He handed me his phone that had a video on the screen, so I tapped the play button. I laughed seeing Lanai holding the bag of rose petals that was almost the same size as her. She was throwing her arms up and down, getting them everywhere, with her daddy in the background having a fit.
“Shit ain’t funny. I had to clean all that bullshit up, then go buy some more for the fucking tub and shit. Be happy I love yo’ ass.”
“I love you too.” I moved in closer between his legs as he stayed seated on the bed.
“Put this on.” He handed me a gift bag as he took his phone from me.
“It’s nothing in here, Shai.”
“Exactly.”
Setting the bag down, I dropped my robe and just stood there, letting him take it all in. He rose to his feet, towering over me, and then pushed his sweats down. At that time, I noticed the boat was now moving, and we were traveling across the waters. It was scary but so amazing at the same time.
Mischief laid my naked body down on the bed, and then grabbed one of the bottles of champagne from the ice bucket. I took that time to get a strawberry from the glass bowl next to the bed, and took a sensual bite as I laid there with my legs propped up and my feet flat on the bed. I continued eating the strawberry slowly with my legs open, watching his dick rise under his boxers at the sight of me.
“Quit playing, Laine.” He chuckled in a way that said he was gonna have me walking funny tomorrow.
“I’m not playing, daddy,” I responded, eyebrow raised as I finished off the strawberry. His look turned serious so damn quickly.
He finally was able to pull his sexy bedroom eyes from between my legs, and made his way back over to me. Getting onto the bed, he stood on his knees in between my legs as I grabbed another strawberry. Looking up at him, I bit it again. His perfect teeth sunk deeply into his bottom lip as he let some of the champagne trickle onto my nipples. He quickly slurped it up, playing with my nipple ring that I’d recently gotten put back in.
“Mmm,” I moaned, mid bite of the strawberry as he sucked the champagne off my other nipple. He then took a gulp of the champagne straight from the bottle, and then I sat up a little so I could do the same.
He let out a little more bubbly on my flat stomach, and slurped that up as well, sucking hard and sticking his tongue in my belly button. His mouth traveled down and he began sucking on my inner thighs, getting me so wet I could literally feel the substance dripping down. Like a hungry lion, he licked it up and then poured a little champagne on my vagina.
“You know I’ve been craving this shit,” he mumbled against my clit, lapping up my juices and the champagne.
I took the bottle from him, and he yanked my bottom half closer to his face and began eating. I could barely set the bottle down as my body began to react to his tongue-lashing. Flicking his tongue over my clit, he collapsed his lips around it and sucked gently.
“Shai,” I whimpered, letting the strawberry fall because I couldn’t control my movements.
He pressed both of my thighs into my stomach, and kept them pinned there by holding the backs of my knees as he feasted on me. Seeing him put those sexy lips to work made me cum so hard my body trembled. He let my legs down onto his shoulders so he could really get in there, and I exploded so ferociously that my thighs damn near put him in a headlock while my body jerked uncontrollably. I kept my legs spread wide, watching him as he sloppily French kissed my pussy while I tried to come back from my multiple orgasms.
“Oh fuck!” I called out, trembling as he kissed up my limp body. A sexy smile spread across his face at my reaction, just before he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He got out of the bed, pulled off his boxers, and then carried me out of the little bedroom. We came to the upper level of the boat, which was outside, and the wind slapped the shit out of me.
“Shai, it’s cold,” I whined.
“I’m gon’ warm that ass up.” He let me down once we got close to the railing, and when I scanned the area, he said, “Don’t worry, the driver can’t see us.” It was kind of dark, but we could still see one another; nippy but romantic.
He guided me down to my knees, and I took him into my mouth. I lubricated the tip for a little bit, getting my mouth nice and drenched, then I moved further down his shaft. His soft groans motivated me, so I began letting the tip hit the back of my throat just the way he liked. He gripped the railing of the boat for leverage, so I sped up, sucking the life out of him until he released down my throat.
