“Well, thanks for dinner. I really enjoyed myself. You are pretty cool.”
“So this is it? The night is still young. Come up. Let’s watch a movie or something.”
My mind was telling me no, but my heart was telling me yes. I had to admit it; my pussy was begging to go.
“All right, let me park, but you better not be on no slick shit.”
“Man, don’t do that. I’m a standup dude. If you ain’t giving me the pussy, I don’t want it.”
“Mm hmm,” I said, and got out of the car.
I was nervous going up in his apartment, but I had my mace on my keychain, so I was ready in case anything happened.
He lived in a small one-bedroom apartment, but you could tell that he was a neat freak because nothing was out of place—you know my nosey ass was paying attention to everything. He poured me a glass of cheap wine and took out a Heineken for himself. We sat on the couch in the living room, talking about all kind of things. He kept pouring wine and I kept drinking. It didn’t take long for me to start feeling the buzz. I felt good, so I lay across the couch and placed my legs on him.
“Come here,” he pulled me up toward him.
“Why, what you doing?”
“Nothing, just want you close to me.”
“Boy, this our first date.”
“So what, we’re grown. There are no special rules.”
I didn’t fight it. Truth was I loved the feeling. He picked me up and took me to his bedroom. He stood me up, even though I could barely stand on my feet. He went up under my dress and unsnapped my bra, dropping it to the ground. His hands sent an electric sensation through my body as they ran down and removed my panties. I was flooding with a year of backed-up pussy juice. I put his finger in my passion hole and afterward he put it to his lips and licked it clean. Honestly, all I could think of was his cock entering me. Instead, he got on his knees, spread my legs, and started licking my pussy from the back to the front. I held on tight to the bedpost and the wall as I groaned out in ecstasy. It was the best feeling ever and I wanted to yell as he dug his tongue into my hole. I screamed louder, wanting him to fuck me.
“Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes, I love it, please fuck me,” I pleaded.
He didn’t pay me any mind. Instead, he placed my legs above his shoulder and sucked harder on my clit, holding it hostage for a while. I couldn’t contain myself; I had multiple orgasms as I released all the backed-up cum that was inside of me. I was ready to get fucked, but he didn’t seem to want to. He let me down and placed me back on the bed.
“What the fuck, you don’t want this pussy?”
“I do, but not yet. Tonight was just a little something to let you know I’m feeling you. I’m trying to make you my woman. Straight up.”
“I understand that, but my pussy is on fire. You going to leave me hanging?” I asked.
“Destiny, I would love to fuck you, but I want more from you. See, I could get pussy on the regular, but you’re so much more than a fuck. I want you, woman.”
I guessed I should be happy that his ass respected me so much, but I was a little irritated. I felt stupid that I was begging the nigga and he turned me down. I managed to stand up and grabbed my bra and drawers.
“What you doing?”
“I’m going to wash off and then I’m going home.”
“No, you’re not. You are in no position to drive. Lie down and get some rest.”
Damn! This nigga just checked me. Any other time I would’ve snapped, but this time was different. I loved his in-control attitude. Maybe this could be something that would be great for me, I thought. I rolled over on his pillow and inhaled his strong, masculine smell—I fell asleep instantly.
CHAPTER THREE
Destiny Clarke
Things between Hassan and I developed quickly. He finally gave me the dick and I was too gone. See, every man knew how to slide their cock in a hole, but it takes a unique man with skills to serenade a woman physically and mentally. The brother knew how to do that and he ate my pussy like a pro; he even licked my asshole, which sent me into frenzy. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I loved it when he blew in my asshole. Within weeks, I was totally in love with this stallion. The amount of energy he had surprised me; we would fuck for hours at a time without taking breaks and when he busted, it took nothing but a little foreplay to get him hard again. I loved a man that knew what to do with pussy.
We kept our relationship private while we were at work. I wasn’t ready to show him off to the world. I wasn’t proud that I was fucking the nurse’s aide and I damn sure didn’t want those bitches at my job to be gossiping behind my back. It was kind of hard at work not to be all up in his face, and I started to feel jealous when the younger nurses or nurse’s aides were all up in his face.
