Is Love Enough(7)

By: Darnisha King





I grabbed a condom from my side drawer and put it on for him.



He looked down at me and started to smile.

I smiled back and kissed him.



‘10 inches of loveliness,’ is all that I could think of as he moved slowly into me.



“That nigga, Tre, ain’t hitting on shit,” Lance said as he paid attention to my body language. I guess it was pretty clear that I hadn’t had some good dick in forever.



“Your right baby, you got it,” I obliged, because it was true. Tre was well endowed, but like the saying goes, ‘It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.’ His motion was all off. The Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am, had been played out.



As I became speechless from the constant thrusting, kissing, and fondling, he turned me over, and began hitting it from the back. I gripped the sheets and he grabbed my hands, just to let me know that we are on this ride together.



“I’m cumming baby!” I screamed



“Wait for me, ma!” he said in his orgasmic tone.



Completely exhausted and lost in each other’s juices, we both rested on the bed in the same position we were just in.



It felt kind of awkward that I’m here with Lance and I have a man, who had been waiting on me to come pick him up for the past 4 hours.



But after about 10 minutes or so, I could feel Lance coming at attention again, so the thoughts of Tre’ had gone as quickly as they had come.



He grabbed a condom out of my drawer and put it on, but not before mentioning, that I sure did have a lot of condoms in the drawer.



I ignored his words and kissed him. I wasn’t sure what he was implying, but that was a conversation for another time.



We are both delighted to be in each other’s presence and from the way he was staring at me, you could tell that he never wanted to leave.



He grabbed both of my legs and opened them. He kissed in between each thigh, spreading my legs wider with each kiss. He positioned himself and I felt an explosion as he entered into me.



“Brandy, do you really love Tre?” Lance asked.



“Why? What’s up?” I inquired. I could tell that he wanted to say something, but I didn’t really want to have the Tre convo right now.



“Because, I feel like I love you and I’m not trying to be a bitch and steal you from that man, or share you with that nigga or whatever, but I need you in my life. You make me happy,” he said.



“No Lance, I don’t love Tre. I do care about him, but do you think I would be laid up with you right now, if I loved him?” I responded truthfully. I had feelings for Tre and I wasn’t a cheater, normally. But I had never loved anyone but Lance, and every time I see him, all of those old feelings come right back.



He didn’t say anything, he just held me in his arms until I got up to go shower.



I headed toward the washroom and Lance followed.



As the warm water and Lance’s fingers ran down my back, I felt like I was in dreamland.

I wanted Lance. I needed him in my life. But breaking the news to Tre was going to be crazy bullshit.



I walked out of the shower first, just to find Tre sitting on my fucking couch.



“What the fuck are you doing in my house? How did you get in here?” I was concerned, shocked, and scared all at the same time.



“Boo, you left the door unlocked and you were supposed to come pick me up a long ass time ago. I waited on you and then I come in here, and you acting mad, like I did some shit to you.” Tre was puzzled by my reaction to him chilling on the couch, like he had done so many times before.



“BRANDY!” Lance came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe on, calling my name.



I heard him walking my way, so I didn’t say anything.



“What? Who the fuck is this nigga in my fucking house yelling yo name?” Tre stood up from the couch in a rage. The expression on his face showed that he was shocked that I would cheat on him



“It’s Lance, nigga. What’s it to you?” The way Lance responded, it seemed like he was ready for war, almost as if he hated Tre, but he had never even met him before.



“You in my fucking crib, clearly fucking my bitch, you got my damn bathrobe on, and you talking shit?” Tre had gotten even more upset to realize that this man had enough nerve to speak up, like he was the man of the house.

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