by Mz. Robinson
“Good morning,” she said with a yawn.
“Good morning, baby.” I climbed on top of her, slid down, and spread her legs with my shoulders. Her pretty pussy greeted me with a smile that I couldn’t resist. Flicking my tongue over the hood of her clit, I felt like I might cum just from anticipation. I mentally whispered to my dick to be patient.
I was just preparing to suck and lick my pussy until she came for me when Octavia asked, “Why did you lie to me about your phone call earlier?”
Raising my head, I looked up to find her staring me down with those pretty brown eyes of hers, looking all intense and serious.
“Yeah, I checked your phone,” she said, puckering her lips, “after I figured out your password. What’s up with that anyway?” she asked, still staring at me. “You got something to hide, or was that just so I wouldn’t find out about Alicia?” She fired one question after another. “What if I was up in here with my phone locked? Huh? Suspect, right?”
My first instinct was to ask her why she was going through my shit, but common sense advised me that it would’ve been a mistake. I knew that even if I wasn’t guilty of doing wrong, questioning my wife on why she went through my phone would have been an unintentional admission of guilt. “I’m sorry I lied to you,” I said, “and locking my phone is a habit. I normally keep it locked just in case I lose it. I wanted to tell you about Alicia, but I know how you feel about her,” I said calmly. “And for the record, if your phone was locked, I wouldn’t trip,” I continued. “I trust you.” I left out the part about me knowing all her passwords, and if I even thought another man was hitting my pussy, I would hurt his ass. I was still in position in between her legs, prepared to dive in.
“Um, you can come back up,” she said. “It ain’t even about to go down right now.”
I looked at her pussy again, mentally shaking my head before sitting up in the bed.
“I spoke with Alicia,” she said, sitting up against the headboard.
“And what did she tell you?” I asked.
“That you hooked her up with a job in L.A.,” she said.
I was careful not to show my emotions, but I was smiling on the inside. Octavia can be hell to deal with when she’s got her heart set on finding out some information. I was pleased to hear that Alicia hadn’t cracked, even under pressure that would have made the CIA squeamish. “Yes,” I said, trying to gauge her emotions.
“And why would you do that?” Octavia asked, folding her arms across her breasts.
I couldn’t help staring at her cleavage, admiring how perfect and round her tits were.
“Up here,” she said, snapping her fingers.
I redirected my attention to her eyes. “I did it for Shontay,” I said. “I figured bumping into Alicia and Kiya around town would bring back too many memories, and although Shontay and Alicia have made their peace, they both need a fresh start.” I left out the fact that Alicia and I had dated in high school. It wasn’t important, and it wasn’t going to help my case with Octavia. If I had disclosed my connection to Alicia, it would have opened up a floodgate of questions for which I knew I had no acceptable answers. Considering that Octavia’s concern at that moment was that I had told her a lie, confessing that I went to school with Alicia and that we were more than friends would have caused nothing less than a nuclear disaster.
She rolled her eyes, then exhaled lightly. “I love you for what you did for Shontay, boo,” she continued. “I even love what you did for Alicia, although I feel some kind of way about her.”
“I know,” I said, “but you don’t have to worry about any other women. You’re the only woman I want.”
She smiled brightly. “I better be…and I trust you. I know why you did it,” she added “but lying to me was wrong!”
“I know, baby, and again, I’m sorry.”
“So is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” she asked, lowering her eyes in my direction. “Any other secrets you’d like to share? Rescued a litter of kittens and got them stashed out in the nursery?” she teased. “Huh, Mr. Good Samaritan?”
I pulled her into my arms and stroked her hair gently. “No, baby,” I whispered, holding her tightly. “There are no more secrets I want to share.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
Straddling my lap, Octavia looked at me seductively, causing my dick to instantly jolt upright at attention, like a soldier on the front lines, ready for action. “Good.” She smiled, brushing her lips across mine softly. “But there is something I want to share with you.”
“Oh yeah?” I whispered. “What’s that?”
I watched as she slithered down my body and slid her mouth over and down the head of my rod. The warmth of her tongue and lips against my skin made my dick pulsate. Running my fingers through her hair, I moaned as she licked, sucked, and blew on my dick, causing my toes to curl. Stroking my sac gently with the tips of her fingers, Octavia rolled her tongue over the head of my dick softly. “Feel good?” she asked.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“I bet this feels better,” she whispered, just before taking all of my man in her mouth.
My heart rate increased until my heart felt like it might pound its way right through my ribs and out of my chest. I moaned, trying to resist the urge to thrust my hips upward. I knew if I gave into my urge, I would nut within seconds. The muscles in my thighs and lower stomach tightened as Octavia sucked me until I felt like I would explode. “Baby…” I said, breathing heavily.
Pulling herself up on her knees, Octavia moved her body until her pussy was positioned above my lips. She continued to give me head in a way that would have made a porn star jealous. Spreading her hairless lips open, I inhaled the aroma of her wetness. I wasted no time latching on to her protruding clit. Octavia has the biggest clit I have ever seen and the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted—literally. I sucked her clit with intense pressure while pushing my index finger in and out of her warmth. I felt her body tense up and her legs began to shake. Removing my finger, I dove inside her, tongue-first.
