Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 3

by Diamond D Johnson

  “Answer my question before you cum,” I whispered in her ear once I felt vibrations coming from her pussy. I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she opened the flood gates.

  Her mouth hung open as she grinded her pussy on my fingers, ready to ride the wave of her first orgasm. With my free hand, I tried to get my sweats off because the second she started cumming, I wanted to run my dick up inside of her.

  “I’ll never mess around on you… Hmmm… babyyyy… stayyy right thereeee… shitttt,” she cried.

  A bunch of juices seeped out of her, wetting up all my fingers. I got her tights down in less than one second, and before she knew it, I had my dick inside her. This big motha fucka was making it known that he was home, and he was there to fuck up some shit. There was just something about me needing to see my wife ass naked when we fucked. I couldn’t fuck Normani with her wearing any clothes, so I removed the shirt she was wearing, threw it on the counter, and her little titties popped out next. Bringing my hands forward, I cuffed them and played with her nipples while continuing to ram my dick in and out of her.

  My eyes rolled as Normani released the most beautiful, angelic moans that I had ever heard in my life, all the while throwing her ass back on my dick at the same speed.

  “This what you wanted anyway! You purposely choose to have an attitude with a nigga, so I could pull you to the side and fuck some sense into you!” I groaned in her ear as I talked my shit.

  Normani wasn’t paying what I said any attention as her eyes rolled, and she held onto the edge of the counter for dear life. When her motions slowed down, and she was no longer keeping up with me, and I felt her release that moan that sounded like a cry, I knew my dick was fuckin’ that first orgasm out of her. The second she came, I pulled her by her arm, turning us around. I put my back against the bathroom counter and lifted her in my arms. Her arms went around my neck, while mine held her tightly by her ass. In seconds, she lowered that pussy back onto my dick, and I knew that position was where she would milk me for everything I had.

  “You got the best pussy in the world, bae,” I moaned.

  She gave me a look as if to say, “Duh, nigga.”

  “I know! That’s why you married me in a matter of three months,” she moaned while going up and down on my dick.

  I smirked at her slick ass comment, and then I raised my hand and slapped her hard on her ass, making her body shudder on me.

  “Fuck, girl! Fuck! I’m ’bout to nut.” I groaned, trying to slow her movements down because I wanted to feel everything that came with busting this nut, but she kept riding me faster.

  Normani released when I did, and once we were done, I sat her down on the bathroom counter, so I could wash my dick off. The whole time I did that, I felt her eyes on me. She crossed one of her legs on top of the other, more than likely to calm down her thumping pussy, and then she reached over in one of the drawers where she kept the accessories for her hair. While she was pulling her hair up, I could still feel those big ass gray eyes on a nigga.

  “Where did you go after work? I called you, and you didn’t answer,” she said.

  I couldn’t even say that I was shocked because I knew that question would come next. My dick was cleaned off, free from all her juices that were like crack to me. I pulled my boxers and my sweats back up then I washed my hands at the sink.

  “I paid your daddy’s church a visit,” I told her, saying the shit all nonchalant like it was no big deal.

  I could tell by the way Normani was nodding her head that she wasn’t feeling what I just said to her.

  “And you don’t think that should have been something you told me as soon as you came into the house and—”

  “Yeah, after I fucked you, with your uptight ass! Damn. I was about to tell you the shit right now!” I said.

  “Billionaire, no you weren’t! Do you not see why I’m uptight? Look at the dumb shit that you keep doing! I need to be on one accord with you! I need to know the moves that you are out here making. You just go and do these big ass moves without even telling me first—”

  “Because, shorty, I don’t need your fuckin’ permission to do shit! I’m a grown ass fuckin’ man, yo!” I spat.

  When I said that, her eyes popped damn near out of her sockets. She jumped off the counter, getting all in my face like she was about to fuck some shit up.

