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got.”
    â€œHere you go,” he said. “Take it. Oh, take it take it, baby.”
    I imagined his brown fingers wrapped around his swollen chocolate bar. I could almost hear his strokes.
    â€œNow jump off and suck it again,” he said as the elevator doors opened.
    â€œThat’s what you want?”
    â€œThat’s what I said, so suck all the pussy juice off my dick.”
    I sucked my finger again, giving him desirable sound effects. “Fuck my mouth.”
    He knew that meant me on my back and him over me, just as we were when we made love. The difference was him in my mouth with the same style aggression.
    â€œFuck my mouth, baby.”
    â€œYes.” His voice trembled. “Oh yeah.”
    I couldn’t wait to get inside and jump on him for real. We needed this excitement. “I’m finished sucking it, and I want to get back on.”
    â€œAll right,” he said. “Get back on it.”
    I let him talk, while I quietly opened the apartment door, rested my purse on the kitchen counter, and threw my shirt to the floor.
    â€œYour pussy is so good, baby,” he said in my ear. “I love it when you ride me, your hair in my face and your tits in my mouth.” He was breathing heavy. “Damn, your pussy is so good.”
    I moaned softly to encourage him as I removed my pants and underwear. “Fuck me, baby.” I continued moaning as I led my naked body down the hall. I was hoping to catch him before he started spitting.
    â€œYou want this pussy?” I asked as my hand touched the doorknob.
    â€œHell yeah,” he groaned.
    I turned the knob with the biggest smile. “Well, I’m here to give it to you.” I walked into the dark room and saw Damian lying in bed. He wasn’t stroking himself as I imagined. Instead, he was lying back, and his hands were wrapped around the waist of a woman bouncing wildly atop him.
    â€œRide my dick, girl,” he said into the phone he had wedged between his shoulder and his ear, then leaned forward, taking her breast into his mouth while groaning into the phone. “You like it when I suck your tits?”
    My heart was pounding too hard to have my brain make sense of what I was seeing. I felt the wall for the light switch and couldn’t find it. “What the fuck is going on here?”
    It really wasn’t a question, and to show them that I didn’t want an answer, I threw my cell phone across the room, hitting the woman on her side. “I don’t believe this shit!” I was frozen.
    He threw her off of him and reached toward the floor for his boxers.
    I continually slammed my hand against the wall in search of the switch but kept coming up with nothing.
    â€œWhat in the hell are you doing here?” he asked.
    â€œThis is where I live.” Forget the lights. I sprinted toward his silhouette and wailed at him. “How could you do this to me?”
    He was ducking my blows so I tried to get at his friend, but he held me back. In the darkness, I saw her run into the bathroom and I screamed after her. “You better jump out of the window, bitch, ’cause if you come out, I’m gonna kill you.” I was crying. “Damian, what in the hell are you doing to me?” I screeched and punched him over and over on his back.
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me that you were coming home?” He screamed at me as if he had just walked in and met me riding his daddy.
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me that you were fuckin’ in our home?” I jumped up and finally found the light switch. I wanted to see his face. This had to be a joke, but he wasn’t smiling. “I can’t believe this shit.”
    He stood up and walked toward me. “Get away from me.”
    He tried to grab my hands, and I slapped him.
    â€œYou fuckin’ bitch.”
    I flinched as he stopped himself halfway down the road to hitting me back.
    â€œYou hit me again and