I ignored her and traced the folds of her wet slit. “I asked you…to…stop.” Her voice was becoming faint, so I knew that she was becoming weak to my touch. I ripped her dress open down the center and sucked her ta ta’s wit’ a hunger that was almost animalistic in its intensity.
“Please, Blunt, don't.”
I ignored her once again. I took her hand and wrapped it around my engorged muscle. When Mo’ felt my length and width, and its granite-like hardness, a moan escaped from her throat. I lifted one of her legs up, wrapped it around my waist, and slid my hardness deep inside her pussy. I grinded inside of her slow and hard until she grinded back in rhythm.
“Damn, Bae, yo’ pussy is my weakness,” I whispered in her ear as I hit the bottom.
“Ooh, Blunt, you’re turning me on talking like that,” she muttered and bit down on her bottom lip. Her pussy gripped my manhood like a glove.
“I’m fa real. I’ll kill you if you give this shit away. You hear me?” I penetrated in and out in long strokes and heard the lovely sound of her sopping wetness with each thrust.
“I hear your crazy ass.” She laughed and moaned simultaneously.
“Yeah, when it comes to you I’m crazy. Crazy like that glue.” I looked deep into her eyes and said, “You almost got that mothafucka murked tonight. If you ever creep out on me, I’ma body a whole bunch of shit. This pussy is mine, these pretty ass titties mine, and this ass is mine. Even yo’ ugly ass toes belong to me,” I kidded.
“Boy, you know my toes aren’t ugly.” She giggled. Hearing her laugh let me kno’ that she was still putty in my hands.
“Nah, they not ugly, Boo. Everything ‘bout my baby is beautiful. Now grind on this dick and promise me that you’ll never give this pussy away.”
Mo’ followed my command and ten minutes later her eyes rolled to the back of her head as an orgasm the size of Mount Everest ‘caused her to fall out in my arms. When she got herself together, she was in bed.
I called downstairs and had a bowl of Mo's favorite, mint ice cream, delivered to our suite.
When it arrived, she laid her head on my chest as I spoon-fed her. “Ummm. You can be so sweet, but I’m still mad at you,” she reminded me.
I leaned over and covered her mouth wit’ a kiss.
“Shhh. Let’s not even discuss that. Just trust me to handle it once and for all. I don’t ever want to lose you so I’m about to get right,” I promised for the umpteenth time since we’d been together.
“This is your final chance, Blunt, and I mean it,” she declared.
And reindeers really can fly, I said to myself. I had heard all of those threats before. I didn’t have no worries. Baby Girl couldn’t let go.
My Foolish Heart
Molaysia
I was determined to change Blunt. I kept hoping that one day he would become the man I wanted him to be. All of the old and bad choices that he had made were irrelevant. I tried not to let his bad habits faze me, but it was hard. I don’t think Blunt ever believed that I would walk away from him. To be honest, sometimes neither did I.
I could have easily found another man, but I couldn’t help who I had fallen in love with. In a twisted way, Blunt’s craziness that night turned me on. I convinced myself that he had to love me if he was willing to kill in order to keep me.
“That’s stupid,” I admonished myself, but the thought would not dissipate. The way he held me was food for my soul.
In a voice heavy with sincerity, he said, “Baby, I know that I have fucked up a lot. I’ve lied, cheated, and betrayed your trust over and over again. Honestly, I don’t kno’ why you keep giving me chances . . . you must really love me.”
“I do, Blunt,” I pledged.
“Yeah, baby girl, you’ve proven that,” he acknowledged.
“Well, if you know how much I love you, why do you continue to search for someone else?”
He seemed to contemplate the question before answering. Then he said, “Just giving it to you gully, Mo’. I think I’ve done that because deep down I don’t feel like I deserve you. I keep thinkin’ that you’re gonna up and leave a nigga one day, and I don’t want to get caught without someone to fall back on.”
“Blunt, that’s silly. You have to stop thinking like that, or you’re going to push me away. Don’t you ever think that I get tired of crying and being made a fool of?”
