Desirae gave it everything she had. D’Mann had made her totally forget about how her face looked right now, as well as the ever-playing scenes in her head of having her robe snatched off of her while Greg’s wife beat her ass in her own mother’s front yard. Something about D’Mann made him twice the man as Tron. Furthermore, he was caring and was the kind of guy who was willing to take a little bit of time to really get to know a chick by talking to her on a real level. Desirae hadn’t really been able to open up about her life since she and Reese had been friends. Now, even Reese was far back in her mind. She focused on D’Mann and the pleasure she was giving to him, as even the way he rubbed the top of her head told her that he really did respect her.
“Stop, stop,” D’Mann said. “A nigga gotta taste it.” He leaned down and gave Desirae a deep kiss, with a lot of tongue. He liked that he could taste his own dick on her breath.
“Taste what?” Desirae asked, whipping spit away from her mouth.
“That pussy!” D’Mann told her, helping Desirae get up off of her knees. “A nigga gotta taste that pussy.”
Giggling, Desirae liked that a dude like D’Mann, who she might’ve normally thought wouldn’t go down on a chick, was thoughtful enough to think of her needs.
“Let me see that pussy,” D’Mann said.
D’Mann helped Desirae out of her pants, pulling them all the way down to her ankles. He then yanked her panties down. “Shit,” he said. “Look at that ass.”
D’Mann lowered himself down to his knees, to where he was now face to face with the glorious anatomy that was Desirae’s ass. He slapped and played with it with his hands and watched it jingle. He pressed his face into it before spreading the cheeks and pressing his tongue inside. Desirae moaned, feeling D’Mann’s wet tongue push into her asshole.
“Shit, nigga,” Desirae said.
D’Mann remained quiet. Rather, he groaned and smiled as he slapped Desirae’s ass again. With a quick use of his muscles, D’Mann turned Desirae around and pushed her backward. Desirae now had her back pressed against the kitchen table, her legs in the air. Before she even realized what was going on, D’Mann had pushed his head between her legs and was giving her what could only be described as a hurricane tongue. She squealed and squirmed, pushing his head back from how good it felt. D’Mann, almost as well as Greg, continued eating as if his life depended on it.
When Desirae got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore, she knew that she wanted to please this man as best she could. He was too fine and too thuggish for her to even pretend like she was going to act stuck up with him. Plus, if he still wanted to get with her when her face was bruised and scratched, he had to really be interested in her as a person. Desirae pushed D’Mann back and got back onto her knees in front of him. Quickly, he planted the palm of his hand on the dome of her head and looked down at her.
“Suck on it,” D’Mann said. “I don’t let just anybody suck on this dick. Suck on it, girl.”
Desirae smiled and looked back at D’Mann’s manhood. The veins running down the side were so engorged they looked as if they were going to pop. She quickly took him back into her mouth and slurped on his dick as if it were a lollipop.
“Fuck,” D’Mann said, tensing up. “You betta stop before you make a nigga bust. Betta quit playin’ with a nigga.”
Desirae giggled under her breath, her mouth too full to really respond. Instead, she continued giving D’Mann everything she had. She liked how he responded, and how he was so much more respectful. He treated her like the woman she was, rather than the hoe that Tron had tried to make her out to be.
“Fuck,” D’Mann groaned, announcing himself. “You ‘bout to make a nigga bust! Shit! You bout to make a nigga bust!”
D’Mann gripped the top of Desirae’s head, as Desirae gave no resistance to what he was about to do.
***
On the drive back down to the McDonald’s where D’Mann worked, he and Desirae talked for the entire ride. It didn’t take Desirae long to see just how much she had in common with this dude. They traded phone numbers when D’Mann pulled into the parking lot to drop Desirae off. And, of course, he got one last good look at her ass for the day when she walked back over to her car.
“Damn, nigga!” Desirae said as she was approaching her car. She could see, in the reflection of one of her car windows, that D’Mann was sitting in his truck further back with his eyes glued on her backside. “You ain’t gotta just stare at my ass like that.”