* * *
Things progressed smoothly. At first, he would be at my place three to four days out of the week, but then it became every night. We talked about it and decided it would be best for him to give up his one bedroom and move in with me. It became easier because I didn’t have to chauffeur him back and forth. It also was great for me because I got my pussy eaten every night and I had my own in-house cock. Life was great after all.
The little money he earned at the hospital was not much, but I paid most of the bills and he bought the food. I wasn’t really tripping because I knew the situation before I got in it. We ended up having a conversation about what he wanted to do in life, and he informed me that he’d always wanted to go to law school. I think it was a great idea and I was willing to help him through it.
He quit his job at the hospital and enrolled at Columbia University in Manhattan. I bought him a brand new car, a whole new wardrobe, and fixed him up. He was entering the corporate world and needed to dress the part. Yes, you could say I upgraded him. Pretty soon, he was making good grades and his future was looking brighter.
* * *
I went to the doctor earlier that day because I wasn’t feeling well. Big surprise—I was pregnant with our first child. I was so excited at the thought of having my own children to take care of. I’d made a vow a long time ago to be the best mother I could be. Unlike my donors, I was going to take care of mine. I got home and waited for Hassan to return home from school.
“Hey honey,” I greeted him as he entered the door to our house.
“Hey love, no work today?”
“No, I wasn’t feeling well so I took the day off and went to the doctor.”
“You okay? Why you didn’t call me? You know I would’ve come home.”
“No, I didn’t want to bother you, but I have some good news for you.”
“What honey? Spit it out, you know how I hate surprises.”
“We’re having a baby!”
“You playing, right?” He seemed surprised.
“No, I went in because I kept having these headaches and feeling nauseated. I thought I had a stomach bug, but the doctor ordered a pregnancy test and I found out I’m pregnant.”
He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him.
“Damn, I’m happy as fuck. I’m going to be a father. Hell yeah! We need to make it official, before my seed enters this world.”
I blinked twice and looked at him for confirmation.
“Yes, I said we need to get married. We going to be a family.”
That took me by surprise, but I had to admit that I had been thinking about it for months; We lived together and we were planning a future, so why not make it legal? I was even more excited to know that he felt the same way about me.
“Oh, I see we have a wedding to plan.”
“Yup, you will now wear my last name proudly,” he boasted.
“You know I will. I’ll become Mrs. Clarke,” I joked back.
We sat down, had dinner, and continued talking about parenthood. This would be our first child, so I thought we were both looking forward to parenting.
Hassan Clarke
I felt like I hit the jackpot once I started
fucking with Destiny. She wasn’t like the other bitches that I had fucked with. She had some aiight pussy, she sucked a mean dick, but it was the money that kept me around. The only issue I had with her was that after I gave her the dick, she got sprung. I didn’t trip though, ’cause in no time, I was living at her house. That was only the beginning. After telling her about my dream of going to law school, she surprised me when she told me she’d help me. She bought me a car and a whole new wardrobe. Fuck, I was so damn happy I almost jumped up, but I caught myself. I couldn’t risk her knowing that I was only looking for a paid piece of pussy.
I was shocked when she told me she was carrying my seed. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve always wanted kids. I just wasn’t ready and I wanted to have kids with the woman that I loved. I was still enjoying my life and didn’t want to be tied down or have any baby mama drama.
I saw some of my homeboys going through hell with their children’s mother, and they’d be taking out that child support on their asses. I was lost for words when she blurted out she was pregnant. My dumbass was so shocked I blurted out, “Let’s get married.” I tried to catch the words, but it was too late. I didn’t have a choice but to pretend like I meant every word. Destiny was happy and my daddy always told me, “Happy wife means happy life.” I hoped that old fool was correct.
In no time we were inseparable, living as a couple. I thought it was cool at first. I swear I tried to be the good man, but the hoes kept calling and my dick was getting antsy. I realized that I was not ready to settle down with one piece of pussy.
