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“That shit been deleted out of my phone, Soraya!” he snapped.

I wasn’t used to him calling me by my government name.

The fact that he was calling me that, proved to me the kind of fucked up timing that the two of us were on.

I was usually bae, baby, Boobie, Ya, mami, or any other sweet nicknames that he’s given me over the years.

I didn’t say anything else about the sex tapes because my timing was probably off. We’d gotten into it twice already today, so I would drop it for now.

“What made you even bring that shit up in court? I hate the way you convinced yourself to think of a nigga. No way in your mind you can possibly believe that I would ever expose your nudes, or videos of you giving me head, or us fuckin. You are the mother of my children. Our boys are on social media. You really think that I would want them to see that shit? Then, you wilding out, telling the niggas outside to take the g- wagon. Who the fuck you think you married? You pissed at me, so you not going to say it out loud, but you know I’m the realest nigga you ever met in your life, and that image that you trying to paint me out to be, you know I could never be that!

” he shot, and I didn’t say anything. Not because I was letting him shut me up.

I just didn’t have the energy to say anything, so I would let him think that he’d gotten the last word.

“Come lock the door behind me,” he released after about a minute of silence.

I took my hands out of the hot water, and I grabbed a nearby cleaning towel that was on the counter, and I dried my hands with it.

I walked out of the kitchen, following behind him.

The second we made it to the front door; he turned around to look at me.

Those eyes . They were examining me. I didn’t know what the hell to do, and I’m never nervous around this man because I’ve literally known him since I was six, but here I was, stepping back, and I raised my hand, so that I could scratch at my head.

“You free to do what you want to do, Soraya. You a single woman. All I ask is that you respect me. Don’t have no nigga playing daddy to my fuckin kids. My sons don’t need a daddy. They got one,” he felt the need to tell me, and I just rolled my eyes at him.

“That goes both ways. Keep hoes away from my sons. I’m sure you can’t wait to go out and fuck those thirsty ass bitches,” I said, reaching over him, so that I could unlock the door, and let his ass out because just that fast, I could already tell where this conversation was getting ready to head.

“I went out, and I fucked thirsty bitches because my wife had a pussy, and she pretended that she didn’t know how to use that motha fucka!” was his response.

“It doesn’t matter, Sevyn! We were married!

If I would have fucked another nigga while I was still legally tied to you, you would have tried to kill me for that shit!

It’s fine though. I’m not here to dwell on the past. From the age of 13, up until thirty-six, you have been the only nigga that has ever fucked me.

You are all my body knows. I can’t wait to go out and fuck another nigga!

” I hissed, knowing damn well that I was in no rush to go out, and fuck.

I have single home girls, and they tell me the men that’s left out here, and how trifling these niggas were, so I wasn’t in any rush for one of them to touch me.

“You going to add those bodies and watch it don’t even be worth it. Niggas don’t fuck like me, Soraya. I’m a rare breed,” he cockily said. As if that was a joke, I just laughed right in his face.

“I’ll be sure to let you know what the dick was hitting on whenever I try it,” I reached for the doorknob, and he moved, so that he could block it.

Here we stood, face to face with one another.

He was looking down at me, and I was looking up at him.

I was so fuckin stupid because as I was looking up at him, butterflies were swarming my stomach.

That jumping feeling that my pussy does whenever I get around him started happening.

My breathing picked up a little bit. The hairs that were on my arms, I could feel them standing up.

This was probably the most toxic shit in the fuckin world, especially since the judge had just granted our divorce literally just a few hours ago, but I knew I was about to let this nigga fuck me.

I knew. When his hand reached out, and he put it on my neck, and he squeezed, and pulled my ass to him, I folded right here at the front door.

The kiss we shared was one out of a damn movie.

We both were kissing each other as if it were a race to see which one of us would beat the other to the chase, and pull away, while realizing that we didn’t need to be doing this.

It would complicate the fuck out of things.

Everything that I knew about sex, passion, being intimate were all things that I’d learned from Law.

He taught me everything that I needed to know.

I was a damn good kisser, and so was he.

I was doing my best to slip my tongue down his throat, feeding it to him.

While he kept one hand wrapped around my throat, his other one went on my ass, grabbing it, which made me jump up in his arms, and he walked with me through the foyer, and walked the hallway, taking me out into the family room, where he kept me wrapped up in his arms, continuing to kiss me, and he eventually pulled away, and he dropped my ass down on the couch.

I was on my ass, looking at him, wondering what the fuck I should do.

I didn’t know the next time I would get some good dick like this, so I wanted to just feel it one time for old times’ sake, but I knew that he would hang this shit over my head.

He would have the upper hand to call me dumb for fuckin him the same day that we’d divorced.

I knew his mouth, and how cutthroat it could be.

When we argued, he wouldn’t spare me, and I wouldn’t spare his ass either.

“If I let you fuck, say you won’t bring it up if we get into it,” I panted, still out of breath from the kiss that we just shared.

My eyes were on him, looking to see if he would tell the truth.

I swear, the second we could shake on it, and he told me that he wouldn’t throw it up in my face, these clothes were off, and I was going to jump in whatever position he wanted me in.

He stood over me on the couch, with a cocky smirk on his face, and that smirk let me know that he was about to tear my ass up for old times’ sake.

“I got secrets way worse of yours that I can expose. Me, throwing it up in your face that you let me fuck the same day that we divorced should be the least of your worries. Let’s go,” he shot, slapping me on my leg, so that I could get with the program.

I would take that, so I quickly came out of the silk blouse that I was wearing, and I reached behind me, so that I could unsnap my La Perla bra.

It was a high-end lingerie brand that I liked to wear.

Because I was wearing a cram-colored blouse, the bra was black, so that it wouldn’t show underneath.

I breastfeed a total of three kids, but you couldn’t look at my titties and tell.

They still sat up nice. I wasn’t working with the biggest titties, but they weren’t that small, either.

They were perfect, and I knew that they could fit perfectly in his hands.

Instead of standing all the way up to remove my slacks, I just unbuckled them, followed by me pulling the zipper down, and I sat up a little bit, removing the slacks, and my boy shorts, lace underwear that I had on.

Now, I was completely naked. Pussy right in his face, waiting for him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with it.

I’d just gotten a wax earlier this week, so it was fall off the bone ready.

My pussy was good year-round, no matter the time of day, or the last time I showered, which was this morning, so I didn’t even have to do a sniff test because I knew that I smelled good down there.

Just like any other time that we’ve fucked in the past, Law looked down at my body in my amazement, and his eyes dropped down to my pussy, staring at it like I was his favorite treat.

I watched him as he unbuttoned the top that he was wearing, and he removed his tie, throwing it on the floor, and once his shirt was unbuttoned, he came out of it, along with the wife beater that he was wearing.

Looking at his hard abs on his beautiful brown body, I swear I wanted to lean up, and lick, and kiss every one of them, but I knew I couldn’t.

Now wasn’t the time for us to make love.

I just needed him to fuck my brains out, and then he could go on about his day.

“Turn around,” he was aggressive with the way he said it.

“I want to see that dick first,” I let him know.

He unzipped his slacks, and he pulled that big, long, meaty dick out of his Calvin Klein briefs, and I could have cried when I saw it.

He brought his body closer, so that his legs were touching the couch, and that’s when I turned around, and I quickly got on all fours.

I made sure that the arch in my back was deep.

I had to put on a show for this nigga and pull out all the tricks because I wasn’t letting him hit it after this.

I had so much pressure built up in my system.

I hadn’t been fucked in five months. I needed this dick, but the kind of dick that Law had, it was good enough to last you for a while, so after today, I would be good.