I took Tasha in my arms and kissed her. “That’s why we have to enjoy each other to the fullest, while we can. Fuck her. Fuck doing business, fuck everything for the next seventy-two hours. I’m home, baby. And I want to enjoy you. Can we just fuck? I think I’ll be straight after that and should be able to think a little clearer.”

She giggled. “Seventy-two?”

“Seventy-two.”

“That’s a lot of love making. But you do owe me.”

“I want to thank you for my three sons.” I kissed her. “Thank you for my beautiful daughter.” I kissed her again. “Thank you for being my soulmate.” I climbed between her legs and entered my wife for the first time in two months. She mumbled something about not getting pregnant. I don’t know why she was telling me that because the pussy was feeling so tight, wet and hot, I had no control. I think I may have fucked her all of three minutes before my knees began to buckle.

“Trae,” Tasha moaned. She could feel that I was about to come. She pushed me off her. I rolled onto my back and she climbed on top. I was through the minute she began rocking back and forth. She slid off my dick and sat on my face.

I licked and sucked her clit until she begged me to stop. Then I flipped her over and hit it doggy style. Watching that ass jiggle, watching me slide my dick in, out, and then disappear inside of her again, made me pop that question. “Whose pussy is this, Tasha?”

She yelled out my name and that’s when I pulled out and shot my seeds all over her ass and back; something I realized I didn’t do with Charli Li.

Fuck! I didn’t pull out.

ANGEL

I don’t know how I always got caught up in the middle of my girls’ bullshit. I got a text from Jaz telling me to meet her as soon as possible she needed to talk to me. When I pulled up to the address, she gave me, it was a hospital. Now I’m getting nervous. I sent her a text.

Where are you?

OMW outside. She replied.

What the fuck was she up to and why was she at the hospital, yet again. As I climbed out of my car, I saw her exit the building and approach me.

“Here are a set of keys, Angel. Just in case. And as my attorney, you must keep this confidential.”

“Keys to what, Jaz. Are you alright? What kind of facility is this?”

“A Private Mental Health Clinic.”

“A what?”

“A psych ward, Angel damn! Can I spell it out anymore? I know you are in shock but now take my extra set of keys.”

The dumbfounded look was still on my face, so she kept going.