by A. Marie
“Big daddy huh,” Tyson said as he bricked from the sight of her and started coming out of his clothes. NuNu nodded.
“I see you listened to big daddy and was in this bed naked,” he said biting into his bottom lip with those perfect white teeth.
He stood there for a moment taking her in and loving the scene that was playing out in front of him. NuNu was beautiful while pregnant. Her weight was going to all the right places and Tyson loved every bit of it. She looked at him with seductive eyes and beckoned for him to approach her with one finger. Tyson looked around the room giving a little foreplay and pointed to himself. NuNu nodded and laid back on the bed as he approached. He climbed in the bed slowly kissing her up her thighs. Tyson stopped at her center and kissed her there. One quick peck was all that was needed. “I fucking love you Nu’Asia,” he said sliding into her flowing river. NuNu gasped as he filled her. He was so thick and hard that she felt like he was stretching her walls beyond its limits.
“I love you too Ty, so much.”
Tyson lifted one leg as he stroked her and licked up and down her leg slowly.
“Fuck baby, you so damn wet,” he moaned.
NuNu moaned as she worked her hips to his rhythm. Donell Jones Natural Thang was crooning from the speakers and was perfect for the mood. Tyson took his time with NuNu as he explored her depths.
“Damn baby you feel so good right now,” he groaned as he let her leg down and carefully laid on top of her, never stopping his stroke. When he got close enough NuNu went crazy in his ear.
“You wanted me to talk that nasty shit right daddy?” She whispered as she licked his ear slowly.
“Mmhmm,” he grunted.
“Well go crazy in this pussy baby, pipe me down from talking shit tonight.”
Tyson moaned as he grew even harder. He was so hard that it both felt good and hurt. When he stiffened, it caused NuNu to gasp. Tyson started going beast on her as he quickened his pace, rocking her love box because this feeling of pleasure was something different for the both of them. Tyson normally made love to her always gentle but tonight he was giving her a combination of both love making and fucking.
“Shit,” NuNu cried out.
Tyson lifted swiftly pulling NuNu up with him and turning her around, not too rough but just right as he entered her from the back. He was giving it to her inch by inch and she took it all. The way they were fucking you would have thought she wasn’t pregnant already. They were going at it as if they were truly trying to go half on a baby. Their sex tonight was so raw and passionate, sexing like they had points to prove.
“Ahhh,” she whimpered as he pounded her from the back.
“You wanted to be piped down right?” He asked as she slapped her ass and then rubbed it soothingly.
“Yes daddy,” she cried as she lowered her body to the bed.
Tyson lifted her back up and made her arch that back. She wanted to be piped down, so she was going to take every stroke he gave her. He gave her a deep thrust causing her to yelp.
“Naw, baby girl get that ass back up and take this shit.” He ordered.
“Tyyyy,” she cried out as she bit into the sheets. As if she got a burst of energy and ounce of courage, she threw it back at him, catching Tyson off guard and shocking herself.
“Damn,” he said looking down at her. Where the fuck did that just come from. Tyson grinned as he enjoyed the sight. NuNu never performed so well and tonight she was going to be receiving a standing ovation. A round of applause was in fucking order because this, this was her best work. Tyson couldn’t have been more proud. He lifted his head toward the ceiling and put both hands on top of his wavy head as he let her work.
“You better throw that shit,” Tyson coached. She caught the beat of the music playing and threw it back to that beat. She was working him good cause he was groaning like never before. She felt him stiffen like she knew he was about to explode and turned around and went to put her mouth on him, but Tyson stopped her. “No baby lay down we’re going to finish this shit together,” he said as he slid back into her from the front. The sound of NuNu moaning and calling his name drove Tyson crazy. His head was spinning from the intense pleasure. Tingles went through his body as she caressed his back. “I'm about to bust baby,” Tyson told her as he kissed her neck and began to pump faster. The second NuNu felt his manhood expand in her sent a wave of sparks throughout her entire body.
“Agh,” she cried out as she joined him in ecstasy.
