“Where the fuck you think you going? You think I’m gon’ let you get away from me that easily,” he said as he gripped my ass tightly and smacked it.
“Ouch, Turk, please let me go. You’re hurting me with your heavy handed ass,” I fumed.
“Oh, so you don’t like it rough anymore? That nigga you fucking with got my wife getting soft?” he asked smacking my ass harder.
“I don’t fuck with anybody…he’s just a friend of mine.”
“That’s about to end up dead,” he threatened.
“What about the bitch that answered your phone,” I shot back.
“That was my fucking maid, ma. Trust and believe I don’t have females at my crib. That’s a no go. You can’t trust these hoes. You the only woman, besides Grams, Bri, and P, who done stepped foot in my shit.” He stated seriously.
“Plus I ain’t dumb enough to have a bitch answer my fucking phone when I know my wife is calling. We feuding right now, but I know who I’m gon’ end up with. Those hoes don’t mean shit to me. And to be honest, I ain’t fucked nobody. I’ve been with Adonis non-stop, because he’s showing me the ropes to the game. Hoes ain’t been on my mind, but it’s like you don’t understand that shit, ma.” He said as he pulled me away from him. I stood there contemplating what he just said. Of course I wanted to believe him, but right now I couldn’t. If that was the case, then that was all he had to say to begin with instead of dodging me like I was a hoe off the streets.
I looked at him and studied the small tear drop under his eye that he got for his mom and sister. I had no intentions on ever leaving Turk, yet he couldn’t understand that. What I wasn’t about to do was let him do whatever while I stayed here being locked down. If he wasn’t offering a relationship now, then I was going to continue to do me. If Donald really showed me that he wanted me then I was just going to have to rock with him instead of Turk. I wasn’t anybody’s toy or pushover, and I was about to show his ass that.
“I’m down with whatever you got going on, Turk. I can hold you down. Let’s get back together,” I wanted to test him and feel him out.
“I don’t know, ma. I don’t think it’s a good time for all that,” he said as he shook his head from side to side. I looked at him and began laughing, because I knew he was full of shit.
“Get the fuck out, Turk. I don’t know why you constantly come over here. You be on the same shit. You gon’ have to watch somebody else make me happy while you sit on the sidelines hating, because you could never get your shit together. I’m so damn sick of you. And take your bloody ass shirt out of my damn washing machine.” I said as I walked over to the door and opened it.
“You better close that mothafucka, because I ain’t fucking leaving. Now where the fuck is the leftovers?” he said as he went through my fridge and pulled out the container Grams made for me. I closed the door and walked into the kitchen. “You want some? Better say it now, because you ain’t getting none of my shit when I’m done fixing it,” he said.
“Turk, I asked you to leave.”
“I said I’m not fucking leave. You don’t know fucking English?”
“Turk, I’m not even trying to argue with you, just go please.”
“Damn, fam, she gave you more candied yams than she gave me,” he said.
I exhaled, grabbed my Swiffer mop out of the closet, and walked into the living room to clean the blood stain off of the ground. It was the best way to keep myself from really going in on Turk’s ass. I knew that he wasn’t going to go anywhere so I gave up. I walked over the blood stain and began mopping it up. The stain came off easily, and I was excited, because I didn’t want Kenneth to think something happened to his mommy while he was gone. Once I was done, I folded the mop back up and turned around, only to be met with Turk’s glare.
“You look so fucking sexy while you clean, baby. Them fucking legs and thighs got a nigga ‘bout ready to hop over this counter and tackle your ass.”
I ignored him and placed the mop back into my closet. I walked into my room and took the dirty t-shirt, covered in fake blood, off. I grabbed a tank top out of my dresser and put it on. I closed my room door and walked over to my bed, so that I could lay down. I felt hopeless. Not only was my phone broken so I couldn’t call for help, but I was stuck in a house with Turk. I prayed that he stayed in the living room and left my ass alone, because I was not in the mood for his shenanigans. As I watched the snow fall outside of my window, I drifted off to sleep.