D’Mann snickered. “You know a nigga gon’ look at it,” he said. “That shit is too fat.”
Desirae climbed into her car and the two of them drove off, waving to one another.
Chapter 5
A range of emotions came over Desirae as she headed back toward downtown to get to 16th Street. Deep down, she felt so freaky. She felt like a little slut and, honestly, she liked to feel that way. D’Mann was sexy in every way possible. He had the body, a cute face, and a dick so thick that Desirae had a hard time getting her mouth around it. The way he walked could only be described as real swag, while at the same time he was very different compared to a lot of the guys that Desirae had messed around with from time to time. There was a look in his eyes that told her that he respected her and not just for her body.
“I wanted to fuck him so bad,” Desirae said, smiling. She held on to her steering wheel as she watched for pedestrians and evening traffic downtown. “That dick was so damn good. I shoulda fucked him. Naw, I betta not.” Desirae thought about how having unprotected sex with Tron had caused her to wind up being the young mother of twins. “With my luck, I’ll fuck around and get pregnant with triplets this time around.” She then smiled, imagining how D’Mann would definitely stretch her insides.
When Desirae pulled into the parking lot of Tiffany’s apartment complex on 16th Street, she was probably in a better mood than she’d been in for quite some time. Every so often, especially if she was sitting at a stoplight, she would pull her phone out of her pocket and check it. At first, she shrugged it off, telling herself that she was only checking to see if Tiffany had called about her children. Rather, she was really checking to see if D’Mann had messaged her. Knowing how men can be, however, Desirae decided to simply let the chips fall where they may. If he never hit her up again, she’d know then that he was probably just another lying dude who really did have a chick. This was the one thing Desirae struggled with, as she just couldn’t believe that a guy as attractive as D’Mann would be single and just so happened to meet her and like her when her face was bruised and scratched up. Desirae shook her head as she got out of her car and walked up the stairs to Tiffany’s apartment.
Just as Desirae had gotten about halfway down the hallway from the staircase down to the parking lot, she could hear yelling. The yelling, which was loud and littered with profanity and the word nigga, sounded as if it were coming from Tiffany’s apartment. Alarmed, mainly because of her motherly instincts when it came to Titan and James, Desirae put a little pep in her step. When she approached the door, she’d just lifted her hand to knock when she heard her cousin say something that stopped her in her tracks.
“So, is that what you want now?” Tiffany said. “You would smash the shit out of my cousin? Huh, nigga?”
Desirae’s neck snapped back. Quickly, she looked both ways down the hallway. Nobody was heading her way. She stepped closer to the door, turning the side of her head to it, and listened closely.
“Tiffany, that ain’t what I meant!” a man said.
It took Desirae a moment to register the man’s voice as Tiffany’s nigga, Reggie. She smiled, remembering how he’d greeted her without a shirt on just last week. However, since he belonged to her cousin, Desirae wasn’t going to make a move. In fact, much of her felt a little sorry for her cousin. There was no doubt in her mind that her cousin was probably insecure when she came around. With a body like Desirae’s, it wasn’t unusual for her to intimidate them, especially if said women just didn’t have
much going on in terms of looks.
“Then what the fuck did you mean?” Tiffany demanded to know. “Huh, Reggie? What the fuck did you mean, nigga? Don’t talk to me like I don’t speak no damn English or nothin’. I saw the text message you sent your boy Romney. I saw that shit and now you wanna say that it ain’t what it seems. Seems to me like your eyes just had a good ole time lookin’ at Desirae’s ole hoe ass.”
Desirae pulled back from the door for a moment. She could feel her temper starting to elevate. Through the years, she’d always thought that she’d been cool with her cousin Tiffany. Growing up, they’d spent just enough time together to where they could get to know one another, but not so much to where they’d have much to go off of if one wanted to say they didn’t like the other. For this reason, Desirae had been surprised with Tiffany’s reactions lately. First, she insinuated – or accused – Reggie and Desirae of possibly having something going on when she got home from running up to the hospital. Now, based on the pieces of information Desirae had to put together, it sounded as if Reggie had said something about Desirae.
