Dontae was damn near choking me, but I didn’t wanna go out like a sucker because, he’d be talking shit, so I reached down and rubbed my hand across my clit real fast. I breathed though my nose and sucked. I felt my eyes get watery and I started cumming–I couldn’t tell him, because I couldn’t breathe.
“Shit! Fuck! God damn!” Dontae yelled, and came in my mouth. I licked up every fuckin drop too. I climbed on top of him and kissed him all in his mouth, and on his face and neck.
“Happy birthday my king, I love you,” I cooed.
“I love you too girl, lil nasty ass,” he said, slapping my ass.
“You made me this way,” I told him.
“It’s my birthday, baby. What you cooking for your nigga?” he asked.
“You say that like I don’t cook for you every morning,” I said while I got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I threw on my black silk robe that stopped at the middle of my thigh, and went to go wake up my other baby.
I walked in Bria’s room, and she was damn near hanging out of the bed, about to fall out. She slept wild just like her daddy. I went and picked her up and sat her on my lap.
“Bria, you gon’ fall out the bed sleeping like that,” I laughed at her, and she laid on my chest trying to fall back asleep.
“Today is daddy’s birthday, don’t you want to tell him happy birthday?” I asked her. She nodded her head yes. My baby was still sleepy, and I felt so bad for waking her up.
“Let’s go downstairs and make daddy some breakfast,” I told her, and carried her downstairs. I sat her down on top of the counter as I whipped some breakfast up for my two babies.
Thirty minutes later, the French toast, sausage, scrambled cheese eggs, and grits were finished. I put the plated the food and placed it on the tray, along with a glass of orange juice, and carried it upstairs.
“Hold on Breesha, let me get the card,” Bria said, running into her room to get the card that she made for her daddy last night.
“Happy birthday Daddy and I love you so much,” Bria said, jumping on the bed with Dontae. She showered him with kisses while I sat the food in front of him.
“Thank you baby,” he said, kissing me on my lips.
I nodded my head, and pulled Bria off the bed and headed downstairs so that she could eat her breakfast.
While Bria sat at her little Frozen cartoon table, I washed the dishes. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. Dontae started sucking on my neck and my God, if Bria wasn’t right there, I would let him fuck me right here.
“Dontae stop, she right there,” I said, trying not to moan as he slipped his fingers inside of my thong.
“She ain’t paying us no attention. Just be still and finish washing the dishes,” he whispered into my ear.
The way he used his index finger and kept going in a circular motions was driving me insane. I was so wet, and his finger felt like a warm tongue down there. That shit was feeling so good. I felt myself about to climax, and I lost control and dropped the glass cup on the floor. Tae still kept rubbing my clit and I screamed out so loud, not being able to control it.
“Dontae!!! I moaned, and he quickly put his hand around my mouth. After I came, he lifted me up and sat me on the counter.
“Breesha, you okay?” Bria asked, running into the kitchen. I swear, she was so overprotective of me.
“Bria stay right there. It’s glass in here!” Dontae told her.
“Okay Daddy,” she said, and went back to eat her breakfast. I took the dishrag from off the counter and threw it at Dontae for almost getting us caught. He laughed and continued to clean the mess up from the floor. When he was done, he lifted me back up and sat me on the chair.
“Did you eat?” he asked me as he finished washing the last bit of dishes in the sink for me.
“No, I’m not hungry,” I told him.
“Feed my baby Breesha, that’s the last time Ima say it,” he said. I walked over to the cabinet and poured myself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
“What you got planned for today?” Tae asked me when he finished with the dishes.
“I have a hair appointment at 10, then I have to go to the spa for a wax, facial, mani and pedi, and I still haven’t got the shoes that I’m supposed to be wearing with my dress yet either,” I said, eating my cereal.
“I want to see you in curls tonight,” Dontae said.
“Curls it is,” I said, leaning over to kiss him. He stuck his tongue out and I happily sucked on it nice and slow. No matter what, I could not get enough of this man.