“Damon…” she groaned, arching her back.
I loved the way she said my name. I knew when it left her lips, I was hitting all the right spots at the right time. I pretended the inside of her pussy was a chess board and used my tongue as pieces. I moved from left to right, hitting corner after corner, until her sweet juices dripped down my throat.
“Right there, baby,” she moaned, grinding against my face.
Rolling my tongue, I continued to penetrate her wetness until I felt heat oozing from the source of her pleasure. “Sit on it,” I commanded.
Octavia obeyed my command, easing onto my rock-hard dick. I thrust up and down like a man on a mission as she threw it back. The muscles of her vagina clenched my erection like a python, preparing to devour its prey.
Grabbing her bouncing breast, I squeezed gently. “Shit!” I groaned, as I felt my eruption pushing through my body.
“Mmm…” she moaned as her muscles tightened. The aroma of sex filled the air as she came all over my dick.
I continued to push in and out of her expanding coochie until my cum was shooting up into her wet-wet. “Damnnn!” I groaned, grabbing her hips tightly. “Don’t move. Don’t move.” The sensation going through my body was electrifying and magnificent. Once it subsided what seemed like an eternity later, I released my grip on her hips.
“Whew!” she sighed, laying her head on my chest.
I inhaled, then exhaled slowly, attempting to slow my heart rate.
“You’re the best,” she whispered, kissing my chest softly. “You’re the best.”
Stroking her sweat-soaked hair, I breathed heavily. “You too, baby. You too.”
Chapter 4
Damon
One year later
Riding down Interstate 255, I bobbed my head to the sounds of Trey Songz and Nicki Minaj that were flowing through the speakers of my Bose system. A small smile crept across my face as flashbacks of the early-morning workout Octavia had pro
vided me ran through my mind. There is no better way to start off your morning than with a hot-wet vagina. No, wait: I take that back. There is no better way to start off your day than with a hot-wet vagina that belongs to you and only you. “Today is gonna be a good day,” I declared as I moved with the flow of traffic.
Traffic seemed to move flawlessly. One of the many things I loved about living in a smaller city was that I rarely had to deal with bumper-to-bumper traffic or backups. I was halfway to my office at Nomad Investments when my cell rang. “Hey, baby,” I answered.
“I just wanted to tell you I love you,” Octavia said sweetly.
“I love you too.” I hoped she could sense my smile through the phone. “I always will.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“This morning was—”
“Un-freaking-believable.” She sighed.
“Yes.”
“Round 2 tonight?” she asked.
The thought of it made my nature slowly rise. “I’ll be there with bells on.”
“Umm, bells?” She moaned. “I prefer you naked, but if you’re into Christmas decorations, we can try something new.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “My lil’ freak,” I teased.
“You know it.”
I pulled into the parking lot of my office, then shifted my Benz into park. I smiled when I saw that all five of the spaces reserved for my employees were full; everyone was present and accounted for. It really was going to be a good day.
“Well, sexy, I have to get ready for my interviews,” she said, exhaling.
I had forgotten that it was the day when she was going to be conducting interviews for a nanny for Jasmine. At first I was dead set against bringing a stranger into our home and around our daughter. It was my preference that Octavia stay at home full time, but I’m not selfish. How could I ask her to give up one of the things that made me love her? Her independence. We both agreed that a public daycare was out. We wanted Jasmine to receive one-on-one attention and care, so I finally broke down and agreed to Octavia hiring a nanny. “Let me know how it goes,” I told her. “I love you.”
“I will, baby, and I love you too.”
***
Relaxing in my chair, I stared at the printout of the list of clients we’d acquired in the last six months. Although we were in a recession, the number of people investing their money with us had nearly doubled. I could only chalk it up to people needing something to believe in, something to hope for. They needed to know that better days were on the way. The funny thing about our clients was that not all of them were what most people would consider wealthy. Our clientele included a wide demographic, from engineers to strippers. I took pride in the fact that so many people were investing in their futures, and they were choosing to do it with my company.
“Damon?” Louisa’s voice came through the speaker on the phone.
Louisa had been my assistant since I’d opened the Huntsville branch of Nomad Investments. She was with me clear back when there were only two of us. I loved her because she was efficient and punctual. Octavia loved her because she was old and comforting, like a well-worn quilt.
“Yes, Louisa?”
“You have a call on Line 2,” she said sweetly.
“Thanks, Louisa. You can send them through.” I waited for the buzz indicating that the call had been transferred, and then I answered, “This is Damon.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
I recognized the voice instantly. “No,” I said, reclining in my chair. “How are you, Nadia?”
“Fine, Damon. How are you?” she echoed.
“I’m good.”
“It’s good to hear your voice,” she said sweetly. “It’s been forever.”
“It has been a minute,” I agreed.
“Yep.”
There was an awkward silence on the phone. I knew there was more to her call than she was letting on, something other than a casual hello. Nadia and I had been friends for four years and lovers off and on for two of those years. The two of us had shared several private moments, and I knew Nadia well enough to know when she was holding something back. As it turned out, I was right.
