“So you can’t speak, lil’ mama?” Lorenzo asks, slapping his dick against the side of my ass. I look back at him as his legs keep mine posted wide. Renzo's lips tease the back of my neck. “You finna make me tear that ass up, Rocky?”
“Do what you gotta do, nigga,” I grin. Though Lorenzo’s evil ass always has to look mean, I can see the sparkles of enjoyment that shine in his dark eyes. He makes me plant my hands on the back of the armchair and bend over. Ass tooted in the air, my breath gets shaky as he kisses a trail down my back. “Oooooo.”
“Damn, ma, I thought you couldn’t speak,” Lorenzo stops. Each time his lips touch the small of my back, I lose a little more of my mind. Then his tongue leaves a warm, wet trail at my crack. Hot damn!
“You in charge?” Lorenzo taunts, pulling his lips away.
“No…” My ass tips upward to give him some incentive.
His big hands glide across my soft skin but he doesn’t tongue fuck me anymore. “Nah ma, I’m confused. You said something about having my goons at your beck and call? My peoples ride for you ma?”
“Fuck you.” I scream as Lorenzo bites my ass cheek. Taking a deep breath, still holding onto the armrest, I roll my eyes looking back at him. “Renzo, quit playin’…”
“Nah ma, you my queen. But you tryna act like you get the last say, so lemme get on my knees real quick,” Lorenzo says, as he drops down. “See, because a nigga like me need to assess this right here, and see if you’re my muthafuckin’ boss.”
I laugh as he slaps my ass. My eyes widen as his tongue goes into my coochie from the back then slips upward into my ass and back down again. .His wet tongue dips back out and up, then again inside. My legs start to spasm. “Bae, I need it!”
“Nah, ma. You acting like you got the muthafuckin’ dick.” Lorenzo slaps my ass again, that shit hurts so bad. Then his tongue continues to slide deep into my ass and then back down into my pussy. “Rockwell, let a nigga know, what’s really good? You got orders. You don’t speak unless you want too.”
“Bae please.” In the right position I keep begging for it. He won’t stop chopping me down, but I’m all juiced up. “Yesss, don’t stop,” I plead for his mouth to touch me again. What do I want more? The pipe or his lips!
“Well now that you can speak again, ma, enlighten me. Who’s boss?” Lorenzo orders.
“Lorenzo Henry muthafuckin’ Medina,” I snap, arms tensely shaking against the chair in annoyance. Lord have mercy.
“Look nigga, you know you get the last fucking word, you know you’re the fuckin boss!” I shout, the words rushing out of me like a Tek 9 spraying bullets. My greedy ass only need one thing.
Lorenzo slides into me. My pussy makes room for his dick and it’s loving each and every inch of him. As he stands up behind me, making my legs spread wider, Lorenzo grips my hips roughly beating my desire down.
“Oh my god….” the words echo around and nothing else matters as he rises up my waterfalls. The dick is the truth. If he wants that other bitch… what can I do about it?
~~~
For the next few days, Lorenzo keeps me tired at night and living as a good family come morning light. So instead of letting my jealous of Olivia and her son get to me, I wake to some good loving then onto a big family breakfast.
“Boy get that damn camera out my face–” I swat my man away as this nigga starts recording my booty. I’m carrying out a big plate of bacon, and Lakitha has a big bowl of eggs so we can all eat on the back patio. “Lorenzo getcha life, boy. How you recording my ass one minute then the kids? They're going to be disgusted tryna show these home videos!”
“To who!” He bucks up on me. “Junior’s chick won't mind. Lisa and Lila won't ever have that problem.”
I roll my eyes. “The twins ain't staying babies forever. Now stop recording me and get the kids so we can eat.”
Lorenzo pulls me close, and kisses my ear, “Nah, we finna make a sex tape.”
“Nah papi. Not unless you want to do some acting, get a lil’ Desperado and get me a lil’ tipsy and high,” I chuckle.
He puts the camcorder down. “Rocky you ain't about that life with them pink lips. And fuck that old head Antonio Banderas. I'm tryna capture history. Make a lil’ deposit.”
“You wanna get me pregnant again,” I ask as we go back inside to get the pitchers of juice.
