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                  “Damn ma, and she smell so good too.” He put his nose in it again and inhaled deeply before positioning himself over me. “I ain’t gotta use nothin’ right?”
                  “Nigga, you know better. If you want this good pussy you better put a damn condom on.”
                  Sucking his teeth in annoyance, he leaned over to get a condom from his pants pocket.
                  “We been together long enough for me to feel you.”
                  “Not right now. We gotta save something for our wedding night baby,” I protested.
                  “You ain’t gotta save shit for me. I’m a greedy nigga. I want it all right now. C’mon ma. I’ll pull out. I promise.” His lips were on my neck creeping up to my earlobe.
                  The warm sensation took over my nerve endings as he whispered in my ear.
                  “Please.” His fingers were inside of me, pushing against my spot in deep circles.
                  Damn, I wanted to beg him for the dick, but I was reluctant about having sex with him raw. I wanted to have babies with him one day, but not right now. We couldn’t get caught up in the moment and let our hormones take over our senses.
                  “No…we can’t.” My voice was weak, because I really wanted to give in. “I don’t wanna get pregnant.”
                  “You won’t.” I could feel the head of his dick probing at my warm, throbbing entrance.
                  I clenched my muscles, so that he couldn’t get inside. “But what if I do?”
                  “Then I got you.”
                  “But you just said that I won’t get pregnant.” I rolled my eyes. “Put that shit on.”
                  He let out a loud gust of air before sliding the condom on. Whether he knew it or not, I didn’t care about how mad he was. No matter how much I loved him, I wasn’t trying to fuck up our future together before it even started. Babies were beautiful, but I wanted to be sure that we could afford to take care of them. His stubbornness about wearing a condom had messed up the mood.
                  “What’s wrong?” The way he was looking at me made shit even worse.
                  “Like you don’t know. What’s your problem? You better be glad I’m givin’ you some pussy and you talkin’ ‘bout not wearin’ a damn condom.”
                  He shook his head as he pointed at his covered dick. “I got on the condom baby. Okay. Now relax.”
                  Being a bitch and telling him never mind, since I had already got me, had crossed my mind, but I didn’t do him like that. After some good head like he’d just given me, I wanted to get my back banged out, so it was only right.
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                  The next morning, I woke up to Kamal standing over me with a tray in his hands.
                  “You must’ve went to the store ‘cause it wasn’t any food in there.” I sat up groggily with a smile on my face.
                  He sat down on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “I did.”
                  I demolished the scrambled eggs, toast and sausage because I was famished. The drinks and sex from the night before had me tired and hungry as hell. It was after eleven o’ clock in the morning and I never slept that late.
                  “Damn, that was good.” After washing it all down with some orange juice he took my tray.
                  “Thanks babe. Anything for you. I uh, gotta go to the crib though. Need to shower and shit.”
                  I nodded. “Okay, but you do still have some underwear and clothes here you know.”
                  “Oh, damn, you’re right. Well, no rush