  “Did I say that I had to give you my permission to do a damn thing? I said that I would just like to know what you’re doing! I don’t like the way you’re moving with me, Billionaire. You’re going out in the street and doing shit behind my back, and you pretend that nothing even happened. The way you just fucked me, I never would have even thought that you’d just gotten back from seeing my father! You have the nerve to say that we’re fine and that life is good when it’s not. I thought I knew you. Now that I think about it, the bitch, Suki, from New York was probably telling me the truth when she said that you and her speak frequently,” she said, taking this shit somewhere completely different.

  I knew this shit was no laughing matter, but I laughed to keep from spazzing out on her ass. This shit was just feeling all too fuckin’ familiar to a nigga. Listening to Normani talk, I felt like I was dealing with my baby mama all over again. I could tell by the way Normani was talking that I had her mad because anybody who knew my wife knew that she ain’t even curse like that. Me personally, I knew that the only time she cursed was when I was fuckin’ her, and she was telling me that she could feel my dick in her chest.

  “Yo, you all over the place right now. What is it that got you mad at me? Are you mad about a lying ass bitch from New York that’s still obsessed over my dick years later, or are you mad because I didn’t run down my schedule to you today? Which one is it, Normani, because a nigga is fuckin’ confused! My nut is still dripping down your thighs, and you’re choosing to argue about some minor ass shit before you even give a nigga a chance to talk! I came home and saw that something was wrong with you, so I handled that! I wasn’t about to tell you shit until I figured out what was wrong with you!” I barked at her. Real shit, she was pissing me off.

  “You’re what’s wrong with me! I’m going home because I don’t want to be around you,” she said and was about to walk past me, but I grabbed her arm and backed her into the wall.

  “What fuckin’ home, Normani? This the only home your ass got! We selling that shit this week because I’m tired of you throwing that shit in my face every time yo’ ass gets mad when shit don’t go your spoiled ass way! You my wife! Not a lil bitch I’m fuckin’ on the side, not a girlfriend, but my fuckin’ wife. Because that’s your title, you’re going to sleep under the same roof as me at all fuckin’ times. My whole fuckin’ baby is inside you right now, so you damn sure not going no fuckin’ where!

  “I don’t know if the shit you got going on with your daddy got you paranoid or some shit, but shorty, I ain’t your enemy. In your eyes, I’m probably moving wrong, but to me, certain shit, I don’t want to keep throwing at you because yo’ emotions been all over the fuckin’ place since Mexico. I’m looking you in your eyes, and I’m telling you that last night, I had no desire to tell you that a nigga told me he was paid by your daddy to take me out. If you found that shit out, you were just going to find it out from somebody else, because I wasn’t about to stress you out with that shit. Now that you know the shit, I swear on my kids I was going to tell you that I went to the church this evening. I just was trying to make sure that my wife was good first. I can’t fuck my wife and make sure she’s straight?” I asked her, but she ignored me.

  “Fix your fuckin’ attitude, yo,” I said and put my hands on the bottom of her chin, making her look at me because the whole time I was talking to her, her eyes were pointed toward the floor.

  I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, and then I dropped her chin, prepared to walk away from her because I could tell she still wasn’t feeling me.

  “I swear to God I’m serious about selling that house. You done got
too fuckin’ comfortable saying shit about going back home, when this is your fuckin’ home! My fuckin’ baby is growing inside of you, Normani, and you’re choosing to beef with your nigga—”

  “Because you keep leaving me out of stuff, Billionaire! Just leave me alone! Go! Like you were getting ready to do!” she screamed with big tears falling from her eyes.

  No, I ain’t like to see my wife crying, but she was tripping, and I would not stand there and baby her.

  “Ima leave you alone because you about to get your fuckin’ feelings hurt in here,” I said, and then I walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

  I could hear her crying on the other side of the door, but I kept on because I knew she needed a second to herself, versus me all up in her chest, trying to force her to calm down. I made it downstairs, so I could see what Khari was down there doing. She had managed to climb her ass up on the kitchen counter and get some cookies out of the cookie jar, which I had to hide on top of the refrigerator because her ass thought she was supposed to eat junk food all day. It was like pulling teeth to get this little girl to eat regular food.

