Marry Me Twice

by Monica Walters

  It dawned on me that she was the one Haji had probably fucked that night we got into it. Our relationship was none of her business. She was assuming that Haji had cheated on me with her. That wasn’t the case. We didn’t confirm what was up with us until the next day. “I have plenty on you, because first, I know how to be a respectable woman and not a disrespectful slut. Your problem should be with him, not me. To approach a woman about her fiancé is not only disrespectful, but it’s ratchet. It’s ghetto and hoe-ish. Although I have an amazing education and I seem prim and proper, I would suggest you not run up on me again. I will dip down to the slums where you are and fuck you up, especially when it comes to Haji.”

  I walked away from her before I slapped the shit out of her. My temperament was usually level, but she had me angry enough to lose my dignity for a second. The shocked look on her face was just the expression I liked to see when I had to get at somebody. It wasn’t often I had to do that, but it had happened with my last boyfriend a couple of times within the year we dated. People took my friendly demeanor to mean I would let them get away with shit. Not the case.

  As I headed back to the house, my anger hadn’t subsided. I was still somewhat upset with Haji. He knew I had interviewed there. He’d seen me. But he still had the nerve to go fuck that girl after I was living here. What if they would have hired me as a sales associate? That bitch would have been my supervisor and we would have had problems. Major problems. Doing my best to cool off, I turned on some music by Sammie. He was my bae in my mind. Maybe he could help me calm down before my real-life bae got off work.

  Once I got home, I started cooking a fish and yam stew. It was an easy Nigerian dish that wouldn’t take long to cook. Most people from West and South Africa were familiar with the dish. Within an hour or two, I was done. Going upstairs to lay across the bed, my mind went back to that bitch and I couldn’t help but text Haji. Is Kyley one of the bitches you were fucking?

  My mind wouldn’t let me rest about the issue without saying something immediately. My phone chimed and I quickly snatched it up from the bed. Yes.

  That was it. That was all he had to say. At least he didn’t lie. But my anger was only growing at this point. It was only lunchtime and Haji didn’t get off until six. That’s it? That’s all you have to say?

  I stood from the bed and paced back and forth across the room, trying to calm down. He was at work and I was fucking up his day. But whatever, because my day was fucked up. She probably saw our picture on his Facebook page or any other social media pages they were connected on. Stupid hoe. My phone chimed and I looked at his nonchalant-ass text message. We’ll talk about it when I get home, Pretty Black. Have you a drink and relax for me.

  If that wasn’t some playboy shit, I didn’t know what was. But my ass was gon’ definitely have a drink. Going downstairs I rummaged through the liquor cabinet to find a bottle of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. Oh, I was about to get fucked up. It was so smooth tasting. I took a swig straight from the bottle, then headed to the couch and turned on the TV, the bottle still in my hand. Turning the channel to find Sanford and Son, I continued to drink. As my body heated up, I started shedding clothes until I was in my bra and thong. When I realized I’d drank the entire bottle, I decided to take a nap before I got sick.

  13

  Haji

  “Pretty Black. Wake up, baby,” I said as I took my shirt off.

  Baby girl was passed out on the couch. Her titties were hanging out of her bra and her pussy was eating the fuck out of the thong she was wearing. I’d gone straight upstairs and took a shower when I saw her lying there, looking like she was ready to be taken advantage of. After coming out of my sweats, letting my dick hang, I tried to wake her up again, but she didn’t budge. Grabbing the condom from the table, I slid it on, then got on my knees, turned her body, and pulled that thong off. I had something to wake that ass up.

  Her pussy was so wet. That was that drunken horniness and I couldn’t wait to see how nasty she would get. Putting her legs on my shoulders, I entered her and stroked that shit slow, watching my entry and departure. Letting it slide all the way out, hearing a slight noise when I did, only turned me on more. She was still out but moaning in her drunkenness. Sliding back inside of her, I pulled out again. She lifted her hand as her legs fell from my shoulders. “Hajiii,” she moaned. “Who you fucking?”