You took my baby from me. Leah’s eyes popped open as she sat up scrambling against the back of her headboard. Another nightmare. Leah had another nightmare about Mandy saying she took her baby. She had these dreams often since finding out she was with child. Leah held her covers to her chest as she cried. Her life was getting out of hand. The things she was battling within herself was torcher. The fighting with Marcus was hell. She took a deep breath and wiped her face. I have to tell someone, she thought. Leah got up from the bed slowly, body aching from her and Marcus fighting the previous night. She went to lick her lips but winced remembering her lip was busted and swollen. This nigga really put his hands on me, she thought to herself, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Leah looked in the mirror and tears started falling. Her life right now was not what she had planned. She had been abused and she didn’t know how to feel. Her emotions were everywhere. She cried for about 5 minutes before getting herself together and doing what she went in there to do. Once she finished, Leah went to the kitchen and took a seat at the table.
“Morning g mommy,” she said as she poured orange juice into the cups that Stacy had sitting on the table for them both.
“So, you want to tell me why in the hell YOU didn’t tell me that Marcus put his fucking hands on you Leah Bre’Ana.”
When Stacy used both names Leah knew not to play with her. Her godmother wanted the truth and not one detail was to be left out. Leah lowered her head.
“You were sleeping mommy and I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Leah don’t play with me, I don’t care if I was in the middle of fucking or sucking dick, you tell me what the hell is going on at all times. That boy has left you with a swollen lip and a bruise on your damn face.” Stacy was so pissed she had burnt the last batch of sausage she was making. She turned the stove off and went back to the table with Leah.
“Now what the hell happened cause NuNu could only tell me some of it before Ty made her get off the phone.”
“When did you talk to her?” Leah asked.
“It doesn’t even matter, just tell me what the fuck happened,” Stacy said as she folded her arms across her chest and waited for Leah to tell the story.
Leah went on to tell her what happened not leaving anything out. Stacy listened, never interrupting as she grew angry. She raised Leah to be better and the fact that she was allowing a boy to disrespect her set her on fire. Stacy had poured her heart out to Leah about what to accept and what not to accept in a man. She shared a few of her own experiences, hoping that Leah would take them as a lesson.
“Leah, listen I know that is your child’s father and you love him but don’t ever let no nigga disrespect you and strip you of your worth. I know, baby girl I get it you want to have a stable family but that nigga putting his hands on you and especially while you pregnant is not okay.”
“I know mommy,” Leah said as she lowered her head.
“Lift your head baby girl and listen,” Stacy said.
She grabbed Leah by the chin and tilted her head back up. She wanted Leah to look her in the eye like a woman and embrace what she was saying. Leah wasn’t her little girl anymore, so Stacy was going to spit game to her like that grown woman Leah was trying to be.
“You deserve better than what this nigga putting you through. It seems like ever since school started back up he’s been on some other shit with you and now that you are pregnant he’s really on one like he owns you now. Don't give him any power over life Leah, ba
by father to be or not. You be your own woman and don’t let no nigga take ownership of you EVER.”
“Yes ma’am,” Leah replied.
“So what do you plan to do about y’all situation Leah?” Stacy asked.
Leah had no words. She just sat there staring as her mind raced. She didn't have a clue what she wanted to do. She loved him and wanted to make it work. Leah wanted nothing more than to have a family. Gosh, I really don't want to let this go, but is it really worth all this bullshit?
Stacy took Leah's silence for an answer.
“You do what's best for you baby girl but remember what I said.”
Leah nodded and headed to her room.
“Oh, and he not allowed in my house no more. If I see him, I’m going to cut his ass for putting his fucking hands on my baby and grandbaby,” Stacy called out.
Leah entered her room and laid across her bed in deep thought. She cried into her pillow as she thought of all the things she was going through. I just had to stop for this nigga when we first met, she pondered. Stacy knocked at the door disrupting Leah's thoughts.
“Marcus punk ass is outside. Leah, I’m telling you now if this nigga knocks on my door, I’m going to blow his fucking head off.”
