Not a moment later his supple pink lips crashed against mine. It felt like an electrical current ran through me. After a few seconds I slowly pulled away, but for a second he didn't want to let go of my lower lip. "Hey, why'd you stop? Does my breath stink?"

I chuckled, "No, it's not that. It's just..Prince what are we doing? You're married." Why would I even allow myself to get into this situation?

Looking away, he tried to formulate his answer but I wasn't really helping running my fingers through the hair covering the nape of his neck. "Well, I was enjoying the taste of your juicy lips."

"I'm being serious P!", he flinched when I playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Alright, alright." Sitting down on the love seat, I angled myself towards him giving my full attention.

"So the night I called you over here...me and her had been arguing because she decided to bring up old shit. She just had to ruin our anniversary." I can't believe he won't even say her name.

"If you don't mind me asking...what did she bring up that made you so mad?" His bicep twitched as he deflected his attention away from me. I felt bad for asking as his face tensed up.

"She brought up our kids..." Kids? I thought he only had the one. Lifting his head to gaze at me momentarily, he noticed the confused look I held.

"After our son passed away, we tried again and she got pregnant. But she lost the baby in the first trimester." Tears threatened to leave my eyes as I watched him try to hold his composure.

"Prince...I'm..I'm sorry I made you relive that pain." When I grabbed his right hand, he intertwined our fingers.

"No, it's okay Jazz. I told myself that I was going to tell you eventually. It's just that, it really pissed me off how she repeatedly would bring it up when she knows I don't dwell on the past."

"Everyone deals with grief in their own way. Some people prefer to move on and act like it didn't happen."

"Exactly, you understand. I don't know, sometimes I think about a divorce." A divorce isn't what they need, they need a marriage counselor.

"All because of that?"

"Well...she has this idea that I've been cheating on her."

"Have you?" The fact that he just kissed me and held me they way he did proves he has.

"No, at least not physically. I haven't had sex with another woman, but in the past couple of months my mind has been elsewhere."

I don't care what anyone says, even developing feelings for another woman is cheating. "Has this certain female ever come onto you or anything?"

"No. But ever since we met, I feel like me and her have developed an emotional connection. When I sense when she's had a bad day, I'll call her and joke with her just to make her smile and hear her laugh. The energy she gave off when I first met her was so enticing. I can tell that she cares about my soul and wellbeing, not WHO I am and WHAT I can do for her." Wait....

"Wow, she sounds like a phenomenal woman P."

He smirked, "She is. And her beautiful brown eyes are staring right back at me." Did I really just hear him correctly? This is all too much for me.

"P, I...I don't...I don't want to be the reason why you and Mayte get a divorce."

"That has nothing to do with you, you hear me?"

"Yeah but..you do realize I'm so confused right now",leaning my head against the back of the couch, "I don't know what to do right now. When I met you, you seemed happily married and I respected that. That day I had no idea me and you would be as close as we are, but I'm glad we are. I always thought you were sexy, I'm not going to sit here and lie. But I never allowed myself to develop feelings for you in that way." At this point, I felt like I was rambling trying to get my point across. Waiting to see what his response was, he pulled my right leg into his lap, gently massaging my thigh.

"Well, maybe you should explore your subconscious and allow any underlying feelings you have for me to see the light. I know you're curious. You know curiosity is the lust of the mind." I couldn't even concentrate on his words. The whole time he was trying to be philosophical, his face was inching closer to mine.

"You think you're slick." I was trying to sound displeased, but the smile on my face said otherwise. "What you need to do--,"

"Shut up." He swallowed my words with lips, and this time I didn't pull away. I was lost in this warm, lustful kiss. Eager to deepen the kiss, his tongue slid across my lower lip begging for entrance. Our tongues were in a tango, fighting for dominance that he was trying to win. The rough tips of his fingers glided up my thigh to take a firm grip of my ass cheek, pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I felt compelled to rock my hips back and forth, grinding against his fully aroused member forming a tent in his pants. The motion evoked moans to slip out of us simultaneously. I whined when he pulled away from our heated kiss. "Let's go upstairs baby."

As he tried to lift me off of him, in a haze of ecstasy I pushed him back against the couch. "No, I want you to take me right here." Glaring down at him as I stood up, I noticed his eyes had shifted to a darker, more mysterious chestnut. His stare bore right through me as I decided to put on a strip tease. Untying the front of my top, my breast bounced out, erect nipples standing at attention. Turning around I unzipped the side of my skirt, bending over so he could get a good view of my ass as I shimmied out of my skirt. After I climbed out of my boots, I turned back around to see him, discarded of his shirt, pulling at his crotch. At this point his member was begging for release. Pulling at the sides of my lacy mauve G-string to pull it down, Prince made a disapproving face.