“Look, I was just sayin’ that she attractive,” Reggie said. “That’s all.”
“That’s all my ass, nigga,” Tiffany said, clearly not buying it. “Let me read the text message.”
“Tiffany, gimme my phone back,” Reggie demanded.
“Not till I’m done readin’ this shit, so we can both make sure that we on the same page,” Tiffany said. There was a brief pause before she began to read the text message. “Damn nigga, Tiffany’s cousin got a big ole fat ass. I’d smash that shit like it was my last.”
A smile came over Desirae’s face, and she really didn’t know why.
“So how am I supposed to read that?” Tiffany asked. “Huh, nigga. You sure you ain’t fuck with my cousin. I told you about her. She will fuck any chick’s nigga cause won’t no respectable dude be with her to begin with. She just a thot. You should see her face. The bitch done clearly got her ass beat by some other nigga’s chick and just don’t wanna admit it. And now here you are, try’na smash her too. Nigga, I can’t believe you.”
Hearing her cousin say such harsh things about her definitely did hit a sore spot with Desirae. After letting a few more minutes pass, hearing Tiffany demand some sort of explanation out of Reggie for even looking at Desirae’s ass to begin with, Desirae forced herself to go ahead and knock on the door. At the rate Tiffany was going with Reggie, Desirae knew that if she waited until the argument stopped, she could surely be out in the building hallway for at least another hour or so.
Just as Desirae finished knocking on Tiffany’s door, the apartment went quiet. Within seconds, the apartment door swung open. Desirae had already made up her mind that she was just going to grin and bear the insults, not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire. She just hoped that Tiffany wouldn’t try to start anything with her, as she was feeling pretty good from her unexpected evening with D’Mann.
“Hey girl, come on in,” Tiffany said, her lips tight.
“Thanks girl,” Desirae said. “I ain’t catch you at a bad time, did I? You look mad as hell, girl.”
“Naw, girl,” Tiffany said. “And no, you didn’t. I ain’t mad. Just had to talk to Reggie about some things.”
As Desirae stepped into the living room, her head caught the back of Reggie. He’d been walking down the hallway, in nothing but a white tank top and gray sweatpants. Desirae couldn’t help but look at the muscles on his back and how they moved as he walked down the hallway.
“Okay, okay,” Desirae said, smiling. She watched as Tiffany began to gather Titan and James’ things from around the living room floor. Badly, Desirae wanted to shake her head. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for her cousin, as she was clearly so intimidated and threatened by the fact that Desirae had the body her man Reggie obviously lusted after. “I understand.”
“You doin’ alright?” Tiffany asked Desirae. “You not in your work uniform? You ain’t work today?”
“Girl, I ain’t at that Family Dollar no more,” Desirae said. “That shit just wasn’t for me. I’m lookin’ for another job now. Might have some leads.”
Tiffany looked Desirae up and down, making sure to take note of her face. Something told her that for her cousin, who is a new mother to infant twin boys, to suddenly not work there anymore that there must have been a major incident at that store. “Oh, okay,” Tiffany said. “Well, I wish you luck on that.”
“Yeah,” Desirae said, shaking her head. “It ain’t easy out there, but I’mma find a way. Got they daddy callin’ me now, try’na come see the twins.”
“Oh, yeah?” Tiffany said. “You never told me much about him. Did you ever bring him to a family function or something and maybe I missed it?”
Desirae’s eyes barreled down on Tiffany’s back as she lifted Titan then James out of the crib. She shook her head as she knew exactly what Tiffany’s motive was for asking such a question. Nonetheless, Desirae wasn’t going to let some insecure woman ruffle her feathers.
“No,” Desirae said. “I doubt you have seen him. My mama met him, but naw, I ain’t never brought him to no family function. We not together like that no way.”
“Oh, okay.”
As Desirae was headed out and into the hallway, she felt the tension on the back of her like a ray of hot sun. Tiffany was looking at her butt and probably shaking her head. Desirae wanted to snicker, but she knew better than to do such a thing. She decided, instead, to keep it classy.