We finally tied the knot and started our lives.
* * *
I had an issue that I had to deal with. I had this chick that I was still dealing with on and off. She called me over to her house a few days after I got married. I knew she hadn’t heard about me getting married because she would’ve gone the fuck off. God knows that bitch wasn’t too right in the dome. I figured she missed me and wanted the dick. I got out of class early so I could stop by her crib. I pulled up feeling like a child in a candy store.
I walked over to her apartment and pushed the door. It wasn’t locked because she was expecting me. I entered the apartment and saw her seated on the sofa. The sight that was in front of me was enough to make me bust, before I entered the pussy. I had to give it to her—she was a bad bitch with a phat pussy and she could suck a nigga dick dry. At one point, I thought about wife-ing her ass, but I just couldn’t bring myself to commit. I liked it the way it was set up. I did me and she waited until I came around to fuck her. Imani wasn’t a fool. She knew she was the only bitch that I would spend a dollar on if I ever decided to settle down on the real. She would be my only woman.
I didn’t bother to say a word; I took off my clothes and knelt down. The sight of her juicy pussy was driving me insane. I dug my face into it and started to tear it apart. You would’ve thought that I was famished from the way I was going in. But, that wasn’t the case; the pussy was just good as fuck. You had to be a nigga to understand what I was feeling.
“Daddy, oh, this feels so fucking good.”
“Bitch, shut up and spread your legs.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy,” she mumbled.
Her moans were enough for me to flip her over and ram my dick into her ass. She was a pro when it came down to getting fucked in the ass. She handled that dick like her ass was hungry, which made me go in even harder.
“Take this dick, bitch. Take it!”
“Awww, Daddy, give it to me. I love you, Daddy. I love you.” Her words sounded like a sweet melody.
“I love you too, baby girl, now take this dick.”
Within minutes of busting in her ass, she sucked me off and my dick was rock hard again. I entered her wet pussy and put her feet over my shoulder. Her pussy was so tight that it gripped my dick with force. I beat those walls up, totally ignoring her cries. About fifteen minutes later, I nut all in her pussy, and it was a decision that I would soon regret.
I leaned back on the sofa and watched as she walked into the bathroom. I whispered a silent prayer, hoping her ass was on the pill. I damn sure didn’t want a baby in the equation right now, especially when Destiny was already carrying my child. My thoughts were interrupted when she entered the room.
“Damn boo. You laid the pipe down this time. I feel like you’ve been practicing. I hope you’re not fucking nobody else.”
“Don’t come at me with no bullshit. I’ve always fucked you good. And why the fuck are you worrying about who I’m fucking?”
“Damn! I was only playing with you. I ain’t worried about no bitch as long as you keeping me happy, Daddy.”
This bitch didn’t know it, but she just blew me. One thing I hated was a jealous-ass female. Shit, to me, these hoes were stingy. Trust me—I had enough dick to go around evenly. Ain’t no need to be greedy.
I gathered my clothing, went into the bathroom, and got into the shower. I washed thoroughly so I could remove any scent of another woman. I couldn’t risk Destiny smelling sex or even the mere smell of another woman. I got out, dried off, and got dressed.
I kissed Imani on the forehead and left, turning on my phone as I walked to my car. I glanced at the time and realized it was late as fuck. I knew Destiny was wondering where the fuck I was. My mind went into overdrive. I had to come up with the perfect reason as to why I was just making it home this time of night.
By the time I pulled up, I had the perfect story in my head. I was a little tired, but I had no intention of going to bed before I made love to my in-house bitch. I had to shut her up one way or another and a good fuck always did the trick.
CHAPTER FOUR
Imani Gibson
Okay, here we go again. I was tired of this nigga Hassan playing games with me. I mean, I’d been messing with his ass since he was doing his CNA classes on White Plains Road. His sister Charmaine was my best friend. That’s how I knew every time when he was playing games with me. She had no problem letting me know that nigga was no good for me. Trust, I didn’t need her to tell me. I knew that he was fucking other bitches.