  “I’m fucking my wife-to-be. The best pussy I ever had. Fuck those other hoes.”

  Her eyes opened slowly as I pushed back inside of her. “Why you fucked that bitch when you knew I was trying to get a job there?”

  “I was fucking her ass before that. She was just somebody I knew I could get one off with.”

  I began fucking her harder as she tried to get away. “No. Fuck this! That was selfish and thoughtless. What if I have to work with her?”

  “You don’t have to work at all. Now quit running from this dick. You know you want it. That pussy sopping wet,” I said as she rolled over to her stomach.

  Grabbing her roughly, I pulled her ass to me and plunged in her pussy, making her cum all over my dick as she screamed. Dropping spit on her asshole, I pushed a finger into it as I fucked her. It was clinching my finger like it wanted me there and that shit was threatening to take me out the game. “You like me penetrating that asshole, baby?”

  “Oh yes! Fuck me, Haji! Pleeeaaase….”

  Sliding my finger in and out of her anus, I could feel the head of my dick through the layer of skin and tissue separating the two. What caught me off-guard was the sudden wetness of her asshole. I pulled my finger out to see that she’d had an anal orgasm. “Oh, you a nasty-ass freak, huh?”

  “You like it… ‘cause you a nasty muthafucka, too. Shit!”

  “Mmm-hmm. Give me that shit.”

  “You just make sure… I don’t have to fuck nobody up… about what’s mine.”

  “Naw… I can’t have my pretty, black doll scrapping in these streets. You too queenly for that shit.”

  “Then check her ass so I don’t have to.”

  With that, she started throwing that ass back for a real nigga. I remained still for a moment and watched her groove on my shit, then slapped her ass cheeks one at a time. Grabbing a hold of her hips, I began slamming into her, bringing her orgasm to the surface. “You in here drinking up my good shit over a bitch that don’t mean nothing to me. I’m ‘bout to fuck the lining out yo’ pussy.”

  She screamed as I plummeted her repeatedly but made love to her at the same time. Words failed her and once my nut surfaced, words failed me, too. Lying on top of her as my dick rested inside of her, I kissed her back, then her neck. Feeling her clammy skin against my wet skin was an aphrodisiac for me. Sliding out of her, I went straight up on my knees and rolled her over. I lifted her legs and commenced to eating the fuck out of her pussy. Sprung wasn’t the word to describe just how much I needed her. Addiction was real and just that quickly, she had me strung out.

  She was so worn out and her pussy had been contracting so much, she could barely voice her satisfaction. She’d experienced an overload already and I loved the way her body couldn’t help but respond to me. As her tremors took over her, she looked like she wanted to cry. When the wave subsided, I stood to my feet and picked her up, cradling her like the precious possession she was. I didn’t know how she would make it through a shower or bath because she was tore the fuck up. I guess I would have to take care of her tonight… but that was nothing new. Taking care of her was my mission in life… to eventually fall in love with her.

  I was thankful that it was the weekend because I was tired as hell. That week back at work wore me out. Keeping my queen satisfied had been a task as well. I’d awakened the beast in her ass and now she wanted it all the damn time. Thankfully, she wasn’t throwing up once that liquor wore off. But she woke up at like midnight and straddled me. She’d put the condom on and everything and rode my dick like it was taking her somewhere. I supposed it took her exactly where she wanted to go because
once the ride was over, she fell off my shit and went right back to sleep.

  This morning I woke up to waffles, eggs, and bacon. I was still sluggish, though. I knew I wouldn’t be doing shit today. I’d planned to go work out with Jarius later, but we would see. I was sitting on the couch with my feet up, full as hell. Chinara had gone to the sunroom to relax and read. It might have been a bad time, but I decided to squash this shit right now with Kyley. Going to my contacts in my phone, I called her. I didn’t know if she had to work today or not. If she was at work, she wouldn’t answer. But apparently, she was off, because she answered, “Hey, daddy. You need a tune-up?”

