“Nothing, just want you close to me.”
“Boy, this our first date.”
“So what, we’re grown; there’s no special rules.”
I didn’t fight it; truth was, I loved the feeling. He picked me up and took me to his bedroom. He stood me up, even though I could barely stand on my feet. He went up under my dress and unsnapped my bra, dropping it to the ground. His hands sent an electric sensation through my body as he ran his hands down and removed my panties. I was flooding with a year of backed-up pussy juice. I stuck his finger in my passion hole; then he put it to his lips and licked it off. Honestly, all I could think of was his cock entering me. Instead, he got on his knees, spread my legs, and started licking my pussy from the back to the front. I held on tight to the bedpost and the wall as I groaned out in ecstasy. This was the best feeling ever,I wanted to yell as he dug his tongue into my hole. I screamed louder, not because I was hurting, but because I wanted him to fuck me.
“Do you like it baby?”
“Yes, I love it, please fuck me,” I pleaded.
He didn’t pay me any mind; instead, he picked up my tiny frame above his shoulder and dug his head into me. He sucked harder on my clit and held it hostage for a while. I couldn’t contain myself; I had multiple orgasms as I released all the backed-up cum that was inside of me. I was ready to get fucked, but he didn’t. He let me down and placed me back on the bed.
“What the fuck, you don’t want this pussy?”
“I do, but in due time. Tonight was just a little something to let you know I’m feeling you. I’m trying to make you my woman. Straight up.”
“I understand that, but my pussy is on fire, you going to leave me hanging?” I asked.
“Destiny, I would love to fuck you, but I want more from you. See, I could get pussy on the regular, but you’re so much more than a fuck. I want you, woman.”
I guessed I should be happy that his ass respected me enough, but I was a little irritated. I kind of felt stupid that I was begging the nigga to fuck me and he turned me down. I managed to stand up and grabbed my bra and drawers.
“What you doing?”
“I’m going to wash off; then I’m going home.”
“No, you’re not. You are in no position to drive. Lay down and get some rest.”
Damn! This nigga just checked me; any other time I would’ve snapped, but this time was different. I loved his in control attitude. Maybe this could be something that would be great for me, I thought. I rolled over on his pillow that had his strong masculine smell, and it illuminated my brain. I fell asleep instantly.
CHAPTER THREE
Destiny Clarke
Things between Hassan and I developed quickly. He finally gave me the dick and I was too gone. See, everyman knew how to slide their cock in a hole, but it takes a unique man with skills to serenade a woman physically and mentally. The brother knew how to do that, he ate my pussy like a pro; he even licked my asshole, which sent me into frenzy. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I loved it when he blew in my asshole. Within weeks, I was totally in love with this stallion. It surprised me, the amount energy he had; we would fuck for hours at a time without taking breaks and when he busted, it took nothing but a little foreplay for him to get hard again. I loved a man that knew what to do with the pussy.
We kept our relationship private while we were at work. I wasn’t ready to show him off to the world. I really wasn’t proud that I was fucking the nurse’s aide, and I damn sure didn’t want those bitches at my job to be gossiping behind my back. It was kind of hard at work not to be all up in his face, and I started to feel jealous when the younger nurses or nurse’s aide was all up in his face.
***
Things progressed smoothly, he started to be at my place three to four days out of the week and then it became every night. We talked about it, and decided it would be best for him to give up his one bedroom and move in with me. It became easier, because I didn’t have to chauffeur him back and forth; it also was great for me, because I got my pussy ate every night and I had my own in-house cock. Life was great after all.
The little money he worked for at the hospital was not much, but I paid most of the bills and he bought the food. I wasn’t really tripping because I knew the situation before I got in it. We ended up having a conversation about what he wanted to do in life,and he informed me that he’d always wanted to go to law school. I think it was a great idea and I was willing to help him through it.
