He started to finger me, trying to finish what I had started down there. I was horny out of my damn mind. I could hardly keep my eyes open.
“Baby, I want to cummmm,” I moaned because he was teasing me.
Right when he would have me on the brink of ecstasy, he would stop. My moans were loud, and all I wanted was to feel my first orgasm without it getting played with like he was doing.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Billionaire said, and then he leaned his head down and sucked on my nipples.
His soft fingers were rolling around on my clit, and right when I felt that orgasm coming, he stopped. My eyes, which had been closed, popped open. I looked up at him like I was ready to kill him for playing.
“Billionaireeeee,” I moaned his name.
He ignored my cries, and this time, he finished me off with his fingers, making me cry out loud from that first powerful orgasm. By this time, he had brought his dick back to life. With me on my side, facing him, and him on his side, that dick pushed up inside of me, making me involuntarily bite him hard as hell on his chest.
He raised my left leg and dug so deep in me that I couldn’t even say anything. Like, I tried, but my voice box just wasn’t working. Billionaire had this cocky smirk on his face like he just knew that he was putting in work, and that’s when it hit me; he was punishing me with the dick. I felt a tear drop from my eye and hit my breast.
“I figure if I fuck you like this, you’ll start listening. I’m in there good, ain’t it?” he asked, still holding onto my leg and going deeper than he’d ever been.
I looked down, and I could see how clear I had his dick from the juices seeping out of me. All I could do was nod my head. I couldn’t even tell my husband that I was cumming. He knew, though. Trust me, he knew. Once that orgasm came, he pulled out and lifted my body then put me down on my hands and knees. I knew he was getting ready to rock my world. Two things my husband liked with sex and that was fuckin’ me from the back and getting his dick rode.
“How the fuck I’m the one that’s mad at you, yet you the one busting all the nuts?” he asked as he got me in the perfect arch for him.
My arms were spread out like an airplane. The only thing up was my ass, which was tooted in the air. I looked over at my husband, who was behind me, setting up to do my pussy in. He left one leg on the chair and stood on the other one. I would’ve answered his question and told him something slick about why I was catching more nuts than him, but that dick slid back inside of me, instantly shutting me up. I was shaking on his dick, feeling like my body was just trying to get used to his dick again, although it was just pulled out of me.
“Shitttttttt… I’m sorrrryyy… I’m sorrryyyyy,” I moaned, giving him the apology that I knew he was trying to fuck out of me.
“Sorry for what? Be specific, bae,” he said as he fucked me silly.
“For not listeningggggg…. Baby, slowwww down… Slowwww downnn… fuckkk… I feel you in my stomachhhhh,” I cried, mixed with a moan.
“I can’t slow down, ma. This pussy so motha fuckin’ good… damnnnnnn, baeeee... Fuck daddy back. Fuck me back, ma.” He groaned once I moved my hips.
We kept that motion going for about five more strokes, and then we both came. Billionaire pulled out, and I thought he would leave me alone, but he dropped to his knees and feasted on my pussy from the back. I was biting my lip, my eyes were rolling, and nonstop tears fell down my face because I had never in my life experienced something like that. I knew our neighbors had to have heard me by now. Everyone on the block had to have known that I fucked up today, wasn’t listening to my husband, and he had me in the backyard, punishing my pussy.
My husband was tugging on my clit with his soft lips, holding it hostage, and in less than two seconds, I released my last nut for the night. I wanted to crash down on my stomach, but I couldn’t because this mini watermelon wouldn’t allow me to.
Before I could fall on my side, Billionaire lifted me and carried us back into the house. Naked, he took us both back up the stairs and gently tossed me on my side of the bed. He went into the bathroom and came back out after about two minutes. This time, he was in a different pair of boxer briefs, and I could see the fresh bite marks that I’d placed on his chest and his neck.
With weak eyes, I watched my husband as he went over to his dresser, picked my ring up, and put it back on my finger. I swear, I was too weak to even say thank you. He stood over me and laughed. A pillow rested between my legs because my pussy was still down there thumping something serious.
