“Oh you gotta attitude? I’m going to fix that shit right now!” Rashard said, pulling his pants down and removing his shirt. I admired his chest, decorated with all of his tattoos. Rashard had tattoos on every inch of his flat, board washed stomach, leading to his arms, and money signs on his fingers. This man was so sexy, and I swear that I felt more in love with him every day. I just sat there with my hands planted on both sides of me, legs spread open, just taking him all in. He pulled his Gucci boxers down and out sprung with the biggest, prettiest dick that I have ever seen in my life. Even though Rashard was my first and only, I’ve seen my share of dicks because of the porn that I use to watch occasionally, so I knew that Rashard was blessed. I bragged to my cousins on Rashard, because this man truly knew how to handle my body when it came to us having sex. He walked back over to me and started kissing on my neck and shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I was so into it that I didn’t even see when he went to shove his dick into me.
“Rasharddddd, whyy…waitt,” I moaned, trying to sit back some. I wasn’t ready for that stroke. That shit caught me off guard.
“Naw naw, don’t move, bring that ass closer to daddy,” he said as he held me by my waist so tight that I’m sure he was going to leave a mark. The vibration of the washing machine and his big dick going in and out of me was slowly killing me. I was getting pleasure from both his dick and the washing machine, because each time his dick would slide out, my clit would rub against the machine, causing it to vibrate under me. Never in my life had I experienced a feeling so good like that before.
“Shit baby right there,” I moaned, feeling myself about to climax. I placed both my hands on his chest and held onto him for dear life. I didn’t want to let him go for shit. I wanted us to become one as I let go of this big ass orgasm.
“Right where baby? Talk to your nigga! Tell him what you want!” he said, now giving me slow, deep strokes, fucking with my orgasm.
“Shard babyyy, go faster I was finna cummm,” I screamed, wanting to get that nut out of the way.
He lifted me up from the washing machine, with his dick still inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned as I tried to keep all that dick inside. He was knocking down all walls inside of me, and the feeling and the pressure was so amazing that it was bringing tears to my eyes.
“Shit baby I’m cummminn,” I yelled out, making the grip that I had around his neck even tighter.
“Shit!” I yelled, as I lay with my head on his chest, panting and trying to catch my breath. He had just worked me and my baby out, and my pregnant ass felt like I had just ran a damn marathon. Rashard slid me off him, but I reached my hands out to get him to pick me back up, but all he did was lean over and kiss me.
“Mani, turn around. You know I like to get mine fuckin you from the back,” he said, slapping me on my ass. I was tired as fuck, but for my baby, I would do anything. I gave my man three more rounds in that laundry room before I had tapped out for good. Sitting on top of the washing machine and out of breath, I looked at Rashard as he put back on his boxers and pants.
“I’m going to spray this machine down, meet me in the shower,” he said, and I nodded my head and sprinted off to the shower so that Breesha wouldn’t catch me naked in the hallway. Going into my room, I started the shower and ten minutes later, Rashard was joining me and wrapping his hands around my waist.
“Imani, I just want you to know that I love you too much to ever disrespect you like that. You carrying my seed girl, so I damn sure wouldn’t do no foul shit like that. I just need you to trust your man and know that I’ll never fuck with no bitch as long as I got you. You all the damn woman that I need,” he said, whispering into my ear.
I nodded my head and reached back behind me, and guided his dick back into me. I heard him, but I wanted to fuck some more.
“Then your ass got the nerve to get mad because I got you pregnant. When it really be you raping my ass,” Rashard said, holding onto my hips.
I laughed at his silly ass and enjoyed as he made love to me in the shower. It was true, I just couldn’t get enough of the kid!
Chapter 7: Nae
It was Saturday afternoon, and I had just woke up from a nap. Me and my baby girl had ourselves a busy morning today. We went to breakfast, got mani’s and pedi’s, and did a lot of shopping. My daughter was still sleeping, so I got up quietly so I wouldn’t wake my princess up. When we came home from our day’s events, it was just her and I back at the house, so I let my daughter cuddle with me in me and Sincere’s bed until we both ended up falling asleep together. I walked downstairs in the kitchen to get me a bottle of water from out the fridge, and some crackers from out of the cabinet.
“Come here,” I heard my husband say from the den. I walked over to him with the biggest smile on my face.
“Baby I didn’t know you were here,” I said, straddling his lap and kissing his lips. He paused the game and leaned back on the sofa, and palmed my ass and smiled. I poked my finger in his dimple that was so deep in his left cheek. My husband was so fine. It amazes me that over the years, I just think that Sincere gets finer and finer. Here he was sitting with only a pair of Jordan basketball shorts on. I was intrigued with all the tattoos that were on his chest, but my favorite was the drawing of me on the left side of his chest, and our daughter Janiya on the right. He had gotten that done at least three years ago, and I was still deeply in love with it.
“You act like you shocked that I’m here,” he said to me.
“I don’t know baby, I guess I’m used to you being at the studio on Saturdays,” I said to him. It was true, because honestly I can’t even remember the last time Sincere was home on a Saturday. Saturdays, I was so used to just hanging out with my daughter or swinging over to Imani’s and Breesha’s house.
