“Get you some sleep, baby,” he said as he kissed my stomach. Although he was big he still fit in the hospital bed. His hands trailed down to my stomach as he kissed and sucked on my neck. I knew there were care view monitors in every hospital room. Some of the nurses at the hospital new who Adonis was, so I’m sure they were happy to be watching our every move on that camera. The pain medicine the doctors gave me still hadn’t kicked in, so I wasn’t in the mood to get freaky with him, but the way he rubbed my inner thighs and kissed me, while whispering in my ear, took me to that special little place. He always took me there when he was in the mood.
“Baby, I don’t think doing this in the hospital is a good idea. I’m sure they’re watching us. We leave early in the morning, so we can’t do this here,” I moaned. Knowing Adonis he didn’t give a fuck what I just said. Like always once he wanted something he wasted no time getting it. “Get up,” he demanded in his deep baritone as he got out of the bed. In the back of my mind I wondered what he had up his sleeve. I obliged and got up. I was always up for what he wanted to do. Believe it or not every sexual encounter felt different, and my love for him grew every time he thrusted in and out of me. It was a sensation that I would never be able to describe as long as I lived. Once I was out of the bed, he guided me to the bathroom. “Baby, we couldn’t possibly have sex in here, it’s going to be so uncomfortable,” I whined.
“When my dick touch yo’ heart you ain’t gon’ be worried about how comfortable this mothafucka is. All I want to hear is you screaming my name. Nothing else, you understand me.” He asked in his usual commanding tone. I shook my head and watched him walk out of the bathroom. He walked swiftly to the bed and retrieved his phone from the charger. As he walked back he appeared to be looking through his phone for some music to play, he looked at me and simply asked. “You want daddy to fuck you, or you want me to make love to you? I know your head hurts, so I advise you to choose wisely.”
“Why do I have to choose, baby? I’m already used to both, I can take it.” I flirted.
“You sure? Because a nigga been under a lot of stress lately. I’m ready to pound some shit, ma, so again…you want me to go balls deep, or do you want me to softly stroke ya guts. Either way it go, I’m gon’ fuck the life outta you. I just want to make sure you prepared.”
My hand found its way to my mouth as I erupted in laughter. The look on his face was serious as hell. Not only that, but this man was searching his Spotify for music to fuck me to. When he did that, shit was about to get real. I said a silent prayer for my vagina, because I realized no matter what option I chose he was going to go balls deep either way.
When daddy was under stress he spared my kitty no mercy. I was more than ready. I just hoped I didn’t get any cramps later from our babies. He turned the radio to a Hip-Hop station which played Jay-Z and Kanye’s Niggas in Paris. We both laughed and he shrugged his shoulders. “This shit gon’ have to do, baby, a mothafucka just ready to get in them guts,” he confessed.
Once he closed the bathroom door it was on and popping. I dropped to my knees and immediately started unbuckling his pants. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as I swirled my tongue around the tip. I enjoyed teasing him every time before I took him into my mouth. I knew it drove him crazy. “Suck daddy’s dick, ma, swallow that mothafucka,” he groaned.
Don’t let me get in my zone….Don’t let me get in my zone….Don’t let me get in my zone….
Kanye blasted through the speakers as my head moved up and down swiftly as if I were bobbing for apples. “Fuck, B,” he moaned. I massaged his balls and moaned as if he was touching me in my special place. His dick was wet with my saliva, I placed my hand on the middle of his dick and massaged it to the rhythm of my head movements. I watched him as he leaned his head back and bit on his bottom lip. Damn this nigga so damn powerful and fine, he literally had me thinking that I was lucky to be here sucking his dick, having his baby, having his dick inside me. Bitches would kill to be in my position right now, I thought as I stared upon his chiseled, tatted chest and strong, masculine arms that were covered in tattoos as well.