“Thank you, Tiffany,” Desirae said, holding both Titan and James. “I’ll be back over here tomorrow.”
Tiffany, who stood in the doorway, said goodbye to Titan and James in baby talk. Just as Desirae was smiling at the twins, noticing how well Tiffany interacted with the babies Reggie appeared in the background. He stood in the bedroom hallway, just barely stepping into the light that reached down the hall from the living room. The two of them made eye contact for a second or two too long – a second or two that definitely had some subliminal communication in them. Something about Reggie struck Desirae that he was the kind of guy she probably wouldn’t want to mess around with for too long. However, one ride on a pony like that might be all she needed. Desirae looked at Tiffany, thinking, she lucky that I have respect for my family. She is so lucky.
Desirae turned away, saying goodbye to Tiffany as she walked down the hall. The door slammed shut and a few seconds later, Desirae heard what sounded like a loud slap. Quickly, feeling the weight of carrying two twin boys in her arms, she rushed back down the hallway to listen.
“Nigga, you just can’t get enough of it, can you?” Tiffany asked. “Huh, nigga? Make me slap you again. You just had to come out here and get a good look at it, didn’t you?”
Not caring to hear anymore, Desirae walked toward the steps and headed down to the parking lot. She shook her head and giggled, feeling sorry for her cousin.
***
When Desirae walked in the door at home, her mother Karen was in the kitchen. She popped her head into the dining room and smiled. “Hello there,” she said.
“Hey, Mama,” Desirae said.
“You okay?” Karen asked, speaking loudly from the kitchen.
“Yeah, just tired,” Desirae said.
Desirae carried Titan and James upstairs and gently placed them into their basinets. She knew that her mother was probably waiting on her to come back downstairs to talk, as they usually did, but Desirae was just not in the mood. Now, more than anything, she wanted to take a warm shower and get in the bed.
Later that night, as Desirae laid in the dark, she heard her phone vibrate just as she was starting to doze off. She turned over and reached for the bedside table. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw that the vibrating was a text message from D’Mann.
D’Mann: So you not gon’ text a nigga. SMH. Just like a chick.
Desirae chuckled. She loved D’Mann’s sense of humor already.
Desirae: Dang, I just met you today. How soon
you want a girl to text you?
D’Mann: ASAP. LOL. Was just thinkin’ bout you.
Desirae shook her head. Even if she didn’t believe everything D’Mann said, his words were at least nice to hear, or read.
Desirae: Oh really. What was you thinking about me for?
D’Mann: You know. A nigga is just hoping that you ain’t one of them crazy chicks you hear about that be given’ niggas the business.
Desirae: I ain’t crazy. Don’t play with me, boy. What you doing up anyway? Waiting on your chick to come through or something?
D’Mann: You funny. I told you I ain’t got no chick. Did you see one when you came over here?
Desirae: I ain’t see the entire house when I came over. For all I know, she could’ve been upstairs, sleeping or maybe listening to us talk or something.
D’Mann: OMG you funny. Wait till you come over again, if you come see a nigga again. I’ll show you the whole house so you ain’t gotta think that somebody else be stayin’ here. I’ll even let you look under the bed for the panties chicks leave.
“Oh, no he didn’t,” Desirae said, giggling in the dark as the light from her phone illuminated the room. “This nigga is crazy.” She smiled.
As Desirae was typing a response text message to D’Mann, she was interrupted by her phone vibrating. It was a call from Tron.
“Fuck,” Desirae said, looking over at the two basinets. She really didn’t feel like talking right now because she ran the risk of waking up the twins. She simply decided that she’d speak softly. “Hello?”
“Why you gotta answer like that?” Tron asked.
“Like what?” Desirae asked, shaking her head. “I was just answering the damn phone, and I find you got a fuckin’ problem with it. How are you, Tron?”
“I’m fine, Desirae,” Tron answered, matching Desirae’s sweet voice with his professional voice. “Thank you for asking. Look, here’s why I was callin’. I was just callin’ to see when I can come over and see my sons, is all. When you don’t have company, that is.”
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