“Ewwww,” Bria said, coming into the kitchen with her plate in her hands.
I had to check her plate, because she likes to pick her food and don’t eat anything. I laughed at her, then kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs to get my day started.
10:06 p.m.
“Dontae, hurry up please, we were supposed to leave like thirty minutes ago,” I whined, sitting on the bed.
“I’m coming now baby, damn,” he said, coming from out the bathroom.
Point blank fuckin period–my man was that nigga, and he was giving August Alsina a run for his money. I don’t think I have ever seen my baby in a suit and my God, he was fuckin killing it. That’s why his ass was taking so damn long. I didn’t even know that he was wearing a suit tonight. My baby was sporting a black $2,000, three-piece Emporio Armani suit, with a royal blue dress shirt, and a black and royal blue bowtie. His hair was nicely cut, and his mustache was trimmed to perfection.
“Baby you look so fuckin sexy,” I said walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Nah baby, you giving your nigga a run for his money,” he said, turning me around.
I had to admit it, I was the shit right now. In my $1,500 two-piece bandage dress by Herve Leger. On my feet were a pair of black and blue Giuseppe Zanottis. My hair was parted down the middle, in a versatile sew-in of 20, 22, and 24 inches, with beach curls falling all the way down to my ass. Everything was on fleek, too. Lord knows I didn’t need weave with my already long hair, but I just wanted to try something different. My nails were a royal blue with diamonds encrusted. I felt and looked like a million bucks–couldn’t nobody tell me shit right now.
We walked downstairs, and I could feel Dontae poking me in the back with his dick. I had to keep myself under control right now. We haven’t made it out the door yet, and I’m pretty sure that I had a neck full of hickies already. We stepped outside and there was a silver 2015 Bentley Continental GT waiting for us with our chauffeur, James.
“Damn baby, all this for me?” Dontae asked me.
“Yes baby, I told you, anything for my king,” I reassured him while kissing him on his lips.
The whole drive to the club, Dontae would not keep his hands off me. I knew for a fact that tonight would be a very long night. Finally, after being an hour late, we were finally pulling up to the club. We stepped out, and I swear I felt like we were celebrities or something. People in line were taking pictures of us and saying how nice we looked together. As soon as we got in the building, Dontae was bum rushed by all his niggas. I kissed him bye, and went to find Nae and my assistant Melanie sitting up in VIP. Imani didn’t come, so she was stuck with all the kids.
“Bitch you look fuckin good! At two months pregnant and it’s still what’s a waist?” Nae said, referring to how tiny my waist was. I smiled and gave both of them a hug. As we were talking, I could feel someone staring at me, and I looked down and it was Dontae. He motioned with his hand for me to come here.
“Hold on, I’ll be back,” I told my girls. I walked over to Dontae, where he and his niggas were taking pictures at the photo booth.
“Come get in these pictures with me,” he said, grabbing my hand.
We did a few normal poses, then Dontae started getting carried away with the last few. Dontae gripped my ass with two hands as he kissed me on my mouth. I didn’t mind my man grabbing my ass; I mean, he did it a
ll the time. I just felt uncomfortable with him doing it in front of all his boys, and having them look at me like that made me feel weird. After taking pictures, Dontae put my back to his chest and slammed me into him. I tried to push him away from me, because he was making me mad now. He turned me around to face him, and then lifted me up in the air and held me up by my waist.
“Taeeee put me down, your embarrassing me!” I said, and I knew my face had to be red as hell right now. Everybody was looking at us saying “aww” and stuff like that, but I was so embarrassed. It’s like all eyes were on us, and we were suddenly the center of attention.
“Tell me you love your nigga!” Dontae said, with me still in the air.
“I love you baby, please put me down!” I cried, embarrassed. I hated for the spotlight to be on me.
“Okay, you love me right?” he asked, and I nodded yes.
“Okay then,” he put me down and reached his hand out to Rashard, who then proceeded to hand him a jewelry box.
“Marry a nigga then, since you love me,” he said, getting down on one knee.
