A Miami Love Tale: Thugs Need Luv Too

by Diamond Johnson

  “Fuck girl, stay your ass right there,” I grunted, fuckin her face rapidly and a minute later, I was busting all down her throat. Like the MVP that I trained her to be, she swallowed everything that I delivered her with no problems. I taught Nae how to suck dick when she was 16, and she had been doing the shit perfectly since then.

  “Stand your ass up and keep them heels on,” I ordered after she finished licking a nigga dry.

  You would think that a nigga would be ready to lay down after that good ass head, but I wanted to break my wife off with the punishment dick. I was about to teach her ass a lesson, then she’ll know to stop fuckin playing with me like I’m a damn joke. She stood up and did exactly as she was told. I pulled her in front of me and grabbed her by the waist, and slightly bent her over on the arm of the couch. I rammed my dick inside of her already hot, juicy pussy.

  “Shittt Sin…I love you baby,” she panted, placing her hands on the couch and making the arch in her back even deeper. I continued to hit her with death strokes, burying my dick balls deep into her pussy. Literally, my whole damn dick was filling her ass up, giving her little ass no fuckin room to breathe, even if she wanted to.

  “Go ahead, apologize to daddy. Tell daddy you sorry for acting up,” I said, talking shit as I banged my dick in and out of her, showing her little ass no mercy.

  “Uhhh….I’m sorry baby,” she moaned as she fucked me back. She was trying to take that dick like a champ, but each time I threw it, she would catch it but then whimper like a little puppy.

  I was fuckin her too good. She started screaming my name, and I knew she was getting ready to cum. I had both hands on her hips, guiding her back down on my dick each time it came out. Her hands were still gripping the edge of the sofa as I stood there, thrusting my hips from side to side inside of her soaking wet pussy.

  “Shitttttt babbbyyy,” she moaned, turning around to look back at me over her shoulder. I smirked as I watched her body shake from that one. I let her get herself together before I went back in. When she didn’t expect it, I rammed my dick right back inside of her, not even giving her enough time to recuperate.

  “I bet that nigga from last night couldn’t fuck you like this,” I taunted, bringing my hand around to softly massage her clit.

  “And I bet that bitch you met….Ohhh shittt...in Atlanta can’t take this dick like I can,” she shot back. I laughed as I slapped her ass. I don’t why the fuck my wife thought I had a bitch in Atlanta.

  “I told you the only bitch I got is you,” I said, pulling out and throwing her on her back. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and put them over her head. I was fuckin her like I was doing push-ups and I knew this would shut her shit-talking ass up now. I still wanted to see if she could talk shit from this position, though. This shit got her every time. Crying and shit, begging a nigga to stop.

  “Talk that shit now! What you was saying?” I asked as I moved deep inside of her, hitting her with long deep strokes. Sweat dripped from my body to hers, because I was really killing my wife with this dick down. She didn’t say shit; all she could do was lay there and make those sexy ass fuck faces that she did, holding onto my shoulder for dear life. I saw a tear fall from her eyes and I knew I was in too deep. She tried to move her hand from me so that she could quickly wipe it away, but I reached down and slapped her hand out of the way.

  “Naw naw don’t cry. You said you could take this dick, so take it,” I said, leaning up to stand up, dick still inside, and putting one of her toes in my mouth.

  She started throwing that pussy back at me, and I knew then that I had pissed her off. I made a grunt when her soft walls started sucking a nigga all the way in.

  “Mmmm my spot baby,” she cried.

  “Shit I’m cumiiing,” she moaned.

  I came inside her and fell right on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, breathing heavy.

  “I love you Sin,” she panted into my ear. Hearing her say that to me was like music to a nigga’s ears.

  “I love you too, with your hard headed ass. How you even knew where I was at?” I asked, placing kisses around her neck.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling at me.

  I smirked as I rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She laid with her head on my chest and looked at me.