Then my eyes roamed his body looking for my name that he had tatted in several places. “FUCKKKKKKKK,” he boomed. I was so into him that I had forgotten what I was doing. I felt his dick pulsate in his mouth and already knew what time it was. Daddy was about to come. “Fuck baby…fuck! Open your mouth for daddy,” he demanded. I stuck my tongue out like he was about to feed me the sweetest candy in the world. Once he released I swallowed everything as if it tasted like pure syrup. He breathed heavily and helped me off of my knees.
“Yo, I think that’s all a mothafucka needed. My ass ready to go count some sheep.” He stated seriously. I laughed and fixed my hair and wiped my mouth in the mirror. I was relieved, because I honestly didn’t feel like having sex in a hospital. I didn’t want these women, who praised Adonis, to hear us or worse see us doing something as sacred as that. If we weren’t here I would have begged daddy for the dick, but I’m happy he was satisfied for now. Plus, knowing him his ass would wake up in the middle of night and take it anyway.
RAMSES
I sat in the den smoking the weed that the Jamaican cartel supplied Adonis and I. The shit was so good it made you forget all your problems and had you thinking you was about to meet God himself. I was downing a bottle of Hennessey as well. Shit it may have been a bad idea to mix the two, but I needed something to take my mind off of Persia. She had been crying because I constantly ignored her once we got home. I didn’t give a fuck, though, she should have never said what she said in the first place, and we wouldn’t be in this situation. I decided that my time in my den needed to come to an end.
I turned off the surround sound that blasted Tupac, and put out what was left of the spiff I had. I stumbled out of the doorway and into the kitchen. My mind focused on the refrigerator, and a nigga’s mouth began to water at the thought of the sandwich I was about to make. Once I made it to the kitchen, I walked towards the refrigerator and opened it, pulling out all the contents I needed to make this bomb ass sandwich. Once I closed it, I saw Persia. “Damn, Casper, how the fuck you get there without me hearing you,” I said laughing at my own joke. Her eyes were red and puffy which meant her ass was still up there crying. From the look on her face, I could tell she wanted to argue. I waved her ass off just to let her know I wasn’t in the fucking mood, and I damn sure wasn’t about to blow my high.
“Ramses, can we please talk,” she pleaded.
“Ain’t shit to talk about when a nigga already know how you feel.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Ramses, I swear I didn’t. You know I would die for you.”
“Oh really? But you not willing to inspect houses for me? You claim you putting your freedom on the line, but I put my fucking freedom on the line every fucking day. If I had to die to save you tomorrow or right now, I would. I would spend my last fucking breath on this earth if it meant you and my seed were safe. But I don’t get that vibe from you, ma, I don’t feel that you’d do that for me. You not a down ass bitch, you ain’t built for a kingpin.” I hissed.
“I swear to God, on our baby that I would die for you, Ramses. I love you more than anything. I’m a rider! I swear I am.”
“Nah, you ain’t fit for me. Get the fuck out of my face,” I boomed. The alcohol must have been talking, because all sorts of crazy shit was coming from my mouth. Telling Persia she wasn’t fit for me was a motherfucking lie. I knew for a fact that if she ever left me I would most likely kill her. It was me or no one else. That’s just how I rocked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” I gritted dodging a glass that was thrown my way. I looked at her ass like she was crazy. This mothafucka had the audacity to throw a fucking glass across the fucking kitchen at me. I sat the butter knife down and promised my sandwich I would be back after I was done fucking Persia’s ass up. “What the fuck is your problem, ma, you want me to fuck you up? Do some shit like that again! Try me if you fuckin’
want to,” I ran over to her and hemmed her little ass up against the wall.
“Fuck you, I’m not scared of you, nigga. Just because I’m pregnant that doesn’t mean I can’t put my foot up your ass. Get yo fucking hands off me,” she yelled.
“Keep trying me, Persia, you lucky you pregnant, or I would have fucked you up. You better realize who the fuck you talking to,” I said as I released her and began walking away.