“Hell yeah. Make another billion dollar baby.” Lorenzo's still joking about that as Lakitha and I continue to set the table.
“I'm just tryna take in your physique. You haven't been working out in a while,” he says still staring at me through the camcorder.
“So?”
“Aye the camera adds ten pounds,” Toi assures, stepping outside with a stack of pancakes. “So work it out lil’ mama.”
Not sure if Toi was trying to be mean or not, I look down to see if I have gained any more weight. I’m keeping away from Chuey’s crazy ass, but that shit got me self-conscious.
Lorenzo's camera focuses in on Toi’s face. “The last time I whooped this girl for short ass shorts she almost fell and broke her neck. Let's see what we can put on America’s Funniest Home Videos. But I’ma give Antoinette five seconds to go back in and change.”
“Dang Lorenzo!” Toi slams the plate onto the table and a few pancakes fall onto the table. “You got three oops, excuse me, four kids brah–maybe even more. Why you fucking with me?”
I'm stunned and Lakitha is too. How could Toi acknowledge Olivia’s child?
“Toi, use your brain,” Lakitha snaps.
“Nah,” Lorenzo's starts pulling off his belt.
“What action am I missing?” Mama Rita asks as she comes outside with a silver tray of butter and syrup. “Hello?”
She watches her son and crazy child, Toi, disappear into the house, with him slapping the side of her head.
“Nothing,” Lakitha assures.
“Oh I know,” Rita says. “I've been telling Toi to keep her mouth closed lately. I’m tempted to pull out my belt, but at that age, my papi would just slap the shit out of me. That’s the next step, I guess.”
“Feel free not to cuss,” Lakitha counters.
“Oh, lawd,” Rita kisses her daughter on the chubby cheek, “Aye Dios mio, Lala! If all my kids were like you, mi amor, I would never cuss.”
When Mama Rita goes back into the kitchen for more food, Lakitha puts a big hand on her hip as if waiting for me to speak.
“So you’re making me bring up the elephant in the room, Rocky?” Lakitha tells me, “Did you and Lorenzo really chat about Olivia?”
“Nah, LaLa,” I say. Tears begin to burn my eyes as I shake my head no. Just yesterday, Blu and Lakitha and I had a really good chat. When I’m with Lorenzo I get so stupid for the dick and for his affection that I don't really get to tell him how it felt stepping to Olivia. Or how it felt just knowing that he has or can divide his time between all of us…
Chapter 64
POPEYE
I try not to react when Blu tells me about the HIV test this morning. We had woken up all cuddled up, and then she drops this fucking bomb. I was scared as fuck inside. A nigga can never be scarier than that moment the letters H-I-V laced together. I'm thinking about Phillip and our lives. She had said that too. I know Blu was trying, but damn.
“Aye boo come here,” I call her over with the cock of my head.
“Yes,” Blu says. She always looks so hard. Like nothing could faze her. But lil mama has been dealing with this all on her own.
I push back the covers and try to pull her into my arms.
“Popeye nah man,” she says with a frown. “I fucked up. I shouldn't have...”
“Man, shut that shit up and come here. You were tryna say something, before I gave you the dick.” I hold her tight and let out a yawn. “Blu, I love you.”
“No Popeye,” she struggles against me. “No. I'm so stupid. Why you even wanna fuck with me?”
I hold her tighter. Damn near suffocating her, but Blu needs it. She finall
y puts her head against my shoulder. “I'm ya nigga. Your husband, girl. You gotta start learning to let shit out. Tell me these things.”
“Ain't you disgusted?”
“At what?”
“Me. Everything about me.” She shrugs, sitting Indian style on the bed. “I tried to stay away from you, because I felt so fucking nasty. Nigga your opinion is the only one that ever mattered to me. I was embarrassed.”
“Shhhh...” I kiss her lips again. Fuck that lemme take this girl down. She needs that long stroke. Don't matter the outcome. I love Blu with all my heart. So if she's HIV positive, I’m burned anyway.
Chapter 65
RITA.
The house is empty when Miguel came over. Popeye took my oldest and craziest daughter on a romantic beach picnic. Lakitha took the youngest, and Lorenzo and Rocky are always running off like kids when they’re in love. This is the moment where I say one thing led to another. Nah, not really.
