Page 72 of Intercept My Heart

“I can’t take it!” Sunny’s legs trembled after cumming for the third time.

“Yes, you can, mama. Let me get two more, and I promise I’ll let you rest,” I reasoned with her legs perched on my shoulders. This position allowed me to dig deeper than any other one. I wanted her to feel me in her fucking soul.

“Why are you fucking me like this?”

“I’m just tryna make you feel good, baby. You gon’ keep cummin’ for me, Sunny? Cum on this dick, baby. I’ve been missing your pretty ass for so fucking long.” I slowly pumped into her, enjoying the way her pussy curved to my length.

“Damn, that’s it, mamas. You’re doing so fucking good, taking this dick.” I groaned. It took everything in me not to cum prematurely, but I needed her too badly to waste a single second. Leaning down, I gripped her throat while her mouth hung open. Her eyes were rolling back, and the sight was so fucking sexy. Sunny’s moans mixed in with the music, sounding like background voices.

“Is this still my pussy, Sunny? Huh?” I questioned, pounding into her hard and deep.

“Yes! Oh gawd, yes. It’s always been yours.” She squealed. I was so gone off her that I wouldn’t have cared if she was lying or not. In my mind, she would always be mine, and no other man would be able to handle her body or heart the way I did.

“I’m about to cum!”

“Let me have it. Wet my shit up, Sunny baby.”

My strokes never let up, and I could feel my own nut rising. I never bothered to pull out. Instead, I allowed her muscles to milk me dry while holding her legs in my hands. Her juices soaked through the sheets as she lay here limp. I still hadn’t removed myself from her womb, and to be honest, I didn’t want to.

We had been fucking and making love for the last two hours with no breaks. The twins would be coming home soon, so we would have to wrap it up. However, Sunny had become my new addiction, and I couldn’t get enough of her. My dick got hard from the thought of her. Being in her presence only heightened my need for her. Since the night of her party, I had been waiting for another opportunity to make love to her. It had gotten so bad that I had been fucking Harper like crazy trying to get the same feeling that I got from Sunny. It never worked, which irritated me even more.

I might sound like an asshole, but Harper couldn’t get my dick hard the way Sunny could. She wasn’t freaky, so there weren’t many positions she was willing to try. Even when we fucked bitches together, she would let me fuck the other women in every position she never wanted to do while she sucked on their titties or rode their faces. With Sunny, the passion was out of this world. When it came to her, I felt selfish because I would never be okay with sharing her with anyone. She belonged to me and only me.

“We have to get cleaned up. The boys will be home soon, and I don’t want them to see you coming out of my room.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m some random ass nigga or something.” I frowned, then pulled my limp dick out of her.

“Well, no. However, I don’t want it to look bad either. They are building a relationship with you, but I don’t know how they would feel if they knew we were having sex.”

“Are we supposed to sneak around our kids? Make me understand how this works.”

“I don’t really know. To be honest, I haven’t given it much thought. We’re two adults who are enjoying each other’s company. It doesn’t need to get any more complicated than that.” Now, I was offended, even though I had no right to be, but it seemed like she was trying to brush me off like we were fuck buddies or some shit.

“I can see the look on your face, and before you get mad, hear me out. You’ve missed a lot of time with them that you are making up for. While I am their mother, they may feel slighted if they think something is going on between us. Besides, we don’t even know what this is, so it would be unwise to let them in on it. Moolah has forgiven you once, but if things go bad between us, he may not extend the same grace.” She made a good point about how protective he was over her. Still, I didn’t like hearing it.

“Come on. Let’s take a shower before they come.” I still needed to run outside and grab my bag, so I led her to the bathroom before heading out of the door. I dragged my hand down my beard once I got back inside because I had fucked up big time. My wedding was six months away, yet the only person on my mind was Sunny. She had reclaimed her spot in the deepest parts of my mind. What made it even more messed up was the fact that I didn’t want to change it. Being around her made me feel like this was the place I was supposed to be all along.

I wasn’t even torn about who I wanted because my heart fell right back into place with her. My problem was that I was in too deep. Harper had been planning this wedding since last year; how was I going to walk into our home and tell her that I couldn’t marry her anymore? And even if I did that, would Sunny even want to be with me? The way she spoke upstairs made me feel insecure about my place in her life. Maybe I was moving too fastand allowing my emotions to make decisions for me. I had no solid answers, but I needed to get to the bottom of things before I blew my fucking life up.

“These stuffedFrench toasts are so good!” Tamia moaned while taking another bite of her food. We were having a late brunch with a few other friends.

“They are the bomb. I’ve tried to get mine to look like this when I cook them at home, but they never taste remotely close. Maybe I need to go flirt with one of the cooks and see if he’ll give me the recipe,” Laiti said. We all laughed because she would really do it. Laiti was the biggest flirt, but when it came to actually dating, she would run for the hills.

“You’re crazy. Then, when you break that man’s heart, we’ll never be allowed back in here,” I jested. She and Tamia were worse than men when it came to dating. Neither of them trusted a soul.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. I have been known to break a few hearts, and I really like this place.”

“What are we doing, y’all? We’re all fine, smart, and successful, yet here we are in our thirties, and we’re still single. What are we doing wrong?” I questioned. The desire to be married had been looming over me since my birthday. It was like I came to the realization that I had everything I wanted except love.

“Well, I can’t speak for you, but Micah’s father did a number on me. I wasted six years in that relationship only for him to cheat on me and have a baby with another woman. Every time I think I’m ready for a new relationship, I remember how clueless I was when he played in my face. I never want to feel like that again,” Laiti admitted.

“Well, we’ve already had this discussion, and my stance hasn’t changed. These men aren’t looking for love; they want a domesticated version of their mother. I refuse to get into a relationship only to become someone’s servant. The last man I tried to take seriously wanted me to quit my job so I could be a human breeder, and I’m not okay with that. If I have to lose myself and the things that matter most to me in order for us to work, then I would rather be by myself.” I nodded, understanding exactly where she was coming from.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m delusional, but I want the kind of love you see in the fairy tales. The boys are getting older, and pretty soon, they will be off to college and doing their own thing. I don’t want to be all alone in the house with no love life.”

“Well, the biggest issue is your baby daddy. You’re never going to find the love of your life when your coochie keeps finding its way in your baby daddy’s mouth or on his dick.” My jaw dropped, and I buried my face in my hands.

“Tamia!”

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