“I can’t wait ‘til I drop this baby. I need a new nigga anyway. Fuck you! Ivan would have never treated me like this,” she spat as she began walking out of the kitchen.
“What the fuck you just say?” I asked. I needed to make sure I heard her ass correctly. She turned around and came back into the kitchen with her hands crossed her chest. You could tell she knew she fucked up by the look that was plastered on her face. Instead of backing down she just has to throw salt in the wound.
“Ivan would have never treated me like this, “she repeated just above a whisper. It took everything in me not to run across the kitchen and strangle her ass to death. I counted to ten again, like I was supposed to do in stressful situations and calmly walked over to where she was standing. Not only did she disrespect me by saying she wanted a new nigga, she threw a low blow by mentioning the name of an ex I had her kill. Now all the thoughts I tried to put to rest of them fucking behind my back a while ago resurfaced.
A nigga was so fucking irate that she could probably see steam coming from my ears. A nigga was dark, but I bet you my face was red as fuck. She looked terrified and she should have. I walked closer to her so that my face was only inches from hers. I didn’t need to yell, No... I had done enough yelling, but I was damn sure about to get my point across in the nicest way possible. I held her hand in mine and studied her ring finger then immediately looked at her.
“I’ve never disrespected you, Persia. I’ve always supported you with whatever you did. I’ve loved you unconditionally, and I’ve been there for you through countless times. But you….. You showed me how you really feel about me and our relationship today. I think its best that you leave this house and don’t come back.” I calmly walked back over to the counter so that I could continue making my sandwich. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I said what I had to say and walked off.
PERSIA
I stood there looking at him with watery eyes, blaming myself for mentioning Ivan’s name let alone saying I needed a new nigga. If Ramses ever said he needed a new bitch or spoke about an ex, I would flip. I didn’t mean to throw a low blow, but his words cut me so deep. When he needed me the most I would always drop everything I was doing to come to his rescue. Not only that, I stayed at every crime scene of his fixing shit that they might have missed.
All the long nights and early mornings we spent together doing God knows what was proof that I was his rider, so for him to sit up here and claim that we weren’t meant to be devastated me. All I wanted to do was hurt him just as much as he hurt me. Even though he told me to leave I figured he was only talking out of anger. Ramses would never put me out of our home. Never in a million years, not my baby, I thought as I wiped my tears and exited the kitchen. Tonight I decided to sleep in the guest bedroom just to give he and I some space. Things were heated right now, and the tension in the kitchen alone was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
As soon as I got to the room I walked into the bathroom to run some bathwater. My feet were so swollen and the only way to cure the pain would be to soak in some Epsom salt. As the water ran, I dropped my night gown and pinned my hair into a ponytail. I spotted my loofa on the ground and bent down as best as I could to retrieve it. Once I lifted back up, I jumped at the sight of Ramses staring at me in the doorway. I stared at him through the mirror waiting for him to speak but he said nothing.
“Ramses, is everything ok?”
“I thought I told you to leave the house, Persia.”
“Ramses, this house is big enough for the both of us. In fact it’s so big that we can go a couple of days without seeing each other if we really wanted too. I have my own bathroom in here and some clothes. The only way we could really run into each other would be if we were in the kitchen. Other than that we don’t have to see each other at all. I understand you’re upset with what I said, but you said some hurtful shit too. But I guess since it came out of your mouth I’m supposed to suck it up and forget about it.
“You should know that I love you more than anything. I don’t need another man, and I damn sure didn’t want Ivan or I wouldn’t have killed him for you. You said something hurtful and so did I so we’re even. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a bath.” I said as I brushed past him, so that I could turn the water off. He yanked my arm and pulled my body into his. He held the back of my neck as he walked me back over to the mirror. I could feel his fingers running through my hair then all of a sudden his grip grew tighter.
“Ouch, Ramses, what the fuck are you doing? Let my hair go,” I pleaded.