TURK
Once I was done eating, I placed my dirty dish in the sink, and made my way to Miracle’s room. A nigga was full, and the best thing that went with a full stomach was a magnificent, mind boggling nut. I knew Miracle could give me that. She seemed a little pissed at a nigga, so I wasn’t sure if she would let up or not, but it was worth a try. Either way, I was staying the night whether she liked it or not. I was determined to find out who the mothafucka was that she was seeing, so that I could dead him. It must have been a nigga I didn’t know, because everybody knew that she was my girl. Not only that, she wasn’t to be fucked with. She probably fucking with a lame ass corporate nigga, I thought as I walked towards her bed. I dropped my pants and climbed in bed with her. I moved closer to her, so that my dick was on her ass as I rubbed her back.
“Baby, wake up,” I said as I gently shook her. She swatted me away and continued to sleep. I slipped my hand under the covers and moved her panties to the side. Once my hand made contact with her wetness, her ass instantly sprouted up.
“No, Turk, stop it,” she said as she moved my hand away. I placed the covers over my head as I dipped down and spread her legs apart. “TURK, NO,” she said as she tried to close her legs. I took one hard lick from her opening to her clit, and she let out the sexiest moan I had ever heard.
She began kicking her legs and ended up kneeing my ass in the jaw. “What the fuck, Miracle,” I yelled.
“We not about to do this right now, Turk,” she yelled as she pulled her t-shirt down.
“Alright, we can do it in five minutes,” I said seriously. She looked at me as she shook her head and stared out of the window.
“I mean we aren’t doing this now…five minutes from now…not anymore until you get your shit together.”
“Miracle, stop fucking playing and give me my pussy,” I said as I parted her legs again. There was no way she could stop me now, because I had full control. I pulled my dick out and inserted it slowly. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Her walls felt like Heaven, and a nigga was trying not to bust already, but she was making it impossible.
“Turk, you feel so good,” she moaned loudly as I dug her back out. I stared down at her and watched her breasts moved with a rhythm that hypnotized me. I was so in love with this girl, and she ain’t even know. The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and the soft moans that escaped her mouth as I made love to her, drove a nigga literally insane. If she thought I was about to let another take what belonged to me, she had me all the way fucked up. I sat up and pinned her legs behind her head as I began stroking her harder and going balls deep.
“This my pussy, huh? Tell me this my pussy,” I grunted as I watched her grab the headboard and bite down on her lip.
“You know it is, daddy,” she moaned out as she made the love faces I fell in love with.
“Let me hear you say this my pussy,” I requested plunging deeper into her wetness. Her pussy was so good that it had my ass about to propose to her.
“It’s your pussy, this is your pussy, baby,” she cooed as she clamped her pussy muscles around my dick. She was about to come.
“You about to come for me, ma?” I asked as I bent down and kissed her. She shook her head up and down as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I looked over at our reflection in the mirror and smirked. “Get up, ma,” I ordered as I let her ankles go.
She sat up and smiled at me with the look of love and lust plastered on her face. “Face the mirror for me, I want that face down and ass up for daddy
. Show me you can take this dick,” I demanded as I smacked her ass. My baby did as I told her. I massaged my dick as I admired how pretty her pussy was. That pussy need some tongue action, I thought. I spread her lips apart and stuck my tongue deep inside of her wetness. I slurped and sucked on her pussy until she literally begged me to stop. I licked her juices from my lips and positioned myself behind her.
“Look in the mirror,” I demanded as I gripped her hair. I began thrusting as hard as I could inside of her walls. I smacked her ass with one hand and held onto her hair with the other. I was determined to let her know that no mothafucka on this earth could fuck her like I could…eat that pussy like me…or love her like me. She was mine and would always be mine.
“OHHHHH FUCK OHH GOD, TURK…BABY, I CANT TAKE IT, “she screamed.
“You can’t take daddy’s dick? Huh,” I grunted as I sped up the pace.
