“Somebody’s baby, my kids, stopped me from committing a double murder that night.”
Jaylin was looking at me with a frown on his face. “No man or woman is worth taking you from your kids. You need to think about that shit before you jump stupid next time. No man is going to leave his wife for a woman who lets him fuck her in the backseat of a car in a parking lot.”
“That’s not the point. I just don’t understand. I do everything for this man. I cook. I clean. I wash. I keep those kids attached to my hip all day so he can relax.”
“Men don’t think about all of that shit. Were you fucking him every day? Men want pussy. Give a man some good pussy and he’s happy. You have an abundance of good pussy. Were you giving him any?”
“He never went without sex. Even when I didn’t feel like it, he got it. Some of you motherfuckers are just selfish. Guess my pussy just wasn’t good enough.”
He moved his head from side to side. “Not about it being good enough.”
“Well, what the fuck is it about?” I asked, pounding my fist on my leg. “Please help me understand!”
We didn’t say anything for a while, and I guess Jaylin really didn’t have an answer.
“He’s with her now,” I said. “They’re in LA together.”
“Does she work with him?”
“No.”
I wiped the tear away that fell down my face. He turned sideways to look at me. “Are you crying?”
“No, my eyes are leaking. What reason would I have to cry? It is what it is right? Men will be men.”
Each of our minds must have drifted off somewhere because neither one of us said anything after that. The room was dark, except for the floodlights lining the floor. My phone vibrated in the pocket of the robe I had on. It was my mother.
“Yes,” I answered.
She told me my husband kept calling wanting to know if I was okay and alive. Told her I was. She asked what was going on between me and my husband. I lied, telling her everything was fine. She told me the kids were fine and were eating. She asked me where I was and I told her. She didn’t say anything after that and hung up on me. To my family, my husband could do no wrong. I placed the phone back in the pocket of the robe, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. Fell asleep with leaky eyes and a heavy heart.
The phone vibrating in my pocket jerked me awake. It took me a minute to realize I wasn’t home in my bed. I sat straight up and then fell back against the pillows. It was three o’clock in the morning. I shook Jaylin to wake him. After the third try, he woke up.
“What time does your flight leave?” I asked.
“Seven-thirty,” he groaned, still sounding sleepy.
“You want me to drop you off?”
He nodded and closed his eyes. I got up and went to the bathroom. After I was done there, I was going to climb over him and back into the bed. Didn’t quite work that way. I tried to climb over him and he grabbed a handful of my titties. I laughed out loud.
“Thought you were sleeping.”
“I was until you put your titties in my face. You have big, round fucking titties. Surprised they sit up like that. These tits real?”
“Hell, yeah, they are real!”
He continued to examine them with his hands. “Why are they all fluffy?”
“Fluffy?”
“Yeah. Got Milk?”
I laughed again. He pushed the robe off of my shoulders and gripped my waist.
“What size are these?” he asked.
“Thirty-six double D, sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Yeah, depending on the time of the month.”
He pulled me down and wrapped his mouth around the right one, then the left one. He had a way of making my nipples hard enough to hurt. I felt his dick move under my ass and remembered my pussy was sore. That didn’t stop me though. I slid down and removed the towel from his waist. Took his dick that I had named Oscar into my grasp and then inserted it into my mouth. Moved my tongue from the end of his shaft, back up to his head and closed my mouth around his whole head, taking him to the back of my throat. Made my throat and my mouth as wet as possible. Moved both my hands up and down in swivel motions, turning my head at different angles. Did that until I felt his head swell and his hands gripped both sides of my hair. He pulled me up and on top of him. I moved up and let him push his way inside of me. I don’t know what he hit, but it made me stop taking him all in. He held me in place and pushed me all the way down on it. He told me to take that, take that like his name was Diddy. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Oh, wowwww,” was all I could say. I may have thought I knew how to ride a dick before now, but I was sadly mistaken. What worked for the average dick, didn’t work for this one. This big dick bandit was a killer. Took me a minute, but I got it. I rode that dick like a motorbike. I was used to automatics. His dick was a stick shift. I had to switch gears to keep up. I was catching the worst cramp in both my legs but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I grinded and winded on his dick like my ass had springs attached to it.
“I guess this makes you a slut, huh?” he asked.
I knew his reason for asking. So I just smiled and kept moving.
“No. Wait. I think you call it a whore bag slut monkey,” he said, correcting himself and smiling.
“Yeah, and it makes you a man whore.”
