.” He said, setting his briefcase down on the counter.

  “Da-da!” Madison squealed happily from her high chair.

  Milan shook her head and went over to the stove to check the food as Michael scooped his daughter up into his arms.

  “Hi princess!” he cooed before kissing her face. “Since when do I get the silent treatment from my wife?” he asked, walking up behind Milan as she stirred the seafood gumbo she was making.

  “Since you decided to start lying to me again. I called the church this morning, Michael. You weren’t there.” She simply said, slamming the spoon down and turning to face him. “So where were you?”

  Michael shook his head and set Madison back down in her chair.

  “I was at the doctor’s office with Alana. I told you she’s pregnant again, Mimi. I gotta be there for her.”

  She rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air, walking over to the refrigerator.

  “So you couldn’t tell me that you were taking her to the doctor?”

  Retrieving a bottle of wine, she walked back to the counter and poured herself a glass as Michael watched.

  “You know, it was your constant drinking that pushed me into her arms in the first place.” He said, watching as she guzzled down a glass before pouring another.

  “Don’t you dare make excuses for the fact that you cheated on me! Because you made that choice!” she shouted, startling Maddie into tears. “If you’re so ashamed of who you really are, then quit playing both sides of the fence and go be with her, Pastor Matthews.” She spat, snatching her bottle of wine and turning to walk out of the kitchen. “Oh wait, that’s right…” she said, turning back around as he comforted Maddie. “…she has no idea about the church does she? She thinks your own car dealerships or some shit, right?” she asked, chuckling. “Whatever, Michael.”

  “You trippin’ tonight I see.” He said, following her to the living room.

  Milan said nothing as she sat down on the couch and poured herself a third gl
ass.

  “Mi-Mi, you need to chill with all that drinking. We’ve talked about Alana more than once already, so what’s this really about?”

  “Do you know how hard it was for me to look at the love child you made with her?” she asked, her eyes welling up with tears as she turned in her seat to face him.

  “What are you talking about?” he asked, seemingly confused.

  “The same doctor’s office, Michael? Really?! Why would you send me to the doctor’s office your bastard child goes to?”

  “Hey, watch your mouth.”

  “Fuck you.” She spat. “I was wondering why you wanted me to drive two hours for a damn check-up.”

  Michael snatched her up by the wrists, his angry face within an inch of her defiant one.

  “In case you’ve been too drunk to notice, our daughter isn’t right. I sent you there to see the best doctor in the state. I forgot Alana was taking Michaela the same day, and for that, I apologize, but I’m not going to allow you to talk about my daughter that way.”

  Milan just stared into his eyes with hostility, saying nothing. He finally spoke.

  “Why is this coming up now? You took Maddie to the doctor the other day. Not to mention, we had a fantastic night when I came home yesterday…so why is this coming up now? Because you’re feeling a little liquid courage?”

  “We were supposed to have our first child together, Mike.” She said softly, pulling away from his grip and picking Maddie up from where she stood next to her father. “…and she might not be right to you, but she’s perfect to me.”

  Michael watched silently as she walked away with his beautiful daughter in her arms, his heart breaking. With a heavy sigh, he walked off down the hall towards his study, having to prepare his sermons for the Sunday morning service.

  “…and now I’m going to ask everyone to open their Bibles to Hebrews, chapter 13, verse 4. And it says, “Let marriage be honorable among all, and the marriage bed be without defilement, for God will judge fornicators and adulterers.”

  Milan flared her nostrils as she sat in front of her husband while he preached to the congregation about marriage and adultery. She smirked a little, thinking he couldn’t be serious. There’s no way he could stand before all ten thousand of these people and preach something he wasn’t living himself. Maddie began to fuss a little, and Milan rocked her back and forth slowly, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Michael.

  “What an ass.” She thought to herself. “I wonder what all of these good church folk would think if they knew the real you.”

  “Preach!” Sister Bertha Johnson called out from the pew directly behind her. Milan rolled her eyes, becoming more and more agitated as everyone shouted in agreement.

  Maddie squirmed and began to cry loudly, causing Michael to make eye contact with Milan. He hated to be interrupted during his sermon, even if it was by his own child. Milan got up and left in a hurry, Madison wailing the entire way.

  As she pushed through the stained glass double doors that led to the lobby, she ran smack into Alana, almost dropping Madison in the process.

  “What...hi!” Milan said, trying to fake a smile.

  Alana stood there silently, holding Michaela’s hand.

  “What are you doing here? Where’s Michael?”

  Madison continued crying, causing Milan to panic.

  “Listen, I’m here with my husband. You need to leave.” She said, bouncing Madison on her hip impatiently.

  Alana’s eyes were watery, and she was staring at Madison.

  “You called his phone.” She whispered, wiping a stray tear off of her cheek.

  “Excuse me?” Milan said, shifting her weight.

  Alana picked up her daughter and turned to leave.

  “I know you’re fucking my man. You can have his ass.” She said loudly over her shoulder.

  “Whoa, hold up. I’m not fucking anyone’s man but my own, sweetie.” Milan said, following Alana towards the door. “Michael isn’t here.”

  “Bullshit.” She said as she pushed the door open.

  Milan rolled her eyes, becoming impatient.