  “Hell naw. What I need is for you to back up off my fiancée. Savor that shit you got last Friday because it won’t happen again. However you found out who she was is of no consequence. But keep your words, your eyeballs, and your hands to your fucking self. I don’t have a problem digging up my roots and treating you like the African men of olden times. That woman, Chinara, is who I want. She’s who I need. You clinging on to something you never really had. Get over that shit and move on wit’cho life before I have to help you move on.”

  “Well, fuck you, too! African bitch.”

  She ended the call and I smirked, feeling pleased with myself. Sensing someone was watching me, I turned my head to look behind me and saw Chinara standing there with her hand on her chest. “What’s up, baby? You a’ight?”

  “Yeah. Just hearing you check her made me horny.”

  I rolled my eyes playfully as she continued. “But you also have this that came in the mail.”

  Looking at the envelope, I couldn’t make out what it was, but when she put it in my hands, I knew it was the results of my blood test. “You already gave me the pussy, though. So, I guess this really doesn’t matter.”

  “It doesn’t matter if wanna keep wearing condoms and if you never want me to swallow your cum.”

  I tore that letter open so fast. Ain’t no way I wanted to go another day without feeling that pussy raw. And she wanted to swallow my babies? Shiiiid. A nigga scanned through that letter fast as hell to see that I was negative for every test they put my blood through. I gave the letter to her and pulled my shorts off sitting right there on the couch, letting my dick bounce right out of that shit. She laughed as she stared at me. “Well, I guess you don’t wanna waste any time, huh?”

  I laughed, too, then said, “I’m clowning, girl, but later, I’m gon’ want that pussy bust wide open for me.”

  “That isn’t an issue and you know that. She’s always ready for you.”

  I slapped her ass as she walked away to the kitchen, then pulled my shorts up. I was surprised she walked away from all this dick. Although I was tired, I would have blessed her ass with all these inches wherever she wanted them. And since she’d said she was horny, I knew she should have been ready to hop on it. Deciding not to let her be, I got up and went to the sunroom to see her typing feverishly in her phone. “What’s up? You looked pissed.”

  She exhaled loudly, then handed me her phone. It was a message from Kevin. Looking closer, I saw the message had come through on Instagram. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m going to be checking into you and my no-good brother. This feels like a setup.

  I dropped her phone in her lap and went back up front to grab my cell phone, calling him immediately. “I guess she’s with you.”

  “Listen and listen good. What I do is my fucking business. My wife-to-be is none of your concern. For you to message her through IG, that’s fucking pussy moves. No matter what you think about what we have going on, we know what’s between us. It ain’t for nobody else to know. Message her again and I’m gon’ make some moves all the way from Texas on yo’ ass. I’m sicka yo’ ass, nigga.”

  “Whatever. I think you just tryna marry somebody for that money.”

  “Muthafucka, even if that was the case, it’s my fucking money. I have every right to that shit and if I wanted to be a nigga about it, I’d contest those stipulations in court. So, fuck you and any other muthafucka that got some shit to say. Stay the fuck away from my woman’s inbox!”

  I ended the call and walked back to the sunroom and pulled Chinara from the rocking chair she was seated in. “Fuck him. Block him on your social media.”

  “I will. Why is he this way?”

  “I don’t know. It’s like we’ve been in competition our whole lives. I think he wanted to do all the things I did but didn’t. Of course, that ain’t a justifiable reason for him to be the way he is, but that’s what I think. I’m sorry that he got at’chu like that. I gave him a good cussing over the phone.”

  “I heard. Do you think he feels you got more attention?”

  “I don’t know. I definitely got more negative attention, always getting fussed at by my father. Kevin was doing the same shit I was doing, but I was just the one that didn’t feel the need to sneak around. I was the rebellious one. Hence the reason the two of them got their inheritance and I didn’t.”

  “Well, don’t concentrate on that. I got other shit for you to concentrate on.”

