Unexpected Pass

by A. Blossom

“Can I start with learning the flavor of this pussy?” His hands roamed up my shirt and then down into my pants. I was speechless as my pussy leaked and my nipples hardened. “I didn’t hear you.” “Yes,” I moaned.

“Kellon, we can’t. Did you hear what I said?” “You’re pregnant,” he said, staring at me. His face was wet with my juices. “I heard you. Is that why this pussy so wet and sweet?”

I couldn’t even bring myself to stop feasting on her sweet ass pussy when she’d first broke the news. I was down bad behind Phileigh, and I’d only known shorty for a couple of hours.

“Word of advice… When a man offers to get you nice things, be skeptical, but accept them, chile. You always deserve it.”

I’m not going anywhere. That’s my baby. My thumb hovered over the send button before I deleted the message. That wasn’t what she needed right now.

“Whatever, OG. Just get me to the landing strip so I can go get my woman.” “I like the simping shit on you,”

“You ran,” he said, sitting up a little. “And I know how to pick locks.”

I like em a lil crazy lol

“As far as I’m concerned, this is my baby now. I don’t care who helped you conceive it. God put y’all in my presence for a reason, and I’m not about to fumble this.”

“We can go as slow as you want to go. I’m down. I already know how this love story ends.”

“Naw, male best friends can eat they female friends pussy. It’s called being a considerate friend.” I couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face.

“Don’t you even think about depriving little Phileigh Cheese so you can watch your figure. Give her what she wants, and I’ll work those extra pounds off you later, da fuck?”

“Stalker,” she said with a smile. “I’m not the nigga to run from, baby,”

“I’m guessing it went good.” “Yep.” I nodded. “Where to?” “Chanel.” “Oh, yeah. You a simping ass nigga.” “Just drive,” I told him as he took off down the street.

“Fertile Myrtle know don’t nobody in here want his ass,” Lolo joked, and a few other stylists burst out laughing.

“I don’t think that. I know it’s because of this tongue.” I licked my lips, and she stared at me in disbelief.

“That… just… a friendship shit is dead.” He sent a slow stroke into me with every word. “You hear me, Phee?” My eyes rolled to the back of my head in response. That wasn’t a good enough answer because his grip on my neck tightened. “Say it!” “It’s dead! It’s dead!”

“You sure?” he whispered. “Positive,” Dr. Gaines confirmed, grinning. “I’m having a son!” Kellon shouted, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Hearing Kellon claim my child as his own made tears well up in my eyes. This moment was beautiful.

You’re taking one of the most eligible black bachelors off the market, and they’re going to crucify you for it before they cheer you on.”

don’t want to impose. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks.” “The best few weeks of my life. You’re already my girl. We’re already expecting a child. Why wouldn’t you stay here?”

“You look like a woman who has a man that don’t play about her.”

“Naw, nigga, don’t come at my girl like that. Control your situation and leave mine alone. We’re good over here. Phileigh good. Your baby good. A real nigga stepped up. Don’t call my phone again, nigga. And don’t make any more pop-up visits to see her either.”

“Just like that.” I groaned as she took me into her mouth slowly, opening it wide, and allowing me full access to the back of my throat. “Uh huh. Good girl.”

I needed to make sure she knew who this pussy belonged to. She had been asked too many questions about my motives for me.

“I’m yours. I’m yours!” she screamed as she exploded on my dick. I gripped her tighter, continuing my thrusts. I wanted her to get another one. “And who fucking baby you carrying?” “Yours.” Her whimpers were so perfect. “I’m cumming…” Her body was shaking as she came again just like I wanted her to. “That’s right. You and the baby are mine.”

“Forget Reggie and his hating ass fiancée. My friend is glowing, loved, and living in a New York City penthouse with her fine ass loyal, rich man. That’s the focus, baby. That’s the flex!”

Lolo’s mouth dropped open, and she held up the bottle of champagne like she was holding me at gunpoint. “Alright, heifer. This is a stick up. What’s the prayer?”