"Uh uh. Come here." Prancing towards him and positioning my dripping womanhood right in front of his face, without warning he grabbed one side of my thong and ripped it, causing a stinging sensation to form. He thought it was funny.

"Asshole."

Kicking away my now ruined underwear, he pulled my hips towards him, massaging my thick thighs. "God you're so beautiful, and she is too." Placing my left leg on his shoulder, he blew on my swollen pearl causing me to shutter. Lapping his tongue from her wet entrance to the tip of my aching clit. "You're so wet for me Jazz." As he suckled on my clit, I swear I thought I was about to come right then. It had been so long since I felt a man eat me out, I didn't know how to act.

Grabbing a firmer grip on my hips, he jutted his tongue inside of me, sliding it in and out in slow motion. I couldn't stop shaking as I felt a strong sensation build in my lower abdomen. "Baby don't stop."

Mesmerized by the feeling, I grabbed the back of his head, ensuring that he kept going. Moaning against my moist lips sent me over. "Damn, I'm so close."

Removing his mouth off my heat he groaned, "Hold it baby." Plunging two fingers inside of me, he pumped me mercilessly. Curling his fingers inside of me and sucking on my swollen bundle of nerves sent more over the edge.

"Baby...I can't...I...", before I could even moan the rest of my sentence, the knot in my stomach unwound, sending a forceful orgasm to course through my body. I didn't even know I was a squirter. I'm surprised Prince didn't drown, it came out like a fire hose.

Laying me back on the couch, my vision was still blurry coming down from my orgasm. Kneeling in between my legs, he kissed my inner thighs before sucking on my aching clit. This mans going to be the death of me.

Leaving lingering kisses from my lower abdomen all the way up to my collarbone, he proceeded to leave love bites on every inch of my neck. Meeting me for a passionate kiss, the sweet taste of my juices coated my tongue as he engulfed my mouth.

Longing to pleasure him, I pushed down the waistband of his pants. Sitting back on his knees, I was met with the beautiful sight of his throbbing penis. For someone so short, he was definitely packing. Taking a firm grip of it, I stroked him from base to tip. By now I was salivating.

He roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You want this dick, dont you baby?" Biting my lower lip, I shook my head up and down.

"Use your words, Jazzy-Poo."

"I want it."

"Lay back." My chest heaved up and down profusely waiting for him to enter me. Capturing my left nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it before giving the other the same treatment.

Teasing me, he glided the head of his penis against my dripping entrance. Tapping it against my clit, I involuntarily squirted, causing his face to light up in excitement. "Damn she loves me already."

Resting my right leg on the back of the couch, he slowly entered me. My breath hitched as I threw my head back as he stretched my vaginal walls. As I tried to adjust to the feeling of his pulsating member inside of me, he leaned down pecking my lips. "Breath baby girl."

Finally exhaling, Prince rolled his hips in a circular motion before he started giving me slow, yet deep strokes. Eliciting countless moans out of me, I couldn't take this slow pace any longer. "Go faster baby." Not a moment sooner, he began his merciless pounding on me.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight." Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as he put all his energy into every last stroke. Gazing up at him momentarily, the love faces he made were so attractive.

Not before long, the buildup in my lower abdomen almost became too much too bear. "Auhhhh shit, right there, ahhh." Licking the tip of his thumb, he reached down and pressed on my swollen clit. Digging my nails into his shoulder blades, I reached another orgasmic high. He pulled out his glistening dick before slamming right back in me. With no relief between orgasms, my body was spent at this point. But he just doesn't give a damn about that. Placing both of my legs on his shoulders, he leaned down on me causing my body to jerk from the instant pleasure I felt from this position. Hitting my G-spot every single time, I couldn't think straight at this point. My moans became screams of pleasure.

The primal groans reverberating out of his chest sounded like music to my ears. "Fuuuuck, you feel so fucking good Jazz." The sound of moist skin slapping against each other and whimpers of sexual satisfaction bounced off the walls of the room. Feeling him become engorged let me know he was getting close. Raking my nails down his back, he groaned. From the sound he made, I'm pretty sure I just drew blood.

Holding onto him for dear life, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my third orgasm surged through my body like an electrical shock. I let out the most primal moan possible as my legs violently shaked against his chest. My walls contracted and clamped down against his engorged member as his thrusts became sloppy. He frantically pulled out of me, squirting his warm seed against stomach.

Spent from the merciless fucking we both endured, he gave me another passionate kiss before snuggling into the crook of my neck. We laid there for what seemed like forever until our ragged breathing returned to its original state. Feeling myself drift off, I heard him whisper against my neck, "Happy Birthday baby."

*😈 I mean what's better than birthday sex? How do y'all think their 'situationship' will go from here? I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! it took me like three tries to get it right😂 dont forget to vote and comment down below!*