It was cool with me at first because I was also fucking other niggas. I even fucked his homeboy, Corey. Hassan’s ass was cool at first, but the minute I gave Corey the pussy, Hassan got real disrespectful. He started calling me a bitch and a ho when he couldn’t get his way. I wasn’t used to fucking with a broke-ass nigga, but the way that nigga ate my pussy and fucked me good, I was sprung on the dick. I tried to fight my feelings for him, but I couldn’t. I quit fucking all the other niggas I was fucking around with and tried to stay true to him.
Yes, I believed all his lies. He spoke about marrying me and moving me out of the projects. I knew he didn’t have any money at the time, but his hustle was crazy; somehow, he always managed to get money. He was the only man that ever looked out for me the way he did, so I remained true to him.
* * *
“Bitch, what’s going on wit’ you? Haven’t heard from you in a minute,” Charmaine asked me over the phone.
“Nothing, just laying low. You know yo’ brother don’t want me outside around these other niggas,” I proudly said.
“You a fucking fool if you listening to his ass. He out there around other bitches.”
“I know you mean well, but I love yo’ brother. I mean, I want a future wit’ him, so I ain’t goin’ to fuck up what we got going on for these ole broke-ass niggas,” I spat.
“Bitch, do you, but you loyal to a nigga that don’t give a fuck ’bout you.”
“Damn Charmaine! Why you got to be so negative? I mean, can’t you be happy for me and him?”
“Listen, you’re my fucking friend and I don’t like the way he treats you. Furthermore, did that nigga tell you he got married?”
I paused. I wasn’t sure I heard her right. I knew she didn’t want us together, but I never imagined her going this far.
“Girl, quit playing. The only person your brother gonna marry is me. We might have our problems and
all, but we’re working them out.”
“You ain’t got to believe me. Call Ma and ask her. Better yet, the next time you see that nigga, ask him to see his phone and look up Destiny in there. You better wake the fuck up and stop being a piece of ass to a nigga that barely gives two fucks about you. You’re too pretty to settle for that.”
I was lost for words. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t want to believe what she was saying, but I knew that she wouldn’t lie to me like that.
“Listen, I’ll hit you later,” I said, and then quickly hung the phone up.
“No!” I screamed out in my apartment.
I loved this nigga and I thought he was feeling me too. I was dead wrong. I had to know the truth.
* * *
Just like I thought, that nigga rolled over to the house like nothing happened. I already had a plan in motion. I sat across from him and just gazed at this snake-ass nigga. I couldn’t believe that he played me like that. Well I didn’t need to indulge in a pity party. I got up and took off my nightgown. I watched as his face lit up and he grabbed me and pulled me toward him. As he fucked me, I threw the pussy on him. I needed him to know that there wasn’t another bitch in this life that could fuck him like I did. Shit, I might not have had anything, but I knew I had pussy.
I screamed and moaned louder to get him excited. In no time, he busted all up in my pussy and a few minutes later, he was laid up snoring on my damn couch, like an old hog. I waited for a few minutes to make sure he was really sleeping, then slowly picked up his pants and tiptoed to the bathroom. I took out his phone.
As I scrolled, I saw the name “WIFEY.” I proceeded to check the text messages and in front of me was all the proof I needed. I put his phone back in his pants, wiped my eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
Destiny Clarke
I was about three months pregnant when we got married. It wasn’t a huge wedding because I didn’t have any family besides Mama. My best friend and my co-workers also came. Hassan’s family was present. He came from a large family of women. I didn’t really click with females and I was not going to get cozy with my in-laws. I knew how it worked—as long as things were fine with the man, they’d love you, but the second you decided to kick his behind to the curb, they’d all turn against you. I’ve had my share of bad luck with in-laws before, so I kept my distance. The wedding was nice. Mama cried and told me how happy she was that I found love. I think after what happened when I was young, she thought I would never be happy. I thought so too; so far, this was the first time I could say that I was happy with my career, my husband, and baby on the way. We decided to honeymoon in the Bahamas after I had the baby; I sure didn’t want to go on vacation looking like a whale.
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