"You tapping out, huh?" Priest said with a half-smile while looking up at Cherish, who made the sexiest love faces. His fingers massaged her walls as she rotated her hips to the rhythm of his thick fingers.

Using his thumb from the same hand, he started circling her pearl in a fast motion. Using his free hand, he stuck his thumb in her ass as tears built up in her eyes. Priest knew her body so well. She was making a mess, and he was loving it. Turning his head back towards her dripping ocean, he kissed her lower lips a few times before letting his tongue do the talking. He kept his tongue going at a steady pace as his thumb moved in and out of her ass. His tongue danced from her throbbing pearl to her opening effortlessly. When Priest decided to fuck her with his tongue, Cherish damn near lost her mind as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His fingers continued massaging her walls, and his other thumb rubbed her clitoris. He knew all four sensations combined would send her over the edge.

"Oh my! IT'S TOO MUCH, PRIEST!" She whispered, shouted as her hips bucked against his face. "I'm cumming!"

"Let go for daddy, or you gonna be selfish and keep that shit to yourse—" He licked his lips. It was like her body was waiting for his permission because before the words could escape his lips, her flood gates opened as she dripped and squirted at the same time.

in Marcus's room, he was wondering why Cherish or Priest hadn't returned yet. He was wondering where Julissa was as well. "I know they didn't leave without saying anything." Marcus spoke.

"Trust me, they ain't leave." Shooter smirked.

"Go check for me. I need to make sure Cherish didn't sneak to call moms and shit."

"I'm not going anywhere, bro. Believe me when I say, Slim and Soul doing some freaky shit somewhere in yo crib, and I'm not tryna see no nigga dick slanging and pussy juice flying. Unless I'm the one putting in work." Shooter laughed.

"I don't wanna hear that shit, and not in my fucking house." Marcus frowned.

"Yep, somewhere in your shit." Shooter continued laughing.

"Man, your high ass don't know. After all that arguing they probably talking."

"Look who we're talking about. We all know that arguing is nothing more than a front. Soul wasn't wrong, though. She needed some dick. It was all in her attitude, so he's helping her out with it. I love sex, so I know." Shooter shrugged.

"I don't wanna hear that shit either." Marcus shook his head.

"I still can't believe you got a shorty. You know you could've told us. Lil man ain't have to be no secret with us." Shooter told him.

"I was too concerned with hiding him from Julissa. Then I realized my son doesn't deserve to be a secret. I know how that shit seems, but I was wasted. I never would have slept with ole girl sober. I'm not trying to hear "that's not an excuse". It's an excuse for me. I didn't even remember shit leading to the moment."

"Understand where she's coming from. Sober or not, you still fucked a hoe that wasn't worth shit but a nut. I know you love Julissa, but you need to ask yourself if she's worth it. What I mean by that is worth trying to mend your relationship." Shooter said in a serious tone. "She almost killed you. Then your son wouldn't have had a mother or father. I don't know what the hell you and her have going on, but think about when you make another mistake. How far will she go next?"

"Being crazy is only sexy to a certain degree. She didn't kill you, but that's the problem. She thought she knew where to stab you and ended up doing the opposite. It almost cost you your life. It's not that much love in the world, if you ask me. I can see how much you love shorty because you went to lengths just to protect her and what went down. You slept with somebody, but I don't think you need to die for it." Shooter continued. That was the most serious Marcus had seen Shooter.

"I'm not a gossiping ass nigga, so you don't have to worry about me telling Slim what actually happened. You know, back then I only told Soul about the abortion because that's some shit he should have known she was about to do. She was emotional and was about to make a rash decision based on her emotions. We all saw how happy he was that he trapped her ass. It was all he talked about, and I couldn't let it slide without telling him. I know I made a handful of hoes get an abortion even though I wasn't sure if the baby was mine, but I couldn't risk it. I did some fucked up things in my life; I joke a lot, but I'm real." Shooter added.