  “Baby, do you really want a divorce?” she asked, looking at me with sad eyes.

  “No, you know I’m not letting your fine ass go nowhere,” I told her.

  “Okay and baby, you do know that Niy is yours,” she said.

  “Yeah baby, you don’t have to try and convince me of that. Baby, I already know. Baby girl look just like a nigga,” I confessed.

  “Okay and one last thing. Are you going to come back home?” she asked me.

  “I’ll see,” I told her.

  I watched as a tear fell from her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away. She laid her head back on my chest and few minutes later, she was passed out. I was going to come back home; I just needed to hang something over her head.

  Chapter 27: Imani

  3 Months later

  “What did the test say?” Breesha asked when I came from out of the bathroom in my bedroom.

  “I don’t know, I didn’t look,” I cried.

  “Imani, what you mean you didn’t look. Go check it,” Breesha said as she turned the TV off.

  I had just finished taking a pregnancy test. My period was supposed to come on three weeks ago, but it had yet to make its grand entrance. I knew deep down that I was pregnant, which is why I didn’t want to go look at the test. Every time I was around Rashard, he kept me on my toes. We stopped using protection a long time ago. Sometimes he would pull out, but most of the times he didn’t. I knew that my parents would be real disappointed in me if I were pregnant, especially my mom, because she had set high expectations for me, and me having a baby right now wasn’t in her list of plans. I hadn’t even brought Rashad over to meet my parents yet in the first place. I was still in school and everything, so I didn’t see what the big deal would be. Next semester, I was supposed to be graduating with my AA degree, and then in another two years, I would have my bachelors. This was all Rashard’s fuckin fault. I kept telling his selfish ass to put on a fuckin condom, but he would never listen to me.

  “Mani go check the test or I will,” Breesha told me.

  I stayed my ass glued to the fuckin couch. I was not about to move. Breesha sucked her teeth as she made her way inside of the bathroom to check the test for me. She came back a minute later and threw it on my lap.

  “You pregnant girl, and I’m pretty sure you already knew that,” she said, sitting next to me on the couch.

  I looked down at the two lines on the test and sure enough, I was pregnant. I put my head down and silently cried.

  “Ain’t no use in crying now, Mani. It’s already done, you need to accept that,” Breesha preached.

  “I know but damn, my mom is going to fuckin trip,” I cried.

  “Imani, girl you is fuckin grown. You don’t live with her! So what could she possibly do? She may be upset about it, but that’s it,” Breesha told me.

  I just continued to wipe away at the tears that kept falling. I was angry at myself, because I should have gotten on some type of pill or made Rashard strap up.

  “So you going to tell Shard or wait?” Breesha asked me.

  “I’m going to tell him. I feel like he did the shit on purpose too. And he kept making lil comments the other day talking about my ass is getting fat and when we have a daughter she was going to look just like me,” I said.

  Breesha found that to be so amusing. I shook my head and went inside my bathroom to run some water on my face. I grabbed my purse from off the dresser and told Breesha that I would be back.

  Imani

  Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Rashards house. I noticed all three of his cars in the driveway along with another black Camaro. He better hope it wasn’t a bitch, b
ecause the way my hormones were set up right now, I could probably kill a bitch. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Two minutes later, his cousin Mark came to the door with his ugly ass. The way his eyes traveled down my breasts to the tight white maxi dress I had on made me sick to my fuckin stomach. I sucked my teeth and walked past him. I heard him mumble something under his breath as I made my way in the house to find my man. He was in the den with the controller in his hand; I’m guessing him and Mark were playing the game before I came over.

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked, standing in the room before getting directly in front of him.

  He put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer to him.

  “Damn, a nigga can’t get no hi or nothing? And why this the first time I’m hearing from your ass today?” he asked me.

  I sucked my teeth as I watched his cousin walk back in the room. It’s like damn, could I have some privacy with my man?