“I’m calling to let you know I’m going to be in Atlanta next week,” she said. “I’m doing a show with Tyler Perry, and I wanted to invite you to check it out.”
“You’re acting now?” I asked. The last time I had spoken with Nadia, she’d been performing with the Alvin Ailey American Dance Company. As a professional ballerina, she’d had the chance to travel and perform in several famous productions across the globe.
“Yes,” she said cheerfully. “I’m actually starring in several plays within the next year.”
“Plays? Really? What about your dancing?”
“I’m taking a break from that for a while,” she said. “There have been some, uh…well, some major changes in my life over the last couple of years, so I decided to explore my career options.”
“Hmm. I never thought I’d hear that from you, Nadia. You’re a great dancer. I was sure you’d be pirouetting till your dying day,” I joked. “What could have possibly happened to change that? Must’ve been something pretty drastic.”
“I fell in love,” she said sweetly.
“In love?” I repeated. “Congratulations, but knowing you the way I do, I never thought the day would come when you would give up your dream for a man.” It was true. When Nadia and I had dated, her dancing came before everything and everyone. Hell, she even had me on a schedule when it came down to her practices and performances.
“This guy’s worth it and then some,” she said, and I could tell she was smiling a sickeningly sweet smile on the other end of the phone. “Besides, I’m not giving up my dream. I’m just putting it on hold for a while.”
I could dig that. I, of all people, know that sometimes we have to sacrifice for love.
“I want you to meet him, Damon.”
That threw me all the way off. Nadia and I were still cool and everything, as far as I knew, but the two of us chilling with our significant others was not something I saw as an option. It didn’t seem like the double-date kind of scenario. “Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Nadia,” I said slowly. “I’m a man, you know, and the last thing I want to do is kick it with one of my woman’s exes.” I have never had to worry about that with Octavia, but even if she had offered, I knew my answer would be “No way!” I have nothing to discuss with a man who used to fuck my lady. Hell, the only reason I befriended Beau before I murdered him was to ensure that he and Octavia’s fling was over.
“Damon, he’s not like that,” she said, attempting to persuade me. “Just do me this favor. You can bring Octavia if you want.”
Like hell I can, I thought to myself. I was 100 percent positive that Octavia had not forgotten the last time she’d seen Nadia. After Octavia and I got engaged, we had a short-term breakup because Beau’s sorry ass sent me a sex tape of the two of them getting it on. Granted, I already knew they’d been together, and the episode had taken place before I’d actually proposed to her, but it still fucked me up seeing her lying on her back, spread-eagle, with Beau nestled all up in between her legs, getting his groove on.
During that temporary breakup, Nadia had come to visit me at my office. The two of us were walking hand and hand out to her car, reminiscing and laughing about some of the times we’d shared. Halfway to the parking lot, Nadia stopped and looked at me. “I had a wonderful time with you last week.” She smiled. “It’s hard to believe it’s over.”
I had taken a trip to Los Angeles a week prior, and I was there to make sure our L.A. office for Nomad Investments was functioning properly. However, while I was there, I made time for Nadia, just as I always did. I wanted to be the first to tell her that I had proposed to Octavia and that I couldn’t see her on the level we had previously been seeing each other. Despite the announcement of my upcoming nuptials, Nadia and I still ended up in bed together. Yes, I’m a provider and a protector, a
man who takes care of his lady, but I am a man, and I’ve never claimed to be perfect. “We both know we’re not going to work out as a couple,” I said to her, as gently as possible.
“We work just fine together…in bed,” she laughed lightly, slightly embarrassed.
“True.” I agreed.
Before I could say another word, Nadia placed her hands around my face and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was short and sweet.
I had been so caught up in my conversation with Nadia that I hadn’t noticed Octavia’s car in the parking lot. It wasn’t until Nadia and I began our stroll again that I noticed Octavia climbing out of her Mercedes. I froze in place as I watched her marching up the sidewalk with her keys in hand. “Octavia!” I said, releasing Nadia’s hand.
“What’s going on here?” my bride-to-be asked, attitude oozing from every pore in her skin.
Pissed as she was, she still looked sexy as fuck. My mind was telling me that the conversation wasn’t going to end well, but my dick kept reminding me that our make-up sex was going to be fire, and believe me when I tell you it was.
“Nadia and I were just—” I tried to explain, but she cut me off.
“Nadia?” she asked. Her eyes darted over to Nadia, and I was sure World War III was going to break out right there on the sidewalk.
Nadia quietly stepped away from me, then extended her hand to Octavia. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said politely.
Octavia stared at Nadia’s hand like she had leeches crawling all over her skin. She then looked at me, and I will never forget the anger I saw blazing in her eyes at that moment. “You didn’t waste much time, did you?” she said sarcastically. Now, this is one of the things that kills me about women. At that moment, she had completely forgotten the reason the two of us were arguing in the first place—her amateur porn tape. All of my fiancée’s creepin’ and lies went out the window the second she thought she’d been replaced by another woman.
“This is not what you think,” I said, stepping toward Octavia.
