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I smacked her ass cheek so hard that my hand stung, and she got wetter.
“You like that shit?” I smacked her again. “Huh?” another smack.
“Yes, baby. Fuck yes.”
Forgetting all about not being a big kisser, I gripped her hair hard enough to pull her head back. Snaking my tongue into her mouth, we exchanged a nasty ass kiss that had her creaming again. Persia was so wet; I was afraid that the condom had broken because she felt just that good.
I slid out of her and inspected the rubber. It was still intact. “Get on your knees,” I commanded.
She did as I asked. Nectar ran down her thighs. When I entered her, Persia buried her face in the pillow, but I still heard every choppy, muffled moan.
“Take your face out the pillow. Let me hear that shit,” I demanded while once again striking her cheek.
Persia’s head lifted, and she grabbed the pillow. “Fuck, Kastian. It’s so big. Oh my gahhhhhhhhhh,” her moans were so sexy, I gritted my teeth together and braced myself for the orgasm that was about to hit.
I stopped moving and let Persia work my dick. She turned all the way up. Shorty threw her ass in a circle while my dick was inside her. She twerked like she was getting paid for it.
“Get this shit,” I growled gripping her waist and slamming in and out of her.
Her pussy muscles gripped me like a vice, and my seeds spilled into the condom as we came together. Fuck that shit was good. As I slid out of her, my eyes landed on the clock on my nightstand. All I cared about was how many more times I could sex her before my time was up.
CHAPTER 11
PERSIA
Two daysafter I spent the day with Kastian, I was at work with a sore coochie and a smile on my face. I hadn’t spoken to him, and that was fine with me. Make no mistake about it, I certainly wanted to have sex with him again, but I wasn’t pressed to see or talk to him every day. My breakup was so fresh, I hadn’t even found the time to have David served with the divorce papers just yet. There was no way I could rush back into anything. I hadn’t had any new clients come in to inquire about buying or selling in the past week, but I had four closings coming up, and I had just signed the lease on my own place. I couldn’t find a house that I liked, so I went with a high-rise condo.
I was far from a virgin. David and I had a very healthy sex life, but Kastian had my ass patting fat ma after I peed. I couldn’t even wipe properly because she was so sore. My thighs were sore as well. Whatever he did to me, I liked it. I had never felt pain that was so good. Getting too caught up with Kastian was the wrong thing to do. Hence the reason I didn’t care that he hadn’t called. I got to spend hours relaxing on the ocean. I also ate delicious food, was gifted a Chanel bag, and got sexed crazy. Shit, I had the time of my life with Kastian.
He was definitely the definition of here for a good time not a long time. One of my realtors, Janet, appeared in my doorway carrying a vase filled with pink roses. “These just came for you,” she smiled.
“Aww those are so pretty. Thank you for bringing them back.”
She placed the vase on my desk, and I was hesitant to read the card. The flowers were gorgeous, but if they were from David, they were going in the trash. I was still legally married but didn’t feel guilty at all about having sex with Kastian. Honestly, I wanted to do it again. And again. I plucked the card from the holder and opened the envelope.
Thank you for an amazing twelve hours. Stay fuck nigga free.
I couldn’t stop the grin from forming on my face if I wanted to. There had to be a picture of Kastian’s face in the dictionary beside the definition for charming.
“Fuck got you smiling so hard?” a familiar voice sliced into my happy moment.
My smile turned upside down immediately as I lifted my head and locked eyes with David. “I know you aren’t in my place of business being rude and disrespectful. You know I don’t play about my business. I’ll call the police before your ignorant ass can blink,” I threatened.
David was breathing like a bull glaring at me like he wanted to lay hands on me. “It’s mighty funny how you left me because I was going to let Kastian have access to you, but I got word that you were at the mall with the nigga carrying Chanel bags and shit. Let me find out those flowers are from him, and you gon’ have to call the police ‘cus I’m gon’ beat the fuck out yo’ ass.”
I drew back. David had never put his hands on me or threatened to do so. He had me fucked up if he thought that was going down. I snatched my desk drawer open and grabbedmy mace. “Play with me if you want to,” I warned. “I’m glad losers don’t have anything better to do than to gossip and bring you information. Too bad those same people couldn’t loan you money when you needed it.”
“You fucked that nigga or something?” David’s hands hung at his side as he balled them into fists. “He put a battery in your back? Just ‘cus you sucked and fucked that nigga and got tricked on doesn’t mean shit. Legally, you’re still my wife.”
With a snort, I waved his comment off. “Trust me, I’m about to head downtown right now and pick up the divorce packet.”
“We have to be separated for a year before we can get a divorce. I’m not signing shit. So like I said, legally, you’re still my wife. I can make your life hell, Persia.”
My eyes narrowed as I glared at David. He had never been handsome to me, but at that very moment, he was uglier than he’d ever been to me. Funny how feelings could literally alter how you saw a person.
“Where was all this masculine energy when Kastian was treating you like a hoe?” I sneered. He was messing with the wrong person if he thought he was simply going to stand in my office and antagonize me. I wasn’t going for it.
David’s nostrils flared. Of course, we’d argued, but we’d never gotten disrespectful toward one another. I was sure he was shocked that I even had it in me. He never did anything too crazy or disrespected me, so I returned the energy. He was in my office acting like a dumb ass, and I was going to meet him right where he was at.