  “Baby come upstairs with me, I need to talk to you,” I said, ignoring the question that he had just asked me. He threw the controller down on the couch and stood up.

  “Nigga I’ll be back, let me see what’s up with my lady. And don’t start the game back up either with your cheating ass,” I heard my man tell Mark.

  He came up behind me and picked me up, and carried me up the stairs. I smiled as he did that. When we got inside the room, he placed me back on my feet.

  “What’s up? What you had to talk to me about?” he said, closing the door after him. I looked at him for a few seconds before I began.

  “My period was supposed to come on three weeks ago and it still hasn’t come. I took a test today and I found out that I’m pregnant,” I said, getting straight to the point.

  A smile crept up on Rashard’s face, and that only confirmed that he did the shit on purpose. He pulled me into him and I tugged away.

  “You did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked.

  “Did what?” he asked, playing dumb.

  “Rashard, you know what I’m talking about. I damn near begged you to put on a condom each time, but you never do. And then you’ll say you’ll pull out, but you don’t do that shit either,” I fussed.

  “Man Mani, gone on with all that. Fuck I look like fuckin my lady with a damn rubber! And no I didn’t do the shit on purpose, but shit I’m glad it happened,” he snapped. I sucked my teeth and turned to leave. He pulled me into him.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why you got an attitude about it?” he barked.

  “I don’t have an attitude about it. The timing just isn’t right,” I tried to reason with him.

  “Well you better fuckin make it right, because you keeping my baby,” he said.

  “Who the fuck said I wasn’t going to keep it?” I wanted to know.

  “Nobody! It just sounds like you having doubts and shit,” he said.

  I looked up at him and kissed him on his lips. I wanted to make sure he knew that I wasn’t having doubts at all.

  “Baby, I’m not doubting it at all. Like I said, I just wish we could have waited. I just have to accept the fact, that’s all. Oh and baby, one more thing before I leave,” I said.

  “What Imani?” he asked annoyed as he went to sit on the bed. I stood in front of him because I was dead serious. I needed him to check his cousin about it.

  “Baby, I don’t like the way Mark be staring at me when I come around. I can take the staring, it’s just the way he do the shit. He don’t even try to be discreet with it either,” I confessed.

  “Alright lil one, I’ll talk to him about that,” he said.

  “I’m serious, Shard,” I warned.

  “Shit, I’m serious too,” he said, pulling me on top of him.

  He lifted my dress over my head and continued kissing me. This was the reason why my ass was pregnant now. I couldn’t seem to tell this man no.

  Chapter 28: Sharice

  “Bria, come in here and get your damn shoes from out of my damn living room,” I yelled at my daughter.

  Dontae would be over later to pick her ass up, and I couldn’t wait until he got here. This little bitch was working my nerves. Every time she was over here, all I heard was “Breesha this and Breesha that.” I was Team Fuck Breesha, and I didn’t even know who the hoe was. Bria came in the living room, and sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. I threw the broom down that I had in my hand and walked over to her and jacked her up by her shirt.

  “Fix your damn attitude little girl, before I fix that shit for you,” I hissed at her. Truth be told, I never really had any problems out of my daughter, it was just the simple fact that I hated her just because, and I would find any reason so I could beat her.

  “I want to go to my daddy’s house,” she said while I still had my hands tugging at her shirt. That little comment made me so mad that I ended up shoving her so hard, and she tripped over the broom and fell straight on her ass.

  “Get up and go to your room,” I told her.

  She got her little ass up and went crying to her room. She was getting on my fuckin nerves. I hoped for her sake that her daddy was on his way, so I didn’t end up killing her little ass in here. It took Dontae’s ass two months to let me see my daughter again after that shit went down the night that he came over here and beat Fred’s ass. He let me know that I was not allowed to have Fred around our daughter and so far, I’ve been doing well with that, which is why I’m so ready for Dontae to come pick up this little girl, so that I could spend some alone time with my man.

