TOYA LOOKED DOWN AT HER flat, brown stomach. There were no stretch marks, no blemishes, and the smooth, dark shadows where her belly contoured from defined abs was a beautiful sight. She lifted her breasts and watched as she ran her finger down past per belly button. Further, she continued until at last, she touched the trimmed pubes.
She spread her legs and let her fingers continue downward.
Whatever he is doing with his tongue is amazing, she thought, placing her hand on the back of his head, holding him there.
Damn … right there.
Yes … that’s the spot.
Ooooh … fuck … that tongue of his.
Holy shit.
As Karl ran his tongue inside her, slowly flicking in and out, up and down, he moaned as well. It was almost as if he was getting off from going down on her as much as sh enjoyed receiving it. Holding his bald head there, she could feel the twitches begin to build inside.
Damn … that bald head of his. A dark skinned man with a beard and bald head … double damn.
It was getting good, too. The sensations began to build up as he swirled his tongue around, flitting back and forth … sucking on her lips and clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he stopped. Karl lifted himself toward her and began to kiss her breasts, positioning himself between her legs.
Fuck.
It’s not that he was bad at sex, but he was definitely not the best.
As she attempted to mentally prepare herself for sex with him, she drifted off into fantasies of Martin.
Now that … that was a man who could fuck.
Karl pushed himself inside and began to rock back and forth, but her mind was nowhere in this. Her mind was on Martin.
It was always on Martin.
Even now as she lay there with Karl’s baby inside her womb, her mind was on the past. The problem was, she hadn’t told Karl yet that he was going to be a daddy. They were still early in their relationship - barely six months. She’d quit taking the pill behind his back, and unfortunately for him, nature took its course. Besides, she’d just found out this morning.
She wanted to get pregnant.
A son.
Toya wanted a son.
She always wanted a son for some reason.
Her biological clock was ticking, and if she and Karl didn’t work out, at least she’d be set financially. Her fantasy was to be with Martin, but Martin was not only ‘not’ the relationship type, but he was a piece of shit.
Nonetheless, she was still in love with him. She even had his birthday as the password to her phone.
But although she wasn’t in love with Karl, she knew he’d be a great father. Her only agony now was in how to break the news to him. As he pumped back and forth, sliding in and out of hr body, the only feeling greater than the sensation was the emotions she had for another man. It was fucked up, but it wasn’t something she could control. Everyone has that oneperson that stays in their heart, and for her, it was Martin.
Toya wasn’t in the mood for sex tonight. She tried her best to stay in character and moan, but her mind wasn’t in the right place. Unfortunately, Karl could sense it.
“What’s going on?” he asked, slowing his thrusts to a complete stop.
Toya could feel him hard and erect inside her. He hadn’t come yet, but the throbbing and pulsing could be felt throughout her body.
“What do you mean babe?”
“You’re not here,” he said.
He pulled himself out and slid over and beside her. Most men were not big on snuggling, but it was something Karl enjoyed. He pressed himself up against her and placed his hand over on her belly.
“I can just feel it,” he continued. “Something you want to talk about?”
He was obviously disappointed; why wouldn’t he be? She’d just killed the mood.
“Just a lot of shit going on at work and they’re downsizing. I just feel like my job might be on the chopping block,” she lied.
Toya’s position at her job was pretty safe. She was the HR manager for a family-owned car dealership in Richmond, close to where the Staples Mill Road met West Broad Street. Broad Street, in both east and west directions, was the main road that cut through the city. Car dealerships were dotted throughout the city, but the largest, and most successful ones were on Broad Street.
Toya made pretty decent money, but it wasn’t the best. Karl, as a lover, was the best option for her. At this moment, however, she didn’t feel comfortable breaking the news to him.
Not now.
Not with his penis still staring back at her.
How she would tell him, she didn’t know. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“I’m sorry babe. I wanted to see you tonight, but it’s just weighing on me.”
“No, it’s okay,” Karl said. “You want to talk about it?”
“Not really. You don’t mind if I spend the night?” she asked.
Karl didn’t rally like her spending the night. It wasn’t that hat he didn’t trust her or had anything against it. It was that his ex-wife would sometimes drop their children off if she had an early morning appointment.
Karl had been married for eight years, and upon his divorce, he had partial custody of his children. He and his ex were cordial with each other, and Toya rarely heard him say anything negative about her. However, he was veery protective of his children, even if he didn’t see them but a few times a month. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see them - it was that his job forced him to work long hours.
As a trial lawyer who worked for a large corporation in the city, not only did Karl put in a ton of countless hours, but he was paid very, very well in his field of work.
Toya knew this, and she wanted to milk this gravy train as long as she could.
Toya knew this, and she wanted to milk this gravy train as long as she could.
It was wrong. She knew this.
But getting pregnant by him would put her in a better position financially. She was an attractive and sexy woman, with a sweet pussy and tight body, and could easily be trapped regardless of his level of success.
Rich or poor, men were all the same. They were controlled by their desires and easily let down their guard in hopes of quick, and good sex. They would never admit that pussy controlled them, but these were the biological facts.
Men were so stupid.