He quit his job at the hospital and enrolled at Colombia University in Manhattan. I bought him a brand new car, a whole new wardrobe and fixed him up. He was entering the corporate world and needed to dress the part. Yes, you can say I upgraded him. Pretty soon, he was making good grades and his future was looking brighter.
***
I went to the doctor earlier that day, because I wasn’t feeling well. Big surprise, I was pregnant with our first child. I was so excited at the thought of having my own children to take care of. I’d made a vow long time ago to be the best mother, I could be. Unlike my donors, I was going to take care of mine. I got home and waited for Hassan to make it home from school.
“Hey honey,” I greeted him as he entered the door to our house.
“Hey love, no work today?”
“No, I wasn’t feeling well, so I took the day off and went to the doctor.”
“You okay? Why you didn’t call me, you know I would’ve come home.”
“No, I didn’t want to bother you, but I have some good news for you.”
“What honey? Spit it out, you know how I hate surprises.”
“We’re having a baby!”
“You playing, right?” He seemed surprised.
“No, I went in, because I kept having these headaches and nausea. I thought I had a stomach bug. But the doctor ordered a pregnancy test and I found out I’m pregnant.”
He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him.
“Damn, I’m happy as fuck. I’m going to be a father. Hell yeah! We need to make it official, before my seed enters this world.”
I blinked twice and looked at him for confirmation.
“Yes, I said we need to get married; we going to be a family.”
That kind of took me by surprise, but I had to admit that I was thinking about it for months. I mean, we live together; we were planning a future, so why not make it legal. I was even more excited to know that he felt the same way about me.
“Oh, I see we have a wedding to plan.”
Yup, you will now wear my last name proudly,”he boasted.
“You know I will. I’ll become Mrs. Clarke,” I joked back
We sat down, had dinner, and continued talking about parenthood; this was our first child, so I thought we were both looking forward to parenting.
Hassan Clarke
I felt like I hit the lotto once I started fucking with Destiny. She wasn’t like the other bitches that I fucked with. She had some aiight pussy, she sucked a mean dick, but it was the money that kept me around. The only issue I had with her was that after I gave her the dick, she got sprung. I didn’t trip though, ‘cause in no time, I was living at her house. That was only the beginning, after telling her about my dream of going to law school. She surprised me when she told me she’d help me. She bought me a car and a whole new wardrobe. Fuck, I was so damn happy I almost jumped up, but I caught myself. I couldn’t risk her knowing that I was only looking for a paid piece of pussy.
I was shocked when she told me she was carrying my seed. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always wanted kids. I just wasn’t ready, and I wanted to have kids with the woman that I loved. I was still enjoying my life, and didn’t want to be tied down or have no baby mama drama.
I saw some of my home boys going through hell with their children’s mother, and they be taking out that child support on their asses. I really was lost for words when she blurted out she was pregnant. My dumbass was so shocked I blurted out, “Let’s get married.” I tried to catch the words, but it was too late. I didn’
t have a choice but to pretend like I meant every word. Destiny was happy and my daddy always told me, “Happy wife means happy life.” Let’s hope that old fool was correct.
In no time we were inseparable, living as a couple. I thought it was cool at first; I swear I tried to be the good man, but the hoes kept calling and my dick was getting antsy. I realized that I was not ready to settle down with one piece of pussy.
We finally tied the knot and started our lives.
***
I had an issue that I had to deal with. I had this chick that I was still dealing with on and off. She called me over to her house a few days after I got married. I knew she didn’t hear about me getting married, because she would’ve gone the fuck off. God knows that bitch wasn’t too right in the dome. I figured she missed me and wanted the dick. I got out of class early so I could stop by her crib. I pulled up, feeling like a child in a candy store.
I walked over to her apartment and pushed the door. It wasn’t locked, because she was expecting me. I entered the apartment and saw her seated on the sofa. The sight that was in front of me was enough to make me bust, before I entered the pussy. I had to give it to her, she was a bad bitch with a phat pussy and she could suck a nigga dick dry. At one point, I thought about wife-ing her ass, but I just couldn’t bring myself to committing. I liked it the way it was set up. I do me, and she waits until I come around to fuck her. Imani wasn’t no fool, she knew she was the only bitch that I would spend a dollar on if I ever decided to settle down on the real. She would be the one woman.