“Turn around.” He pinned me up against the railing of the boat so that I could see the dark water and all the beautiful ass houses we were passing.
Before I could complain about the cold again, he was barging himself inside of me. I felt my juices gush around his long, thick pole as my clit throbbed, letting me know I was about to cum already. I gripped the railing tightly as he moved in and out of me slowly, while gripping the front of my neck. We were for real fucking outside on a damn yacht like some exhibitionists.
Reaching around the front of me with his free hand, he toyed with my clit as he sucked and bit on my shoulders, while still pummeling me from behind. He was right about warming me up because I was no longer cold; I was burning up.
“Where the fuck you going?” He yanked my head back by my hair. “You better take this dick, Laine,” he demanded, before sucking my lips.
In no time, I was releasing hard, but he didn’t slow up his strokes. He continued to pound me hard as hell from the back, and up against this railing so I couldn’t run. I felt him leaving hickies all over the side of my neck as he beat it up, slapping our skin together. His big hand held the front of my neck, but not too tightly, while his other had a handful of my ass, which ensured that he got deeply inside of me.
“Mmmm, ahhh.” My voice shook violently as he fucked me good and hard. “Shaiiiii,” I whimpered, releasing.
He hugged my body from behind, groping my breasts in the process.
“You came hard as hell for daddy,” he whispered to me as he brought me back inside the room of the yacht, still holding my weak body from behind.
Throwing me down onto the bed, he climbed between my legs and plunged inside of me. We both gasped together, before kissing like maniacs. He started off slowly, winding his hips into me and hitting my spot. He then pressed one of my knees outward, pinning it to the bed so he could have more access, and then started to pound away.
“Ahhh, ahh, ahh!” I called out, holding his sides tightly as he rammed me. I swear I was so wet that I could feel it getting on the sheets under us.
As I called out, this asshole mimicked my moans and chuckled, before biting down hard on my neck without slowing up his strokes.
“Shut up and take this shit,” he ordered, fucking me so good I wanted to cry.
“Uuuhh, uhh, mmm,” I cried out.
“You gon’ have my baby again, Laine?” He slowed down, gripping my face and kissing me hungrily. “Huh?”
“Yeah,” I whined.
He put one of my legs over his shoulders and bit my inner thigh before sucking it. Plunging into me a few more times, his body stiffened, and we both exploded together, calling out like a church choir.
Panting heavily, he kissed me again and reached for the lamp to cut it off.
“I’m serious,” he whispered.
“I know.”
We laid there in the dark, kissing like we’d never see each other again, and listening to the faint sounds of the water below us.
“I love you so much, Shai,” I whispered against his lips before we resumed kissing.
“I love you too, baby.”
What I felt for him was unexplainable, but whenever in his presence, I felt a nervousness in my stomach and my skin would heat up. He was everything to me; him and Lanai.
***
The next morning…
Mischief and I woke up, took a shower together, brushed our teeth, and then went to pick Lanai up from the house. I put her in one of her cute little bathing suits, and slicked her
hair up into a small bun, making her look so adorable.
The three of us got back onto the boat along with the driver, a chef, and a hostess. Getting on and off of this boat was a struggle because I was already feeling the aftereffects of my husband sexing me all night.
As we moved across the pretty blue waters, we ate breakfast together. Lanai kept banging her chunky hands on the plates and shit, making so much noise; and like always, Mischief wasn’t bothered by it at all.
“Pool! A pool, Mommy!”
“I know, I know,” I cooed to Lanai when she pointed to the outside of the boat with her little arm.
“Tell your mama you need a sibling, Nai.”
“Need sib…ing, Mommy.” She repeated it dryly as she shoved a piece of croissant from my plate into her mouth and frowned at the taste. She would always frown at the taste of everything, even if she liked it.
“Shai, hush, please.”
After we finished eating, Mischief took some pictures of Lanai and I in our red swimsuits, and then we went to sit down on the outside of the boat to enjoy the scenery. I had on a two-piece, and of course Mischief made Lanai wear a one-piece.
