Page 13 of You Make Me Feel

“I have to cancel our outing, but I still wanted to see you.”

I stepped aside to let him in. I was confused about why he had to cancel, but I was glad since I needed to be there for Ramsey. Once I closed the door and turned to him, he pulled me into his arms. “You look amazing. I hate I have to cancel.”

He didn’t explain, and I didn’t ask for an explanation. If he had a legitimate reason, I felt like he would have said so. This alone proved that he was full of shit, but his dick wasn’t. His hands slid to my ass, just as I figured they would. He had time for sex but not to take me out. This would be a goodbye fuck. I wanted to throw a whole-ass tantrum, though.

I needed to attach his dick to someone else because my body didn’t want to let him go simply for having to live without it. I moaned softly, letting him know that I was with what he was trying to do, and he immediately pulled at my dress, bringing it over my head. I wasn’t wearing undergarments, and he took full advantage of that shit. He pulled a condom from his pocket, then dropped his pants. I unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed his bare chest as he strapped up.

He quickly picked up my thick ass and practically slammed me against the door as his dick penetrated my folds. “Oh fuck,” I yelled.

“Damn, girl. This pussy always ready, huh?” he said, then lowered his mouth to my nipple.

“Shit . . . always.”

He was stroking me so good I could barely breathe. My eyes had rolled to the back of my head, and I felt like I was about to pass out from the overload of pleasure. The tremble in my legs alerted him of my pending orgasm, so he said, “Spray me with that good shit, girl.”

Within a minute or two, I did as he requested, screaming while my flood overtook him. “Hell fucking yeah. This some good-ass pussy.”

He slowed his pace as he watched the action. The minute I stopped, he pulled me away from the door and went to my couch, dropping me on it. Pushing my feet to my head, he entered me again and fucked up my cervix while playing with my clit. I was so damn satisfied that I wanted to cry. It felt like his dick was pushing my ovaries around like hockey pucks, but I wouldn’t dare tell him to stop.

When the frown appeared on his face, I knew he was about to nut. I pulled my legs from his grasp and wrapped them around his waist as he dug deep, sending me into another orgasm. The second mine started, he fired off into the condom and yelled, “Fuck.”

The sound of our panting filled the air as he rested his forehead on mine. However, when he gathered the strength to pull out of me, he said, “Oh shit.”

I frowned and sat up. “Oh shit, what?”

My gaze went to his dick, and there was nothing on it but the top ring of the condom. It had completely detached and was inside of me. I started panicking as he said, “Let me get it. My cum could still be in it.”

I widened my legs as he slid his fingers inside my drenched tavern. “I got it.”

He pulled it out of me . . . and there wasn’t a drop of nut in it. My eyes widened, as did his. “You on the pill?”

“No. I rely on condoms.”

“You may need to get a morning-after pill.”

“Haven’t they pulled them from the shelves?”

“I don’t think so. Let me go to Walgreens right quick.”

I nodded as I sat here, staring at my naked body with my heart racing. The minute he left, I hopped up from the couch and showered. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so good. It was like this shit scared me straight. I couldn’t get an incurable STD or get pregnant right now. I knew Jarod slept around. I couldn’t do this shit. My parents would be so embarrassed if I got pregnant without even a boyfriend in sight. I was pretty sure they would have plenty to say. Thankfully, I didn’t live with them anymore.

Furthermore,Iwould be embarrassed. It was never my intention to raise a baby alone. I didn’t feel Jarod would be ready to be a father for some reason. That would leave me on my own. Kiana was pregnant. There was no way I would take away from her joy of motherhood because of my dilemma. She was married, and they were ready to be parents. It wasn’t her fault that I fucked up.

I got out of the shower, dried off, then moisturized my skin. I was worrying myself to death about the unknown. This was so stupid. Nothing would probably come of this, even though it was like playing Russian roulette.

By the time I slid on some leggings and put on a bra, Jarod was knocking at the door. I quickly went to it and opened it to find him empty-handed.

“They were out. I don’t have time to go anywhere else because I have somewhere to be in the next twenty minutes.”

I slightly rolled my eyes. “Okay. I’ll go look.”

He brought his hand to my cheek, then kissed my lips. “Talk to you later?” he asked as if he wasn’t sure I would want to.

“Yeah. Talk to you later.”

I was irritated that he flaked on me for probably someone else, but whatever. The only reason he probably wanted to talk later was to see if he could come by whenever he was done with whomever. He kissed my lips again and left. I closed the door and returned to my room to find a shirt. As I searched my closet, I called Ramsey.

“Hello?”

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