“Claim you want a new nigga or compare me to another mothafucka again if you want to and watch what the fuck happens. I been letting you slide with the disrespect lately, but that shit about to come to an end. You don’t run shit up in this mothafucka, I do. Fix yo’ mothafucking mouth or I will, Persia. Do you understand me?” he calmly spoke in a deep baritone.
I watched him through the mirror and could smell the alcohol on his breathe. I could tell that he was drunk, but I’m sure he meant every word he said. You could never take a threat from Ramses lightly, his last name wasn’t Smith for nothing. I guess I didn’t answer him as fast as he wanted me to because his grip grew tighter. “Yes, Ramses, damn I understand now let me go.”
He smirked and slapped my ass with his free hand while he still had a grip on my hair with the other. He gently leaned my head back and licked my neck as he cupped my breast. “You like when daddy get rough don’t you, ma,” he asked me. His large manly hands traveled down my body searching for my love box, and when he finally found it my body jolted on contact. It was like my pearl was familiar with daddy’s touch, because every time he touched me in that special place an exhilarating shock wave ignited in my body. “You love me,” he asked coldly.
“Yes, you know I do,” I answered. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head as he massaged my other pair of lips.
“Good girl, hurry up and take a bath, because Briana wants you at the hospital with her. I got to go to the warehouse with Adonis and Turk, so I’ll have James take you. He’s already outside.” He said as he slapped my ass once more and walked off.
I wanted to soak in the warm water for a little bit but my best friend had been through so much and I knew she needed me. It was going on 1:00am right now, and in the beginning of November, so I knew it had to be freezing. I hopped in the shower and washed up as quickly as I could then grabbed the towel that hung on the door and went into the room. Once I applied my shea butter body cream to my skin, I quickly put on my underwear and bra and walked into the small closet.
I didn’t have much in the guest room closet, so I decided on something comfortable. I saw a PINK jogging suit hanging up in the corner with a pair of UGG boots that matched on the floor. Once I was dressed, I put my hair in my ponytail and sprayed my pear glace body mist and headed out of the door.
I figured Ramses was gone already because I didn’t see his black Navigator outside. I walked up to the truck, and greeted James with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Come along now, Persia, its cold outside. We don’t want you and the baby catching a fever,” he said in his thick British accent. I quickly got in the car and buckled my seatbelt. Once James got back into the driver’s side, we quickly took off, and we were on our way to the hospital.
On the drive there I found myself constantly calling Ramses. Either the phone would keep ringing or he would send me to voicemail. I was honestly confused because he would always pick up when I called, even if he was out with the boys. I tapped on the partition and James rolled it down halfway as he looked at
me in the mirror. “Yes, Persia. What do you need, my dear?”
“When was the last time you talked to Ramses, because he’s not answering his phone?”
“I talked with him before I arrived. He told me to tell you that he was going to be pretty busy tonight, he was going to call you later on tonight when he got home. Don’t worry, sweetheart, he is fine.” James said without making eye contact. I exhaled and looked out of the window for a little bit before I turned my attention back to James.
“Are you and Barbra dating,” I blurted out. He had been over her house a lot lately when Briana and I would show up. Also whenever they seemed to look at one another it would be longer than usual and Barbra would always blush. If they weren’t already dating they sure were about to start. James shifted in his seat uncomfortably and repositioned his tie.
“Persia, Barbra is a beautiful woman. I have known her for many years. Let’s just say she will always hold a special place in my heart,” he confessed. He obviously didn’t want to elaborate on their situation, so I let it be. I rolled the partition back up and reclined the seat a little bit so that I could get comfortable. As we passed houses rattled with Christmas lights and listened to the Christmas station on the radio I dozed off.
“Persia, sweetheart! Wake up.” I heard James yell as he shook my shoulder. I jolted out of my sleep and checked my surroundings. I saw an ambulance pull up to the emergency entrance and quickly looked at James. “Briana, is waiting dear,” he said as he stuck his hand out. I grabbed it and held on to his arm as he helped me out of the car.
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