"I don't know anything about love, but the way you two motherfuckas love, three if you count Truth whining ass about Yaz." Shooter chuckled. "The way y'all love makes me never want that shit. You got Soul, who so damn in love with a woman that kept his child a secret for six years. He can't even stay mad at her. I would've cut Slim's ass out of my life the moment she told me. There would be no second chances."

"You're still trying to fight for a woman that almost ended ya life at 30. The moment she stabbed me, I would've popped shorty ass. What R. Kelly sick ass say in that interview? "I'm fighting for my fucking life". Her ass would've been fighting for hers, too." Shooter said as Marcus laughed. "Then there's Truth. Well, Yaz did nothing major. I still wouldn't continue to chase some ass that doesn't want me and keep playing games."

"Nah, not Shooter talking like this." Marcus joked.

"That was Matthias speaking, not Shooter. I mind my business for the most part, but I'mma keep that shit a G with y'all." Shooter said.

"How you and Paris doing?" Marcus asked. He needed to know how solid their relationship was.

"Hold up. Speaking of Paris, this is her ass calling me now." Shooter said before answering the phone. Marcus couldn't hear what Paris was saying, but whatever she said had Shooter frowning.

"Don't be fucking questioning me about where I'm at. I told your ass I had to handle something. What you can do is have that pussy nice and wet when I get there. If not, I'll find somebody else who will." Shooter hung up before Paris could respond.

"Yo ass funny as hell." Marcus chuckled.

"Paris ass a headache. To answer your question. Shit decent. I'm single, but Paris my main bitch." Shooter shrugged as Marcus looked a little surprised. He thought they were in a relationship. "She likes to go around saying she is my woman, but she knows what's up. Paris will never be my woman, but the pussy and head good, so I keep her around. Sleeping with other niggas is dead, long as she doesn't. Then she'll be around until I'm ready to send her about her business. I'm not sharing nut tunnels with no other nigga."

"Nut tunnels? The hell?" Marcus laughed, then winced a little. "All this time I thought you and her were together."

"Nah. Like I said she just the main bitch, but it's two more after her."

Marcus didn't know what to say to that. He wondered if the truth ever comes out about Paris being his baby mama, would Shooter be mad about it. Now that he's thinking about it, Shooter didn't seem all that into her when they would all kick it. Everybody knew Shooter was a dog back then, but Marcus thought he grew out of that.

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"Priestttttt!" Cherish moaned lowly.

As much as Cherish tried to fight it, she no longer could. It felt too damn good to be wrong. She couldn't believe she was letting Priest dick her down so good, right in Marcus's kitchen where anyone could walk in to see right after he ate her out. Priest didn't give not two fucks, and at the moment neither did she. Dickmatized right now had her mind gone. It was hard to even keep quiet, so she wasn't sure if anyone heard them.

Cherish was still positioned on the kitchen Island. Priest had one of her legs cuffed in the crook of his arm while sucking on one of her nipples. He dove so deep inside her as his strokes were slow and filled with passion. She couldn't keep her eyes open. It was just like Priest to supply her with some of the best dick ever. Cherish could only describe it as; well, she couldn't. The sex between them was beyond what could be described.

"Damn, baby. This pussy don't have to be this fucking good." Priest grunted into her ear before picking up his speed. Cherish juices were leaking all over the kitchen island. Way more than when he ate her out. He looked down and licked his lips. "Shit still get so wet for me."

Digging her nails in his back, she forgot all about that lil pain she had in her wrist. She was too consumed with feeling another orgasm surfacing. Priest reached underneath her, gripping her ass cheeks apart and pulling her in closer. "OH GOD! PRIESTTTTTTTT, DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING!" She shouted in a whisper as he smirked.

"Cum for daddy." He whispered into her ear before kissing the side of her face. Her body jerked from the sound of his voice as she dripped down his length.

Priest stroked in and out of her slowly. Her pussy was dangerous. Still tight. Even wetter and top tier. It made him mad that another nigga even felt it. Hitting her with them deadly strokes, tears built up in Cherish eyes from the sensation, but Priest wasn't letting up. She was on the verge of her third orgasm, and he was right behind her with his first one. She bit his shoulder and came, while he let out a low grunt, shooting his hot semen inside her.