We're chatting about old times and because I had cooked lunch for myself ... and enough for another. If you know anything about Latin food, it can make your senses pique. Somehow Miguel had me seated on the counter, bowing down to me. And I mean very well, with his tongue slithering around my pussy walls, grubbing as if I tasted much better than the food. Whenever I cook, I do it well, so he is really enjoying himself.
“I can’t breathe…” I lean back and almost bust my head on the glass cupboards.
Miguel looks up with concern, “You okay–”
“Don’t stop!”
“Okay,” Miguel gets back down to chowing on the goodies. He does something with his lips and his tongue that makes my left leg shake. I queef, like a coochie fart, and almost die, spread eagle on the marble counter top. But Miguel doesn’t stop fucking me with his mouth. He’s sopping up my honey and is already softly grating my clit with his teeth before I don’t give a damn either.
When Miguel hops up, I’m tempted to slap him and make him get back down on his knees, but he shoves his pants and boxers down.
“Jesus,” I shout in Spanish. Nah, I’m not calling out to another dude, but aye Dios Mio! His chocolate dick pops straight up. My mouth waters. With his pants and boxers already down to his ankles, Miguel doesn’t step up to me with the same gas as he had before. But I grab his ass cheeks as he thrusts inside of me.
“Harder!” I scream, needing that like yesterday.
He kisses me with my own sugary goodness and continues to pump at it.
“Fuck, Fuck, Jesus, Fuck!” I scream.
“Miguel,” he says grabbing my cheeks, and orders me to call out his name again.
Panting, I shout my ex’s name as he holds my thighs wide.
“Margarita,” he sings the words in my ear while kissing my earlobe. His dick is so big, yet so wet it continues to slam in and out of my pussy, hitting my g-spot every muthafuckin’ time. Again my head hits the copper pots hanging from the ceiling. Miguel pauses.
“Fuck me!” I deter his concern for my almost concussion. Miguel grabs my ass cheeks, with one harder long stroke, we come together. He leans into me, as we pant.
“Margarita, Mommi, I love you…” he sighs, catching his breath.
Music starts blaring through the house, as the front door opens and fortunately I don’t have to respond to that profession of adoration. I wonder if its Toi and Lakitha back from the park with all the kids. Damn, for the first time, I want them all to be gone for a while longer.
We quickly get dressed and then I hear shouting. Hard shouting. Not no sappy you cheating on me type of arguing like I’ve been hearing with my oldest daughter and son with their significant others.
Miguel sighs as I pick up my two guns and get up.
“Here.” He holds up my top and I smile.
Shit, today I’m off my grind. I quickly put on the blouse. I’m hooking the silk buttons on my way down the long corridor with Miguel behind me. When we get outside, it’s just my son as Rockwell digs in on him. He’s taking luggage out of the back of his SUV, while she’s in his ear about Olivia. Damn, they took a private cruise through the Panama Canal only to come home with this bullshit.
“That bitch was waiting for us! The pilot should have ran over your funky ass baby mama in the damn jet when it pulled up,” Rocky shouts.
“I keep telling you, Rockwell, that bitch ain’t my baby mama. How the fuck am I supposed to keep this bitch from running around?” Lorenzo asks, still trying to place luggage on the ground. I could just imagine Olivia placing herself right on the landing strip, with that bony baby on her hip. Dang, I know he had told his team to make sure that little hussy couldn’t get anywhere near the house. I wonder how this bitch knew when and what time they’d be returning from Panama… Hmmm, only one grimy Colombiano comes to mind. Santi. Yeah, had to be him. I refuse to believe Olivia has any psychic abilities nor does she practice Santeria regardless what that bitch had said at the pool party.
I start to back toward the front door so me and Miguel can sneak out the other side of the house, but they’ve notice us.
“Hey, Mama Rita.” She comes up to me.
“Well, did you have a good trip?” I ask as we hug.
“Best three days of my life. I miss my babies. There are gifts in one of those luggage for you, Blu and Lala for tag teaming the twins. Now who is this?” Rockwell steps over to Miguel. “I don’t know whether to get your autograph or offer your hand to my mama.”
Miguel’s eyebrow raises but he shakes her hand. Rocky mentions TelaNovela and still remembers that Peru actor from one of the shows she would watch with me as a kid just so she could understand a little bit of Spanish.