Stacy’s tone was laced with malice. She shut Leah’s door and went back to the kitchen. Leah sat up and wiped her eyes. She got out of the bed, slid her Reeboks on and ran to the door. Leah opened the door just as Marcus made his way on the porch.
“No, go back to the car now,” Leah said, looking back toward the kitchen as she closed the door. He looked at her in confusion as she pushed him back down the steps and followed behind him. “My G mommy knows what happened and she’s hot right now,” Leah warned as they got in the car. Marcus went on about how he was sorry and that it would never happen again. He apologized only about putting hands on her. He never acknowledged the situation with Chrissy. Leah had enough with the excuses and was ready to end the conversation. Since he didn’t address everything, Leah was ready to get out of the car. She shook her head.
“No, Marcus I don't want to hear your sorry’s. I don't want to hear it anymore because you just keep doing shit that you have to be sorry for.”
“LEAH!” Stacy yelled from the porch with her Beretta in hand. Leah must have thought her godmother was playing. She had to think she was playing or thought she was talking just to hear herself talk. Whatever Leah was thinking she knew better. She knew Stacy well enough to know that she said what she meant and meant what she said. Stacy always walked what she talked.
“Shit,” Leah said as she opened the car door making her way out of the car.
“What?” Marcus said, wondering what was going on.
“I think you should just leave,” Leah said as she looked back up toward the porch.
She knew Stacy wouldn’t hesitate to use her gun. Stacy’s father was country and they stayed shooting out in open fields just for fun. However, this situation wasn’t for fun. Marcus had violated her baby and she was trying everything in her to keep restraints since he was Leah’s baby’s father. That earned him a pass. Barely.
“I'll be back mama.” He yelled.
“No the fuck you won’t,” Stacy yelled back.
She let off a shot toward the tree right next to his car. Leah ducked and Marcus pulled off recklessly from the curb. “Leah get your ass in the fucking house cause you’re not going no damn where.” Leah stood to her feet and walked into the house and didn't mumble a word. Retreating to her bedroom Leah turned on her radio and laid across her bed. My g mommy is freaking crazy, she thought. She pulled out her phone and sent NuNu a text.
Leah: Girl my mama just shot at Marcus
My Nu: Good. Fuck that black ass bitch with his ugly ass
Leah couldn’t reply fast enough. Another text came across her screen.
My Nu: Did she hit him?
Leah laughed she knew NuNu couldn’t stand Marcus with a passion and would be happy to hear about what just happened.
Leah: No, Nu she didn't damn.
My Nu: that makes me sad…
Stacy opened Leah’s door without giving her the courtesy of knocking because she was pissed. Leah sat up and turned the radio down as Stacy stood in the door.
“You care to tell me why you are constantly having nightmares about Mandy?”
Leah grew nervous. She didn’t expect that question and had she been standing it would have surely knocked her off her feet.
“Where did that just come from?” Leah replied.
“Just answer the damn question. This is the fourth time I heard you say you’re sorry to her in your sleep, but this Marcus situation made me remember to ask since you were saying it when I came in here this morning.” Stacy said.
She had never seen Leah so disturbed. She noticed a change in Leah ever since Mandy’s death. Stacy had thought it was Marcus being a distraction, but something was telling her that it was more to it.
“I don’t know mommy. I guess I feel guilty for jumping her and then finding out she was pregnant after she passed.” Leah whispered, telling half the truth. She couldn’t imagine telling her godmother the truth about what really happened to Mandy that day and that she was the cause of her death. Leah wanted to tell her, but she couldn’t. The words sat at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t let the words flow. She did say I can tell her anything, Leah thought. She wondered how Stacy would react if she exposed the truth. I have to tell her, maybe she could help me sort through this mess, Leah coached herself. She started building up the nerve and courage to tell her dark secret.
“Mommy,” Leah called out. Her voice barely audible.
“Don’t mommy me, Leah what is it?” Stacy said, staring at her with piercing eyes.
Leah took a deep breath and then exhaled.
“I have something to tell you.”