“I fucked you silly. You okay?” he asked.
“I still feel you inside of me,” I told him.
He laughed and then came around and got in the bed with me. He turned the light off in the room, using the remote, and then he spooned me from behind, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
“That head was amazing, shorty. Can I call you Supa head from now on?” he asked.
I let out a small laugh, but I never answered him because I fell asleep.
One month later
It was a little after six in the evening on a Friday. I’d just left from looking at a potential spot for my soul food restaurant/bar. I was going with the name Monty’s for it. After talking about the idea with my baby mama, she came up with naming it Monty’s since it was my nickname anyway. I fucked with it, so I ran with the name. I had big ass plans, and I just couldn’t wait for shit to get up and running.
My mama had Tegan, and she didn’t plan to give up her granddaughter any time soon, so I had a little time to spare. Now that Tegan was almost four months old, Trinity was more comfortable with her being out of her sight, so she would really just let me and my mama watch her. Trinity was back hosting her workout dance classes, and because I was on the side of town where her studio was, I decided to pop up on her. We were still taking this shit slow, but I’ll admit that the attraction was there.
On some real shit, I fucked with my baby mama on a level deeper than this co-parenting shit. It was her helping me out with these business ventures that was renting up a lot of space in my mind. Trinity was smart as fuck, and it took getting to know my baby mama for me to realize that shorty had a degree in business. That’s how she kept schooling me on a bunch of shit that I didn’t know yet. She was a damn good mother, and that shit right there is really what had me attracted to her. She was giving my daughter something good to look up to.
A few minutes later, I pulled up to the gold and white building that was named Trinity’s Dance Hall. I had always seen the business in passing, but I’d never taken the time to actually park my car and appreciate how nice the shit looked. She had her own storefront with floor to ceiling windows, and although all of the windows were tinted, I could still see a little of what was going on inside. It was packed, and as I headed to the door, I didn’t see shit but asses shaking. You would have thought we were at a strip club.
I swung the door open, and Juvenile’s “Back That Azz Up” was playing. The women were dancing, getting their work out on. The floor area was big, like a high school gym, with different pictures and things hung up on the wall. My eyes finally landed on my baby mama, who was in the front, leading the class. She was wearing an earpiece and doing the count down. Trinity made this shit look like it was so fuckin’ easy because she wasn’t even out of breath.
A couple of days ago, I had to watch Tegan for the whole day because Trinity got some knotless plaits or whatever the fuck y’all call them shits. They were pulled up into a bun. She wore a black Nike sports bra with a pair of Nike tights, and because I was looking at her through the mirror, I could see the little four-pack she had. Nike sneakers were on her feet.
They started twerking, and the way all that ass was back there jiggling, I swear that shit should have been a motha fuckin’ sin. I looked at my baby mama in awe as I watched her dance. Granted, I’d seen her do this shit on Instagram, but I had never seen her do it in person. There were poles in the room too because she did pole dancing cl
asses as well, but tonight, I think she was just hosting her hip hop class.
I stood with my back against the wall, watching for about five more minutes. Trinity saw me and questioned with her eyes if Tegan was okay. I let her know that everything was good, so she finished her class.
“Thank you, ladies. You all did an amazing job. For those of you who are coming for my class tomorrow, it’ll be salsa,” Trinity said through her earpiece.
Quite a few of the women came over to talk to her after the class ended. Some women were staring a nigga down as they walked out of the building. I knew they were trying to piece this shit together and see if Trinity and I were a couple, but that wasn’t their damn business. The last woman had finally walked out of the building, and then I walked over to Trinity, who was sitting down, drinking from a gallon of water. I swaggered my way over to her, watching with a smirk on my face as she drank from the water bottle.
“What?” she asked as she opened a granola bar from her small lunch bag.
