I started pulling the straps to my dress off as I stared at him. He exhaled and began shaking his head as if he were irritated, but he never took his eyes off of my body. “Stay with me tonight, baby…please,” I said as my dress dropped to the floor.
I untied my lace bra, which held the girls up perfectly, and threw it across the room. Once my breasts were exposed he licked his lips, but still maintained the cold glare. I walked over to the couch and sat down as I spread my legs. Even though my stomach was huge, I was still killing shit hands down. I pulled my panties to the side and began massaging my clit as I moaned his name softly. I closed my eyes as powerful sensations shot through my body.
“Ramses, baby…please stay with me.” I moaned softly. Once I opened my eyes again his jacket was off, and he began walking towards me. Got his ass, I thought as I watched him sit on the table in front of me. He grabbed my ankles and spread them apart so that he could get a better view.
“Play with that pussy,” he demanded as he stared at my pearl. I brought my finger up to my mouth, and began sucking on it before I brought it down to my pearl. I began working my finger in a circulation motion with one hand, while my other hand massaged my breasts. I guess he was liking the show I was putting on, because he stared at me seriously as he licked his lips and clenched his jaw. He leaned in a closer and ran his hands up my inner thigh, while I continued to moan out his name.
He parted my lips and inserted one finger into my opening. I was as sure as gone at that point. That was the most sexual contact I had received since I left, and damn did it feel amazing. I squeezed my eyes shut as his fingers went in and out of me slowly. He then took his finger out of me and placed it in his mouth before he inserted it in me once again. He was driving me insane. Of course I loved the attention he was giving me, but I had been craving the dick for some time now, and I wanted it badly.
“Fuck me, baby,” I said softly as I looked into his dark, piercing eyes. He took his finger out once more and put it into his mouth before he stood up and took his shirt off. His chest was so tatted and chiseled, the v in his stomach, along with his muscular arms had me dripping. He unbuckled his belt and threw it across the room. I sat up and motioned for him to come closer with my finger. Once his body was eye level, I began unbuttoning his pants.
I pulled out his large, thick dick and placed my lips on the head. It smelled so good and he was rock hard, which meant he was more than ready for what I had in store for his ass. I placed my hand on the base of his dick as I licked the tip and sucked on the head. My head bobbed up and down on his shaft while he placed his hands on the back of my head. “Fuck, baby,” he blurted out as he clenched his jaws and stared at me. The only thing that could be heard in the room was his grunting, and the sucking noises I made while devouring daddy’s dick. He moved my hair from my face and began working his dick in and out of my mouth.
“It taste so good, daddy,” I moaned before he pulled me off of the couch.
“Walk that ass in that fucking room,” he demanded as he slapped my ass. I did as I was told and made sure I put some pep in my step, so that my ass could jiggle a little bit more. I knew he was watching, and I knew for a fact that it would drive daddy crazy. Once we were in the room, I laid down on the bed and turned on the lamp that sat on my night stand. I watched this sexy ass man as he took off the rest of his clothes and walked over to the bed. I already knew what time it was, and I was more than ready for what I had missed so much. He positioned himself on top of me and began sucking on my breasts.
“Oh yes, baby,” I moaned a lot. My breasts were extremely sensitive, and I loved the feeling of his tongue as he sucked on each of my nipples. He then began to plant kisses down my stomach and thighs. He skipped over my pussy and planted more kisses down my legs. I was kind of bummed out, because I was anticipating his tongue making contact with my pearl, but I guess he had other plans. All of a sudden he parted my legs and began devouring the sensitive area that rested between my legs.
“Oh God,” was all I managed to mutter out. I asked no one in particular how this man could sit up here and eat my pussy as good as he was.” Oh my God, baby,” I screamed. He sucked on my lips and flicked his tongue over my pearl several times before he inserted his finger. I squeezed the sheets so tight that I’m sure my veins were going to pop out. “Oh goodness, daddy. Oh God you’re going to make me come,” I screamed as I began grinding into his face. He then lifted up and smiled at me as he grabbed the back of my head and made me kiss him. As we kissed I felt his dick at my opening. I squeezed my eyes shut and positioned myself a little better, so that I would be ready for his girth. He stuck the tip in slowly and began to push the rest in a little slower.
