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I knew it felt good to him, judging by his heavy breathing. I was willing to go to drastic lengths for this dick, whenever I was giving him head. If I had to cut off my airway to get his entire dick down my throat, and possibly pass out because I couldn’t breathe, then I was down for the cause. Even right now, my eyes were watery as hell because I kept trying to fully stuff him inside of my mouth, knowing that he wasn’t working with the average sized dick.

“Shit. Damn. I could never take that from you. Head game is phenomenal. You know how to handle that dick,” he talked to me, as I continued putting in work. My pussy was so wet, that I swear it hurt. I needed to get fucked and feel that dick inside of me right now.

“Sevyn, pull the car over. This shit hurts,” I said, taking the dick out of my mouth, so that I could talk. He looked up at me, and I knew that he still felt like I wasn’t deserving of that dick, but I watched as he merged all the way over to the shoulder lane, pulling over on the side of the highway.

The second that I saw that I’d got my way, I moved fast before he fucked around and changed his mind. I quickly removed the dress that I was wearing, throwing it to the floor, and the only undergarments that I had on was a black thong, that I quickly ripped off, and I climbed into his lap. As I wasclimbing, he had his hand on the button for the seat, extending the seat all the way back, giving me more room.

His eyes were on me, watching my every move. He lifted his hands, placing them behind his head, as if he was going to chill, and just relax while I rode that dick. I didn’t even mind. I just wanted to bring myself to at least two orgasms, and then I could get off him.

I put my right hand around the shaft of his dick, rubbing the head up and down my wet pussy, and I sat myself down on it, moaning, crying, and my body jerking as it entered inside of me.

“At least I know that shit you be talking about going out, and fuckin another nigga just be bullshit. This pussy hasn’t been touched, Ya. She feel exactly how the fuck I left her. Ride my shit nasty as fuck. You got me pulled over on the side of the road, on the fuckin highway. This better be the best dick riding session I ever had in my life. Come on,” he coached me. My legs were spread open for him, hands were planted on his chest, and I was slamming my ass aggressively into that dick, knowing for a fact that the car was shaking.

“Fucccccckkkkkkkk!” I screeched so loud because he started pumping up under, and I really felt that dick. I was so embarrassed at how loud he had me moaning, mixed with how wet my pussy was, so I dropped my head.

“Nah. Lift that motha fucka up. Be bold about your shit. A tear gone fall too, and when it do, don’t wipe that shit either. I’m in you good, Ya. Straight pressure. That pussy about to do something. Do it. Show me what you trying to do,” he talked to me.

“I’m…. oh…. That… I’m cummingggggg,” I moaned, stumbling in my words, not really knowing what the hell I should say. After I came, I tried to move, but this man sat up, got a hold of my arms, put them behind my back, and he started straight drilling into me. I had to crash my head into hisshoulder, where I was biting him, moaning, getting my pussy beat down in a way that should have been against the law.

“I wish the fuck I would pull out this motha fucka. Play silly games…win silly prizes, so let me nut in it,” he talked to me. I was so gone off that dick, that I could give two fucks what he was talking about. I started cumming again for the second time, and when I did, I could feel him milking me with his warm nut. It’s been a while since I felt that. The feeling of him dumping in me was amazing, so I leaned in, kissing, sucking, and biting on his neck, moaning through the end of my release, and during his.

I eventually pulled my head away. Law threw his back against the seat and he looked at me.

“You too easy. I can only imagine the hoes you been fuckin,” I blurted out. That good dick had me talking crazy.

“It’s the fact that I know you don’t even believe that. If you truly believed that I was out here, wilding like that, fuckin all kinds of hoes, you wouldn’t let me go in you without a rubber. Part of the reason why we always beefing is because you like saying stupid shit,” he said. I was still on a high, so I didn’t have the words for him. I kept quiet.

Law used to keep wipes in his car back in the day because we’ve had so many episodes like this one, where he would pull the car over, and we would fuck in the most random places, so the wipes would come in handy. He didn’t have wipes, but he did have napkins, so I used what I could to wipe myself off, and when I finished, I helped to wipe his dick off, and I climbed over, getting back in the seat.

I was able to put my dress back on, but I didn’t put the heels on. Once Law had himself together, he merged back onto the highway like nothing happened, and we drove in silence. I wanted to tell him to stop, and get me a Plan B, but I knew he wouldn’t do it, which is why I was already on theGoPuffapp, adding one to my cart, so that someone could come out tonight,and bring me one. I wasn’t on birth control, and he came in me hard. My ass was ovulating tonight too, which explained how hot and bothered I had been. A baby was the last thing that the two of us needed on top of our issues. Then, after losing my daughter, I probably would never want another baby again because I would be too afraid that that would happen another time.

When Law invited himself to dinner with me tonight, I had been so hell bent against him going because for days, I had been saying how I was in heat. We just finished doing tonight what I had been scared all along of us doing. Even with us being separated, I hated how much I couldn’t control myself when it came to this man.