  “I only had one, Daddy. I promise,” she said and showed me the one cookie she had in her hands.

  She had an Oreo cookie with the chocolate all around her mouth. She would not have all that leftover evidence from eating one damn cookie, so I knew she had to have more. Fuckin’ around with Normani, I let her piss a nigga off just that fuckin’ fast, so really, I would not get on my daughter for eating shit that she knew she was supposed to have asked for. I ended up wetting a couple of paper towels and wiped her face then helped her down from the kitchen counter.

  “Is Normani going to be okay?” she asked.

  Where we were standing, we couldn’t hear Normani’s cries, but she had more than likely heard us when we were upstairs arguing. I hated arguing in front of my kids. Nesha and I used to do that shit years ago in front of Lil Bill. The only thing is our shit used to be far worse because Nesha didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself, which would lead to me not knowing how to keep my hands to myself either.

  “She straight. You better stop eating all this bullshit. Teeth gon’ fall right out yo’ mouth,” I told her, and she cracked up, thinking that was the funniest shit in the damn world.

  While she cracked up laughing, I heard the doorbell ringing. I went to answer it, knowing that it was my son, and Khari was right behind me. I opened it and laughed when I saw Lil Bill standing on the other side of the door with his food in his hands that his mama talked all that shit about not going to get for him. I looked out into the driveway, and I saw Sidnesha getting Lil’ Bill’s things from out of the backseat.

  “Boy, go help your mama get your shit from out the back,” I told him, and he took off running to the car with Khari’s little ass right on his heels. I followed them to the car. As I approached, Sidnesha was pulling Khari in and giving her a hug.

  “You might as well let me keep him here for the rest of the week,” I told Sidnesha, once I was close enough to her.

  “And have me come home to an empty house for the rest of the week? I think not. I’ll pick him up from school tomorrow and bring him back here on Friday. Where is the Mrs.? I want to tell her congrats,” Sidnesha said with a smile on her face.

  “I’ll relay the message,” I told her.

  I wasn’t opposed to having my wife and Sidnesha chop it up, but I knew Normani was upstairs in the bathroom, and she was fucked up, so now just wasn’t the best time to do that.

  “What? You don’t want me around your wife? You think Ima talk bad about you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

  “That’s the least of my worries, shorty. Enjoy your evening. Make sure that nigga pay for your food too. I gotta say that because y’all be fuckin’ with some corny ass niggas,” I said before grabbing my son by the back of his head and pulling him to me.

  Lil Bill laughed at what I said to his mama.

  “Negro, please! He lets me choose whatever I want off the menu. He don’t give me a limit either. We only do five-star dining. Not Fridays or whatever other cheap ass restaurants you used to take me to,” she said.

  “I was younger back then. I ain’t know where the fuck I was supposed to take nobody out to eat at. I do now. Closed down the whole restaurant for my wife, just so it could be me and her,” I boasted.

  “Good night, Billionaire. Bye, baby,” she said to our son before coming over and kissing him on the top of his head. She did the same thing to Khari, and then she got into her car and left.

  Real shit, I was happy to be on this type of page with Sidnesha. We finally had it right. We were on one page now, where the only thing that mattered to us was our son. Now, I had to get shit right with my big ass fuckin’ cry baby upstairs. How the fuck could somebody so fuckin’ little and stress the fuck out of a nigga the way she was? People liked to say that the first year of marriage was the hardest, but I would not speak that shit on us. I had faith that Normani and I could get better, but we would just have to fix the way we communicate because that shit was fuckin’ terrible.

