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“Yep.”
“Liar.”
“Ask him.”
His face tightened again.
I laughed.
“Aw. You so mad I’m fuckin’ Keith.”
“Avery.”
“What?”
“Stop saying that nigga name.”
“Keith.”
He stared at me.
“Keith.”
“Aight.”
“Keith. Keith. Kei—”
He grabbed my neck and bent me back to kiss him, still had me bent over the counter.
And stupid fucking me kissed him back.
Because apparently I enjoyed making my own life difficult.
Then he pushed in.
All at once.
This was my sister’s husband.
This was horrible.
This was the same nigga that just hid in the back while I FaceTimed Sam.
And I still arched my back and took that dick.
“Fuck.”
He started beating it up from the back. Aggressive. Jealous. Hands on my waist, slamming into me over the counter.
“This Keith pussy now?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah. Answer me.”
“Fuck you.”
He went harder.