“Oh my God, baby yes I’ll marry you!” I said, jumping up and down and pulling him up with me.
He slid the ring on my finger, and that damn ice was liable to blind a bitch. Dontae wiped my eyes and pulled me into him closer, grabbing my ass.
“Come on, let’s enjoy the party, cry baby,” he joked. We walked up to VIP, and I sat on my fiancé’s lap. Heard that? My fiancé!
“Congratulations girl!” Nae and Melanie said at the same time.
“Ya’ll hoes knew about this, huh?” I asked them, smiling.
“Girl, who you think he took to go get the ring picked out? Me and Mani! We know your style,” Nae said, laughing.
“Damn, that explains why Mani was acting so damn goofy when I went and dropped Bria off to her today,” I said, smiling.
I couldn’t believe that Dontae had proposed to me. I mean, this was supposed to be his night, but he actually went out of his way, on his birthday, and all to make me be his wife. I loved this man so much, and I knew for a fact that he was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He’s the one that I wanted to grow old with and build a family with.
As I was sitting on my baby’s lap, the DJ started playing Puddles by Pretty Ricky. Dontae pulled me back into his chest and started whispering in my ear.
Ooh, ooh, you ain’t gotta say too much to me yeah
Cuz I know how to get your body wet for me
When I go down
I’mma have your body weak leave a puddle in the streets
When I go down
And baby I’mma keep it coming all night
The way my man was singing in my ear was really turning me on. I wanted to go to the nearest bathroom or something but damn, I’ll just wait until we leave.
“Aye, let me get the birthday boy to come to the stage. We got a surprise for you. My nigga Tae, where you at man?” the DJ yelled over the mic.
I kissed Dontae one final time and released him up. I watched as he walked his fine ass on stage, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. A bitch was past sprung. Everybody in this club, and he was the only one that I saw. As soon as he got to the stage, they pulled a chair out for him and placed a crown on his head. The DJ started playing It Seems Like You’re Ready by R. Kelly, and two thick ass strippers came to the stage. Both of them were thick as fuck, but one of them put me in the mindset of Blac Chyna. She had the long, full blonde weave with a Chinese bang going on, along with the two piercings in her cheeks.
Dontae looked at me, basically asking with his eyes if it was okay, and I said yes. I wanted to say no, but it was his birthday and I was the one who planned this. He better enjoy this time, because this would be the last time ever that somebody get to dance on him like that. Damn near five songs later, Dontae came and got me from my place on the couch in VIP. He pulled my small frame in front of him, and I already knew what time it was. His dick was poking me in my back, and I knew that we were going somewhere to fuck. I could see it all in his eyes when he came from off the stage. When we got outside, we spotted our chauffeur, James, standing in front of the car. He went to open the back door for us.
“We not leaving man, just stand outside and watch the door and we’ll be back out,” Dontae told James, and he nodded his head.
Good thing these windows were tinted so dark, because couldn’t nobody see a thing that was about to happen in here.
“Them strippers done got your dick all hard, now you wanna come and fuck me,” I told Dontae as soon as we got in the car and he closed the door.
“Nah lil mama, it ain’t even like that. My dick been on hard since I walked out the bathroom tonight and saw your fine ass sitting on the bed. You the baddest bitch in this damn place, I hope your ass know that,” he said, taking off his suit jacket.
“And you were the finest nigga in the club, I hope you know that,” I shot back.
Dontae got on the floor and went to pulling my dress over my ass. I felt him rip my thong off too. I watched on as he stared at my pussy, as if it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen in his life. I knew my juices had to be leaking out by now, being as though my man had had me horny all night with all that touching and whispering freaky shit in my ear. He gently lifted both of my legs up and placed them over his shoulder. I positioned my body so that my pussy would be staring him right in his face. Using his tongue and lips, he made circles around my clit.
“Shitt Dontaeee…that feels soooo good baby,” I moaned, pulling him in closer and begging for him not to stop.