Chapter Thirteen

SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD

I was walking out of court. Today was the first day that my client Justin had to go before the judge. Before we’d gotten into the courtroom, I had to have a few pep talks with him because he was freaking out, scared to go before the judge. He was afraid of those big boy charges that he could possibly be looking at. If I wasn’t there to give him that pep talk, and if his grandma hadn’t come to pray over this entire situation, I really believe that his young ass would have passed out.

I felt like we had a good day in court today though. I had good shit that I was able to present towards the judge. I thank God that Justin had been smart in all of this, so with access to his phone, I played altercations in court of arguing disputes between his mom, and her boyfriend. He had video footage of her bruises throughout the time that she’s been dealing with him. I had Justin’s grandma take the stand, and a couple of his high school teachers because I needed the courtroom to see that Justin was a good kid, and all he was trying to do was defend his mother. The key person to this case was his mama, and her ass had showed up to court, just like she was legally obligated to. She got up there, and she told the truth about everything. Sad thing is, I don’t think she chose to tell the truth because she wastrying to help her son. If anything, I think she only cooperated, and told the truth because she was afraid of going to jail for lying under oath. There was a few parts where I felt like she was trying to protect her boyfriend, saying how he wasn’t abusive, and how they would both be over there, putting hands on each other.

The prosecutors had something to argue in retaliation towards every argument that we had though. When the footage of the arguments were shown in court, of course, they came back, wanting to know why Justin hadn’t just called the cops, instead of recording it. The biggest thing they were trying to throw out was how this wasn’t a self-defense case, and how it was self- retaliation on Justin’s part, wanting to get his mom’s boyfriend back for all the times that he’d put his hands on her. A lot of back and forth shit today, but my hope was strong in this case, and I kept my promise to Justin, letting him know that I was going to get him out of this shit. This was only day one of it. We would meet back in a couple of more weeks, and hopefully that would be the end of it, and he could go home.

Now that court was over, I was heading back into the office. My days have been busy as hell lately. Taking on this case with Reggie, it was heavy, but I knew that I could handle it. I met with Reggie for the first time a few days ago, and he had so much wisdom. I remember Yaya telling me how smart he was, and how he could articulate himself well. Looking into his brown eyes, he reminded me a lot of myself. I’ve always been a smart kid, but I would hang around a bunch of niggas that I didn’t have any business hanging around with. The only difference between me, and Reggie was that I never fell victim to wanting to fit in or be a part of shit that I knew would land my ass in trouble.

In high school, I could be chilling with my friends, and they could start talking about breaking into a nigga’s house, or car, and once them niggas started talking like that, I would move the fuck around and get from around that. It didn’t have anything todo with me being scared either because that was the last thing that I was. Growing up, having Dutch raise me, I’ve witnessed a lot of his homeboys be killed for being in the streets, taking shit that didn’t belong to them, or just being stupid. I also witnessed them niggas getting locked up, looking at football numbers, so since I was a child, I just knew that that was something that I never wanted to be a part of.

This shit with Reggie was going to be tough. It was going to be long, and stressful than a motha fucka, but I looked him in his eyes, told him that I had him, and I was going to do all that I could, so that he could come home, and be a father to the baby that he had on the way.

I pulled back up to my office building about fifteen minutes later. Upon parking my car, I noticed that there was a yellow Ferrari Spider parked in the lot. The only nigga that I knew that was getting a lot of money, and that was bold to push that bright ass car because he felt like he was untouchable was Dutch. Crazy how he popped up on me at the office like this because I had just been thinking about this nigga, and how I hadn’t talked to him in a couple of weeks. Ever since I went down to the facility to check on my mama, he has been off and on taking up space in my mind. I had no idea why my mama kept telling me to watch him, but I’ve been thinking about it lately. She’s often told me times before in the past to watch him, but I wouldn’t dwell on that shit like how I was dwelling on it now.

I parked my car in the spot that was right in front of the sign that read, ‘Reserved for S. Crawford’.As a black man, born and raised in Miami, every day that shit is a humbling feeling to pull up to my place of business, seeing that reserved sign out front for me. It was just a reminder of all the hard work that I’d put in. Seeing this lot, filled with other luxury cars that belonged to the associates of my firm, was also a good feeling because all theattorneys that worked for my firm were certified big dogs. They handled their business in this industry, and I loved that shit.

I stepped out of the car, grabbing my briefcase, along with my phone. I locked the doors behind myself and headed for the glass building. The second I walked in, I could see Dutch, and he was standing right in front of the desk, where my assistant, Tionna was. He was leaned over, talking to her, while Tionna was too busy typing away something on the desktop, not paying his ass any attention.

Every time he came down here, he was always trying to holla at Tionna, but she wouldn’t budge for him. Tionna was a good girl, and I’m sure she knew all about Dutch, and his bad reputation with women. He was a dog. Even at his big age, this nigga had no thoughts of getting married. Still to this day, I was surprised that he managed to slip up and have a son because since I was a little boy, I just always remember him preaching about strapping up, so that he didn’t have to be a daddy.

“Man, leave her alone. The last few times that you came down here, trying to talk to her, she wasn’t trying to give you any play. What makes you think that shit would be different today?” I asked him in a joking way, as I walked over to where he was.

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