“Baby, I think you’re already pregnant, high-key.” He kissed down my shoulder as he let Lanai stand up in his lap.
“No, I’m not. If anyone would know, I would know.”
Leaning closer to my ear, he said, “You ran from it last night. You ain’t done that in years, baby.” He kissed my ear after speaking, sending a message right down between my legs. “And your pussy felt pregnant.”
“How can a vagina feel pregnant, Shai?”
“Wetter than usual, and your shit already gets hella wet for me. I didn’t wanna come up outta that shit.”
If I was pregnant, I couldn’t have been too far along because I felt fine. With Lanai, I was so tired all of the fucking time, so there was some sort of sign. Not to mention I was barfing every ten minutes.
“Well, I’m not pregnant.”
“Prove it then.” He pulled a pregnancy test from his pocket.
“Shai, no. Let’s just enjoy this right now and I will take it another time. But I promise you I’m not pregnant, okay?”
“Say ‘mama quit bullshitting’.” He kissed Lanai. Thankfully, she was too busy watching the water and houses we passed, while leaning into his chest and lightly hugging his neck.
“Stop doing that before she starts cursing.”
“So. It’s about time she learns my native language. Ain’t that right, Nai.”
“Give me my baby.” I laughed, taking her chunky butt. She wiggled her little body wildly, so I let her down and she began wandering.
Mischief grabbed her up and sat her next to him, before pulling me into his lap. I straddled him, and caressed the sides of his handsome face, which reminded me of something.
“Oh, I forgot to show you something!”
I hopped off his lap and went to get the music magazine I’d bought yesterday on my way to the spa, when I was on the phone with Cassie. Mischief had shot a cover, and we’d both been waiting for it to hit the shelves.
“Fuck you smiling like you want some dick for?” he quizzed me, eyes low as he licked his lips.
“You think everything I do means I want some dick.” He gave me a look that said ‘well’, so I rolled my eyes. “The Compton Gangster Producer with the Modelesque Looks!” I read the caption on the cover. He looked so handsome on it, mean mugging with his fine thugged out ass.
“Let me see that shit.” He snatched it and read the cover, shaking his head. “I definitely would not have done this shit had I known these muthafuckas would have this fucking title. You see this shit, Nai?”
My baby gave him some baby talk in response, pointing to the magazine as he flipped through it to his interview. The doctor said it was good that he talked to her as if she could fully understand and talk back, because her brain was developing very well. She knew fifteen more words than most two year olds, and she wouldn’t be three anytime soon. I smoothed her hair back as I watched her cute self, stare at the magazine along with her father, frowning just like his ass.
“I’m sure that’s why they didn’t tell you, Shai.”
“Daddy!” Lanai screeched and stabbed her little finger into the picture.
“That’s right, Nai.” I chuckled as Mischief kissed her. I got back into Mischief’s lap, and kissed his temple as he read. “You are very handsome, baby, so take it all as a compliment.” He looked so good in the photos, especially the close-ups and the ones where he was wearing a suit.
I was hoping he would still be down for the photo shoot we had next week. A magazine wanted all three of us to do the cover and an interview, just like he’d done for this music magazine. I would be on pins and needles waiting for that one to come out, and see if my baby had my modeling skills.
“Shit, I know I’m a handsome ass nigga, but that model shit is a muthafucking negative.”
I chortled loudly, and kissed the side of his full lips, continuing to enjoy the boat ride with my little family that would possibly be expanding soon…
My Baby Is a West Coast King IV
By
Shvonne Latrice
Chapter One: Laine Benjamin
One week later…
“Flash us the ring, Laine,” the photographer shouted to me.
I happily and strategically placed my hand on my hip to blind them all with the big ass rock on my finger that told every hoe I was Mrs. Shai Tayler Benjamin. Sadly, women these days didn’t care if a man was married with a family; all they wanted was to come up off of his name or be able to say they fucked him. However, it’d be a cold day in hell before some hoe would be able to tell the world she got some dick from my husband. I’d take a chainsaw to both of their asses.
