For the next couple of months, I saw Qianna just about every day. I simply couldn’t get enough of her. As for Devin, I’ve been avoiding him. I’ve only seen him maybe five times since that first night with Qianna, and three of those times, she was with me. I don’t really think that it bothered him. I think he likes fuckin’ Qianna more than he likes fuckin’ me. I can’t honestly say that I blame him. After making love to Qianna, I had basically lost all interest in having sex with a man.
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Chapter Eighteen
Qianna
Let me tell you something. Things couldn’t be any better for me if this was a movie, and I was writtin’ the shit myself. I got Devin and Avonte both so sprung on this pussy, it ain’t even funny no more. I got them both spendin’ crazy money on me’; buyin’ me anything I even think I want. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, digital camera, iPod; all that shit. And Devin makes sure I always got plenty of weed. Both of ’em hittin’ me off with cash. Plus, I got a couple of other little slim cuties, one that does things to me with a strap that makes me shake.
It was wonderful.
But if it was a competition and I had to pick a winner, it would be Avonte. For one, her pockets are deeper than Devin’s, and two, her self-esteem issues make her easy for me to control. Avonte needs the approval of the people she feels close to, so she will do anything to please me. Probably some childhood shit about her daddy.
See, I knew payin’ attention in group while I was at Bedford, listenin’ to them dumb bitches talk about their problems would pay off.
Avonte has problems with men. She never really trusted Devin. That’s why she didn’t tell him she got money. Fuck all that bullshit she tried to run on me about her wantin’ him to want her for her.
Bullshit!
It was all about the money. And now that she caught hubby cheatin’, in her eyes, men are fucked.
So she’s been avoiding Devin for weeks. The three of us hooked up a few of times. But other than that, Avonte don’t want to be bothered with him. After a while, he took the hint and stopped calling her.
Now, there wasn’t any point in letting all that fat, juicy dick go to waste, so when he calls me, I come. He always makes it worth my time, and I make it worth his. Devin called me and said he wanted us to get together that evening before he went home.
I feel sorry for Devin sometimes. I know that he was really into Avonte, and her avoidin’ him hurts his ass. He told me about his wife’s issues, and that she was gettin’ worse. He was trying to be home with her more often. But he just had to have some of this wet shit I got here, so I met him at his apartment and we fucked.
I felt my nipples stiffen as they bounced into the bed. When Devin spanked my thigh, the sensation turned me on. The sound of him slidin’ in and out of me made me wetter.
Devin grabbed me by the shoulders, and pulled my body into his. I started twistin’ my hips, and he started rubbing my thighs and my ass at the same time. Then he stopped and took a few steps back. "What the hell are you doin’?"
I turned around and watched Devin stroking his length, still wonderin’ why he had stopped. I rubbed my hands over my tits. I ran my hands up to my neck and back down to my stiff and very sensitive nipples. Then I squeezed them between my fingers, and watched Devin stoke himself. Without a word, I fell to my knees and took Devin into my mouth.
"Damn," Devin hollered, and stumbled back onto a nearby chair. I laughed at his ass and stepped to him, spread my legs wide, and pushed my fuckin’ titties in his face.
He sucked my nipples. He had his eyes open, watching me watching him. I watched as his tongue moved around these chocolate covered raisins. I began playing with the other one. Devin pulled back, and started watching me.
"You like what you see, nigga?" I asked, moving my hand between my thighs.
Devin didn’t answer; he just palmed my titties and squeezed them. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and swung one leg over and mounted him.
I started shaking my hips and rubbing my titties again. Taking a finger into my mouth, tracing from my lips to my chin, then down to my neck, and then to my belly button.
As I bounced up and down on him, I twisted my hips, rocking them from left to right. Then I spread my legs even farther apart, and bent my knees slightly so I could shake my ass up and down on his dick.
Devin held me close, and moved his hips in sync with my rhythm. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he could feel my walls tightening and loosening around him.
"You love this pussy, don’t you?" I said, as I rotated between a bounce and grind move that was drivin’ him crazy. "Yeah, that’s it, come for me," I instructed, since he was wearin’ a condom. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
Devin moved his hips and tried to pump himself into me as hard as he could. I matched his every move, stroke for stroke. I felt him begin to expand inside me, and I fucked him harder, movin’ my hips even faster and harder.
Devin grabbed my waist and tried to slow my roll, but that wasn’t happenin’. We both collapsed in each other’s arms.
That shit was so fuckin’ good. But this particular night, Devin wasn’t quite himself. I could tell that wife shit was wearin’ on him.
When he was done, instead of getting out of bed and runnin’ for the shower like he always did, Devin just laid there starin’ at the ceiling.
"What’s wrong with you?"