Free Just Can't Let Go by Mary B. Morrison

tripped off of my being with Ebony. Didn’t really matter since I was Ebony’s manager. If Alexis put me on blast, I’d tell Dev I was with the fellas and I ran into Ebony.
    When a man cheated on the regular the way I did, countless comeback lines were programmed into my mind to defuse any and all situations.
    My day was preplanned. After we took Nya to the aquarium, I was headed here. Not wanting to disappoint Nya, once Dev got swept away by Mercedes, I took my baby girl as promised, then dropped her off at my mom’s. Nya was going to my mom’s house in the morning. She just got there a little sooner. Told mom we had a family emergency. That wasn’t exactly a lie.
    Ebony swallowed.
    â€œYeah! Right there. Suck your dick, bitch. Suck it like it’s the last time you gon’ taste this muthafucka.”
    Etta would snatch me up if she heard what I’d just said. We may have an almost decent relationship now, but Etta did not tolerate profanity or disrespect of any kind. If she knew where I spent my weekends, she’d probably stop watching Nya. If she knew what I was doing behind Dev’s back, my mother would disassociate with me . . . again.
    Ebony glanced up at me, smiled, but never stopped jacking me off.
    This was the life! I wasn’t different from the average dude. Our dicks wanted more than one pussy. Only the strongest dudes didn’t stray. Trust me. It took a large degree of willpower to have sex with one and only one woman throughout an entire relationship. Actually, fucking Ebony on the regular was the only reason I was still with Dev.
    I’d never call Ebony the B word outside of the bedroom, but I had to admit, it felt Tarzan pound-on-my-chest good to unleash the beast inside of me. I hated being a fucking gentleman in the bedroom.
    I yelled, “Aah-eeh-ah-eeh-aaaaaah! Bitch!” cumming into her mouth.
    The expression was intended as a compliment to Ebony for the way she rocked the mic. She didn’t let go of my dick. She turnt up.
    â€œAhhh. Damn.” I was spent. I tried to relax. Couldn’t. Knew better than to touch my, I meant, her dick.
    Two wives would serve me well. I wish I could openly marry them both. Dev wasn’t enough in the bedroom, but she’d just made my sexing Ebony on the regular less complicated. I appreciated her for that. I was truly blessed to have a lady and a freak. Starting next week one would be to my right, the other on my left side.
    One in front of the camera. One behind. Me sandwiched in the middle.
    Ebony stayed ahead of my ass. Always gave me a reason to chase that pussy. Dev relentlessly held on to my rear, making sure I didn’t leave her.
    I was glad when I’d gotten Dev pregnant. My ace card with her was, with her daddy issues, I knew she’d never want to raise Nya without me. I played that to my advantage. Gave her a ring to make her feel worthy, but I was not close to being ready for marriage. Had to respect Dev telling me not to solicit representation of any more of her folk, but I had an idea that would draw her cast to me. I wasn’t as dumb as Dev thought, but it was best to let her believe that she controlled me.
    Ebony picked up a bottle off of the headboard, then slowly drizzled orange tequila liqueur along my flaccid dick. Parting her lips, she took a swig, squished, swallowed the alcohol as a chaser to my cum, then placed the bottle back where it was. Her lips lowered toward my crotch.
    â€œNo, my babe. Please. I can’t take any—”
    Her shut-the-fuck-up stare silenced me.
    Seems like all Ebony wanted to do was suck every seed out of my sack. Covering my dick with both hands, I had to ask, “Who else you been fucking?”
    â€œIf you want some pussy, Phoenix, all you have to do is take it, nigga.” She crawled out of bed, put on her robe. “I could ask you the same. Who did you screw last night?”
    She had me frowning. “You know my