  “Listen, if I was you, I’d get on up outta here. I’m pretty sure that whoever your man is, he wouldn’t appreciate you storming up in a church talking shit to a married woman.”

  Alana turned to face her with a look of disgust.

  “How can you stand there protecting that bastard? Look at our children! Don’t you see it?”

  As much as Milan felt sorry for the younger girl, she felt sorry for herself more.

  “Okay, look…I’ve known Michael my entire life, and we’ve been together since we were 14 years old. That’s 16 years, Alana. I’m sorry to tell you this, but he didn’t cheat on you, he cheated on me.”

  Alana look horrified, her mouth falling open as tears fell simultaneously.

  “What did you just say?”

  Milan shook her head, turning to go back inside.

  “Listen, don’t come here anymore. Trust me, you know I’m telling you that to help you.”

  * * *

  Alana’s knuckles were ghostly white as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, blinded by a mixture of hurt and anger. How could Michael do this to Michaela and me? How could Milan be so calm and nonchalant about it? she asked herself 1000 questions as she drove the two hours back to the home she shared with Michael.

  Looking in her rearview mirror at Michaela fast asleep, Alana began to cry all over again. Her daughter was so beautiful, and it was hard to believe that she’d originally wanted an abortion. Although her father was a scumbag, Alana couldn’t imagine life without Michaela Faith.

  Focusing her attention back to the road, Alana began plotting her next moves. Tracking Michael down had been easy with the help of the Find My iPhone app, and she could use that to her advantage. She was going to hurt him just as bad as he had hurt her. She was only 17 when she met him…

  She had just wrapped up another 3 hours at the public library, something she did after school every day. She was determined to keep her 4.2 G.P.A, especially during her tough senior year. As she was gathering her books and completed homework assignments, a tall, chocolate man who was a spitting image of Lance Gross approached her.

  "Can I help you with some of those books?" he asked, politely and articulately.

  Alana declined his offer and walked away. As she walked out of the door and down the steps of the library, the same man stopped her again. She rolled her eyes and became annoyed by his presence.

  “Look, I've got to get home. Is there something I can help you with?" Alana said exasperatedly.

  "I wanted to tell you that you are the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen...and I was wondering if I could know your name?" the man said. After she gave him a cold stare, he sighed. "C’mon baby girl, all I want is your name. Mine is Michael Anthony Matthews II. I'm 26, a Leo, no kids, I don't drink or smoke, and I live alone. See? Now you know all that about me and all I want is your name."

  Alana couldn't resist smiling at his charming demeanor.

  "My name is Alana Walker, and I'm 17."

  He smiled.

  "Wow! Alana Walker, and she’s 17! God bless America!" he shouted, causing Alana to laugh. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Okay, I know I said that's all I wanted, but I lied. I also want you to call me, and be my girl. Can you do that?"

  Alana hesitated.

  "Okay, Mr. Matthews, I'll take your number...but that's it. I'm not promising I'll call."

  Michael hung his head playfully.

  "Damn. At least you honest...Well, here." He handed her a slip of paper. "If you decide to be Mrs. Michael Matthews, this is where you start. Goodbye for now beautiful..." He backed up slowly, watching Alana smile and walk away.

  He got into his Charger and started to pull off. He watched the beautiful young girl walk down the street and decided he must have her.

  Alana walked along, holding her books to her chest, smiling. No man at her school had ever shown any inte
rest in her, so she was feeling better than ever. For once, she had something other than her schoolwork to think about. She then noticed that a smooth black Charger was driving along next to her as she walked. Finally, she stopped and so did the car. The window rolled down and Michael's handsome face appeared. She put her hand on her hip and gave him a look.

  "Sorry, I want one more thing...can I give you a ride? PLEASE? C'mon ma, you got me begging, get in!"

  Alana checked his ride out. It was pretty fly. She got in, and Michael gave her a big hug. He is so silly, she thought to herself, but so intelligent and proper at the same time. Before she got out, Michael grabbed her hand and asked her the question that made her decide she was definitely going to call.

  "Alana, how much land does a man need?" He caressed her hand as his soulful eyes drilled into hers.

  She stared right back and smiled.

  "Enough to bury him in. Leo Tolstoy."

  "Damn...wifey on the way! Girl, you are going to be my wife one day, I kid you not!"

  Alana laughed and got out of the car. A funny, handsome young man who knew a little about English Literature was definitely a plus in Alana's book. Later that night, as she lay in her bed, she decided to give Michael a ring.

  A few months later Alana was on Cloud 9. Since giving Michael a call, they had been talking a lot, and she felt like she was ready for her parents to meet him. They were kind of old-fashioned and didn't like their only daughter to date, but Alana hoped they would allow her to date Michael.

  When she first told her mom she had someone she wanted to bring home, her mom was okay with it. However, when Alana mentioned his name was Michael Matthews and he was 26, her mom turned ghostly pale.

  "Alana, I want you to stop seeing him. All the men in his family are cold-hearted and abusive." her mom said seriously.

  "Mom! Are you serious? I'm not going to stop seeing him! I love him, and what's more, we're going to get married!"

  "Over my dead body!" her father's booming voice exclaimed from the next room.