  “You know, since you been around me, your mouth has gotten extremely dirty. Am I a bad influence on you?”

  She giggled, then looked up at me. “It was always there. You just unlocked it. It had been locked away for so long, I’d forgotten it was there.”

  Sliding her hand down my chest, she made her way to my erection. “Besides, I think since I checked your brother, my temper has calmed down enough to feel that raw dick inside of me. What do you think?”

  “You saw the message before you brought me the mail?”

  “While you were busy tearing the envelope open, he sent the message. Enough of that. You want this shit or not?” she asked as she stroked my dick through the shorts I wore.

  “You know I will dig in that gushy shit anywhere. But this moment is going to be monumental. No latex. But you know what I wanna do?”

  “What?”

  “After careful consideration, I don’t think I wanna experience you raw until you marry me.”

  Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “But… I mean… what will the difference be? We don’t even know what will come out of it. We’re just going with the flow for now.”

  “I know what’s gonna come out of it, Pretty Black. You should know, too. We get along far too well for this to end. Plus, that fat muthafucka got a hold on me. I’m not letting go, Chinara.”

  “So… are you saying this marriage is really real? We’ve only known one another for a week.”

  “That’s where you wrong. I been knowing you for a couple of months. I watched you when you didn’t know I was watching you.”

  Sliding her strap off her shoulder, I continued. “Every curve your body took was branded in my mental. The way your eyes show your true emotions intrigues me. How you pop your hip out when you’re about to speak matter of fact-ly, is sexy as hell. How your ears sometime lift slightly when you frown, lets me know that you’re more curious at that moment than angry.”

  Pulling the tank down over her nipples, I lowered my head and gently sucked one. Her hands went to the sides of my head and she moaned as my hands slid up her thighs. Those wind shorts were about to come off and I was ready to take her to ecstasy, until she whispered, “Stop, Haji.”

  14

  Chinara

  His brows furrowed as I pulled up my tank top and stepped away from him. My sex was throbbing and cursing me out for denying her, but if he was taking this marriage seriously, there were things I wanted to do. “Haji… since you’re taking this even more seriously than I thought, maybe we should take a step back from sex until we’re married.”

  He frowned harder. “Why? We already fucking. What’s the point in stopping?”

  “I just thought that it would be more emotion-filled if we stopped.”

  He lifted me by grabbing ahold of my thighs. “Hell naw. I ain’t stopping shit. Not dipping into you raw is as far as I wanna go. You ain’t finna deprive me of my good sh
it altogether. Hell naw.”

  He began making his way up the stairs as he threw me over his shoulder, making me giggle. As we ascended, his phone rang. Once we got to the top, he set me on my feet and checked it. “Fuck. That’s my job.”

  He stepped away from me and answered the phone. There was a slight panic in his facial expression that put me on edge as he listened. “Shit. Okay.”

  When he ended the call, he said, “Well, that pussy gets to make it another day. I gotta go to work… there was a small chemical spill, but a couple of guys have to go get checked out.”

  “Do you know how long you’ll be gone?”

  “No, baby. I won’t know until I get there.”

  “Okay.”

  He walked into the bedroom and got his Nomex, then kissed my lips and headed out. I didn’t know what I was going to do now to help pass the time. Going back to the sunroom, I decided to go back to reading a new book by India T. Norfleet. I didn’t know why I wanted to continue the book, since Haji had left. That was what had me horny in the first place. The story was intriguing though, so I decided I would continue torturing myself.

  As I read the freaky-ass love scene I was on, my phone rang, interrupting my reading time. It was Donovan. He hadn’t tried to call in a while. “Hello?”

  “Chinara! You finally answered! How are you?”

  “I’m doing okay, Donovan. How are you?”

  “I’m good. I didn’t know what had happened to you. I’d gone by your place a week ago and someone else greeted me at the door. You sure you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. I still don’t have a job and I got evicted, but I moved in with my fiancé.”

  “Fiancé? Wow. I didn’t know you were involved with anyone.”