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She was the perfect height and weight, and had the perfect ass and titties for me to grip and suck on while I fucked her against the wall.
I hated feeling rushed while I buried my bone deep inside her snatch, but the way she squeezed my neck and sucked on my lips while I made her cream made me forget all about the time. And about pulling out.
“Oh, fuck!” she squealed while humping me like a dog in heat. “Caine, I feel you nutting! Oo, I feel you nutting! I can’t stop fucking you! I can’t stop!”
I tried to lift her off before my nut came, but the way she was humping me made it shoot.
She had her legs tightly wrapped around me, forcing me to stay inside. My dick jerked, and my body shuddered as she rolled her hips and worked her muscles to milk me of every drop. I was deep inside that pussy, pumping cum like a hose. And I didn’t give a fuck who heard us.
“Why did you let me get crazy?” Amara whispered. “I know somebody heard us.”
She cradled my head in her titties while I tried to catch my breath.
I didn’t want to put her down until I realized what I’d done. She wasn’t even worried about the nut she had swimming around inside her. She just didn’t want Fallon to find out.
“I nutted in you,” I said, face still buried in her chest.
“Yeah, I noticed,” she sassed. “Get out of me so we can go back to the party. They probably wondering where we went.”
I put her down and pulled up my pants, while she went to the sink to clean herself up. Even though I was worried about her getting pregnant and should’ve been worried about Fallon, I enjoyed watching Amara take care of herself.
I felt like we were some kind of couple, and having quickies in the bathroom was an everyday thing.
“You need to be as nervous as I am to go back out there,” she said, looking at me in the mirror.
“Ok. I’ll be nervous,” I replied sarcastically.
She let out a tiny laugh and rolled her eyes. When she went to walk past me and open the door, I pulled her back against me and kissed her neck from behind.
Whatever it was between us was worth the risk for me. But I played it how she wanted to play it just to keep her secret safe.
“You go out first,” she said. “I’ll wait and act like I been back here the whole time.”
“Ok,” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you say.”
I slid the lock on the door, expecting the hallway to be empty. I made sure my clothes were straight, and I didn’t smell too much like sex before I pulled the door open.
Amara fixed her skirt and made sure her shirt straps weren’t twisted. We were good—hair intact, her makeup was still good.
Just as I got ready to pull the door open and get back to the party, it flung open from the other side, and in flew Fallon, punching and clawing at the first person she could get her hands on.
“You bitch! What the fuck! Why would you fuck my nigga!?”
I caught her fist before it clocked me in the jaw.
She was pissed, and stronger than I remembered. Amara backed up and stood clear near the sink, while I fought to keep Fallon from killing one of us. She was cussing and fighting, crying and asking why. I felt bad that she found out the way she did, but I didn’t feel like I owed her anything. We had been broken up for a year.
And I didn’t know Amara was her cousin.
“Let me go, Cainen!” she snapped, trying to free herself. “I’m over here thinking coming back home was gon’ be a good thing for us, and you in here fucking my cousin! And you knew I still wanted to fuck with him!” she snapped at Amara. “Smiling and cheesing in my face, and the whole time you was plotting to get my nigga. You a low-down, dog ass hoe! Get off me!”
“Chill out.” I let her go but made sure she couldn’t get to Amara.
“Fuck you,” she shot back. “Why would you be fucking my cousin? And you knew this when you came to my dad’s memorial and didn’t say nothing.”
“I ain’t know she was your cousin.”
“But you knew after I told you, and you still fucked her? Make it make sense. Come on now!”
She was right, but I didn’t feel like arguing with her. I didn’t think it was shit to argue about. I moved on after our breakup. I didn’t know I would fuck around and meet her cousin.
“Fallon, I’m sorry!” Amara cried. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I met him in the club the other night. I didn’t know he was your ex.”
“Shut up, bitch!” Fallon tried to lunge at her, but I caught her. “Let me go! Why you protecting her!”
“I’m not fina let you fight her!” I said. “This shit over with, man. We not doing this! Let’s go.”
I pushed her toward the door, ready to end the whole party. I knew Fallon and Amara were going to have beef either way, but it wasn’t going to be in front of me.
“I can’t believe you, Caine. I thought you gave a fuck about me. Now I see you never gave a fuck about me. A bitch can’t even take time off to get her mental health right after her dad died before a nigga started doing him. That’s fucked up.”
Fallon cried and called me all kinds of names as I escorted her up the hallway. I was going to tell everybody it was time to go, but when they saw her storming out, they all instinctively followed behind her.
Amara waited until everyone left the room before she came up the hallway, and I was already on my way back to her.
“This is so fucked up!” She fell into my arms and cried. “Now my cousin hates me, and I’m sure she gon’ tell the whole family about this.” What the fuck, Caine?”
I didn’t know what to say. I just hugged her and let her cry. I felt bad that things went down the way they did, and for hurting Fallon’s feelings.
But I didn’t regret it….
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