"Why the fuck would you cum inside me?!" Cherish tried to move priest, he used his thumb making sure his cum didn't leak out of her; precisely pushing it back in. She moaned from that contact before pushing him back. "You asshole!"

That was toxic to her. The fact he tried something like that, knowing he's in a situation or whatever, just made her mad. She was damned if she got pregnant by him again. She didn't even want any more kids. Honesti was her hardest pregnancy. The postpartum after Honesti was even harder. Just thinking about the way she didn't want to hold her baby, didn't want to look at her, touch her or anything when her own sperm donor didn't want her sometimes still bring tears to her eyes. She didn't want to go through that again. Which is another reason why she sometimes felt as if she's not the best mother. Now here Priest is being toxic and trying to impregnate her again.

She was mad at herself for caving once again. She felt like a crackhead that needed a fix, and badly. Being so close to Priest and not being able to have him in the way she wanted was torture. It was like dangling drugs in front of a recovering drug addict. The feeling is mutual because Priest felt the same way. She could have told him how she feels and whatnot, but it wouldn't change anything. Not until Priest forgives her, and she can forgive herself.

One bathroom was right next to the kitchen, they went to clean themselves up. She made sure she peed and didn't move from the toilet for some minutes. She was already working with shaky legs, and a limp to go with it. Once they were done, they returned to the kitchen to clean up. It was obvious that Priest knew his way around Marcus's house because he knew where everything was.

After they finished cleaning and sanitizing, she walked over to Priest and slapped the hell out of him."I love you, but don't make me fuck you up." Priest chuckled, but she didn't find anything funny.

"Not a damn thing funny. Never fuck me, finger me, put your thumb in my ass, or eat my pussy that good again as if I'm your woman." She frowned. She couldn't believe she just slept with him in someone else's home. That was so disrespectful because she wouldn't want anyone coming into hers and just fucking like they didn't have any sense.

Priest smiled while looking down at her. Her frowning and pouting were cute to him, but she was so serious. "You're the only one that ever gets dick down that way." He told her which was the truth. His dick is definitely A1, top-tier, immaculate; however, one would put it, which is why Crystal is also hooked, but he never gave his all to Crystal. That just further proves he knows what he's doing.

Priest barely slept with Crystal in the course of the two years they were together. Her pussy was average and boring. She always wanted to lie on her back, didn't like riding him, didn't like doing or having anything freaky done to her, but her head game was good. When Crystal acted like they had sex when Cherish called, she was lying. He hadn't slept with her in months. Crystal wasn't wrong, though; Priest and Cherish slept together the night he found out about Malaysia.

"As for you not being my woman, you should understand by now that even when we not together, clearly it's always going to be you and me. I don't give a fuck what comes out of mine or your mouth." He kissed her temple before his deep raspy voice said into her ear. "That's why your pussy was acting out when I was deep in it. She knew what was up.

"You ain't shit, and I didn't notice until you pushing your cum back inside me that you're now a little toxic as well." Cherish rolled her eyes.

"How?"

"What do you mean, how? It's self-explanatory. From what I've seen, you embarrass the hell out of ole girl. She doesn't have your heart. You claim to not love her. Yet you "broke up" with her only to get back with her. If you feel nothing for Carla, then why are you still with her? Why would you try to plant another baby in me, knowing you have some weird situation with her?"

Priest continued to look at her. "You trust me?"

"Is that a trick question? Hell no, I don't. I trust you with our daughters, and that's about it. What does trust have to do with the question? Having sex with me today, then her yesterday. I can't even believe I let this happen again." Cherish shook her head.

"You need to trust me, mama." He pulled her into his arms, which she held her hand out, pushing her body back.

"Nah, I don't. The fact that you're acting like you're single while around me is questionable. Why would I subject myself to being with a cheater?" Cherish folded her arms underneath her chest. "We have daughters. Am I supposed to let them think when they're older that sleeping with someone's man is okay? I don't know Carolyn not to like her obsessed ass, but sleeping with you while you are with her isn't cool."