  Imani

  I was on the way to my parents’ house to go ahead and have that talk with them. I was already prepared for my mom to snap on me about being pregnant. Quite frankly, I didn’t care what she had to say anymore. Shit, I was grown and it wasn’t like I was still living with her. I mean, no I didn’t plan on having a baby so soon, but it is what it is and I’ll be damn if I go and get an abortion. It just wasn’t happening. I’m not going to lie, at first the idea of having an abortion did cross my mind, but I didn’t think that I would be able to go through with it. I knew that my cousins wouldn’t approve of it, and I also knew that Shard would try to kill my ass if he knew that I even thought about having an abortion.

  I pulled up to my parents’ house and said a quick prayer before I went inside. I saw my grandmother’s and my mom’s car in the driveway, but my father’s truck wasn’t here. Shit, now I was going to hear it from the both of them and my daddy wasn’t going to be here to help me out. I knew I should have brought Breesha along with me. I got out of the car and headed to the front door. I rang the doorbell and a minute later, my mom came to the door.

  “Hey Mommy” I cooed, trying to sound like everything was all good.

  “Hey Mani,” my mother said, giving me a hug.

  I walked in the house and I saw my grandmother standing over the stove preparing dinner.

  “Hey grandma,” I said, kissing her cheek.

  My grandmother was a yellow bone like the rest of the ladies in the family. Standing at 5’5 and maybe 145 pounds, my grandmother was the shit for her age. She was 62 years old, but didn’t look a day over 30. The women in my family all looked good for their age, and I only hoped that I looked that good when I got older.

  “Hey girl, I haven’t seen your ass in weeks. Your mama told me that you got yourself a little boyfriend now. Is that the reason why I haven’t seen my granddaughter?” my grandma asked, turning around to look at me as I sat down on the stool in the kitchen.

  “No grandma, that’s not the reason. I be tired from school,” I whined, lying my ass off. If I wasn’t at school, I was with Rashard, spending most of my time with him.

  “Yeah, whatever you say,” she said. I had to laugh at her jealous ass. I sat there playing with my fingers trying to muster up the courage to drop this bomb on them.

  “Look y’all, I got something I need to tell you guys,” I said, looking up at them.

  “What is It, Imani?” my mom asked. Shit, I was scared now. The on
ly time my mom ever called me Imani is when she was being dead ass serious. From the look on her face, I already knew she wasn’t about to like this news. I couldn’t turn back now, because I had already started.

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurted out with my head down, unable to give them any type of eye contact.

  “What?” my mom asked, sucking her teeth and walking over to me. My grandmother turned around with the spoon in her hand with her mouth hanging wide open.

  “Imani, please tell me that you’re fuckin joking around,” my mom said, standing directly in front of me.

  “No I’m not playing, I’m serious,” I said, this time looking at her.

  “Did y’all plan this shit? Imani, you got all the time in the world to have kids. Your main priority right now is to focus on school,” my mom said.

  “No, I didn’t plan it, it just happened,” I said, looking back down.

  “What the fuck you mean it just happened? He wasn’t using a condom?” my grandma asked, cutting in.

  “Sometimes,” I whispered, still twiddling my thumbs, which is something I always do when I’m nervous.

  “Speak up, I can’t fuckin hear you,” my mom yelled, hitting her hand on the island in front of me.

  “Sometimes he did. Not all the time though, Ma,” I said, annoyed that she was putting me out on the spot like this.

  “Imani, you can’t be that fuckin stupid. You don’t know what that nigga got and you letting this man go inside you without a rubber. That was so fuckin stupid of you,” my mom fussed.

  I sat there the whole time and didn’t say anything. Honestly, there wasn’t nothing that I could say. I knew Shard didn’t have anything though, because he’d told me numerous of times that I was the only female that he had ever went inside raw, and for some reason I believed him.

  “So what you going to do about this?” my mom asked after she had calmed down.