by Mz. Lady P
"That's why I love you so fucking much. You make everything I do out here in these streets so damn easier."
After dinner, we got a blanket and laid it out on the sand. We looked at the stars as we sipped on the Remy and smoked blunt after blunt. After while, it started to rain, so we went inside the house. I had a couple of more surprises for Tahari.
"Come on Bae. I want to show you something." I grabbed her hand and led her up to our bedroom. Once we made it to the door, I opened it and let her go in first.
"Oh, my God, Ka'Jaire! It's beautiful." The room was all white leather everything. I made sure to have his, and her bathrooms installed. We had a full-size living room inside of our bedroom where we could just chill at. Tahari had her own closet space, and so did I.
"Look I got a surprise for you." I hit a button and the wall panel opened. I had a stage and a stripper pole installed. I made sure I had a throne sitting front and center. That shit made me feel like a King watching my wife work that pole the night of my birthday party.
"Oh, shit now!” Tahari said as she ran over to the pole and started dancing seductively.
"Baby, I can't believe you put a mini damn strip club up in here."
"After that performance you put on for me, I want that shit on a regular." I smacked on her ass and led her over to the bed. I had one more surprise left for Tahari. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the all White Terrier that I had got for her.
"Ahhhh! You got me a dog." Tahari ran over and took the dog from me. I had the groomer place pretty pink bows in her head. Tahari was holding her up, and that was when she noticed the massive rock that was attached to the dog's rhinestone collar. I had purchased her an eighteen karat Princess cut Diamond Eternity ring. I took it off of the dog and got down on one knee.
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You have given me three beautiful children, and I thank you for taking my kids in and raising them as your own. I've never met a woman who gives all of herself without ever asking for anything in return. That is until I met you.
You make life worth living. When shit is going on hard, baby you find a way to make it easy. This past year without you felt like a lifetime for me. I never want to be away from you and my kids again. Being your husband has been everything to me, but I want to start over fresh. Having you as my wife has been the greatest gift I've ever received. It would be an honor if you would marry me again."
"Of course, I'll marry you again." Tahari pulled me up and gave me a passionate kiss. For the rest of the night, we made love to one another. We were back like we never left. We don't want to never end. Now that I had things settled on the home front I could focus on taking over Miami.
Chapter 9-Ta'Jay
A Woman's Intuition
This last year without my brother had been hell on me. There were times when I didn't think that I would make it. Just knowing that Thug was alive and well had me feeling like a new woman. I was actually happy that we were making the transition to Miami. Our entire family needed a fresh start.
Sarge and I found a beautiful mini mansion not too far from Thug and Tahari. It was just Sarge, the baby, and me; we didn't need a massive ass home. It was equipped with eight bedrooms and five bathrooms, beautiful marble floors and high ceilings, a huge backyard, and a swimming pool. I couldn't wait for Lil Sarge to get in that pool because he loves the water. He was two years old now and was getting into all types of mischief.
He had his Daddy wrapped around his finger. He did no wrong in his father's eyes. Sarge was a wonderful father and an even better boyfriend. Lately, I felt like our relationship wasn't really going anywhere. I no longer wanted to be a baby momma or a girlfriend; I wanted to be his wife. I deserved that much. I was not like Barbie, though. I didn't have the balls to propose to him. That nigga was going to propose to me.
We'd never really discussed marriage, so I thought that I should bring up the conversation. I needed to find out where we stood in this relationship. We'd been together for over three years. A bitch was tired of shacking up. I would never demand that he married me. I wanted that to be a decision that he made on his own.
Sarge, Malik, and Dro needed to tie up loose ends before we went back to Miami. I really wanted to have a romantic night with him. Tahari had called and told me about all the nice shit Thug had done for her. Shit, I was jealous as fuck. My brother spoiled her rotten, but she deserved it all. I was so happy they were back together. Looking at them made me believe in Fairytales.
