by Sephiri J
“Ahh!” she screamed as her legs started to shake, and I felt her pussy leaking around me.
I picked up the pace because I was ready to fuck it up and bust this nut. She was holding on to me for dear life. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips were parted as she let out low moans.
“Baaaaabe, that feels so good,” she breathlessly said.
“Cum on my dick again, Sade.” My dick pulsed inside her so hard that I felt like I was about to pass out, but I wanted her to cum again.
I wanted her happy, and even though she had just woke up, I was ready to put her to bed all over again.
“Yes, babbbbbby!” she screamed, and her eyes flew open to look at me. “Aaah!” she yelled as she came while staring right in my eyes.
I could see the ecstasy painted all over her face. She wasn’t faking this; I could tell from her body just how good this shit felt to her.
“Fuuuck!” I said as I felt myself falling, and my nut shot out and into her. I growled and bit her shoulder as my whole body shook.
“Mmmmm, baby,” she said and kissed the side of my face over and over.
I was breathing hard and coming down off that high. That was fucking amazing. Pulling out of her slowly, I hissed because I felt my dick, which really had a mind of its own, starting to brick up again. I pulled out, though, and rolled over on my side.
Sade turned her back to me and pushed herself into me, so I could spoon her. Reaching over, I put my hand on her waist and tried to slow down my breathing. But when she started grinding her hips into my crotch, I knew that my heart rate was about to go right back up.
“You something else.” I chuckled and kissed her back and shoulders.
Sade reached back and gripped my dick, which was now standing at attention all over again. She giggled. If she was ready for me to keep fucking her, I was here for it. Sliding inside her as we both lay on our side, I got ready to jump on this rollercoaster all over again.
18
City
Bo was in the kitchen washing up the dishes while I took a shower. I’d come in earlier this morning and laid some serious pipe on her. That was my girl, man, and I loved the shit out of her. After sex, she’d made me some food, and we ate on the patio. I told her about Charlotte, and she told me we did the right thing. But, now, I had to go check on Pops and make sure he was good.
Since the Rigs thing, he’d been different, and I didn’t blame him. My mother was in and out of the house, even though she told me Mariah had a whole attitude whenever she came by. My father wanted her there, so Mariah was just gonna have to ride with it or leave. Nobody had a gun to her head making her stay there.
I’d just gotten out the shower and pulled on a white t-shirt with jeans and Jordans to take a ride over there. I needed to have a conversation with Pops about Rigs’ mama anyway. She was still out there living with no repercussions for trying to kill him, and I wasn’t cool with that. I’d given him a couple days to deal with Rigs’ death, and I had tried to be patient because I knew he wasn’t ready to discuss the moves I wanted to make, but now I needed him to be ready to discuss the shit.
When I walked downstairs, Bo was putting away the last of the dishes.
“Ima step out for a minute,” I said as I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
She was wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, and she looked sexy as fuck. I considered bending her over again real quick, but I made my man sit down in my pants and not start no shit. She turned toward me and nodded.
“Okay, baby, I’ll be here.”
“You lookin’ like a snack, though. Why you do this to me?”
She laughed. “What I do?”
Putting her hands around my neck, she looked at my lips and bit her bottom lip.
“You know exactly what you doin’ with your fine ass.” I chuckled.
“You think your dad is still going to be up for dinner with everyone tomorrow?” she asked.
We were supposed to go this restaurant on the beach with everyone tomorrow night to try to get somewhat back to normal.
I shrugged. “When I see him today, I’ll better know the answer to that question because now I don’t know. But, I’ll tell you when I get back.”
“Okay. Cuz my dad is coming. I think I told you.”
I nodded. “Yeah, you did. He still at your crib, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“You know where your mom and sister are?”
“Nope. Supposedly, this is their last day at the Hilton from what my dad said. So, they will have to figure something out.”
I chuckled. It was crazy how things changed so quickly.
“I’ll be back in a couple hours. Keep that pussy ready for me, though.”
“She’s always ready, baby,” she said, and that made my dick jump.
I pulled away from her because if I stayed another minute, I wouldn’t leave for another hour.
I walked to my car and hopped in then made my way to my dad’s crib. Twenty minutes later, I pulled up. I was real observant, especially now, so I had my eyes looking around to make sure everything seemed like it was in order. As I pulled up to the house, I passed a car parked on the other side of the street. Out the corner of my eye, as I drove, by I saw someone inside duck. That seemed suspect as fuck to me, so I pulled over in front of the house and hopped out.
Walking over to the car, I peered in, and what I saw made my heart rate spike. Rigs’ bitch ass mama was ducked on the passenger side. She glanced up when I rapped on the window, and when she looked at me, her eyes widened.
“Open this fucking door!” I yelled, and she jumped, but she didn’t move.
“Open this shit up now. I’m not gon’ say it again,” I said and reached behind me for my gun.
When she saw me aim at her, she put her hands up.
“Okay, okay,” I heard her say from inside the car.