  I was standing outside of Trinity’s apartment, waiting for her to open the door. Eventually, I heard movement coming from the other side of the door, and then the door opened really slow, and she was standing on the other side, holding a sleeping Tegan in her arms. She put her finger over her mouth, basically telling me to be quiet as I made my way into the house.

  For Trinity to have just given birth to our daughter a week ago, I had to admit that she looked good. Her long hair was braided back into two French braids, and the only thing she wore was one of those nursing bras and a pair of cotton shorts. She had house shoes on her feet and the little burping blanket on her shoulder as she gently patted Tegan’s back. Trinity let me into the house, and I went to close the door.

  “She just fell asleep. I’m going to lay her down,” Trinity whispered to me.

  I kissed my daughter on her small cheek, and then I followed Trinity. We had to pass the dining room area to get to the nursery, and that’s where I saw a bunch of Happy Birthday balloons and even a birthday cake on the dining room table. Damn. I hoped it wasn’t shorty’s birthday and I hadn’t even said anything to her about it. I waved it off and followed her into the nursery. Trinity didn’t give Tegan the traditional pink and white nursery that a lot of little girls had. In fact, it was more of a safari theme, which was dope as fuck. I missed out on making all this shit because I was still trying to convince myself around that time that the baby wasn’t mine.

  There was a huge, stuffed giraffe that sat off to the side of the room, along with different animals. The closet doors were open, and I shook my head each time I saw the amount of clothes this little girl had. The clothes went in order by colors and their sizes. There was also a dresser with the baby changer up top, and that dresser stored a bunch of other clothes as well. A crib, a rocking chair, and antique baby toys that Tegan wasn’t big enough to play with yet also filled the room.

  Trinity softly lay Tegan on her back while I stood by the door, watching the entire thing. She patted her on her stomach a couple of times, checked the camera to make sure it was properly on her, and then we both left the room. Then she went into the kitchen and started washing out the breast pump along with some other dishes in the sink. I stood off to the side, watching her, just in amazement at the way a woman’s body worked because not even trying to gas shorty or no shit like that, but I swear it didn’t look like she just had a baby at all.

  Billion kept clowning me, telling me I was falling for my baby mama, but the truth is, I just fucked with the type of mom that Trinity was, so I guess that had me somewhat attracted to her.

  “Whose birthday is it?” I asked, and she let out a low chuckle.

  “Mine. I turned twenty-six,” Trinity told me. She said it like the shit was no big deal to her.

  “Why you ain’t tell me it was your birthday? I would have gone and got you something,” I said. She looked up
from the dishes she was washing and stared up at me.

  “Because you’re not obligated to get me anything. Tegan is down for the night, and it’s not even nine o’clock yet. After I finish washing these dishes, I can get me a good bath in, find me a good movie to watch on TV, and just relax. That’s the best birthday gift that I could ask for. That and the little girl that I have back there,” she told me.

  I nodded, respecting it. With my arms folded and posted up against her refrigerator, I watched Trinity.

  “What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

  “Why?” she questioned.

  “Because it’s weird as fuck that we got a whole baby together, and I didn’t even know that today was your birthday. I want to find out more shit about you because now that I think about it, we hardly even know each other,” I spoke up, as she set the dishes in the drainer, that she had on the side of the sink.

  “That’s because all we ever did was fuck, Monterius. You never wanted anything more out of me because you had your own situation going on. I really thought about the things that your mother told us in that hospital room, and I want to do the things that she recommended for us to do. I want to keep it to where it’s about Tegan only. At the same time, Monterius, I’m not a stupid bitch. I know you only care to ask me what my favorite color is because you and Twinkle are probably done for good this time. I think everyone in America saw that she just got engaged to that NBA player. I let you play on my worth for too long. This time, you not about to make me out to be a rebound chick. Keep it about Tegan and Tegan only. I done made some mistakes in the past, but now seeing that I have a little girl looking up to me, I have to make better decisions, and that starts with my choice in men,” she said, then folded her arms and looked at me.