That was what they had, a fairytale mixed with hood love. A lot of women wished they had that including me. Don't get me wrong, I was not saying Sarge didn't love me, or I didn't love him. He took care of my son and me very well. It just felt like we were missing something in our relationship. We started off as secret. We couldn't really go out and enjoy ourselves out of fear of my family finding out.
We basically always stayed getting fucked up and fucking all night and day. I got pregnant unexpectedly. That was not in the plans at all. I felt like I was not fulfilling him anymore. I knew whatever I wasn’t doing another bitch was. I was young, but I was not naive. My heart was telling me that the love of my life had been keeping another bitch company.
Since Tahari was in Miami, I called Barbie and Khia to come to the mall with me. I wanted to buy some sexy lingerie and bad ass pair of pumps to match. Trish had already done my hair, so I was good on that note. Barbie and Khia weren't able to come because they were packing for us to go to Miami, so I just took my son with me and did what I had to do. The mall didn't have anything I liked, so I decided to go on Michigan Ave to La Perla. I knew I would find something there. I was glad Sar'Jay was behaving himself. His ass had a habit of embarrassing me in public.
After about an hour, I purchased a black lace bustier and thong set. As the cashier was ringing me up, I heard my son say, "Daddy." He was pointing towards the window.
"No, that's not Daddy." He let go of my hand and ran to the window. I grabbed my bags and ran after him. I had to blink twice to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. Sarge was crossing the street hand in hand with a female. My first instinct was to run out of the store and confront him. I decided to watch him and the unknown female’s interactions. I watched how they laughed and played with one another as they walked.
The bitch had so many bags in her hands. This nigga was splurging on this hoe. He was hitting her all on her ass. They were real flirtatious in public as if they were a couple. I was sure every woman has had that feeling when they caught their nigga in the act. I was sick.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Sar'Jay started to cry and beat on the window, so I picked him up and we exited the store. Once I made it to my car and got Sar'Jay situated in his car seat, I pulled my phone out and called Sarge. To my surprise he answered.
"What's up, Ma?" he said when he answered.
"Hey. I was just calling to see where were you and what time will you be home. I had a surprise for you." Tears were streaming down my face as he let the lies roll off his tongue so damn easily.
"I'm out doing my pickups so shit can be all good before we hop on that plane. I'm not sure what time I'm coming home. So, don't wait up. I'll be home as soon as I can." He hung up without even saying I love you. That was something that we never do. I was too upset to drive; I had to gather myself before I made the journey home.
"Mommy cry," my son said as he unbuckled his self and climbed up front on my lap and kissed me on the jaw. That shit made me cry even more. I strapped him back in his car seat, and I headed home.
As I drove, my mind was all over the place. I wanted to call my girls and tell them, but I just couldn't. They would want to go find him and the bitch and beat their asses. I wanted my brothers to kill him, but I knew that was not what I really wanted. I wanted to call my Momma, but I knew that she would definitely fuck him up with no questions asked.
I didn't want my family to know that I was having problems in my relationship. The last thi
ng I wanted to hear was I told you so from my girls. I didn't want my brothers to be aware of what I caught Sarge doing. It would be bad for business. I would love to talk to my Momma, but lately she had been M.I.A. Let me find out Peaches got her a boo.
For some reason, all I could think about was Snake molesting me. The things he used to do to me made me hate certain sexual acts. Mainly, I hated giving Sarge head. It was so disgusting to me. On several occasions, I would do it just so I could please him. The last time I tried it, he came in my mouth, and I instantly started throwing up everywhere. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. He just got his keys and left, and I cried the rest of the night.
Sarge was aware of my molestation, and he had been real patient for a long time. I think my demons were getting the best of our relationship. I was not blaming myself for his indiscretions, but I just felt like I needed to work on my past in order to have a prosperous future with Sarge.
I could sit and live in denial all I want to. Sarge had been cheating, and I just put that shit in the back of my mind because I have never loved anyone as much as I love him. I knew that he loved me, but I didn't satisfy him sexually. On the other hand, he had the best sex I ever had. I decided not to confront him about the woman I saw him with. I knew that I had to step my game up in the bedroom. The last thing I would want was for him to fall out of love with me because of that. It was time I put my big girl panties on and give Sarge my all in the bedroom.
