Free Secrets of a Side Bitch 2 by Jessica Watkins Page B

was at the spot out west. Word spreads, man. Nobody has ever shot at Ching.”
    “Well, somebody is about to start.”

Gia
    “Just ignore it.”
    Chance convinced me to ignore my cell phone as he punished me doggy style on the side of the bed. My bare French manicured feet were planted on the carpet. My face was buried amongst the sheet. Chance stood tall behind me slowly and deeply penetrating my pussy with long and deep strokes.
    “Sssss.” I hissed and moaned to withstand the stress the size of his dick put on my pussy. It hurt so good.
    I couldn ’t believe that this little boy was fucking me like this.
    “Right there, baby.” I spoke breathlessly with lustful pleas. “Please, don’t stop. Right there.”
    Chance had the same lust in his giggles as his strokes got right where I wanted them and stayed there, rhythmically hitting that spot over and over again with persistence.
    “Oh God! Oh fuck!” I was gritting my teeth as I forced myself to withstand that dick. Chance held onto my waist and gave me the business. I was delusional with satisfaction and lust. But I wasn’t so delusional that I didn’t hear noises at the doorway of my bedroom.
    Curiously, I glanced in that direction.
    When I saw her reflection, I jumped out of my skin.
    “Rae!”
    In reaction to my fear, Chance jumped. We were tangled amongst each other as I fought to find something to cover myself. The light was on in my bedroom, so we all saw each other clear as day.  Chance seemed scared at first. Then, it’s as if he figured out that Rae was really a woman, and lost any fear. Chance hurriedly threw on his pants. I threw myself into a shirt. Unfortunately, it was Chance’s, so that only hurt Rae even more.
    “What the fuck are you doing here ?!” I was so pissed! I couldn’t believe the size balls this bitch had. “How long have you been standing there?!”
    Rae just stared at me, looking as if she ’d just swallowed her own shit. She was disgusted, mortified, and evidently hurt as tears streamed down her face. Chance looked back and forth between us curiously. His eyes asked me so many questions while being obviously amused at the lady-boy that stood in the doorway.
    “Chance, can you give me a minute?”
    Rae’s chest heaved. “Give you a minute?! Fuck you mean, give you a minute?! Make this nigga leave!”
    My arms flailed as I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You can ’t tell me what to do! WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!”
    Rae and Chance stared one another down as Chance walked out of the room.
    Coolly, Chance glided by Rae, looking her up and down like she was a peon. Then he told me, “I’ll be in the living room, baby,” just to fuck with her some more.
    Rae bit her lip. She was biting it so hard that her teeth were making impressions in the pinkness of her lip. She closed the door and immediately came to me. As she held my arms, all of the aggression and anger that she had just held was now submissive, passive, and humble.
    “Baby, please don ’t leave me. Not like this. Not for this nigga.”
    “I am not leaving you for him, Rae,” I told her as I escaped from her embrace. “I am leaving you b ecause I have had enough. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
    Rae was heartbroken. Her tears flowed like a sad waterfall. I felt sorry for her, but I felt sorrier for the unhappy girl that I was when I was with her. This past month had been such a freeing and enjoyable experience that I was not willing to let go for the captive and insecure relationship that she was offering.
    “Do you love this nigga?”
    “Rae…”
    “I ’ll share you, baby. I’ll share you with him,” she begged as she reached for me again. I sat on the bed, on the very spot that Chance was just wearing me out in. I longed to be back in that moment, with his dick in me, rather than looking into the pitiful eyes of a lost soul.
    “Are you serious, Rae? Listen to yourself.”
    Like a sad puppy, she stood there crying. I knew her heart was broken,