I didn’t even bother to say a word; I just took off my clothes and knelt down. The sight of her juicy pussy was driving me insane. I dug my face into it and started to tear it apart. The way I was going in, you would’ve thought that I was famished. No, that wasn’t the case, the pussy was just good as fuck. You have to be a nigga to understand what I was feeling.
“Daddy, ohh, this feels so fucking good.”
“Bitch, shut up and spread your legs.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy,” she mumbled.
Her moans were enough for me to flip her over and ram my dick into her ass. She was a pro when it came down to getting fucked in the ass. She handled that dick like her ass was hungry, which made me go in even harder.
“Take this dick, bitch. Take it!”
“Awww, Daddy, give it to me. I love you Daddy. I love you.” Her words sounded like a sweet melody.
“I love you too, baby girl, now take this dick.”
Within minutes of busting in her ass, she sucked me off and my dick was rock hard again. I entered her wet pussy and put her feet on my shoulder. Her pussy was so tight that it gripped my dick with force. I beat those walls up, totally ignoring her cries. About fifteen minutes later, I nut all in her pussy, and it was a decision that I would soon regret.
I leaned back on the sofa and watched as she walked off into the bathroom. I whispered a silent prayer, hoping her ass was on the pill. I damn sure didn’t want a baby in the equation right now, especially when Destiny was already carrying my child. My thoughts were interrupted when she entered the room.
“Damn boo; you laid the pipe down this time. I sure feel like you’ve practicing. I hope you’re not fucking nobody else.”
“Don’t come at me with no bullshit. I’ve always fucked you good. And why the fuck you’re worrying about who I’m fucking?”
“Damn! I was only playing with you. I ain’t worried about no bitch as long as you keeping me happy, Daddy.”
This bitch didn’t know it, but she just blew me. One thing I hated was a jealous ass female. Shit, to me, these hoes were stingy. Trust me; I had enough dick to go around evenly. Ain’t no need to be greedy.
I gathered my clothing, went into the bathroom, and got into the shower. I washed thoroughly, so I could remove any scent of another woman. I couldn’t risk Destiny smelling sex or even the mere smell of another woman. I got out, dried off, and got dressed.
I kissed Imani on the forehead and left,cutting my phone on as I walked to my car. I glanced at the time and realized it was late as fuck. I knew Destiny was wondering where the fuck I was at. My mind went into overdrive; I had to come up with the perfect reason as to why I was just making it home this time of night.
By the time I pulled up, I had the perfect story in my head. I was a little tired, but I had no intention of going to bed, before I made love to my in-house bitch. I had to shut her up one way or another, and a good fuck always does the trick!
CHAPTER THREE
Imani Gibson
Okay, here we go again; I was tired of this nigga Hassan playing games with me. I mean, I’ve been messing with his ass since he was doing his CNA classes on White Plains Road. His sister, Charmaine, was my best friend. That’s how I knew every time when he was playing games with me. She had no problem letting me know that nigga was no good for me. Trust, I didn’t need her to tell me; I knew that he was fucking other bitches.
It was cool with me at first, because I was also fucking other niggas. I even fucked his homeboy, Corey. Hassan’s ass was cool at first. But the minute I gave him the pussy,he got real disrespectful. He started calling me all kind of bitches and hoes when he couldn’t get his way. I wasn’t used to fucking with no broke-ass nigga, but the way that nigga ate my pussy and fucked me good, I was sprung on the dick. I tried to fight my feelings for him, but I couldn’t. I quit fucking all the other niggas that I was fucking around with, and tried to stay true to him.
Yes, I believed all his lies; he talked about marrying me and moving me out of the projects. I knew he didn’t have any money at the time, but his hustle was crazy. Somehow,he always managed to get money. He was the only man that ever looked out for me the way he did, so I remained true to him.