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The entire family was now in Miami, and all moved in. Sarge, Dro, Malik, and Thug had been busier than ever. I had been contemplating on asking the girls to help me, but I decided to just talk to Tahari. I needed my sister right now. It had been killing me laying next to Sarge knowing he had been cheating. It hurt me even more because he hadn't even tried to have sex with me. I decided to go over to Tahari's house because I knew that she was there alone.
"So, what's up? Something has to be going on in your life because this is not you," Tahari said as she threw back a Patron shot.
"I wanted to talk to you, but this is really hard for me. So, please don't say anything to Thug, my momma, or Malik."
"I promise. Spit it out Ta'Jay."
"When I went back to Chicago, I had planned a romantic night for me and Sarge. I wanted to wear something real sexy and cook him dinner. I went on Michigan Avenue to La Perla. While Sar’Jay and I were in the store, he started pointing and calling out for his Daddy. I went over to the window, and I saw Sarge holding hands with some bitch. Tahari they looked so happy together." I was getting choked up just thinking about it.
"Please stop crying. Did you confront his ass?" Tahari handed me some tissue.
"No. He has no idea I saw him."
"Wait a minute. Why didn't you confront that motherfucker?"
"I think I know why he is cheating. I hold back during sex with him. Being molested has really fucked up my life. It's fucking up my relationship, and I need your help. I need to satisfy him sexually, or I'm going to lose him."
"Fuck that shit. You don't have to change to satisfy him. You went through some shit that has traumatized you for fucking life. He knew that shit from the jump. Come on now, Ta'Jay, don't be this weak over him.”
"I love him. Please help me. I want to learn how to work that pole, give him head, and just fuck his brains out." Tahari needed to understand that I needed to do this for me. If he still cheated afterwards then I knew that was my cue to exit stage left. I knocked back a shot of Patron and fired up a Kush blunt.
"Okay. Let's get it started." We grabbed the bottle of Patron, and we went up to her bedroom. Her and my brother were some straight freaks. Stripper poles and shit in their bedroom. For the next week, Tahari showed me how to work the pole and give Sarge head. I was so ready to show him everything I had learned. I immediately went out and bought a stripper pole. I wasn't a pro like Tahari; I just hoped and prayed I didn't bust my ass trying to perform. I felt like a virgin having sex for the first time. I had the perfect plan all, and I had to do was execute it.
The following weekend, Peaches had gotten all the kids and took them to her house. I knew that was my chance to lay all my cards on the table. I had prepared Oven Roasted Chicken, Baked Macaroni, Greens with Smokey Turkey Tails, and Cornbread. I had red candles burning all over the house. Sarge loved his dark liquor, so I made sure to have him a fifth of Remy on chill along with two cans of Red Bull. I also had his blunts already rolled and ready to be put in the air. There were rose petals from the driveway leading into our home and up the stairs to our bedroom. Sarge had already called and told me he would be home in about twenty minutes.
When he walked through the door, I wanted to be the first thing he laid his eyes on. I positioned myself on our sofa. I was wearing an all black leather two-piece panty and bra set. I had a pair of leather Red Bottoms on. I made sure to put on his black leather Chicago Bulls fitted cap on my head. Luckily for me I had a twenty-inch sew in. The hat fit perfectly. Sarge walked through the door and the look on his face as priceless.
"Damn Ma. You looking good as fuck. What's going on?" I stood up in front of him and grabbed his face and kissed him. I grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. I placed his food in front of him. I sat across from him and fired up a blunt.
"This shit looks good as hell." I sat back in the dining room chair and crossed my legs as he ate. I could tell he was flabbergasted; he didn't know what the fuck had gotten into me. He was done eating, so I passed him the blunt. I watched as he puffed on the blunt and watched me. Grabbing his hand, I led him back to the living room. I poured him a glass of Remy and gave him his can of Red Bull. I poured myself a double shot of Patron. I was going to need it for my performance.
