Lying Lips by Mahaughani Fiyah Read Free Book Online Page B

Even through the phone I could feel how much he wanted me. How much he craved me, and my body responded in like fashion. It wanted him too, I wanted him too. “You still there?” He questioned me when more than thirty seconds went by and I said nothing.
    “Yes, baby,” I replied, “my mind just went to this morning and how good you put it on me.”
    “Good,” he said strongly. “I don’t want your mind on anyone else but me. Do you understand me, Legaci Styles?”
    “Yes,” I replied while shaking my head obediently as if he could see me.
    “Now I want you to do something for me,” he stated commandingly.
    “What’s that?” I spoke boldly, but I was really too afraid to know what his request would be.
    “I want you to go somewhere where you’re alone and touch yourself. And I want to hear it.”
    “Asanti!” I exclaimed. Shock and horror and extreme excitement ran through me.
    “Do it, Legaci!”
    Once again, I was about to step outside of my normalcy and step into the Asanti zone. I searched frantically for a private place where I could go and be alone and comply with my husband. Ten seconds later, I found one. Once in the ladies room, I locked myself into a very clean stall.
    “I’m alone,” I told him
    “Touch what’s mine,” he told me boldly, his voice ever so deep and penetrating.
    I did as he asked of me. It wasn’t long before I was moaning.
    “I like the sound of that,” he told me lustfully. I could hear in his voice that he was stroking himself.
    My husband began to talk me through a beautiful masturbation. It was wonderful. I was naughty. Asanti loved it. For more than fifteen minutes I forgot about everything and everyone and I pressed my ear to the phone and listened to every wicked word he was uttering.
    I moaned louder.
    The door opened and I heard footsteps. Another stall was entered. I moaned again. Then there was complete silence in the restroom with me. The person was listening. I didn’t care.
    “Put the phone on speaker and put it down there. I want to hear my kitty purring for me.”
    I did as he told me to.
    “I like that,” my husband informed me. “Do you?” His voice echoed throughout the restroom.
    “Yes, baby,” I moaned as I followed his instruction and massaged my kitty until it smacked and purred.
    “Cum for me,” Asanti demanded.
    He talked dirty to me. Almost vulgar. Nearly pornographic. I liked it. Thoroughly enjoyed it. He made me cum. Hard. And wild. I listened intently as he came too.
    “Did you enjoy that?” I heard him asking me when I could finally focus again.
    “Yes, “I heard myself saying.
    “Good,” came his reply. “That should hold you up until later when I get out of my meeting and call you back.”
    I smiled, looking forward to it. To him. And to creaming again.
    This situation was getting crazy.
    And I was becoming addicted.
     
    I walked through the airport as if in a dream as I went to retrieve my luggage. I had changed my flight to leave a day earlier than I originally planned so no one was expecting me just yet. Everyone would be surprised to see me though. I began to feel deathly ill when I thought of how they would feel if they knew that I had gotten married in the four short weeks that I was gone. What would they think? Probably that I had lost my mind. I know I felt as though I did.
    Hopping into the cab that would take me home made me more nervous than ever. I was sweating profusely. How could I have been so stupid and irresponsible and selfish as to marry someone that I had only known for a few hours? Had I lost my mind? Being away from Asanti allowed me the ability to think straight. To see things more clearly. And I really felt as though I had gone temporarily insane. Otherwise, how could I have done what I did? No other answer was suitable.
    As I rode through the city that I loved with a vengeance, the tears rolled down my face. I had made a commitment to him. A complete stranger. How the hell was I going to deal with