Quicker than quick, he had me on my back. He pushed my left knee all the way behind my head and fucked me hard. His hips pounded against me as he moved in and out of me with primitive force. He then moved my right knee to match the left one. I wasn’t prepared for that shit and tried backing away a bit. Didn’t work. He had my ass on lock and I could feel him in my stomach. My back was arched, and my head and back, lifted from the mattress. The short strokes were killing me, but the long, hard strokes were bringing me back. When he pulled out and moved his mouth down to replace his dick, I quit. I tried tapping out over and over and over and over. His whole mouth covered my pussy as his tongue sucked on my clit. I screamed and tried to move his head. You would have thought I was having an asthma attack with the way I was carrying on. He moved back up and back inside of me. The orgasms that I had, caused me to hyperventilate.
“I quit,” I said to him.
“Bullshit!”
He pulled me closer to him and used his hands to lift my ass and spread my ass cheeks so he could get deeper.
“Oh my fucking God! I quit!”
I don’t know what spot he had found, but that shit was driving me mad. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. He snatched it away and drove deeper into me. By the time he let me go, I didn’t even know my own damn name. I was delusional and incoherent. I was down for the count.
He woke me up two hours later.
“Come on. Get up. I like to get to the airport early.”
It was 5:00 a.m. I got dressed quickly. I didn’t put my underwear back on. Stuffed them into my purse with my phone. I helped him to make sure he didn’t forget anything, grabbed my keys and we left. On the way to the airport, Jaylin fired me as his personal assistant. I laughed. He actually handed me a pink slip and a white envelope. I had no idea what was in the envelope. I stuffed them in my purse. Thirty minutes later, we sat at the airport. I was nervous. My husband would be landing soon. Jaylin waited with me, as I waited for his flight to arrive.
He came to sit beside me. I sat quietly while he talked on the phone. He moved to the other side of the room, when his conversation got heated. Almost forty-five minutes later, my temperature went hot when I saw my husband. She was walking a few paces behind him. She was a halfa. She was half black and half Puerto Rican. A halfa. Her short shorts caused men to eye fuck her as she walked. Her body was that of a video vixen. I saw her eyeball Jaylin and he turned to look at me as if to ask if it was her. I nodded. He didn’t look impressed. She almost ran into my husband she was staring at Jaylin so hard. She followed his eyes to me. She looked from me to him and from him to me. She wrapp
ed her arms around my husband from behind and tried to kiss his ear. My hand went to my purse and I panicked. I went to grab my gun, but it was gone. I looked over at Jaylin and he was shaking his head. He must have taken my gun. I stood when she tapped my husband and pointed to me. He then pretended as if he didn’t know her and came directly for me. When he got to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tiptoed and gave him the best public display of affection ever invented. I gave him the sloppiest kiss I could. Stuck my tongue all the way down his throat. When I was done, I looked around my husband and Jaylin looked disgusted. Not because I had kissed my husband in front of him, but because during those forty-five minutes that I waited for my husband’s plane to arrive, I followed Jaylin into the men’s restroom. I dropped down on my knees in one of the stalls and gave him some of the best head in the game, and this time, I received my swallow-ship. I let him release his seed into mouth, and out of spite, I used my tongue and washed his seed around my mouth and swallowed it. I didn’t wash my mouth off or rinse it out. I turned to pick up my purse and waved bye to Jaylin. I smiled at my husband and we walked out to my car. I helped him out of his suit jacket, took his briefcase, and opened his door for him. I popped the trunk and slid his briefcase in. I walked around to the driver side and slid my ass onto the plush leather seat. Now . . . you can judge me.
The End
Book Club Meeting
The ladies clapped and laughed out loudly. Even if you wanted to judge Nicole, you couldn’t. Her husband had it coming and it seemed like she had gotten the revenge that she needed. Been there, done that. Revenge became the subject at hand, and for a while we talked about how so many women were frustrated with Jaylin because they saw him as their own significant others. They wanted him to be Mr. Right, but he just wasn’t there yet.
“I kind of got this love/hate thing for Jaylin,” Nicole said. “More so love, because he’s willing to tell you the truth, even though it may hurt. He knew that I was having some issues with my husband, and I had much anger pent up inside of me. Lord knows I was so happy to release it, and from the moment that I saw Jaylin, I knew he would help me release all that I was feeling inside.”
“What about you and your husband, Nicole? Where do things stand with the two of you right now?” someone asked.
“All I’m going to say is it’s a work in progress. I don’t know what the future holds, but we’re working on our marriage.”
“That’s all you can do,” another woman said. “But, I have a question for you and some of the other women that were intimate with Jaylin. If his dick is as painful as you all make it out to be, then why continue? I think Tonja was the only one willing to call a time-out, but Nicole you really seem like you got battered and bruised. Breasts and all.”
So many laughed, even Nicole. “I don’t know how I can say this without sounding so nasty, but when the ‘D’ is that good, you will yourself to muster the pain. I don’t know about the others, but I wasn’t willing to pack it up anytime soon.”