“Dang, Miguel kinda does look like what’s his name from Lo Que es el Amor,” I say in shock.
“Nice to meet you, beautiful Rockwell, I’ve heard much about you,” Miguel begins, lifting her hand to his lips.
“Nah, dude, that shit ain’t finna fly,” Lorenzo says, dropping a few Louis V duffel bags before us.
“Renzo, don’t be an asshole,” Rockwell says, stepping to his side. “Miguel, it’s just about dinner time. We’d love for you to stay?”
A few minutes later, Rocky is making Leche De Coco for the kids, while the guys are in the den. I stop scrounging through the fridge for food since, Miguel and I used a bunch of different condiments for sex a little while ago.
“What kind of trouble are you trying to get us into?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
“Huh, Mama Rita,” Rockwell asks all innocent like. “I like the way Miguel looks at you. Y’all have history.”
I just stare at her and she smiles. “Now, you know I have this feeling that you see that man as a booty call. Soon as you saw that nothing was going down outside about five minutes ago, you were ready to sneak Mr. Butterscotch back into the house and away. He makes you happy.”
“Is that a question?” I ask, while peeking into the den again to make sure my son isn’t digging in on my childhood sweetheart.
“No. I know Miguel makes you happy. Roll with it.”
Chapter 66
BLU
“Wait... Wait...” I say, shaking my head. The doctor’s words haven’t penetrated yet. I’m still getting used to having my rock back, as Popeye rubs my back. I’m seated in my street clothes on the exam table, trying desperately not to clench my chest. I wanna kill that muthafucka, Keandre. If Patrol weren’t already dead, I’d…
God, please!
“Mr. and Mrs. Tatum,” the doctor begins again, he gives a heavy sigh as if finally giving a damn about me. “As I've stated if initial negative HIV test was conducted within a certain amount of time after possible exposure, repeat testing should be considered. It’s a good idea to make sure this wasn't a possibility of a false-negative result,” he says again like a broken record. It’s the same muthafuckin’ words his old ass said a second ago. It’s like he had memorized them or something. He glances at me and Popeye then steps out of the exam room, closing the door behind him.
We’
ve driven so far for this news. This is one of the best doctors in the fucking country, so I can’t understand. “But he just said we–I'm clean. Baby, we’re clean.”
“Boo let’s go,” Popeye tells me. “We’ll make another follow up appointment to check.”
The doctor had made it sound all technical. But this is a matter of life or death. I could be dying. My husband could be dying.
“Nah, I don't want to come back in another three months, Popeye.”
He stands before me, placing himself between my legs and takes my cheeks in his hands. “Blu Tatum, listen to me ma.”
“Nigga, I am listening,” I pout.
“I gotchu ma. You got me,” Popeye says. He pauses and his lips caress my trembling mouth. Then he kisses the tears that silently fall down my cheeks. “Stop that ma, don’t fucking cry because you gon’ have me wanting to murk the muthafuckin’ doctor. We will come back in a few months so you can take another test.”
I want this to be over. I want to be 100. But at least with my nigga, my husband by my side, I will survive…
Chapter 67
ROCKWELL
The babies are plump at four months, with Lorenza loving on them every time she gets out of school, since Phillip and Junior are now a team. Olivia and her son mean nothing anymore because Renzo came home one day with a sealed envelope for me to open.
My bae was not her child’s father.
No matter how good that felt, it still has me in this mind frame that Renzo lives a sort of lifestyle. This is the norm for his uncle Santiago. Multiple households could be typical for us too. Though I haven’t had that convo about it, occasionally, I ask my bae if we’re done. Santiago's empire is strong. We have more than enough money to retire. We could buy a private island and be like deuces to everybody. All I need is my nigga and my babies.
Standing in the kitchen, in a camisole and cotton shorts, I’m getting ready to pull two eggs out of the fridge, when the thought hits me. I’m all alone. The kids are at school. My nigga , and Popeye have been in Chicago for a week. Rita and everybody else disappeared so I feel so alone. Missing my mommy so much, wondering if she never hated on Lorenzo could we have ever been good like we were when I was a child. Just me and my mommy time.
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