“I can baby…I CAN...FUCK YES I CAN,” she screamed again. Her pussy felt so good that I couldn’t even reply back to her. My toes began curling and I began fucking her a little bit faster.
“Oh, baby, I’m coming…’m coming, Turk, yes, daddy,” she hollered out.
“Me to, ma, daddy’s coming too,” I boomed as I released my seeds in her.
“That had to be the best nut I ever experienced in my life,” she said out of breath. I stared at her through the mirror and ran my hand down her back.
“It’s plenty more where that came from, ma,” I said before I collapsed on the bed.
BRIANA
I blasted the Christmas station as I popped some chocolate chip cookies in the oven. I walked back into the living and saw Esmeralda, our maid, standing on a stool as she placed colorful ornaments on our large Christmas tree. “Here Elly, let me help you with that,” I said, calling her by the nickname I had given her some months ago. She had so much shit in her hands, I was certain she would fall if I didn’t help her out. I grabbed the ornaments from her and began putting them on the tree myself. I suddenly paused because my twin boys began kicking and moving. I placed my hand on my stomach and smiled to myself, as I imagined the day they would finally be here.
“Can I feel,” Elly said as she smiled.
“Of course, feel here,” I said as I walked towards her. She stepped off of the stool and placed her hands on my stomach. She jumped when one of them kicked again and laughed as she touched the side of my face.
“Big strong boys, they will be,” she said in her thick Latin accent.
“What y’all doing in here.” Adonis’ voice boomed from behind us. He stood next to the couch buttoning up his shirt with a smirk on his face. This man was just fine. His beard was neatly shaped up and his ceaser haircut was cut to perfection with waves that made you sick. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the many tattoos that adorned his muscular arms. He was doing things to me without even touching me right now. I stood there staring at him as if he was a complete stranger, as if this man wasn’t already mine.
“You gon’ keep staring at me, or are you gon’ answer my question,” he said as his dark, piercing eyes stared right through my soul.
“Speak, Bri,” Esmeralda said as she tapped my shoulder. Adonis began laughing again as he slowly walked towards me. His cologne immediately began to invade my nostrils and my kitty instantly began to get wet. He stood inches from me and leaned in closer so that he could whisper in my ear.
“Daddy got you wet, baby? Let me taste it real quick before I go,” I instantly began smiling. I looked over to Esmeralda, who seemed to be enjoying the show. I didn’t want her to see him doing what he was about to do, so I had to think of something to get her to leave.
“Elly, can you go check on the cookies. I think they’re done.” A look of disappointment spread across her face as she left and went into the kitchen. As soon as the coast was clear, Adonis immediately stuck his hand in my shorts and began massaging my pearl.
“Daddy made you this wet without even touching you?” he smirked. He pulled his hands from my panties and admired it. He then stuck both of his fingers in his mouth and grabbed me by the neck as he kissed me deeply.
“Good God in the Heavens,” Esmeralda said as she stood in the door way holding her Jesus piece. We both looked at her then erupted into laughter. Adonis grabbed my hand and guided me to the front door. He towered over me as he moved a few strands of hair out of my face before he kissed my forehead.
“I want you to pack your stuff, because I have a surprise for you,” he spoke.
“Where are we going this time, baby?”
“Just pack and be ready for me tonight. I’ll come get you and we’ll take off.”
The tie that rested on his neck was untied, so I began to tie it for him. I felt his eyes on me as I tightened it and flicked off a piece of cotton form his shoulder. “There, baby, you’re good to go,” I said as I handed him his coat. He kissed me passionately then he bended down and kissed and caressed my stomach.
“Don’t forget to pack, ma,” were his last words before he unlocked the door and walked out. I watched him as he got into his truck. The gates slowly opened and he exited as Miracle and Persia drove in. Esmeralda suddenly appeared behind me with a plate of the cookies. I took one and watched my girls as they ran to the front door.
“Don’t slip, y’all acting like it just wasn’t snowing last night,” I warned.