All of the ladies who had told their stories agreed, adding that you never let that kind of goodness go to waste.
After their comments, one woman gave her input, “What I want to see is growth in Jaylin. He’s still doing some of the same things that he’s done since forever. At some point, a person has to grow the hell up and act like they got some sense. He’s not a young adult anymore and my only hope is that when Jaylin’s World: Dare to live in It! hits the stores, we don’t read about a man who is still selfish and only thinks of himself. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Jaylin Rogers, but I’m pulling for him to show me that he’s capable of getting his life together. I think Nicole said it best when she said it’s time to leave the cesspool, Miss Scorpio Valentino, alone.”
There wasn’t a person in the room who wasn’t hoping for Jaylin to make some major changes in his life, but many debated if he should remain with his wife Nokea, Scorpio or with no one. I knew the answer, but in the room the verdict wasn’t in yet. I spoke up, “I can’t say right now, but we all have to wait and see. My struggles with writing this story was accepting the fact that, sometimes, people don’t progress as we may want them to. Making changes in your life is easier said than done, and was there ever a designated age where people just wake up and say . . . okay, today is the day that I grow up and know better? No, there isn’t, simply because people show progression on their own time, not when others want them to. Yes, the older we get, the wiser, but that doesn’t apply to all. I know people in their 40’s, 50’s, 60’s . . . still clowning. Still cheating, still playing games and still not ready to settle down. I refuse to knock those people, because part of that is reality. With Jaylin, again, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
The conversation continued, and by now, it was getting pretty deep. The room was so loud and no one could hear what anyone else was saying. I was doing my best to calm the noise, but to no avail. Then, the moment of truth came and my ongoing worries about this moment hit me like a ton of bricks. The double doors to the entrance flew open, and in came a settle breeze that quickly cooled things down. Not only that, but Jaylin’s presence had silenced the entire room. No one was moving, no one said one word. Not me, not him, not one single lady. All eyes were on him and I didn’t have to tell anyone what kind of suit, shoes or watch he wore, as you already knew. I didn’t have to say how his hair was styled or the way he sported his goatee—it was on display. The mention of his nine- plus inches was embedded into many brains, so there was no need to stare at the bulge in his pants. His cologne was already filling the room, so no need to ask what kind it was. Yes, there he was, standing in the flesh, leaving us all frozen in time and still speechless.
Somebody . . . anybody, say something, please, I thought. Maybe it should be me, but as soon as I got ready to open my mouth, several women stood and there was a rush towards the double doors. I couldn’t even see Jaylin anymore, and as the entire room cleared out, the doors shut behind the last lady who had left a shoe behind.
I sighed, even though I expected something like this to happen. “Thanks for coming,” I said, hearing my echo. “Had a lot of fun and can’t wait to meet again next year.”
Yeah, I was talking to myself, but oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time. I gathered my things to go and left plenty of books, T-shirts and other goodies on the tables, just in case some of the women returned. As I was folding some of the T-shirts, the door came open. Jaylin came inside with part of his torn shirt pulled from his pants, lipstick on his cheeks, and for the first time, his hair out of whack.
“Gotta love your readers,” he said, walking down the middle aisle.
“Yes, I do, but I don’t know what to say about you Jaylin. I heard some stories today that just blew me away. I hope and pray that you’ve stopped being Naughty, because people are getting into my shit about your actions.”
He smiled, obviously loving every bit of it. “But they still love me, though. No matter what, we’re all going out together and most will appreciate my changes.”
I shrugged, always skeptical about believing him. “I hope so. And what’s with this James Bond thing you got going on? It’s like you’re on some kind of mission and why are you having sex with so many women? That dick of yours has to be worn out and I’m surprised you didn’t hurt yourself after all of that sex.”
Jaylin softly snickered and touched his goatee. “I still have plenty of juice left in me, and you know better than anyone how much I love pussy. Each woman that I was with brought something different to the party and I don’t regret being with any of them.”
I couldn’t help but ask. “Well, what about Nokea? Scorpio . . . the kids?”
“Kids are good, but pertaining to the women in my life . . . I have some work to do.”
“You got that right. So please get back on that plane and go home to Nokea to make things right. You got us hanging in limbo, and even I’m confused about where to turn.”
“Ay, you’re the writer, so I go wherever you wa
nt me to go.”
“No, I go where you take me.”
“Then, I’m taking you with me. A hotel, across the street—just the way it used to be, all right? While the other women told their stories, you did tell your story, too, didn’t you?”
I snatched up Naughty One and flipped through the pages. “Excuse me, but I’ve been telling the story for years. The women know who I am, so no need to reiterate it.”
His brows rose. “You sure about that?”
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