Giving Him Something He Can Feel

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couldn’t be trusted. Therefore, I only told her what I wanted her to know. I told her I had a little girl named Chyna and about my senseless ass baby mother Lola. As the conversation flowed, I could see in her eyes that shorty might have more potential than I was giving her.
     
     
    Caught in the Act
    Caine
    Virginia, 2013
    My marriage to Kandi meant the world to me. I decided to commit my life to her and only fuck niggas in the ass on special occasions.
    Since my queen was sick, I figured I would surprise her at home with a dozen pink roses, some ginger ale, and her favorite soup. Lately, Kandi had been telling me I wasn’t doing enough like I used to, to show I loved her. I was trying to do just that. I would call her but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Maybe if I was lucky she‘d suck my dick before I headed back out to work.
    “Who the hell is parked in my driveway?” I asked myself as I pulled up.
    Her mom must have been checking up on her. Shit, her ass couldn’t be that damn sick if she had Mary over. I approached the front door, opened it, and to my surprise, Kandi was butt ass naked waiting on me to get home. Damn I knew my baby was waiting on me. So I wondered who the fuck owned the car that was in the driveway. I walked closer to Kandi and said, “Why do you look so surprised to see me? Looks like you saw a ghost.” Kandi didn’t answer me. Matter of fact she just kept looking at me like she was puzzled. I asked her, “Whose car?” However, once I get closer, I realized why she wouldn’t answer me. There was another nigga in my house.
    45 minutes earlier
    Kandi
    The sex he gave me was so amazing, like ice-cold lemonade on a hot summer day. Alex was kissing me all over, and I was moaning beyond control. Every time he fucked me, the sex felt more intense then the time before.
    Out of nowhere, my phone started ringing. “Damn, I must have been dreaming.” I bet it was Alex because Caine left for work hours earlier. I glanced at my Blackberry and it was Alex!
    Alex liked to grab and pull my hair, flip me over, and smack my ass wildly. You know that break your back thug fucking. When he wanted, he turned me out and made me ride his dick. He would throw me on the wall and pound me from the back. Yeah Alex was one of those take-control type of niggas, something Caine’s ass would never think of doing. The only thing I got from Caine was missionary or doggie style, which was straight boring. I couldn’t get enough of that dude Alex. He got me. I didn’t have to explain shit. Most of all there was no damn commitment and his sex was the bomb. He always made me feel like I was in heaven and God’s angels were singing to me. I just couldn’t seem to resist his ass. I’d been seeing him for about a year or so at that point. I was happy with the dick, I protected myself with him, and most of all Caine had no idea.
    “Hello,” I said answering the phone. I loved getting phone calls from him.
    “What’s up gorgeous?” His voice was so damn sexy, a mixture between Barry White and Teddy Pendergrass. I smiled instantly.
    “Nothing much, just thinking about you,” I said with a little chuckle.
    “Look at you, always know what to say to a nigga and shit,” he laughed.
    “Hey, I ain’t no Whitney Houston but I Learned from the Best. ”
    We both shared a laugh and he began to delight me with more of his conversation. I had to admit the brother was smooth and intelligent which I liked. He was telling me how he was spending even more time with his daughter and about his crazy ass baby mama named Lola. To me Alex was the overall package. He was funny, smart, and handsome, believed in God, and took good care of his child. However, what it ultimately came down to was I was married. However, no matter how tempting Alex was or how perfect he seemed to me, I was not willing to let Caine go for several reasons. For one, I wasn’t about to fuck up my money flow and two I was not sure if the grass was

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