I watched her reach for the door handle, and when I heard it open, I pulled her out with my free hand. She shrieked, but I snatched her up to look at me.
“The fuck you doin’ waiting outside my pops’ house like a fucking stalker?” I barked at her.
“I’m sorry. Please, I just need to talk to him,” she said with tears running down her face.
“Ain’t shit to say. You said a lot with your car the night you tried to kill his ass. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t dead you right here?”
“I know, I know,” she sobbed. “But, please, I need to talk to him about Rigs’ funeral. I need to just bury my son. Please.”
My stomach twinged. I knew I had to let Pops see her because he was torn up about Rigs too.
“Walk,” I said and dragged her behind me.
I had a tight ass grip on her blouse, and I wasn’t letting go for shit. She could talk for a minute, but now that she was there with us, Pops was going to decide today how we would handle this.
Getting to the door, I rapped on it hard because I didn’t want to let her go to pull my key out. Two minutes later, Mariah opened the door. When she saw us, her eyes widened.
“City!” she said, looking from me to Sandra.
I barged past her into the house.
“Where’s Pops?”
“He’s in the sunroom with your mother,” Mariah said behind me, so I half pulled, half dragged Sandra in that direction.
“Yo, Pops!” I yelled, pulling Sandra into the sunroom.
Pops was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, and my mother was on a chair behind him, rubbing his leg and looking at her phone. When they heard my voice, Pops looked up. My mother saw Sandra before my father did, and she stood up.
“Dominic!” she said when she saw me.
“Pops, I found this bitch lurking outside, so I figured it was time for all of us to have a conversation.”
Pops stood up too, using his good hand to get off the couch. He looked in shock from me to Sandra.
“Sandra. What do you want?”
“We need to plan Rigs’ funer
al. Please don’t let him hurt me,” she pleaded.
“Too late. You tried to kill Pops. There is no going back from that. So, say what you gotta say because I’m getting impatient.”
She whimpered and looked back at Pops with tears in her eyes.
“Why did you do what you did to me? I’ve been asking myself what I did to you to make you hate me so much that you would want to kill me,” Pops asked her.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw Mariah walk up and stand by the door behind us.
“You treated me so bad, Michael. I don’t know how you expected me to not hate you. I just needed some money to get by, and you made such a big deal about the fact that Rigs gave me the money you gave him. Why would you threaten our son when he was just trying to help me?”
“I gave you half of everything I had when I left you, Sandra. You need to do fucking better and control your life. I’m not taking care of you forever,” Pops snarled.
“But you take care of her!” Sandra yelled and pointed at my mom. “You always loved her more than you loved me. Admit that! Why was I never good enough for you? You stayed running back to her, when all I did was love you!”
“Me and Dahliah’s relationship doesn’t have shit to do with you. You stayed worryin’ about another woman your whole life instead of worrying about us. You let your jealousy consume you to the point that you drove me away. We are over, and you still out here thinking about her. What’s wrong with you?”
“I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE, MICHAEL!” Sandra yelled.
She was heated, and I stepped back to let her get all this shit off her chest. I was ready to put a bullet in her, but my pops looked like he was heated too, so I knew they needed to talk this shit out.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Pops asked.
“I’m not the only one who has a problem with the way you and that bitch are together,” she said, but I had to jump in when she said that.
I knocked her roughly in the back of the head with my gun. “I know you not dumb enough to be referring to my moms as that bitch?”
She jumped and looked at me then cleared her throat.
“I’m not the only one who has a problem with the way you are with her,” she said and pointed to my mother, who was still standing to the side with her arms crossed. Moms looked like she had a lot to say, but she was biting her tongue and allowing them to hash it out.
“The fuck you mean?” Pops said.
Sandra turned to look behind her and pointed to Mariah. “How you think I knew you were home the night I came by? How do you think I knew you would be the one to come out if I broke the windows on your car? Your girl and I set this whole thing up.”
“What?” Pops and I both said at once.
I quickly turned around and looked at Mariah, who was trying to walk slowly away from us to the front door.
“Ay, nah, where you think you going?” I ran up and grabbed her roughly then pushed her back into the sunroom.
“Mariah, what is she saying?” Pops’ voice boomed.
Mariah looked scared as she looked at Pops.
“What does she mean, Mariah?” Pops yelled, and she jumped.
“You love her,” Mariah finally said and pointed with her chin at my mother. “I can see it. You don’t look at me the way you look at her. It not fair. You supposed to love me.”
“The fuck!” I said, sick to my stomach.
“She saw me outside the house one day when I came to try to talk to you,” Sandra said, and I turned back to her. “I asked her if you were here, and she said she didn’t know where you were, and you were probably with her.”
“I got a whole fuckin’ name,” my mother finally said. “Y’all bitches addressing me like I’m not even here. The fuck.”
“She told me that she thought you two were still fucking because every time he sees you, she can see the love he has for you,” Sandra said. “She said she was tired of competing with a woman who had history on her, and she couldn’t lose you to another woman because she had nowhere else to go. She said if something happened to you, the insurance money would go to your sons, and me and her could get a cut of Rigs’ part.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” my mother said.
