ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“I’m pregnant.” I said not even them the chance to get to their climax. He still had his hands around her waist she still had his dick inside of her. They stayed frozen like that.
“You are my baby’s daddy Hunter.” I added with a sigh, one wild night, one freaking will night and now I am pregnant for this… this… this guy.
“I don’t need this shit right now.” The bitch that was riding on him said as she moved away from him and hurried to get into her clothes. She walked out the door making sure to hit me on my left shoulder as she moved.
“Bitch.” She said looking me straight in the eyes before she continued moving. Normal me would have said something back, normal me would have probably pulled her back by those her braids fed her with series of blows and then dared her to repeat that word but I have changed now, I am about to become a mother, Damn! I have to be mature, I guess that means no more fighting, bitching and whoring around for me anymore.
I watched Hunter as he stood up as if to chase after the bitch and then sat back down after swiftly wear his pants back on.
“What the fuck man!” He yelled.
“I just thought I should let you know, you don’t have to be my baby’s dad or anything, I just wanted you to know so you can make that choice by yourself.” I said in a voice that was close to a whisper. Of course I want him to be my baby’s dad, of course I want him to be there of all our baby’s major moments; first step, first word, first day of school, high school graduation, college graduation, all of that but I can’t force him to be a dad, it’s not like it is something he wants right now.
“You wanna keep it?” He asked looking surprised, looking at me like I had gone crazy or something.
I nodded. I can’t bear the thought of letting go of my kid, I know it’s had a not even been up to a month but I already feel connected to my kid.
“Well if you wanna keep it then that’s on you, you better not be banging on my door demanding child support because I know that’s what hoes like you do!” he yelled. I flinched.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment and never come back!” He yelled again pushing me out the door.
I don’t understand why I am feeling this way, I don’t understand why my throat suddenly feels clogged, why I can’t stop the tears from falling down from my eyes, why his words hurt a lot more than I had thought it would. I had expected him to act this way so why do I feel surprised by all this? I guess a part of me had been delusional enough to imagine that everything would go well, that we would somehow become the happy family that I never had, the happy family I had always craved for.
When I got into my car, my eyes were already completely swollen and red from crying so much but I couldn’t stop.
I tried calling my sister but it went straight to voicemail.
“Yara, I really need you. Please call me when you get this.” I said into the phone and sent the voicemail.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“I wonder how tight your pussy is, I guess I would just have to fuck you and find out.” Desmond said, he traced my lips with his finger. I know I shouldn’t but I felt myself starting to get wet.
“I wonder how big your dick is, I guess I would just have to find out.” I replied flirtatiously as I ran my hand around the bulge in his trouser, it felt hard and firm, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to feel his hard cock in my mouth.
I pushed him to the chair near by, unzipped his trouser and went to work on his dick. His dick felt good in my mouth, so good.
I felt him start to relax into the rhythm, I heard his small sounds of pleasure and I smiled to myself.
“Enough of that, I want to taste you.” He said suddenly. He made his way down my body with kisses, making sure to take his time with it. His tongue made circles around my clit, I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping me, he continued eating me out like it was what he was born to do, fuck! It felt so good! Better than anything else!
I held on to him as his tongue glided in and out of me, as he sucked on my clits and simultaneously starting fingering me, I felt the pleasure starting to build up, I knew I was going to cum anytime soon, I tried to move away from him but he held me in place and so I came right there on his face.
He continued eating me out like nothing had just happened, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please stop.” I said in between moans. He ignored me, to be honest I’m not even sure I want him to stop but a part of me feels guilty for cheating on Raphael and that guilt is starting to override my needs for sexual gratification.
“Stop!” I yelled. He stopped and moved a few inches away from me.
“This isn’t right…you have to leave.” I said.
“Please.” I added in a throaty whisper. He had a frown on his face as he walked to the door.
“I still want to know how tight that pussy is.” He said with a smirk before walking out the door. I could not help but smile. He is crazyyy.
I still had that stupid smile on my face when a text from Raphael came in.
*Nobody ever lives to tell the tale after they cheat on me Yara* the text read. Two words. I’m fucked!