She was still sweating. There were little beads of sweat on her forehead, her neck, her stomach, and I even saw a few on the top of her breasts. That shit was sexy as fuck, though. Plus, she still smelled good. I smelled that coconut scent that was damn near permanent on her skin.
“I see why you fuck good. You dance good. Throwing yo’ ass all the way the fuck around,” I told her, and she laughed.
Flashbacks of me fuckin’ Trinity came into my head. Yo, I know this so fucked up to say, but when I would double back on Trinity, man, that shit was for a fuckin’ reason. That pussy was too fuckin’ good, and Trinity was nasty as hell when we fucked, so nothing was off-limits with her.
“My new nigga is going to love it here,” she said, trying to be funny.
“Yeah, whatever. Get your new nigga fucked up all you want to. What’s up? Let’s go sit down somewhere and eat. After all that shaking yo’ ass, I know you hungry,” I said.
“I can eat. I need to go in the back and shower first then throw something on. All I have is sweats and a hoodie, so we gotta eat somewhere simple,” she said, and then she stood up from the floor and dusted off her ass.
“That’s cool. I called my mama on the way over here, and Tegan is asleep, so you ain’t gotta call round there, fuckin’ with her. My mama said you had called today five times in one hour. Chill out. My mama knows how to watch a baby. She raised me,” I told her.
She laughed like I said a joke or something.
“What? Why you laughing?”
I followed her to the back as she switched that fat ass around.
“You didn’t come out so perfect,” she sarcastically said.
“This imperfect nigga still fucked you, though, so it don’t matter,” I said.
She chuckled at that, and we walked into the changing area. Like a lot of gyms and shit, this room was like a locker room with a bunch of showers inside. I looked around in admiration, not even aware that she had all of that shit.
“This is nice. I’m proud of you,” I said, with my arms folded, still looking around and admiring the place.
“Thank you. Now, get out. I need to take a shower,” she said after she opened one locker and pulled out a good-sized gym bag.
“I can’t see you naked? I know what everything on yo’ body looks like. Besides, I want to tell you about the lil spot that I saw today,” I told her and then turned on one of the showers for her.
I had been at the apartment when Trinity took her showers, and I knew she liked for her water to be steaming hot, so I made sure that I adjusted the water to her liking. Trinity was so confident in her body that she didn’t tell me to get out again. Instead, she removed her clothes and stepped inside. She closed the shower curtain just a little, only so that all the water wouldn’t spill out onto the floor. The shower curtains had the logo of her business on them, and I thought that shit was nice. I wanted to talk to her about business, but I was distracted by ass, titties, and pussy.
“I went to this spot before I came here. It’s about ten minutes away. Nice and spacious too. It had about three floors, so I’m thinking about doing something different on each floor. Maybe on the first floor, we can have the restaurant with soul food and shit. The next two floors can be the club floors. Old heads don’t like partying with the younger crowd, so the second floor can be for the youngins, and the top floor, that’ll be for the older folk. I want that ole school kind of feel in there. You know, like the kind of feel our parents had when they used to be in the club, back in the day,” I told Trinity as I watched her lather her body with soap.
“Just make sure you somehow incorporate an elevator, so the old heads don’t have to take three flights of stairs to get up top. I think it’s dope. When I hear the name Monty’s, it already sounds like it’s going to be a lil vibe. Once you open, I can see my girls and me in the building with a section. Because I came up with the name, I get a lifetime of free hookah, right?” she asked.
I was a tittie man; it was just something about a nice pair of titties that was just my fuckin’ weakness, so while Trinity talked, it was hard to look her in her eyes because my eyes were trained on her headlights that were staring back at a nigga. I already knew that my baby mama liked to smoke on hookahs, so making sure that she had some hookah each time she came to Monty’s wasn’t a big deal. I stepped closer, damn near in the shower with her, and I admired more of her body.
“Shorty, you can have whatever the fuck you want. Dick, if you feel like you backed up,” I said.