I was cuddled in his arms on the verge of crying again. He lifted my chin up and gently placed soft kisses all over my face. His touch was an aphrodisiac that reached down to the core of my soul. Loving him felt so good . . . and so bad.
Blunt read my heart like an open book. “Baby, do you think that I meant to hurt you?” he asked as he looked down into my face and stared into my eyes.
I let out a long sigh. “No, I don’t think that you intentionally tried to hurt me, but you should know that lies hurt more than the truth.”
“I feel you. No more games, Mo. I’m through wit’ the bullshit. I’m gon’ start back keepin’ a smile on your face.” He kissed the center of my forehead.
“All I ask is that you be honest with me. I can forgive the past, but you have to do better in the future,” I said.
“I will, baby girl. That's on er'thing. And now that everything is out in the open, I want you to be a part of all of my kids’ lives.”
I considered what he was asking of me. It was probably the grownup thing to do, but at the time, I was still in my feelings and could not be around the children without getting upset with Blunt all over again. I explained that to him as gently as I knew how.
“Okay, baby,” he replied.
“Just give it time,” I suggested.
Neither of us spoke another word. We just held each other and became lost in our own thoughts.
Minutes later, Blunt was knocked out, sleeping like a newborn baby with a pacifier. I eased out of bed and grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand. I had a call to make, and it could not wait any longer.
I tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door. Then, I called Fabian to apologize for Blunt's actions. I rocked my leg nervously as the phone rang. Finally, he answered. As expected, his tone was not friendly.
"Fabian, I owe you an apology. Had I --- "
"Fuck an apology, Mo',” he cut me off. "I'ma show that nigga I'm not soft!" The line hung up.
Leesha's number flashed on the screen beckoning me to answer. I accepted the call and prepared myself to hear an earful.
“Girl, I’ve been blowing you up. Are you okay?”
“I’m doing fine. I won’t be coming home tonight so don’t wait up,” I whispered.
“Dang, Bitch you must be getting yo’ needle threaded?”
“Yeah, something like that.” I sat on the side of the Jacuzzi and crossed my leg.
“Chile, I didn’t kno’ you were somewhere shaking up the sheets. You let Fabian hit that?” I could picture her pressing the phone to her ear smiling and hoping to hear a mouthful.
“Bye, Leesha.” I shook my head because she was all up in mine. I didn’t want to tell her I was with Blunt.
“Okay, I’ll be here when you get here, whenever that is.” She snickered.
“See you in the morning, Cuz,” I said, feeling deceitful.
We said our goodbyes, and I raced back into the room with Blunt. I crawled back into bed and laid on his chest. I thought about telling him what Fabian had said, but he would have gotten upset with me for calling him. So I decided to remain quiet and hope that it would all go away.
The rest of the day, we enjoyed each other’s company along with the room service that we ordered. The food was delicious, and I hadn’t been that happy in Blunt’s presence in a long time. I crossed my fingers and prayed that he was finally going to do right.
Baby Mama Drama
Blunt
The next morning me and Mo’ rolled out about ten o’clock. She dropped me off at the Olive Garden where my car was parked and dipped out.
As I was pulling out of the parkin
g lot, my cell phone rang. “Sup?” I answered behind the wheel.
“Damn, Fam, you ain’t gon’ break bread wit’ me for setting up that lick?” asked Deuce speaking in regards to the thing wit’ Millionaire.
“Yeah, I got you, my guy. Let me get back to you in a coupla days,” I said as a call from Chunuchi came through.
“Aight. Holla at ya boy,” he said.
“Fa sho'.”
I ended the call and clicked over to Chunuchi. “Yeah.” My attitude was real foul.
“I’m gon’ need you to come get Devin so I can run to this job interview. I’m tryna get a higher paying job. My other kids are wit’ their daddies.”
“Bitch, you ain’t gotta go to no fuckin’ job interview. You just wanna run behind some nigga. Prob’ly that bitch nigga, Fatal,” I snapped.
Chunuchi sucked her teeth and replied, “Boy, I don’t have to lie about nothing like that.”
“Hoe, you will lie about what color panties you got on.”