“And we’re all done.” The photographer smiled after she took the last picture.
We’d had photos of Lanai taken first because we knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate long enough. Luckily, we finished with her, as well as the family photos before she got too restless. She was calm during Mischief’s photo shoot, but of course, when it was my turn, she started to act up and cry so I had to help Mischief calm her down. Now her little ass was knocked the hell out, and I was able to complete my session.
“Aye, can y’all make sure y’all don’t put any gay ass tag lines on this shit? I’m not fucking with that,” Mischief told Morvyn, the owner of the magazine and the one who asked us to do the cover.
“Shai.” I nudged him lightly.
“Gay? How do you mean?” She chuckled, eyes moving up and down his tall built frame. I locked my arms around his torso to remind her that he was taken.
“Yeah, like soft shit. Just keep it G, can you do that?” He stared down at her, one arm draped around me and the other hanging at his side.
After inhaling sharply and eyeing his tatted arms and hands, she said, “Yeah, I can do that. I have your email so I will contact you once everything is ready. And thank you guys again for doing this. I really appreciate it.”
“Welcome,” I replied, putting my hand into Mischief’s and pulling him along with me.
As we walked by a sleeping Lanai, he scooped her up and kissed her cheek before lying her on his chest. I was praying her little ass didn’t wake up because she had terrorized the set earlier all because she was tired.
“You look good as a muthafucka in that.” Mischief grabbed a handful of my ass with his free hand.
“It’s just a dress, Shai.”
“Yeah, but from back here it looks like more than a dress. I know you’re pregnant.”
“You calling me fat?”
“No. You know you ain’t nowhere near fat. It’s your job not to be fat, but yo’ ass is a little plumper. I’m gon’ have to see what that shit do later.”
“Oh my gosh.” I chuckled at his nasty but serious ass.
We packed our things up and then a driver took us back to our home where my grandmother was. This evening the whole crew w
as going to Vegas, minus Ishmael and Kady because the latter was about to give birth at any minute.
After I bathed Lanai, I handed her off to my grandmother so she could feed her while I took a shower. We were only gonna be gone for three days, but I prayed my baby didn’t give my grandmother a heart attack by then.
As I let the water run over me, I heard Mischief get in, so a small smile crept across my face as I shook my head.
“We’re on a time schedule.”
“I know. Bend yo’ ass over so we can hurry up.”
Turned on by his rude ass, I did as I was told…
One nasty shower sex session later…
Our bags were already packed, so once we got out of the shower, we gathered our things and then rushed out to the party bus that was waiting. We were gonna fly, but Cassie, Erynne, and I wanted to make a road trip out of it so we opted for a bus. The boys didn’t want that, but we had the vaginas so at the end of the day, we got what we wanted.
I didn’t know about leaving all the kids with my grandmother, but she swore it was fine and that no one could be worse than my mom and uncle. I was still on edge though because my grandma was no spring chicken, but we would only be about four hours away, so if something did happen we could fly home quickly. Cassie’s mom and husband agreed to help her so that was an upside.
Once the bus had finally picked up Erynne and Chaz, after Kordell and Cassie, we were on our way to Las Vegas. We had snacks, small sandwiches, water, juice, and of course some very expensive bottles of champagne.
“Nah, she might be pregnant.” Mischief blocked the glass that Erynne attempted to hand me.
“Shai!”
“You don’t know yet?” Erynne questioned, still reaching the glass out to me.
“I know I’m not, but he wants me to take a test and I haven’t. However, I already know the answer so, the glass please.”
As soon as it got in my hands, Mischief took the glass and downed it.
“Anybody that gives her a drink during this whole trip is gon’ have a problem with me.”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody scared of you,” Chaz snickered, sipping a glass of Jack Daniels that the boys had brought along.
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