“Fuck,” he grunted when he realized how tight I was. He looked at me and placed his hands around my neck. Once he was all the way in, he savored the feeling a little bit, and stared down at me. He didn’t move or make a sound, just stayed still. Janet Jackson’s Oh Baby played in the distance while we eyed each other. “You love me, P,” He asked in a deep, sexy baritone that made me even wetter.
“Yes, daddy, I love you so much,” I answered as a single tear slid down my face. He kissed it before it could fall onto the pillow, and began his powerful deep thrusting that I loved so much. I closed my eyes and bit the bottom of my lip, as he took me to another place unimaginable. “Fuck me, baby, oh God yes,” I screamed out as he placed his hand in mine. I don’t know if it was the music or the snow that began to fall outside that made this night so magical. I began squeezing my pussy muscles around his dick and he began landing lethal deep strokes inside of me.
“I love you, Persia,” He groaned as he began leaving hickeys all over my neck.
“I love you more, daddy,” I moaned out as I dug my nails into his back.
“Say it louder, ma,” he demanded as he stroked me to perfection.
“I…oh God, baby…love you,” I screamed a little louder as I tried to keep up with his strokes.
“Louder; let the neighbors fucking know you love me,” he demanded as he thrusted harder inside of me. The music, along with the slapping noises our bodies made drove me wild.
“I LOVE YOU… I LOVE YOU… I LOVE YOU…. BABY, I LOVE YOU,” I screamed from the top of my lungs as I came. My body began shaking and jerking as I tried to regain my composure. He began laughing at me as he kissed my forehead softly. His grunting became louder and his thrusts started getting faster. I grabbed ahold of my legs and tried to bring them back as far as possible. Daddy and I already knew what time it was. It was now his turn…it was my turn to bring him to ecstasy. That special place that I’d just left seconds ago. As I moaned, I stared up at the man I loved so much and watched as sweat beads ran down his forehead and landed on my chest. I matched his powerful strokes.
“Fuck, ma,” he grunted before he plunged his dick in me and buried his face in my neck. He had climaxed. He was there…that place where I wanted him to be. He soon collapsed beside me and breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath. I turned over on my side and placed my head on his chest as he played with my hair, which was now all over the place.
“Marry me,” He blurted out. I sat up and tried to comprehend what I just heard.
“Wait…what did you just say?” I asked as I looked at him. He looked at me with that same glare. “Marry me, Persia. Let’s make it official,” he repeated. My hands immediately covered my mouth as I sat on my knees. Tears started falling. I was speechless. Just a few hours ago, I thought he hated me, but now the love of my life was asking me to marry him. I couldn’t speak, when I tried to, nothing came out. He got up out of the bed and walked out of the room.
Seconds later he came back with his pants in his hands. He dug in the pockets before he pulled out a velvet box. He walked back over to the bed and bent down on one knee. “Persia, I love you more than you will ever know, ma. You’re the love of my life and more. The air that I breathe, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know you ain’t mean what y
ou said in the way that I heard it. I know for a fact that you would put your life on the line for me, and you have several times. You’re having my baby, and I want you to be mine forever,” he said as he admired me. I was literally balling. Instead of saying yes, I shook my head up and down frantically as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes, baby, yeessss!” I finally managed to say as we stopped hugging. He opened the velvet box and inside was an eight carat diamond ring with our initials engraved inside of the band.
“It’s so beautiful, baby….it’s so beautiful.” I cried as he slid it on my finger.
“I don’t want a big wedding, ma. I want you to be my wife now. Let’s go down to the courthouse tomorrow morning and make it official.” He said as he got back into the bed. I never liked big weddings anyway, so I was more than down with his idea.