“No, I wouldn’t ‘cause I don’t wear panties. This pussy too good to be smothered. You better remember!”
“What I remember is that yo’ coochie was sorry as hell. If I hadn’t been drunk, I wouldna got a nut.”
“What . . . eva. Nigga, you kno’ this stuff had you talking in yo’ damn sleep, so don’t even front. Anyway, you coming to get Devin or what?”
“Yeah, I’ll be through to get him in an hour or so. Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to let some niggas run a train on yo’ ass.” I hung up before she could respond.
I put in a Jeezy CD and bumped that until I pulled up in Luscious’ driveway. I killed the engine, got out, and used the remote to turn on the car alarm.
“Get the baby ready, I’ma keep her for the weekend,” I announced when Luscious let me in.
“Oh, you can’t even say hello?” She snaked her neck, getting all up close to me in hot-pink booty shorts and a white baby tee.
“Why you all in my space?” I gritted.
“Ebony is sleepin’. Can we make up? I need some real bad; my stuff been tingling all day.” She reached out and touched my crotch. Then she leaned in closer.
I mushed her face when she tried to kiss me. “Shawdy, you got me twisted! I’m not fuckin’ wit’ you like that no more. From now on, our dealing is gonna be about my daughter, nothing else.”
She stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, and rolled her neck again. “Well, what about the lick I’m working on for you? It’s almost set up.”
I peeped game, she was trying to hold on to me by appealing to a nigga's greed. I was greedy but not mothafuckin' needy.
“Fuck that lick. I’m good,” I spat.
“Daddy, don’t be like that. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting, but it’s your fault. You shouldn’t have me all crazy about your ass.” She placed the palm of her hand on my chest and gently massaged it.
I knocked her grimy ass dick jacker off of me, and snarled, “Whatever, man. You too much drama; you don’t kno’ how to play yo’ position.”
“Blunt, I swear I won't act up again. Just give me one more chance, Daddy. Please?” she begged, looking at me like she was ready to fuck my back out. But I wasn't going - - not for the pussy trap.
“It’s too late fo’ all of that. You should’ve thought about that shit before you keyed that fuck shit on my ride!” I spat pointing my finger in her face. I was two seconds from stomping a hole in her ass.
“Baby, I didn’t do it. I swear,” she denied.
“Nobody else would’ve done no shit like that. Especially not Mika, Shawdy one hunnid wit’ hers. And she don't even know where you rest at,” I argued.
“Well, maybe Chunuchi or somebody did it.”
Chunuchi got down like that, but we hadn’t fucked each other in three years. She didn’t sweat me like that no more, so I discounted her.
“Nah, you did it. Don’t lie, be twenty one about it,” I challenged Luscious.
“Blunt, I’ve done a lot of things, and I kno’ you’ve caught me in a few lies. Fa real, Baby, I didn’t do that. I put that on our daughter.” She put her right hand up like she was being sworn in before testifying in court.
I shook my head in pity. “That just goes to sho’ how lowdown ya ass is. You will lie and put it on Ebony.”
“I'm not lying! Whoever did it keyed some shit on my car too. Why you think I got it repainted? I took it to Mr. Marshall down the street, and he re-painted the whole car.”
I opened the door and looked outside, and the hell if she wasn’t tellin’ the truth. Her car was a shade lighter than it was before. If Luscious was tellin’ the truth, then who could have done the shit? I wondered.
“Let me find out,” I said and closed the door and locked it behind me.
I pulled Luscious into my arms and squeezed her tight. “We gonna have to make this quick.” I kissed her neck and guided her toward the bedroom.
When we both undressed, I pulled out a condom and wrapped up. Luscious went snap!
“What the fuck you doing? Do you strap up wit’ Mo’?” she asked wit’ her legs gaped wide open.
“Nope, but I'm wrapping up wit’ you from now on.”
She closed her legs and pushed me in the chest. “Get the hell up off me, Mothafucka. I ain’t no trick bitch, and you ain’t taking my baby nowhere.”
I didn’t even argue wit’ her.
