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juice

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Wrapping my hand up through her hair I pulled Nari’s head back and pumped in and out of her. “Shit Nariah.” I groaned. “Throw that shit back just like that.” I encouraged.

When we made it home from the diner earlier, I sat out on the balcony and faced a blunt while Nari showered and did her nighttime skin care routine.

I figured since she’d been out partying that her ass was gon’ be ready for bed.

My ass thought wrong, after I finished washing my ass Nariah crawled into my lap and the two of us had been going at it ever since.

Nariah hadn’t let me touch her ass since Miami and I been feening something bad. Now, I won’t say I ain’t had no pussy since then, but it wasn’t Nariah’s. Tamia wasn’t a slouch and had some good pussy but Nari… Nari shit belonged to me. Her shit fit me like a glove.

Tamia wasn’t my bitch so her shit just ain’t feel the same way Nari’s did. Nari had some of the best pussy that I’d ever had. I owned that shit so every chance I got to mark my name in it you got damn right I showed out.

Leaning my head to the side I grabbed ahold of her hips. “Yo pussy feel so good bae. You gone let me nut in you.”

“Julius.” She moaned.

Slowing down my strokes I circled my hips and bit down on my bottom lip.

If Nariah kept throwing that ass back on me like she was doing, I was gone skeet all up in her shit.

After she had Jude, she was adamant ‘bout not getting pregnant again until we was married. I ain’t see what the big deal was since we was damn near married now.

Nariah knew I wanted a lil girl, but she rode on that hill of not pushing out another one until I gave her a ring.

My plan had always been to propose to Nariah, but I procrastinated ‘cause I knew the minute we signed our marriage certificate all that bullshit I was doing in the streets was a wrap and I wasn’t so sure I was ready to stop. I’m fucked up for real, I know it.

“Shit.” Nariah groaned, snapping me out of my head.

“Just like that.” I praised. Leaning over I licked up the middle of her back before resting my head there. “Yo pussy ‘bout to pull that nut right up out of me Nari. Let me put another baby in you.”

“Mmmm. That shit feels so good, Julius.”

“I know it do baby.” I muttered between clenched teeth.

Picking up speed I thrashed in and out of Nariah. She was so into it, fucking me back and shit with her ass slamming against my pelvis. When she raised up from the bed, I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her close to my chest, all the while still holding my rhythm.

Our bodies smacked against each other every time I pushed into her and pulled back. “You know I love you don’t you Nariah.” I said into her ear. “You know how crazy you got my ass over you. I’ll wet a muthafucka up for even looking in yo direction. That’s how crazy you got me out here.”

“Baby.” She cried out and wrapped her hand around my wrist.

Nariah’s head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open.

She was at my mercy, and I took full advantage of it.

Stroking the side of her neck with my tongue I bit down on her pulsating vein.

Jutting my hips forward I fucked her harder.

“Gon’ let it go for me Nariah. Wet my shit up. ”

“Baby.” She sang over and over again. The way her pussy clamped down around me I knew she was near. “I can’t.” She shook her head. “I… Shit... I.”

“You can.” I interrupted her. “You right there. I can feel it. Do yo shit twin.”

Me saying that must’ve been all she needed to hear.

Nariah’s nails dug in my wrist as she yelled out that she was cumming.

Her body shook violently against my chest; with the way her ass was moving she would’ve fell over if I didn’t have my arm secured around her neck.

While pounding into her feverishly a rush of heat radiated through my body and before she had the chance to protest, I was spraying her walls down.

When the two of us finally calmed down I unwrapped my arm from around her and pulled out. Laying back on the bed I shielded my eyes with my arm.

“Julius, you was supposed to pull out.” She sighed.

“My bad Nari. Yo pussy had a vice grip on my dick. I couldn’t pull out. I’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab a Plan B.” I was lying like fuck. If Nariah ass got pregnant that means it was meant to happen.

It took her a few seconds to respond but when she did, I couldn’t mask my smirk. “It’s cool. Just don’t do it again.”

When I went to speak Nari added “I’ll go get one before the gym.” My smirk was wiped off instantly. It honestly felt like Nari had just doused my ass with some cold water.

Sitting up in I glared at her. “When you start taking Plan B’s and shit.”

“When the nigga I’m fucking offered to buy one.” She retorted and slipped out of bed.

