Meeting Again

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I was cooking breakfast for myself. I looked in the refrigerator and noticed the eggs was almost gone. "Shit." "What the hell am I gonna do with one egg?" "I slipped out of my pajamas and put on a plain crop top and ripped jeans. I scrolled down the aisle looking for the eggs. "Aisle three." "I picked up the carton and went straight for the express aisle. The sooner I get out of here, the better. The cashier rung up the eggs. "Hello Mam, your total is $2.75." "Have a nice day." "You too." As I put the eggs on the passenger side of the car, I could feel someone staring at me. I quickly turned to a familiar face. ....."August?" "Mariah?" "Yesss!" "Whassup I haven't seen you since high school." "Nun, chillin chillin." "So what you doin' hea'?" He asked. "Well as you can see, I'm on my way home to cook breakfast for myself." "I see you picked up some food too."  "Yep a nigga gottta get his breakfast on." He said rubbing his stomach. We both busted out laughing. "August you so stupid." "Yeah I know.""Well it was nice seeing you again August." "Same to you." As I was about to drive off, he ran up to the car. "Aye, wait can I have yo numbah'?" "Sure." I said. As I was typing I could feel his eyes on me. "There you go." I smiled. "Can I get a pic too?" I looked at him confused. "For caller ID." He said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "Ok." I posed as he took the picture.

" I posed as he took the picture

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"Thanks." "No problem." Before I could even get in my car, he grabbed me by my arm. "Come to my house." "August I cant I have-" "What a husband?" "No." "A boyfriend?" "No I have to cook." "I'll cook for you, shit I'm a free man." He said putting his hands up. I smiled. How could I say no? I got in my car and followed him to his house. When we arrived, I was in awe. It was so beautiful.

I stepped inside

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I stepped inside. "August this is amazing." "Yeah it's just what I need." "Peace and quiet, away from dumb muthafuckas'." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "You know that feeling when you're surrounded by nothing but happiness, and you still feel like something's missing?" I asked him. "I feel that all the time." He answered."I know for a fact that somethin' is missin'." "And that somethin' is you." He mumbled. "What?" "Mariah, I been in love witchu' since high school." "I just neva' had the balls to say somethin', so I'm sayin' somethin' now." "Mariah Nicole James, will you be my girl?" He asked with hope in his eyes. "August of course." As soon as I said that, he picked me up making me wrap my legs around his waist. "August, I want you." I moaned. I couldn't wait to go upstairs, so I pushed him on the chair. "Mmmm." I moaned as I started grinding on him. "Fuuuck." He groaned with his head back. since he had on shorts, he felt EVERYTHING. He lifted up to take my crop top off. He slid his shorts down, along with his boxers. I stared at his dick in amazement. "Aug-" "Big ain't it?" He smirked. He helped me take off my jeans and put my panties to the side. I straddled his lap and lined him up at my hole. I slowly slid down on him. "Shit." We both moaned out. I slowly started to bounce. "Uhh August baby, mmm." "Damn girl." He said as he groaned. "Wet ass pussy." I bit my lip and squinted my eyes as I started to bounce harder. He looked down at his dick going in and out of me. He looked back up at me and noticed the look on my face. "You gon' cum Mariah?" "Mhm." I whimpered. He sped up his thrusts."Shit Mariah." He groaned. "Uhhh Fuck, daddy." I bounced while he thrusted up. "Oh my god." He said with his eyes behind his head. "August I wanna have your baby." I moaned. "Shiiit." I said as I came. "Fuck Mariah." August said as he came inside of me. "Now I have to be there for both of y'all." He said tracing circles on my stomach

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