I bounced on over to scoop up Devin. When I got there, Fatal was kicked back on the sofa like he had moved in. I ignored him, but best believe he was gon’ get it. I swooped my li’l man up and headed back to Mo’s.
Devin said, “Daddy, that man put his thing in Mama’s booty hole last night.”
“What the fuck did he just say?” I asked myself.
Devin looked over at me. “I seen ‘em. He was doing it to Mama’s booty hole on the couch, and she was calling him Daddy,” he blurted out.
I busted a mothafuckin’ u-turn. I was going back and kill that bitch for doin’ that shit in front of my seed!
Steaming Hot
Molaysia
I parked my car in the garage and stepped out, tired as heck. Blunt had really put it down all night long. My kitty tingled as I recalled him thrusting deep inside of me. "Lawd!" I exclaimed, fanning myself.
Leesha’s car wasn’t in the driveway which was a relief because I didn’t feel like answering a bunch of questions. She would have been real upset had I told her who I was really with last night.
I entered the house from inside the garage. I strolled pass the kitchen and saw that it was spotless and that the floor had been waxed. Leesha had done a great job with keeping my house neat and tidy. Once I made it to my bedroom, I saw a note on my bed. Leesha informed me that she and the girl’s were out shopping and that they would be leaving for home in the morning.
I showered and changed into a gray pair of lounging pants and a white tee shirt. I paid my mortgage over the phone and sat on the side of my bed in deep thought. I wanted to call Blunt and check to make sure he wasn’t already up to no good, but I wanted to trust him to do the right thing.
My phone vibrated in my hand and alerted me that I had a picture message coming through. A picture popped up on the screen of Blunt, Luscious, and a baby. The three of them were dressed in matching black and white outfits. The baby wore a pair of black tights with a white dress. Luscious stood over Blunt with her hand on his shoulder as he sat holding their daughter.
A long text message came through next. It read: Dumb Bitch! While you’re walking around with your nose high in the air like you’re that bitch, you need to kno’ that me and yo’ man are steady fuckin. I could tell you some shit that would have yo’ bougie ass sick, so let me start telling you so you can throw up. I’ve been in yo’ house from the front to the back.
I gasped.
When I caught my breath, a call was coming in. I recognized the number immediately and hesitated before deciding that I had had enough.
“Bitch, what the hell do you
want?” I answered. Pure venom tinged my voice.
“Boo, I kno’ that your bathroom is beige and maroon, and your guest bedroom is white with the baby blue comforter and linen. I love that pillow top mattress, too. If you don’t believe that I’ve been to your crib, go look under the bed because I left you a small surprise.” She chuckled before hanging up.
I sprinted through the house like my panties were on fire. I dropped to my knees in the guest bedroom and looked under the bed. True enough, I found a purple c-cup bra and a size 6 matching thong.
Infuriated, I called Luscious back. “Bitch, you have fucked up now. Sleeping with my man is one thing, but bringing your trifling ass up in my home is way too mothafuckin much! So whenever I see you, and I don't care if it's outside of Heaven's doors, I’m fucking you up.”
“Woo, woo, woo. I'm scared.”
“You might not be, but you'll wish you were. Trust and believe Boo Boo, I'm going to get a piece of that ass for coming up in my house.” The nice girl was gone!
Luscious burst out laughing. “How you like that, Bougie Bitch? Did you think you were the only bitch that knows how to get down and dirty for hers?”
“Uh huh, my neighbor just described your car and told me that she saw you and some other bitch keying me and Blunt’s ride. Your prissy ass is gonna pay for that when I catch you in the streets. You better be able to fight ‘cause I’m gon’ beat you so bad yo’ mammy won’t recognize you.”
I sat my bottom on the floor listening to the simple minded whore. “I bet you I’m not scared,” I said bristling inside.
“I stay strapped and if you so bad, bring yo’ ass back over here right now. I got somethin’ for yo’ ass. Bitch, I got more heat to put on yo’ ass than hell. Now, C’mon!”
“You ain’t gon’ do…” I said before the dizzy ass bat hung up on me.
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