Page 105 of Own It

Kasia refused to live in the same vicinity as Tarin, so I had to put her in another area.

It was after eight p.m. at this point, so I knew my kids were asleep. Using my key, I entered the home to see Tarin on the couch with a glass of wine. I said ‘what’s up’ to her ass as I descended onto the couch.

“Hey, baby daddy.” Tarin set her big ass wineglass down and hopped into my lap, robe purposely open enough so I could get a glimpse of her supple breasts.

“Sit over there for a second.” I moved her to the side of me, making her roll her eyes and scoop her glass back up. “Why the fuck you send that picture to Kasia?”

“Because she thought you were her man, and I had to let her know that you’re not.” She snickered into her glass, making me snatch it. “Jojo, what the fuck!” Her eyes were brimming with shock once she peeped the dark purple substance staining her pink robe.

“I thought I explained to you that you and Kasia didn’t have shit to talk about. Secondly, I told yo’ ass that’s where I was trying to be on some serious shit.”

“Okay, well why are you still fucking me then?”

We just stared at one another while her eyebrow hiked. I had no response or answer to that shit, making me fall back against the couch, exhausted and filled with aggravation.

I knew Kasia told me this was my last fucking chance, but I hoped she was just talking like in the past. I would leave her ass alone tonight, but first thing in the morning, I would be hitting her line.

“Fuck.” I ran a hand down my face.

“I’m sorry.” Tarin scooted closer to me, tossing her leg across my lap. “Let me make it better.” She reached to unbuckle my jeans, but I stopped her.

Again, we shared lingering eye contact, and as stressed I was, I needed a release. Freeing her wrist from my grasp, I sank back as she took my semi-erect dick into her mouth, seemingly with no gag reflexes.

Tarin’s head game was wild, and she had the pussy to match. I didn’t know how the fuck I was gon’ break away from this good shit when I had to see her due to our kids. And just being with Tarin wasn’t gon’ happen. She was toxic, she stressed me the fuck out, and outside of her sex game, I didn’t truly like shit she had going on.

She was lazy, ghetto—but not the good kind—and her whole thought process left much to be desired. She had no goals and didn’t wanna work, yet wasn’t even a top-of-the-line mother despite it being all she had to do all fucking day.

She wasn’t bad, I wouldn’t put that on her, but she should’ve been going overboard since she didn’t work and infrequently cooked. She even had maids to clean. I funded her whole lifestyle and even gave her ass an allowance, so other than sitting on her ass, she had no excuse not to be president of the PTA or some shit.

Kasia’s sex was just as good as Tarin’s, if not better, but she wanted too much from a nigga. It was too fucking strict over there.

“Hold up,” I told Tarin when she got ready to mount me. Pulling a condom from my wallet, I tore the shit open before dressing my shaft.

“Why do you keep using condoms? I told you I’m on birth control now.” Tarin scoffed.

“Shut up,” I replied, tugging her closer to line my dick up with her opening.

Two kids with Tarin was already too many, and I’d be damned if I had a third with her ass.

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THE NEXT MORNING . . .

I listened as my kids shouted and laughed from the front of the house while Tarin cooked some shit up. I could smell the bacon and buttery pancakes even through the door, and it had my stomach growling already. I was thankful this was one of the rare mornings Tarin felt like putting on her chef hat.

Climbing out of the bed, I went to peek my head into the kitchen, grinning when JJ and Julianna lit up at the sight of me.

“Daddy!” They shouted in unison, rushing me as Tarin smirked softly, keeping her eyes on the bacon frying in the skillet.

“I thought I heard y’all in here,” I joked, scooping my baby girl up first to kiss her plump cheeks.

Placing her down, I rubbed my son’s head before pecking his temple.

“You gonna eat, Daddy?” JJ inquired, looking up at me.

“I am.” I bobbed my head, smiling down at him. “Y’all go sit down, and I will be back in a second,” I instructed. I hated not having all my fucking kids under one roof and with one woman, but this was the bed I’d made. I tried to spend all my free time either at Kasia’s with Divine or Tarin’s with Josias Jr. and Julianna, but that feeling of inadequacy always crept in no matter whose home I was in, because either one or two of my kids were without me for the day. “Good morning,” I spoke dryly to Tarin, not even sticking around to see if she replied.

Entering the master bedroom, I padded to the en suite then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with mouthwash. I hopped into the shower to clean up, then grabbed something to wear from the small amount of shit I left here at Tarin’s.