Dontae stared me dead in my eyes as he ate me, and I stared at him as well. He put his hands under my dress that I was wearing, and played with my nipples. Both of my legs were constantly shaking, and I knew that I was about to cum any second now.
“Shit baby….I’m cummminn,” I said, letting out a loud gasp.
Dontae made sure to lick everything up, and I had to push him back because my clit was extra sensitive. He pulled back and stared at my pussy as it jumped.
“Damn, look at that shit,” he said, fascinated.
I pulled him into me so that I could taste my juices. As we were kissing, I reached my small hands down Tae’s pants and tried to pull out my dick, but Dontae kept stopping me. He pulled away and sat down in the seat.
”Get on top, I wanna watch you ride,” he said, eyes low because he was high as fuck.
I knew I was gon’ be riding for long because whenever this nigga gets high, he takes forever to cum. He pulled his phone out, and I watched on as he unlocked it and went to his camera and then his videos.
“I’m about to record you, so put on your best show,” Dontae told me as soon as I eased down unto his dick.
I rode him nice and slow and planted both my hands on his chest, and stared right into the camera. This is not the first time that Dontae has recorded me while we’ve had sex. I don’t really care for it, but if it makes him happy, then whatever.
“I love you so much baby,” I moaned, bouncing up and down on his dick.
“Shit girl, I love your ass too,” Tae said, and brought his index finger towards my clit and fingered me as I rode him.
I lost control and started bouncing real fast. He didn’t miss a beat either. He was fingering me as I rode, holding the camera with his other hand.
“Fucccckkk righhttt thereeee!” I cried.
“Shit boy!” I said, collapsing into his chest. He quickly turned me around with his dick still inside, and made me ride him backwards. While he did that, he bent me over and placed my hands on the floor. I could feel all the blood rushing to my head. Clearly, this nigga had forgotten that I was pregnant! I looked back at Dontae, and he sat the phone on the armrest so it could catch the whole thing. He pumped into me rapidly, and I was trying to take all that dick.
“So fuckin good. Don’t make no fuckin sense how wet this pussy is girl! Fuck! That’s right take that dick girl,” Dontae said, talking all that shit in
my ear.
My knees got weak, and I knew right then I was about to cum. I couldn’t stop that nut from coming even if I wanted to.
“Get that shit off cuz I’m cuming too lil mama! Fuck!” he grunted. I collapsed on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I felt Dontae pull me up and sit me on his lap.
“I hope you know I’m not going back in there,” I said, kissing his lips.
“We don’t gotta go back. Shit, I owe your ass a few more rounds, but that can wait until we get to the house,” he said, kissing me. He sat me in the seat, and I watched as he pulled his pants up and tucked his shirt back in.
“Let me just run back in there and let everybody know we leaving, I’m just gonna say you don’t feel good,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Okay baby,” I said, lying down on the backseat.
I was spent. I really hope that I would be able to give my man a few rounds when we got home, because the way my body was set up right now, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
Chapter 16: Nae
Here it is, ten at night and I’m just getting in the house from school, and then picking up my daughter from my mom’s house, only to find out that my husband isn’t here. I mean, what the fuck could you possibly be doing right now at the studio that you couldn’t seem to find your ass home? When I woke up this morning at 6 to get my baby ready for school, he wasn’t even here then, so that means that he has been gone for over sixteen hours. Yes, I trusted Sincere; I just couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that he had to be at the studio all the time. I’ll admit that my husband was the hottest producer in Miami, and that he took his job serious; I just felt like he put the studio before his family.
After disabling the house alarm, I walked with my daughter in my arms, took her upstairs, and laid her in her bed. I closed her door and went into my bathroom to take a much needed shower. I felt like I was slowly losing my husband. It’s like shit with us wasn’t the same anymore. There was a time when Sincere would call me throughout the day, just to see how I was doing; now it’s like if I don’t call him, then we just don’t speak. I hated to sound like I was one of those nagging wives but damn, was I wrong for missing my husband and expressing how I feel? How were things between us supposed to get better if I didn’t speak up on the things that I felt were bothering me?
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