“I love you so much, Ramses, so much,” I said as I laid back down on his chest. I admired the ring, twisting my hand back and forth, watching it glisten under the moon light. I had to be the happiest girl in the world right now. I was pregnant with my husband’s first child, we had made up and now I was his wife.
“I love you too, baby,” he said as he caressed my stomach.
ADONIS
I watched Briana as she sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a small tank top that barely fit her and some lace panties. “Come here, baby,” I called out. She turned the TV off and began crawling towards me. Once she was close enough, she sat on top of me and smiled as her hands trailed up my chest. “Yes, daddy,” she answered as she smiled.
“You’ll be seven months soon, which means we need to come up with some names for my boys,”
“You want them to have a Greek name like you or something different?” She asked. What she didn’t know was that I already picked out the names for my boys. If they were Smiths they were going to have names as powerful as mine. I wanted mothafuckas to stop in their tracks when they heard my sons’ names. Fuck a regular name, their names were going to be different just like mine was.
“I picked the names out already, baby,” I said as my hands slowly traveled over her stomach.
“Let me hear them,” she said excitedly.
“I want their names to be Agassi and Ares,” I spoke proudly. She appeared to be in deep thought as she placed her hands on top of mine. All of a sudden one of my boys kicked.
“I think they like those names, baby,” she smiled as she bent down and kissed me. “I love them too. I like how different they are. It sucks being in a classroom with several different Briana’s.”
“I bet you was the prettiest Briana in the classroom, though, baby. I know for a fact that you stood out the most, that you turned heads, and that everyone knew that you were different from any other Briana’s they’ve ever met,” I told her as I ran my hands up her thighs. She tilted her head to the side and smiled at me biting down on her bottom lip. “I love you,” was all she said before she started to grind on my already hard dick.
“You know what you getting yourself into, ma?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded and took off her tank top allowing her breasts to make a grand entrance. I turned off the light with a clap of my hands and was ready to mud dive in some pussy.
MIRACLE
I rinsed the last dish and dried it off before I placed it in my cabinet. I grabbed a paper towel and sprayed some disinfectant on the counter before I wiped it off and threw the damp towel away. Every room in my kitchen was now spotless. I had taken a nice soothing bath and enjoyed a glass of wine earlier. My mom had Kenneth, which was great, because I had time to actually get some things accomplished before he came back home in the morning.
Hell, I was even able to get a few loads of laundry done so my ass felt great. I walked into my living room and turned on the flat screen TV that was mounted on my wall. I flipped through the channels and came upon Love and Hip-Hop, which always had drama. Turk’s ass would be perfect for this show, I said out loud sipping on my wine. My quality time was suddenly interrupted by the loud banging on my door. I was slightly confused, because I wasn’t expecting company. I turned the volume down and sat my glass down as I slowly walked towards the door.
“Who is it,” I yelled.
“Help, I’ve been shot,” Turk’s voice boomed on the other end. I unlocked the door and opened it. He fell straight to the ground covering his chest. Blood was everywhere and even on his face. Tears began falling fast as I realized that he could be dying right now. His feet were outside of the door. I got up and began dragging him inside. Once he was in, I closed the door and fell to my knees.
“Baby, what happened?” I screamed as my voice cracked. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and I’m sure he was going in and out of consciousness. I applied pressure to the spot with the most blood to stop some of the bleeding. “Baby, what happened,” I screamed again. He still didn’t answer me.
“You’re a fighter, baby, you’re a fighter. Don’t give up on me. Please, Turk, don’t give up on me,” I screamed as I rushed over to my cellphone. There was so much blood on my hands that when I picked the phone up it immediately fell. I picked it up again and saw that the screen was completely cracked. I felt hopeless and alone. He was there dying, and there was nothing I could do about it. I rushed back over to him and placed his head in my lap as I held his hand in mine. “Somebody help me, please fucking help me. He’s dying,” I screamed from the top of my lungs as I cried my eyes out.