***
“Bitch, what’s going on wit’ you? Haven’t heard from you in a minute,” Charmaine asked me over the phone.
“Nothing, just laying low. You know yo’ brotha don’t want me outside around these other niggas,” I proudly said.
“You a fucking fool if you listening to his ass. He out there around other bitches.”
“I know you mean well, but I love yo’ brother. I mean, I want a future wit’ him. So I ain’t goin’ fuck up what we got going on for these ole broke-ass niggas,” I spat.
“Bitch, do you, but you loyal to a nigga that don’t give a fuck ‘bout you.”
“Damn Charmaine! Why you got to be so negative? I mean, can’t you be happy for me and him?”
“Listen, you’re my fucking friend and I don’t like the way he treats you. Furthermore, did that nigga tell you he married?”
I paused; I wasn’t sure I heard her right. I knew she didn’t want us together, but I never imagined her going this far.
“Girl, quit playing. The only person your brother gonna marry is me. We might have our problems and all, but we’re working them out.”
“You ain’t got to believe me. Call Ma and ask her. Better yet, the next time you see that nigga, ask him to see his phone and look up Destiny in there. You better wake the fuck up and stop being a piece of ass to a nigga that barely gives two fucks about you. You’re too pretty to settle for that.”
I was lost for words. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t want to believe what she was saying, but I knew that she wouldn’t lie to me like that.
“Listen, I’ll hit you later,” I said, then quickly hung the phone up.
“Noooooo!” I screamed out into my apartment.
I loved this nigga and I thought he was feeling me too. I was dead wrong. I had to know the truth!
***
Just like I thought that nigga rolled over to the house like nothing happened. I already had a plan in motion. I sat across from him and just gazed at this snake-ass nigga. I couldn’t believe that he played me like that. Well there’s no need to indulge in a pity party. I got up and took off my nightgown. I watched as his face lit up, and he grabbed me and pulled me toward him. As he fucked me, I thr
ew the pussy on him; I needed him to know that there wasn’t another bitch in this life that could fuck him like I did. Shit I might not have anything, but I knew I had pussy.
I screamed and moaned louder to get him excited. In no time, he busted all up in my pussy and a few minutes later he was laid up snoring on my damn couch, like an old hog. I waited a few minutes to make sure he was really sleeping, then slowly picked up his pants and tiptoed to the bathroom. I took out his phone.
As I scrolled, I saw the name WIFEY. I proceeded to check the text messages and in front of me was all the proof that I needed. I put his phone back in his pants, wiped my eyes and walked out of the bathroom.
CHAPTER FOUR
Destiny Clarke
I was about three months pregnant when we got married. It wasn’t a huge wedding, because I didn’t have no family but Mama; my best friend and my co-workers at my job,who also came. Hassan’s family was present. He came from a large family of women. I really didn’t click with females and I was not going to get cozy with my in-laws. I knew how it worked; as long as things are fine with the man, they’ll love you, but the second you decide to kick his behind to the curb, they all turn against you. I had my share of bad luck with the in-laws before, so I kept my distance. The wedding was nice, Mama cried and told me how proud she was that I found love. I think after what happened when I was young, she thought I would never be happy. I thought so too; so far, this was the first time I could say that I was happy with my career, my husband and baby on the way. We decided to go on our honeymoon to the Bahamas after I had the baby. I sure didn’t want to go on vacation looking like a whale.
***
I really thought everything was going well, but weeks after the wedding I noticed Hassan was coming home later and later. I first dismissed it, thinking that he was leaving school late. That was until one night that fool didn’t make it home until after midnight. I called his phone numerous times and it went straight to voicemail. I thought maybe something bad happened to him, but I soon dismissed that idea. I would’ve heard if something happened to him. I couldn’t sleep, so I lay on the living room couch, watching television and patiently waiting on my husband to come home.
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