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“Fuck” He grunted as he strokes become more erratic. “I’m finna nut. Can I cum in this pussy? Tell me to fill this pussy up?”
“Cum in this pussy baby.” I moaned not caring about anything but feeling Marlo coating my walls.
One last deep stroke and Marlo spayed his warm nut inside of my pussy.I was fucked.
Chapter 27
Marlo Wattson
“Hold ya fuckin’ legs back,” I grunted plunging my dick inside of Solana. Watching her coat my dick with her creamy cum as she came was one of my favorite sights to see.
I spent the entire weekend buried inside of Solana’s walls. The only thing that could pull me from her were my kids. I did miss waking up to Mason and Mallory. I did plan on going back to the crib tonight. Prayerful, I’d be able to keep my cool, but the thought of Fallon still pissed me off too much to be around her. The way she was all over the nigga spoke volumes. She’d fucked him, that was obvious. I wasn’t even tripping; she could pop that old rancid pussy on whoever she wanted. My issue was her sitting in my mutha fuckin’ face lying like she was running game on a nigga. Fallon could have been left me if she wanted a new dick to fuck on her. By all means she could do her but that fake shit I couldn’t get behind.
I hated to be the nigga but after seeing Fallon all over her boss made me question what else she’d been hiding. That little nagging feeling about Baxton not being mine kept ringing in my head. As soon as I woke up this morning I called a DNA testing center to set up an appointment for us to get tested. I had to know if he was mine or not. I be damned if Fallon plays a nigga like a goofy again. I wasn’t even sure how I felt about the possibility of Braxton not being mine. I cared for him and despite how I’d been feeling I still took care of him as if he was mine. But the way I felt for Mason and Mallory wasn’t comparable. I felt fucked up for not having the same feelings for Braxton. The doubts that lingered were getting the best of and once I knew the truth I would be able to move accordingly.
More than anything I was pissed because I was denying myself of who I really wanted. I was trying to be as considerate of Fallon’s feelings before I called it quits between us. Clearly our time had ended outside of fucking we didn’t click. Not that we ever did but the sex wasn’t enough for me anymore. Apparentlyit wasn’t enough for her either cause she was out here popping her pussy for her boss like it was a sport. It was cool, I think I was more salty that I’d been missing out on experiencing Solana fully. I guess I couldn’t be excessively mad at Fallon cause now that I knew how she was moving I didn’t have to hold back on how I was feeling anymore.
I was on Solana’s ass, and I had no plans of giving her any space. I’d given her too much for her to have time to talk to another nigga and go on a date. Unlike Fallon I knew Solana seeking another niggas attention was because she couldn’t have me the way she wanted me. Solana had my full attention, and I had every intention of making sure she knew it.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I pulled my dick out nutting all over her pussy. I had been trying to make a better effort in not nutting inside of Solana. I wanted to fuck with her the long way but right now a baby wasn’t what neither one of us needed.
“I’m going to be so behind because of you,” Solana breathlessly said throwing her arm across her face.
I admired her as she was sprawled out on her couch in her skoolie. She looked good as fuck. Her brown skin was glowing, her round melon sized titties slowly peeked out the top of her shirt as they rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her chocolate nipples were still standing at attention and the beautiful silk folds were glistening covered with both our cum. Solana looked sexy as fuck and I was debating if we had time for another round. My dick twitching thinking about sliding back inside our new favorite place.
“Absolutely not,” Solana said sitting up with a slight frown.
“What?” I played stupid giving her a lopsided grin.
“I see how you looking. My coochie needs a break. You haven’t let up off me since Friday. Please, keep your dick to yourself.”
“I can’t help it you got some good ass pussy. Really it’s ya fault I can’t keep my dick to myself.”
“You sound crazy as you look,” Solana said, shaking her head at me as she stood up then stretched her arms and arching her back, letting out a yawn. “Where are my pants? I gotta wash up before I get back to work.”
“Here,” I said after I grabbed her Black dress pants off the sink across from us.
“Where…” Solana started to say something when my phone started ringing on the counter behind us.
Turning around I picked my phone up and saw it was Fallon calling again. If she didn’t have my kids I would have ignored her ass, but I had to make sure my kids were straight.
“Yeah,” I said as soon as I picked the phone up, putting it on speaker phone. There wasn’t shit for me to hide from Solana. She could hear whatever Fallon had to say to me. I’d already told her about Fallon.
“This is getting out of control Marlo. You need to come home so we can talk.” Fallon replied in an aggravated tone.
“The kids good?” I nonchalantly asked Fallon I was ready to hang up the phone already. Fallon’s voice was irking the fuck outta me.
“Yes, but what about me? I’m sure you ran and fucked that bitch at your job as get back. It’s time for you to come home. We’re even and the girls miss you.”
“I’ll be by there tonight.” I ignored everything Fallon was talking about. A nigga woulda fucked her sister if I wanted get back.
“I’m so-” Fallon started to speak but I hung up on her dumb ass.
Solana blew out a hard breath as she tried to bump past me. Frowning at her sudden mood change I grabbed her arm stopping her from going into her bathroom. “What’s ya problem?” I asked confused as fuck.
“Nothing. Just go back home to your little family and leave me alone.” Solana defensively replied as she mugged me.
“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”