I couldn’t even say shit because I was that fucking angry. My pops clenched his fists as he listened to Sandra and stared hate at Mariah.
“She was the one who told me when you were home. Didn’t she tell you to go check the car alarm when I broke the windows that night?”
“You fucking bitch,” pops spat at Mariah. He was livid. “Is what she’s saying true?”
“Michael, I can explain,” she started, but she looked guilty as fuck.
“I’m listening.”
“Um…” she said, and I saw her brain racing for an explanation.
She glanced behind her then bolted toward the door, but she wasn’t quicker than me. I snatched her ass up so fast her legs left the ground, and she fell backward.
“Stand up!” Pops bellowed.
He was standing tall and and looked like every bit of the street nigga I had heard about back in the day. Mariah struggled to her feet, but then when she saw that pops had pulled out a gun, she dropped to her knees.
“Please, I’m so sorry,” she begged, clasping her hands in front of her.
“I have no forgiveness in my heart for you,” he said and fired.
My mother flinched as Mariah fell back, and I shook my head. That was a fucking twist I didn’t expect.
“You,” Pops said, turning back to Sandra, who was staring at Mariah’s dead body with wide eyes.
“Michael, please. Don’t do this,” she said and put her hands up. “I was wrong, and I’m tired. I have lost everything. I’m losing the house, my son is gone, I have nothing to live for anymore, but please don’t kill me. You loved me once, and I did what I did out of anger and jealousy.”
My father squinted like he was actually listening to the shit she was saying. I sucked my teeth and turned my gun on her.
“I’ve been waiting too damn long to do this. Fuck all this begging,” I said and cocked my gun.
“Dominic.”
My father’s deep ass voice stopped me in my tracks. I looked at him, and he was shaking his head.
“Huh?” I asked in confusion. The fuck was going on?
“I will leave Miami. I’ll go back to Chicago to my mother, and you will never hear from me again. Please, let me just live with the memory of my son, who I will never see again. If you ever had love in your heart for me, Michael,” Sandra begged.
Pops gritted his teeth, and I watched his jaw flex.
“Leave now. Sandra, I swear on City’s life, though, if I ever see you again in Miami, I’m shooting first and asking questions later.”
She nodded extra fast and rushed toward the door. I watched her turn back to look at Pops, who was staring after her. I was pissed that he let her live after all this shit. I didn’t give a fuck that she used to be his wife.
“What was that?” I asked Pops. “The bitch tried to kill you.”
“She lost our son. She’s been through enough.”
I shook my head. I didn’t understand that shit, but that was Pops’ decision to make, and I couldn’t go behind him. I watched my mother walk up to him and take his hand.
“What’s this y’all got going on?” I asked.
I was sick of them pretending that they didn’t want to fucking be together.
“Some things are hard to explain, Dominic,” my mother answered.
“Well, y’all need to figure out the words. How long you gonna live your life acting like the two of you don’t belong together? Just do the shit and stop lying to each other because y’all annoying now. I’m out,” I said and sucked my teeth.
I was ready to get back inside my bubble with Bo and the sheets and just shut the world out until tomorrow. People were fucking crazy, and love made you do dumb shit. I needed a break.
Walking outside, I hopped back i
n my car and drove off. I just wanted baby girl, Bo.
19
Bo
The next night
I was wearing the hell out of this cute Fashion Nova dress that I ordered a few weeks ago and never got a chance to wear. Studying myself in City’s mirror, I was nervous but excited about this dinner tonight. Sade, Guwop, City’s father and mother, and my father were all going. I was happy that we would all be in the same place and everyone could be finally introduced. They were really the only people I truly cared about in life, so having us all together was exactly what we needed, especially right now.
“Babe, you almost ready?’ I asked as City came into the bedroom.
He looked sexy as hell in a button down shirt and slacks with his diamond earring shining.
“Yeah. Damn, you look good. Turn around and let me see that ass,” he joked.
I giggled and did a sexy turn for him to admire all angles of me.
“Shit,” he said and grabbed at my arm then pulled me toward him. “When we get back, Ima tear that ass up.”
“Promise?” I asked and leaned up to kiss him.
He chuckled.
“What time are we supposed to meet them there again?” I asked while looking back at myself in the mirror.
“Eight, we told ’em.”
I glanced at the watch on the wall. It was 7:30, so we needed to get going because the restaurant was about thirty minutes away.
“Let’s go,” City said and grabbed his wallet off the dresser.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it.
“Let me get this. It’s my dad,” I said as I walked out the room behind City. “Hey, Daddy, are you on the way? We are leaving the house now,” I said when I answered the call.
“Bo,” my dad said, but I could instantly tell that something was wrong.
“Daddy?” I said, stopping in my tracks.
“Bo, you know I love you, right?” he said, and I felt cold all over.
“Of course, Daddy. What’s the matter? What’s going on?” I answered.