My words were hardening her nipples even more, and I could see the hairs on her body stand at the heat I was putting between us. Trinity dropped the loofah, which she was using to wipe her body off and stepped closer to me. Her body was drenched as she wrapped her wet arms around my neck. She was shorter than me, so while her arms were wrapped around my neck, I had to look down at her. My black Givenchy shirt and jeans were getting soaked, but it was cool.
I could tell Trinity was trying to make up her mind about what she wanted to do because, for months, she kept screaming that, let’s just be friends bullshit and let’s co-parent shit, so she was stuck. I wanted the ball to be in her court, so I ain’t even make a move.
She stood on her tiptoes, leaned her head in, and kissed me. Wanna know some crazy shit? As many times as me and this girl had fucked, we ain’t never kissed before. If I kissed you, I felt like I liked you in that way. I swear us niggas be so crazy with our logic. I’d fuck a bitch on Twinkle, but I wouldn’t kiss them because I felt like that was too much.
Trinity had some big ass lips, so when mine went crashing into hers, it felt like I was kissing some fluffy, soft ass pillows. She kissed good as fuck. I bounced her slowly in my arms, and eventually, one of her arms left from around my neck, and she went for the buckle of my jeans. It was like she suddenly found her sense because she broke the kiss.
“Please tell me you got condoms,” she breathlessly said.
“You letting me fuck?” I asked, shocked that she was about to let me in.
“It’s not like I’m adding a new body. I fucked you already. We have a kid already. Just don’t run up in me raw. My body is exactly how I want it, and I don’t need to be having any more of your babies,” she told me.
I smirked at her revelation and then reached over with her still in my arms, so I could turn the shower off. Once it was off, I walked us over to one of the counters and pulled out my wallet to get a condom. I hadn’t fucked in months. I know y’all probably think I’m lying on my dick, but the last time I had some pussy was months ago when Twinkle and I were still fuckin’ around, so a nigga was hella backed up. I swear, all I had been doing was jacking my dick, so I hoped this pussy would be the crack I was missing.
My jeans were down, the rubber was on, and Trinity had her ass barely hanging on the counter, which was the best way to access some pussy. It took me a minute to slide in because this fat shit right here was tight as fuck, but once inside, we had a rhythm going on. I was fuckin’ her good, and she
was fuckin’ a nigga back. My tongue was damn near down her throat, and I only did that because I wasn’t comfortable enough to be moaning around her yet. I wasn’t even going to cap; this pussy was the fuckin’ truth.
“Shittttt, Montyyyyy,” Trinity cried, breaking the kiss.
I smirked because she did all that talking about not fucking me, and she turned around and did the shit anyway. I was marking up her flesh, and she was turning around and doing the same shit, leaving big ass hickies and shit on my neck. Once she came on my dick, I flipped us around and hit it from the back. I knew I wouldn’t last long in this position. The way that fat ass kept jiggling back on my dick, and the way she squeezed her pussy muscles tight each time I slammed into her, it was only a matter of time before she milked me for everything I had.
“Fuck! I’m cummminggg,” she screeched.
True to her world, she released hella juices on my dick. I nutted right after her, and once I was done, I felt complete. She tried to run off, but I kept her in place, wrapping my arms around the front of her body as I placed kisses on her neck. She melted in my arms, and when she smiled, she looked like our daughter.
Trinity had light skin, so she marked up really easily. The red hickies stood out on her neck, clear as day, and I was behind her, trying to put more.
“You don’t want to give this shit a chance? Not on no soft shit, but I like you, man,” I said.
She smiled back at my words and then turned around in my arms.
“Why it gotta be soft for you to express that you like me?” she asked, looking me in my eyes as her hands played in my beard.
“It just takes a lot for me to be vulnerable, that’s all. What you say, though? You still think that Ima hurt you? Trinity, I care about you and our daughter. I got you. Just give us a chance, and if the relationship doesn’t work out, then cool, we’ll just stick to co-parenting, but we can’t knock something before we even give it a try,” I said, meaning every word.
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