"You feeling yourself tonight, huh?" Sarge asked as he exhaled blunt smoke.
"I just wanted to do something special for you." I positioned myself in between his legs, and I dropped to my knees. I tugged at his jeans trying to unbutton his pants. He knocked my hands away so roughly and stood up over me.
"What are you doing, Ta'Jay?"
"I'm trying to make love to you. What's wrong?"
"This is not you, Bae. What are you trying to prove?" He pulled me up from the floor, but I yanked away from him and ran upstairs to our bedroom. I slammed the door and threw myself across the bed. I felt his presence standing over the bed, but I didn't have the courage to look up at him. The last thing I wanted was him to see me crying.
"What's wrong baby?" Sarge asked as he sat down on the bed and rubbed my legs. I was silent for a minute before I spoke.
"I saw you with her."
"You saw me with who?"
"On Michigan Avenue. I saw you with her shopping. You were holding hands and smiling. I watched you. You looked at her in a way that you have never looked at me. Do you love her?" Sarge sat on the side of the bed and was speechless. He was caught up, and there really was nothing he could say. I was just glad he didn't say that he loved her. Despite my hurt, I put my game face on. I put a lot of work into making this night special.
We would definitely be having a conversation about his bitch later. I wiped my face and stood up from the bed in front of him. I pushed him back on the bed and unbuttoned his pants. I felt around for the slit in his boxers and put my hand inside. I grabbed his massive dick and gently stroked it up and down with my hand.
"Ta'Jay, you don't have to do this."
"I know that I don't have to. I want to." I closed my eyes, and I pictured Sarge in my mind and I began to lick the head of his dick in a circular motion. I eased the rest of it into my mouth and slowly sucked up and down on it. I made sure to go down as far as I could. I guess I was doing good because he grabbed my head and pushed me down further.
"Keep sucking that dick just like that," Sarge said as he moaned and pulled my hair from my face so he could watch me. I took my hand and massaged up and down his shaft as I made love to him with my mouth. I could feel the veins in his dick pulsating in my mouth. He stiffened up even more, and I knew he
was about to erupt.
"Raise up Ta'Jay I'm about to nut." I knocked his hand away and caught everything he released. I swallowed it all like a pro. I began to undress, and he did the same. I didn't want to talk I just wanted him to make love to me. He laid me down flat on my back and placed his head in between my legs. He placed both of my legs on his shoulder. His tongue felt like a vibrator on my pussy as he sucked on my clit with no mercy. I was grabbing his head, the headboard, the sheets; anything that would help me deal with the pleasure he was giving me.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed out as he sucked all my juices. My nectar was flowing abundantly, and he was catching every drop. I laid him down and got on top. I eased down on his dick and began to ride him as if my life depended on it. Sarge was sucking on my nipples. Taking each one of them in his mouth methodically. That drove me crazier.
"Mmmmm! Ride your dick, Ma," he said as he grabbed my ass and slapped me on my ass cheeks.
"Oh, shit I'm about to cum baby." I sped up the pace, and I creamed all over his dick. Sarge was still hard. He flipped me over on all fours and began fucking the shit out me. I could barely speak. He was hitting spots I didn't know existed. My legs were becoming weak, and I was slowly falling down in the bed. He lifted me up and held on to me. I started to match him thrust for thrust.
"That's right, throw the pussy back at Daddy." That shit turned me on even more. I began to play with my pussy, but he knocked my hand away.
"I got this. Now cum for Daddy!" he commanded. I did exactly that. I came so hard I thought I was pissing. Shortly after, he released his load inside of me, and we were both spent. We laid in each other's arms and wondered what the future held. In my head, I knew one sex session was not going to fix our relationship.
"I appreciate everything that you did for a nigga tonight, but don't ever step out of your comfort zone to please me. I love you for you. Not for your performance in the bedroom. If I weren't satisfied, I wouldn't have stayed this long."
