Page 6 of The Love Dealer

Groaning, I considered his request. Looking down at myself, I sighed at the sight of the torn, oversized shirt I had on that was covered with Trinity’s spilled food. Did I feel like changing just to take a picture? It was bad enough my hair was pulled up into a messy bun and I didn’t have any makeup on. I couldn’t remember the last time I put forth effort with my appearance, but I didn’t have a reason to. It wasn’t like I was going out, and Nick was so disinterested I didn’t bother trying to look nice for him.

Bre Simmons: I’m not comfortable taking full body pictures anymore Zo. I’m fat now ??

Alonso Jackson: Stop playing. The only thing fat about you is that pussy.

His comment got a loud laugh out of me. I would send him a picture just because of that. Quickly going to my closet, I grabbed a cotton maxi dress that I’d gotten from Skims to clean up in and tossed that on. After taking three pictures, I sent them all to him. I saw the moment he looked, but he didn’t reply right away, and that made me feel bad. Yes, I knew there were women who would kill to have my body, but I hadn’t gotten used to it yet. I was used to being small all my life.

Before my late twenties, I was a size zero. By thirty, I was a four. Nick had me eating out like crazy for our date nights and I went up a size, then Trin took me over.

When I got the notification that Zo had replied, I was scared to look.

Alonso Jackson: You thick as hell now Sabrina. Damn. My dick just got hard as hell.

Bre Simmons: ??

Bre Simmons: You really like what you see?

Alonso Jackson: Hell yeah!!! You were fine when you were skinny, but I love this grown woman weight on you. Damn. I can’t stop staring at your pictures. Fuck Bre!

His words had my cheeks heating and chills covering my arms as my nipples hardened.

Bre Simmons: You made my night.

Alonso Jackson: Nah, you made my night. I’m about to nut and sleep good as hell because of you.

Bre Simmons: You will not have sex with your girl while you’re thinking about me!

Alonso Jackson: You know I ain’t on no sucka shit like that.

Bre Simmons: Then what are you on?

It took a few minutes, but eventually, Alonso sent a video of him jacking his dick until he came. I couldn’t lie, the sight turned me on more than I’d been in the last nine months. My pussy was not getting wet for Nick—like, at all. At first, I thought it was because of postpartum depression, but the only issue I had was a low sex drive, so my doctor didn’t think that was the issue. Eventually, I started talking to other moms in a Facebook group and a therapist and the therapist suggested it was a lack of intimacy and attraction to Nick that made it difficult for me to feel aroused.

That made the most sense. We’d only had sex two or three times since Trin was born, and those times were after a date night and I was tipsy as hell. Honestly, I felt like it was the liquor more than the date night, and that was another reason I’d been so down. Before giving birth, my sex drive was crazy. I craved dick two or three times a week, minimum. Now, I didn’t want sex at all.

But as I looked at Zo’s dick… that curvy, meaty stick… My pussy was soaking wet.

Unable to resist, I washed my hands and started fingering myself. When I was on the edge of cumming, I started recording, then sent the video to him. I’d never done that before and it felt exhilarating. That confidence quickly fizzled out while I waited for his response, though. I was so scared to see what he said, I put my phone on Do Not Disturb, but that didn’t stop my silly ass from checking for his response every few minutes.

When it finally came through, I released a quiet, “Ah!” and paced. I felt like that seventeen-year-old girl all over again.

Alonso Jackson: It’s a good thing you’re in Dallas. If you were here, I would come to you so I could clean that up. All that good cum doesn’t need to go to waste.

With his message, he attached a video of him licking his lips before blowing me a kiss and winking, and I was absolutely smitten. Truth was, I’d been hiding from his ass before I left town. I knew if we were to get in the same room again, things between us would combust.

There was a lot of unresolved tension and feelings left between us, and I feared what would happen when I did finally see Zo again.

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Zo

I didn’t getwhere the mama onFridaywas coming from until this evening. When I got off work, the kids were hype as hell, the house was a damn mess, and Reka was on the patio, dancing and making TikTok videos. Since I often ate out for breakfast and lunch between jobs, I always tried to eat a home-cooked meal for dinner.

Not bothering to get irritated over the fact that Reka hadn’t done anything for the day, I told the kids to clean up while I fixed dinner. By the time I was done with the Cajun chicken Alfredo, garlic bread, and Caesar salad, the kids had gotten half the house cleaned up. I fixed their plates, and we all went into the dining room. Family dinner time was important to me because I worked so much. It was the only time throughout the week that I really had to spend with my kids. After dinner, it would be time for the youngest ones to do their homework and get ready for bed, then I would leave for my overnight job.

I loved the fact that the money I made allowed us to live a comfortable life and get the kids whatever they wanted, but I hated having to be away from them so much. It was cool, though. Soon enough, I’d be able to expand my team with the HVAC business and not have to work that at all. Then, I’d switch my shifts so my evenings could be free or stop working at the factory altogether.

“Y’all know the drill,” I said, extending my hands for theirs so we could pray.

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