Nola’s sniffles rocked her narrow shoulders as she tried to stop crying. Her small hand clutched at the material of my shirt on my chest. I wanted to push her back so she wasn’t sitting right over my ever-swelling d**k, but she was clutching me as though she wouldn’t be moved.
“Who is this boy your mother was talking about? Do you really have a boyfriend?” I asked trying to ease the roughness from my tone. Jealous acid rolled through my stomach with the thought.
Nola shook her head, but did not answer.
“Oh. He broke up with you then.” Why did I sound so relieved about that?
Nola tucked her face between my shoulder and chin so that I could feel her warm breaths against my neck. I held her in my arms praying she didn’t recognize the bulge she was sitting on, as her daddy’s wayward c**k g
