“Maxxine, no buts. All I want is to see you every day while I’m here. You know, you’re not the only one who had doubts.”
I raised my brow. “You had doubts!”
“Yes, you seem surprised.”
“That’s because I am. You were so determined and anxious for us to meet.”
“I was, but I thought that maybe you would back out because of your husband.”
“He should have been enough for me to back out,” I said guiltily.
“But he’s wasn’t?”
“Kenneth, my husband is the love of my life.”
“Can he make love to you the way that you desire, Maxxine?” Kenneth boldly asked. I didn’t respond to his question; instead he answered it for me. “No, I didn’t think so. Forget about him for the rest of the week. When I’m not in my meetings, I want to be in you.”
I couldn’t believe he had hit me with that corny-ass line.
“Aren’t you a little old to be so horny?” I laughed.
Kenneth couldn’t help but shake that one off. “You’re never too old for good lovemaking.”
“But I’m too old to be playing games with you or anyone else.”
Kenneth unfastened my seat belt and unbuttoned my peacoat again. He let his fingers walk up and down and swirl around my clothed right breast. My nipple expanded from his touch.
“I’m not playing, Maxxine. I’m going to show you what real lovemaking is all about.”
I arrived home four hours later. Against my better judgment, I had let him have his way with me again. It was partly because I didn’t plan to see him again, but mostly because I wanted his dick. I sucked his dick and he ate my pussy again. After he fucked me from behind in the backseat of my car and in the reverse missionary position, my back, neck, mouth, and pussy were so sore. I could barely walk straight, let alone stand. I took all my clothes off after turning the water on in the shower. I wanted to wash all my sins away: the way Kenneth kissed me deeply, me sucking his dick, him sucking on my pussy, caressing my soft body, and fucking my tight pussy with his King Kong dick. At that very moment I knew what I had to do. I had to make Kenneth history.
After drying off and correcting some of my students’ research papers, I heard the front door open and close.
“Maxxine.”
“I’m in here.”
Kamar walked in the great room as he loosened his necktie. He placed his briefcase on the floor and sat down beside me. I was afraid to look at him. I didn’t want to show any signs of guilt on my face.
“How was work, baby?”
“It was busy. Did you get my emails, gorgeous?”
Damn it, I had forgotten to email him back! I always emailed Kamar back—always. Instead I had let some man sex me down more than once. Even though it was the best sex I had ever had, there was no excuse for it.
“No, I didn’t. I haven’t checked it yet.”
“Okay.”
There was a brief pause between us before he asked, “What did you do today?”
Shit! Why did he have to ask that question? He hadn’t asked me what I was doing yesterday.
He smirked. “Does the cat have your tongue, gorgeous?”
That’s when I looked into Kamar’s eyes and lied to him for the first time. “I’m sorry about that, baby.”
“I left you several messages, between your BlackBerry and the house phone. I was worried about you. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.”