“Turk, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me, baby. Stay with me,” I begged as his eyes began to close. “Please, God, don’t take him away from him,” I begged, looking at the ceiling as if I was talking to God Himself. He began mumbling, and I couldn’t hear him so I bent down so that my ear was inches from his mouth. “Say it again, baby, say it,” I screamed.
“You just been punk’d, fam,” he mumbled again before he began laughing hysterically. I was busy trying to come to grips with everything that went down. He looked at me as he smirked and began wiping the fake blood off of his lips. “Say, fam, you got more leftovers from earlier? Grams cheated me out of some stuffing cus I cursed at her today.” He said before I slapped the holy shit out of his ass. I slapped him so damn hard that real spit mixed with fake blood escaped his mouth. He held his cheek while he smirked at my ass.
“How fucking dare you do that shit to me! Do you know that I actually thought I was about to lose your dumb ass? You ain’t shit, Turk. I swear you ain’t shit. I fucking hate you.” I said as more tears came falling. Maybe it was the fact that his ass actually wasn’t about to die that had me crying. Maybe they were tears of joy mixed with anger, but I know for a fact that I was livid right now. I stood to my feet and walked into the kitchen as I grabbed a paper towel.
He stood off to the side and studied me as I wiped the tears from my face and blood from my hands. “How the fuck did you get all that blood on you, Turk? It’s all over my damn floor...all over my phone…my fucking phone is now broken all because of you,” I shouted.
“Good, now you can’t speak to that fuck nigga you was talking too earlier,” he said with a smirk on his face. I swear it took everything in me not to fuck this man up. He was so out of line and so damn childish that it killed me.
“Where you get all the damn blood from, Turk? Is it going to leave a stain on my damn floors?” I asked him.
“I got it from party city, they was having a sale,” he smiled. He took off his shirt and placed it in my washing machine.
“And?” I pressed.
“And what, fam?” he asked as if he was annoyed.
“Is it going to leave a damn stain on my floor AND are you going to replace my damn phone, Turk?” I asked getting irritated.
“It will come off, and I’ll replace your stupid ass phone. It ain’t my fault you can’t handle big things,” he smirked.
“Turk, what in the hell does me handling big things have to do with my phone?”
“You got an iPhone 6 Plus, right? How the fuck that big ass phone slip out y
our gorilla hands, fam? Proof that you can’t handle big things.” He said laughing. I charged his ass and started hitting him upside the head. He was seriously starting to piss me off. I wanted him gone before I began to give into him like I always did. He grabbed ahold of me and pinned me up against the wall as he stared at me.
“You really trying to beat a nigga’s ass ain’t you?” he asked as he laughed. I mean mugged him and looked away because I was that pissed.
“You know you got some sexy ass delicate hands, ma. I’m just fucking with you. You can’t take a joke?” He said as he leaned in closer. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. He knew how to make my knees go numb. He knew he still had me.
“Baby, Kenneth is right there,” I lied pointing to the bottom of the steps. He continued to hold me as he buried his face in my neck. I felt his warm tongue making contact with my neck as he let go of my arms and began caressing my ass.
“Turk, please stop,” I slightly moaned as he pressed his body against mine.
“Your mouth saying one thing, but your body saying another, ma,” he said as he ran his hands up my back. I had on a long t-shirt with no bra, so he easily could have exposed me if he really wanted to. He stepped back and looked me over as a smile started to form on his face. “You told me you loved me and that you couldn’t see yourself without me,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“First of all, just because we beefing that doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you. Second of all, you getting a little bit beside yourself, because I never said I couldn’t see myself without you. You must have been hearing shit,” I said as I tried to walk away. Turk was looking so damn sexy, and he had me hot, so I needed to walk away before he found out what he was doing to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him as he hugged me tightly.
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