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“Fuck, I missed you. I missed this fuckin pussy. Fuck.”

He lifted my leg up and slid deeper.

I squawked.

“Fuckkk!”

“Yeah, baby. That’s right.”

This nigga was balls deep giving punishing strokes now. That wet slapping sound loud in the kitchen. My ass rippling every time he slammed in. Pussy so sloppy it was making that nasty sound.

“You gave my fuckin pussy away, huh?”

He gripped my hair and was in my ear.

“Well I’m bout to mark my fuckin territory all fuckin over again.”

He was pumping harder.

I was screaming louder.

“Fuckkk, Xay!! Shit, I hate you.”

“Yeah, baby. Hate me. I’m bout to nut. Fuck!”

I felt my juices coming down my leg onto the floor.

Warm. Messy. Running down my thigh, dripping off, hitting the tile.

“Fuck, Xay, I’m squirting. Fuck.”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

He didn’t ease up. Kept that punishing stroke while I squirted around his dick, pussy clamping, making a mess on the kitchen floor, on his balls, down my leg.

I still threw it back until he finished.

He groaned and nutted in me.

Deep. Pulsing. Filling me up while I was still leaking.

I dropped my forehead to the counter, shaking.

And the entire fucking time, one thought kept punching through everything else.

I was pregnant.

By him.

Again.

This nigga was in here losing his mind because another man had been fucking me, and he had no idea I’d been sitting on my bathroom floor twenty minutes earlier staring at a positive pregnancy tests with his name basically written across the fucking stick.

I hadn’t told him.

And I wasn’t going to.

Not yet.