I couldn’t tell if Nariah had just pulled my card or not, but I wasn’t feeling the way she said that shit. Hopping out of bed I trekked behind her, dick swinging and all. “Fuck you mean by that, Nariah?” I quizzed and stepped into the ensuite bathroom.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged. Leaning over Nariah turned the shower on before sitting down on the toilet. “Any other time you slip up you never mention a Plan B then tonight you hollering ‘bout going to buy one.”

Bringing my arms up in the air I rasped. “Nigga you the one hollering ‘bout not wanting another baby right now.”

“And I don’t.” She yelled.

“Okay so what the fucking problem is?”

“Nothing, Julius.” Nariah finished pissing and flushed the toilet. “You moving like a nigga that’s out here living foul.” She glowered before stepping into the shower.

Following behind her ass like a kid that had just got caught stealing out of the store I shut the shower door and backed her into the wall. “I’m moving like a nigga that’s living foul but anytime I mention you giving me a lil girl you steady hollering ‘bout wanting to be married first.”

“Okay and I meant that.”

“So again. What the fuck is the issue with me offering to grab you a pill, Nariah?” Rubbing my hand across my forehead I huffed.

“You got me feeling like I ain’t getting nowhere with you.

You fuss when I ask for a baby. I let off in you and say I’mma be an adult and get you a pill to stop you from getting pregnant.

That’s a problem. What you want Nariah?”

“It don’t even matter.” Dipping under my arm Nariah snatched her exfoliating glove down while mumbling something inaudibly under her breath.

“You sitting here upset ‘bout the shit so tell me what the fuck the issue is now.”

“You!” She barked. “You’re the fucking issue Julius. And the fact that you can’t see it is very telling.”

“Very telling of what? How I’m the issue though Nariah? I’m trying to respect your wishes. You wanna get married before we have another baby, and I respect that.”

“You don’t respect shit Julius.” She snorted, low key calling me out, but I wouldn’t tell her ass that.”

“On Juju I do.” I argued.

Licking the corners of her mouth Nariah narrowed her eyes at me before a sinister smirk spread across her face. “You don’t. If anything, you just confirmed what I already knew.”

“Which is what?” I challenged.

“You got a bitch on the side. Prolly been fucking that hoe raw and shit. Pop up with a baby if you want Julius.”

Sucking my teeth I shook my head. “You gon’ keep saying that shit until you believe it. Ain’t a bitch out there that can say I stuck my dick in ‘em raw. And if somebody do say it that bitch telling a muthafucking lie.”

“Oh, they lying if they said you fucked raw but not if they say y’all fucked. Got it.” She nodded her head like she had solved a mystery.

“That ain’t what the fuck I meant Nari and you know it.”

“Hey.” She shrugged. “It’s what you didn’t say, love.” She winked.

Instead of arguing with her I went to my side of the shower and washed off.

The two of us showered without uttering another word to one another.

Once I was done, I hopped out, dried off, and got my ass in bed.

It was clear that Nariah was still in her feelings, and she had it.

Instead of baiting her into another disagreement I was gone wait for her mood to shift.

Maybe then the two of us could come to some type of understanding.

Dropping my phone down on the table I sat in front of the mixing board and replayed the track.

Shit at the crib had been sticky for the past three days and I needed a moment to clear my head.

Nariah’s show was in a few days, and I knew it would be all hands on deck so I’d had my assistant clear my schedule for the week.

I tried on a few occasions to help Nariah out, but she kept saying how she ain’t need my help. Her ass needed some kind of help cause all week muthafuckas had been in and out of the crib. Hell, even my niggas had been over helping her get ready. It was clear her ass just wasn’t fucking with me.

I could’ve forced myself in her mix, but I let her have it, instead I left the crib first thing this morning and had been held up in the studio. My plan was to stay busy until she decided she was ready to fuck with me.

Folding my arms across my chest I leaned back in the chair and bobbed my head to the track I’d just laid down.

One of Nariah’s favorite songs was “Gonna Love Me” by Teyana Taylor so I thought it would be a cute gesture to spit a couple of verses over the track.

Ya know, to let my girl know just how much I loved her.

Hopefully I could get Teyana’s camp to approve it before the fashion show.

If they did, it would be an ode to Nariah and I would have the DJ play it.

I was busy listening to the track when the studio door was pushed opened. When I tossed my head back and saw who the uninvited guest was, I cut the song.