Deception & Betrayal

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, looking down. “I can make it up to you.”

Trina smiled, unbothered. “It’s cool. I’ve seen that happen plenty of times. Don’t worry about it.” She reached for his dick again, stroking it slowly to get him hard. Then she grabbed the back of his head and guided it back down to her pussy. “Keep going,” she said.

Chris went back to eating her out, working her with his tongue until she came, her juices covering his face as she shook with pleasure.

The morning after his first hookup with Trina, Chris was buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t wait to tell his boys at the trap house in North Miami about smashing her. As soon as he stepped inside, his homeboys didn’t even let him speak. They hooted, hollered, and dapped him up, grinning wide. “Yo, I *knew* you fucked her!” one of them shouted. “I saw her leave with you yesterday.”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Chris said, beaming. “She was fucking amazing.”

“Bro, you could’ve just taken her to the back room here and fucked her instead of going to your crib,” another homeboy teased.

Chris shook his head, looking confused. “Nah, I’m good. I like my privacy.”

While he was chopping it up with his boys, his phone buzzed with a text. It was Trina. The message read: “I’m bored and I miss you.” Chris’s heart skipped a beat. *She’s really feeling me,* he thought, a grin spreading across his face. He texted back, “I miss you too.”

He stepped outside to his car to keep texting her privately. Trina hit him up again, asking, “Can I see you?” Chris replied, “Sure, when? I got work in the morning.” Her response was immediate: “I wanna see you *now*.”

Chris didn’t hesitate. He cranked his car and sped home. Before he could even head upstairs to change his shirt, there was a knock at the door. He peeked through the peephole—it was Trina, standing there with a bookbag slung over her shoulder. He opened the door, eyeing the bag. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Just some of my stuff,” Trina said casually.

Chris raised an eyebrow, confused. “So, you trying to move in or what?”

Trina burst out laughing. “Hell no! I got my own crib. But it’d be nice to wake up to a man every morning, you know?” she said, her tone playful.

Chris laughed, embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. “Yeah, I was just asking. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”