Page 23 of I Need It

“Christian… fuuuuuuck. Please don’t stop.”

His mouth went to my earlobe, and he bit it then moaned in my ear. “Yo’ pussy so damn juicy, girl.”

He slid his tongue from the base of my neck back to my earlobe as I detonated on his fingers. “Oh shit!”

He flicked my clit back and forth, making my body spasm. When my orgasm started to dwindle, he pulled his fingers from my underwear and brought them straight to his mouth. He sucked his fingers like he was sampling the most decadent chocolate he’d ever tasted.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “This some good shit, Mya,” he said in a low voice.

It was like that muthafucka dropped an entire octave. That didn’t do anything for my libido. Even after experiencing my orgasm, there was nothing I wanted more than to feel him inside of me. I stared into his eyes then pulled my shirt over my head. When I did, he grabbed my thick hair and pulled my head backward.

“You so fucking sexy, but you know I can’t get in that pussy right now. Unless you want me to penetrate yo’ asshole, I would suggest you put your shirt back on. Either that, or I’m gonna have to leave. I don’t wanna leave, baby.”

“We don’t have to wait two weeks.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Ain’t that what the doctor said?”

“Yes, but?—”

“No buts. I’ll get at you next time.”

I poked my lip out and pulled my shirt back over my head. “Christian,” I whispered. “I need it.”

“Mm hmm. I need that shit too, but I’d rather wait until the doctor release you from the restrictions. Once I dip in, I ain’t gon’ wanna stop. As juicy as yo’ shit is, I won’t be able to do without it for long periods of time.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I laid my head against him, wanting to beg for the dick. This was crazy. Before I could get comfortable against him, my phone rang. I realized it was still on the floor by the door.

“I got it.” He stood and walked over to pick it up. He glanced at the screen and said, “It’s Janson.”

“Answer it.”

His brows lifted, but he did as I said, answering it on speaker. “Yeah, what’s up?”

It was quiet for a moment, then Janson said, “Uhh… is Mya available?”

Christian never even glanced at me. I supposed he knew if I told him to answer the phone then I didn’t care what the hell he said to that nigga.

“Naw, she ain’t. Who is this?”

“Can you tell her Janson called?”

“You wanna leave more of a message than that?”

“Naw. Who is this?”

“Her man.”

“Ain’t no way. She told you she was pregnant with my baby?”

“She told me she was pregnant, but that the father was a bitch ass nigga that wouldn’t claim his child. So I guess that was you then. Care to elaborate?”

I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing as Christian stared at me with a smile on his face. Apparently, he was enjoying himself.

“Man, I wasn’t the only nigga she was sleeping with. I just wanna see if we can get a paternity test done. We can go to a clinic here that will do it as soon as ten weeks gestation.”

Christian stared at me, and I nodded. It was like I knew he was asking me if it was okay to tell him the truth.

“Well, you a lil too late. She lost the baby almost two weeks ago. That should be convenient for you. Don’t call this number no more.”

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