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“No, I’m fucking Keith. Stop doing this shit.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I’m yours when you got a whole fucking wife.”

“You know what it is with us.”

“No. I know what it was.”

He grabbed my hips.

“Xay, get the fuck off me.”

But my body was already betraying the argument.

And I hated that shit.

He knew it too.

That little smile came across his face.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

“You still want me.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

He turned me around and faced the wall.

“Nigga, what are you doing?”

He pulled my shorts down with my panties. Seen the wet spot.

“Yeah. You still get wet for me, Ave.”

Again, the hoe in me.

“Nigga, get off me.”

He slid his sweats down.

Dick already hard.

Bounced it off my ass.

“See what you do to me, Avery. We miss you.”

He bent me over the counter then slid his dick up and down my wet pussy.

Didn’t even put it in yet. Just rubbing. Taunting.

“Fuck you,” I breathed.

“Keith fucking you better than me?”