Page 36 of Read the Room

I learned during our first night that she was flexible thanks to some shit called a reformer that she had in her house that she used for Pilates. My baby said she couldn’t afford the classes, so she saved her money for a reformer and used YouTube videos and books to use it. Because of the size of it, she wasn’t able to pack it in her SUV when she tried to flee. That was cool because I had one delivered a week after we had sex for the first time and put in the fourth bedroom that had minimal furniture.

I aligned myself up with her pretty pussy hole. My hand smacked her ass.

“Stop doing that shit, Tsireya.”

Her ass did this thing where she could lock up her entry to her pussy. Like, the head couldn’t get the hell in. Oh, and if she let you in, the vice grip could stop a dick mid-stroke. I felt like I had to start doing dick ups.

“I thought you were going to make me pay for my free will. When does that start?”

One of her hands left her ankle, reached back between her legs, and grabbed my nuts. The top of my body leaned to the side to see how the fuck she did the shit.

“Bet. Remember you asked for this shit.”

I pushed past her pussy lock like the world’s greatest locksmith and went to work on ransacking the inside of her uterus. The cost of her free will was her endometrium, ostium uteri, cervix, myometrium, and I tapped on the fundus of her uterus as a fuckin’ tip. Guess what, though? Her ass still wasn’t fuckin’ going.

A Very Little Time Later…

Never negotiate after your woman has sucked the sense out of you.That was the worst time for Reya to ask me for a second time about her mother. I was steadfast at breakfast and in the shower about the no that I gave her during those times. The next morning, I woke up to her gargling my nuts. Most women wokeyou up with your dick in their mouth if that was their thing. No, my baby lifted my dick and went straight for my nuts first.

This woman that looked like a sensible, quiet, introverted, innocent soul was far more than that. She was sexual as hell. I wasn’t sure how she went for two years without sexual intercourse, but I was happy that she did. I wouldn’t want anyone else getting the benefit of her. Not just the sex, but the love, the care—just her.

Tsireya and I were at a restaurant in Uptown Charlotte waiting for her mother to arrive. It was the gargling of my nuts that helped get me to the decision to come with her when she met with her mother. I went from not wanting her to go to accompanying her.

My baby would never admit her excitement about this meeting. Every little girl needed her mother and father for that matter. When she told me what happened with her mother, I was furious. Oh, and that nigga Logan? I got something for his ass.

Reya’s knee knocked mine under the booth.

“Baby, it’s going to be fine.”

My hand went to her knee to stop it, and my lips went to her temple. My eyes fell on a woman who was the older version of my baby.

“Tsireya?”

Her voice was soft and motherly, which was comical based on the research I did on Lakeisha. She smiled when Reya stood up.

“Oh, you are so beautiful.”

Reya’s body stiffened when her mother’s arms wrapped around her. I glanced at the booth that was two back and across from us where Joey and Ethan sat. Both of them shook their heads. They knew about Reya’s past with her mother. This lady was doing way too much.

Reya didn’t respond until she was out of her mother’s arms. “Hey, Lakeisha. How are you?”

Her head jerked backward. “Lakeisha? What happened to Mama?”

The bridge of Reya’s nose scrunched. “I’ve never called you Mama. You told me not to when I was five.” They had a brief stare down before Reya turned her body toward me. I stood up before she spoke. “This is Lo.”

I extended my hand. “Her husband. How are you doing, Miss Robinson?” Yeah, fuck what she thought.

“Oh, okay.” Lakeisha placed her hand on her chest. “I didn’t know you were in a relationship.”

I tilted my head. “She’s not in a relationship. She’s married.”

I didn’t like the bitch. I wasn’t going to like the bitch. There it was. That dot in her eyes told me that she didn’t like my ass either. Our common ground was found.

“Okay. Well, let’s sit down so we can talk and eat,” Lakeisha suggested.

We did that. The waitress came over to grab Lakeisha’s drink order and food. We had already put our orders in because her ass was twenty minutes late.

“How have things been going for you, Lakeisha?”

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