“Girl, I’m ready to move. This Chicago weather is just too damn much for me,” Persia said as she and Miracle stepped foot in the doorway. We all hugged each other as Esmeralda began taking their coats. We walked into the living room and they plopped down on the couch as I set the cookies and milk on the table.
“Damn, y’all tree shitting on my little tree,” Miracle said.
“Esmeralda helped me with the colors and stuff. I’m loving it as well.” I said as I looked at both of them. They appeared to be glowing. They were so beautiful and their skin looked radiant from the glow of the Christmas lights.
“Y’all seriously over there glowing…I know my girls…y’all got some dick,” I teased as I stuffed a cookie in my mouth. They laughed like little school girls and covered their mouths.
“I guess we all got some last night. Who’s going first? Persia, since you smiling the hardest spill the beans, bitch,” I said.
“Well…Ramses dropped me off last night. I lied and told him that I had a broken light in my bathroom. He took the bait and came into the apartment with me. Once he saw that there was no broken light in the bathroom, he wanted to leave but I stopped his ass. I began fingering myself and he immediately gave in. I guess I put it on his ass, because he proposed to my ass right after, and now I’m married…BAM,” Persia yelled as she flashed her hand. That had to be one of the biggest rocks I had ever seen. We all began jumping up and down crying. Miracle and I hugged Persia and wiped the tears off of her face.
“I’m now Mrs. Smith, and I’m married to the love of my life. I couldn’t be any happier you guys.” Persia said as she wiped tears from her face. I looked at my best friend and could tell that she was genuinely happy. She was beaming inside and you could see it from a mile away.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting married this morning? We would have come with you guys,” Miracle said.
“Ramses didn’t want anybody there except me, him, and our little girl,” she said as began crying again.
“Persia, I am so happy for you. I’m going to have a little niece. She’s going to be gorgeous just like you,” I said as I hugged her again. Esmeralda saw that we were crying and brought us a box of tissues. After we wiped our faces, we sat back down and gathered ourselves.
“Miracle, it’s your turn,” Persia said, sipping on her glass of milk.
“Well…Turk busted through my door with blood all over him, claiming he had gotten shot. I’m crying and having a panic attack as I’m trying to dial the police. My hands are so drenched in blood that my phone falls to the floor and cracks instantly. Now I’m really feeling doomed. So I go over to his a
ss, screaming for someone to help us, and then this nigga says I been punk’d. I slapped the taste out of his mouth, and he got up unfazed, like he ain’t just do some crazy shit. To make a long story short…we argued for a while…I went to sleep, then he comes in my room and takes it. It was so good y’all, I’m not gon’ lie, but now we’re back at square one. He hasn’t contacted me all day.” She said as she shook her head.
“Miracle, you know where you fucking up at? You making yourself too available. You not dodging his ass. You not putting your foot down. That’s why he’s not taking you as serious as you want him to. Ignore the nigga, if he knocks on your door, don’t answer it. Duck and dodge that nigga ‘til it makes him sick to his fucking stomach. Then I can guarantee you that he will come running back. You got to be tougher. He used your ass for some pussy last night, and you didn’t even know it. Got my boo up in here glowing for no damn reason. Last night at the dinner you said two can play that game, right? Well show his ass. Make his ass regret that he lost you, Miracle.” Persia said as she looked Miracle directly in her eyes.
“Hold up, P, you trying to drive Turk away or nah?” I said.
“No the real question is…is he trying to drive Miracle away? This man is really starting to piss me off. Had us introduce her to him, only for him to continue on with this bullshit. Miracle, do as I say and watch what happens.”
“He told me that he’s been with Adonis at the warehouse because Adonis is showing him the ropes to the business. Then he said that he actually hasn’t been with any women lately. I don’t know what to believe, y’all. My heart is in deep with this man, my son loves him and everything,” Miracle said as she shook her head.
“You want him back, then do what I just told you, Miracle. It’s that simple.” Persia said before she got up and walked into the kitchen. Seconds later she appeared with a bag of chips and dip and plopped down on the couch.
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