“I said what is it, Leah?” Stacy said in frustration.
She was already pissed about Marcus and now Leah was sitting here stalling instead of speaking her mind like she had always taught her.
“Nothing, never mind,” Leah said.
She dropped her head and could no longer will herself to finish the truth. She decided to keep it to herself. Leah didn’t think she could ever reveal the truth of why she was having nightmares, to anyone. Stacy looked at her and sucked her teeth. She wasn’t about to play stupid games with her right now.
“Bre’Ana don’t you fucking leave this house if that punk ass boy decides to come back over here and I’m not playing,” she said exiting without another word.
Leah's phone rang and she looked at it to see Marcus calling. She let it ring and allowed it to go to voicemail. Moments later her phone rang again and this time she answered.
“Hello,” Leah said.
“Leah come outside, I’m down the block,” Marcus responded.
“No, Marcus I’m done with you, go be with your hood rat since you can't seem to leave her alone.” Leah shot back
Leah listened to the apologies that Marcus was pouring out. He blamed his actions on being drunk. Leah didn’t care. He was still refusing to speak on Chrissy and why they were still communicating. Marcus began to cry over the phone. Hearing his cries made Leah let her guard down. She had never heard him so broken and it touched her. He’s sorry.
“Are you crying?” Leah asked.
“Naw man,” Marcus said, trying to sniff away his emotions.
“Yeah you are, I'm coming out.”
She hung up the phone and threw on her black and white Baby Phat velour sweat suit. Leah quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail and then placed a cap over her head. She slid on some Reeboks and crept out of her room. She heard the shower going and dashed for the front door. She made her way up the street to where she saw Marcus had his car parked and got in without looking or speaking to him. He drove them to his house and they made their way to their secluded spot in the house. Marcus entered his bedroom first and Leah halted at the door. She scanned the room, what the hell am
I even doing here? She thought.
“Please Leah come here,” Marcus pleaded.
She stepped inside, kicking his pants out the way. Her heart sank at what she saw lying on the floor. Her mouth fell open and her eyes prickled. Time seem to have frozen as she eyed the item on the floor. She looked up to him and then back to the floor. Leah couldn’t speak and knot had formed in her throat. Her mind was screaming for her to release her emotions. It was telling her to release the thoughts before they exploded in her head. She tried her best not to let the tears fall that was clinging to her eyelashes. Leah felt the first tear fall and then the rest fell effortlessly as she finally let her emotions break free.
“Are you fucking serious?” she shouted as she turned to leave.
Marcus looked down and saw the used condom laying on the floor. “Fuck,” he said under his breath as he chased after her. He had fucked up again.
“Leah baby wait.”
Leah spun around on her heels so fast and socked him dead in the face.
“Fuck you,” she spat and then took off running up the stairs. Marcus shook off the blow and caught her before she made it to the door, grabbing her from behind. He wasn’t about to be chasing her all over the place. He yanked her by the arm forcefully as he pulled her down the stairs. “No!” She yelled and attempted to get back to the door. This time Marcus smacked her, and she fell into the wall dazed. Leah leaned against the wall with her hand to her face. He pulled her up and forced her down the stairs. She cried the entire time as he marched her to his room and forced her on the bed.
“I bet yo ass don't hit me again,” he said as he watched her hold her face while sobbing into the pillow. Leah didn't respond. She just laid there, one hand holding her face and the other hand on her stomach. Marcus climbed onto the bed and put his hand on top of hers. Instant guilt hit him as he rubbed her stomach.
“I’m sorry mama,” Marcus said with a whisper. Leah continued to ignore him as she laid there crying, thinking how he was crazy. How he could go from abusive to I’m sorry with a snap of finger, scared her. Marcus continued to talk to her while he rubbed her stomach. He was begging and pleading. His sorry fell on deaf ears because Leah had tuned him out. She felt that it was God punishing her for what she did to Mandy. She was only 18 and enduring things that she should never be experiencing. She was supposed to be going to games with her friends and enjoying her senior year in high school. Life had become hard and she believed it was her karma.