"I'm not a cheater. And they won't be sleeping with shit. I don't know why the fuck you say that." Priest told her, which had her rolling her eyes again. "Come on now, you're not sleeping with someone else's man, you're sleeping with the man you still love. You think you know what you're talking about, and I'mma let you."

"If I don't know, then tell me."

Priest grabbed her chin. "I won't lie to you. Ask me anything."

"I don't want to ask you anything because I don't care. You are real hush, hush when you could just tell me yourself, since I'm so wrong and don't know what I'm talking about. Like I said, you're not shit. It's very clear, a lot changed with you niggas over these past six years."

"What niggas?" He frowned.

"You. Truth. Marcus. Who else?"

"You just want to believe I ain't shit to protect your feelings. I was already in the process of breaking up with Crystal, so when I kissed you outside the label, I wasn't cheating. Shit been over. I was broken up with her when we slept together that night." Priest told her.

"And now? What do you have to say about that? You were with her last night. What were y'all doing since you're so single? Were you kissing her the way you were just kissing me? Fucking her like you were just doing me? We are never getting back together, but that doesn't mean you had to get back with a woman you don't want."

"I don't put my lips on her."He laughed, which shocked her. It was the truth, though. That's why he told her, don't play with him when she tried to kiss him in front of Cherish. "I damn sure never made love to her. When I fucked her, she didn't even get all of my dick or me." He leaned down to her face, so close that he could've easily kissed her, which he wanted to do. "She hasn't felt this dick in months. I never even ate her pussy before."

"What?" Cherish shook her head. She took a couple of steps back, which Priest wishes she didn't. He loves and missed the feeling of her body on his; not sexually. Just her being under him. "I would feel like I wasted two years on you, but she seems like the type to do anything to keep you. You may not love that Tangerine head hoe, but if you think for one second that you'll be sleeping with me since you aren't with her and will continue on with that fake relationship, then you have another thing coming."

"For a person who claims she doesn't care, sure seems invested in my "fake relationship". Looks like your true feelings are showing. You can lie and put on an act for everyone else, but I know the real you."

"I really don't have the time or energy for this. You need to stay away from me, Priest. At the risk of sounding corny, this isn't McDonald's. You can't have it your way. Or is Burger King? I don't know, but you can't."

"We have kids together."

"You know exactly how I mean. We shouldn't have slept together that night or moments ago! I stupidly caved again. Since I moved back, we've been going in circles and I refuse to keep doing it. I let you eat me out, then have sex with me in my cousin's kitchen. The disrespect. Just stay away from me." She sighed as tears glossed her eyes. She was honestly so disappointed in herself.

Priest sat her back on top of the kitchen island and once again stood between her legs. He lowered his face down to hers and started kissing away her tears. It felt as if she was talking to a brick wall. "Move! Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"If you think I'm staying away from you after having that pussy for second time since you moved back, then you're crazy." He continued to kiss her tears before moving to her lips. He brushed his lips against hers. She didn't move or try to stop him, so he parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her.

"I wish you would hate me. Maybe then you would stay away from me." Cherish blinked away her tears after pulling away from their kiss.

Despite everything that's been said, she felt like she didn't deserve Priest anymore. The day she met him, she judged a book by its cover. The moment she got to know him, he proved to be different than she originally thought. And when they finally got together, he worshiped the ground she walked on. He helped her in so many ways mentally and continued to love her despite how hard she made it. He treated her like she was a queen and the only woman in the world. She left him when he needed her after being drugged. She lied and broke his heart twice. While he wasn't innocent with his words or choking her, things shouldn't have turned out the way they did. She takes full responsibility, which is why she believes that he deserves better than her and Crystal.

"I could never hate you. I told you that. Things will fall into place." Priest told her.

"You're not listening to me." She frowned. "Stay. Away. From. Me."

He pecked her lips as she rolled her eyes for the millionth time. "You are so damn annoying."

"I'm only annoying to you because you hiding your feelings. You used to love when I was loving on you."

"Keywords. Used to. Not anymore." She turned her head.