“So what you had planned to do today anyway?” my husband asked me.
“Nothing really, Niy and I went out already this morning,” I said, trying to get up from his lap because I could hear my daughter coming down the stairs, and I didn’t want her to see me sitting like this on her daddy and his hands all on my ass. Certain things I just didn’t like to do in front of my daughter, but Sincere’s ass didn’t care at all. This man would shove his tongue down my throat in front of anybody.
“Sin stop, Niy is coming,” I said, standing up as he slapped my ass real hard. I sat next to him, and my daughter walked over to me and crawled in my lap. I kissed her forehead as she laid her head on my chest.
“Daddy can’t get no love, Niy?” my husband asked our daughter. She gave him a small smile and continued to lay on me. She was still in sleep mode, which is why she was being so quiet.
“I guess that means no ice cream for you then,” Sincere told my baby, and picked the controller from off of the couch.
“Okay Daddyyy,” she got up from my lap and jumped into her daddy’s arm, and rained kisses all over his face. Watching my two loves brought a smile to my face. I loved every minute of it. Janiya was a daddy’s girl all the way. Funny, because Sincere was one of the hardest, thugged out niggas that I knew, but it amazed me how he could be so soft and gentle when it came down to our daughter. Sincere spoiled me too, but he would still get in my ass whenever I fucked up; but he never raised his voice towards Janiya at all.
“Ya’ll get dressed. We gonna go to the beach,” Sincere said.
I really did not feel up to going to the beach right now. I just wanted to lay down on the couch with my family, watch movies, and eat a whole bunch of junk food. Lately, my ass has been tired as hell to do anything. All I wanted to do was sleep if I wasn’t at school. I wouldn’t dare tell Sincere that this school thing was becoming too much, because I know he would be so quick to point his finger and say, I told you so. Instead, I was just going to tough it out and do what it was that I had to do.
“Yayyy we going to the beach!” Janiya jumped up and hugged me and her daddy. My daughter loved the water, so I knew she couldn’t wait to go and swim.
I go
t up too, followed by my husband. He stopped me from walking by putting his hand on my stomach, and pulling my back into his chest. I could tell that he sensed my vibe. My husband knew me like he knew the back of his hand, so he could tell that I wasn’t feeling this whole beach outing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Nae?” he asked me. Since I didn’t want to come off as being a spoiled brat or a party pooper, I decided to assure him that everything was okay. I turned around and kissed his lips, so he could know that I was okay.
“Nothing baby, I’m fine,” I assured him.
“Don’t lie Nae, what’s up,” he said.
“I’m good,” I said, and kissed his lips one more time and walked away. I ran up the stairs and found my daughter in her room looking for something to wear. She had clothes thrown all around on her bed and everything.
“Janiya, what are you putting on?” I asked her, walking into her bedroom and looking over the clothes that she had scattered around on the bed.
“Mommy, where is my Gucci bathing suit?” my daughter asked, visibly frustrated. I laughed inwardly, because my daughter was a damn mess. It was funny, because she was a little me. The way she walked, talked, everything!
“It’s in my room in my drawer, Niy,” I said, sitting down on my daughter’s bed.
“Oh God, thank you Mommy,” she said, kissing me on my cheek. My baby was only five years old, but sometimes I had to look back at her and make sure she wasn’t 25. The things that came out of my daughter mouth sometimes had me trippin. She didn’t curse or anything, she just held conversations like an adult; sometimes I think that she’s around me, Imani, and Breesha too much. Imagine my face when my daughter came to me talking about, “did you watch Love and Hip hop the other night because it was good?” I didn’t even know that her lil ass watched that show, because I damn sure wasn’t watching it with her. She told me she was watching it with Imani one night, and I had to get into Imani’s ass for my having my baby watch that ratchet ass show.
“You’re welcome, now put those clothes back in the drawer while I go get it from my room. Then come in my room so that you can take a bath,” I said, and walked from out of her room.
I walked inside my room and went into my drawer to get my baby out her one-piece swimsuit from Gucci. Her daddy got that last year for her birthday. I took out my two-piece cheetah bathing suit with my tan sarong. I went inside my closet and got out my brown gladiator sandals and my tan sun hat. I laid it all out on the bed and hurried and took me a quick shower before my husband tried to come get in with me. He liked to do shit like that, so I had to sneak and take showers to avoid him coming in here and messing with me.
After I was done, I straightened up the bathroom and plugged up my flat iron. I ran my baby her bath water as I brushed me teeth.
“Janiya, come on so you can take a bath,” I yelled.
“Coming Mommy,” she yelled back.
As my daughter took her bath, I stayed at the sink doing my hair. I flat ironed it bone straight, and was loving the final look. It was parted down the middle, stopping a little bit above my ass. I was wearing a versatile sew in. My hair was already long; I just added extra hair to make it look real full.
Forty-five minutes later, my daughter and I were dressed and heading downstairs. I wasn’t really up to this beach day, but I just prayed that everything turned out fine. Funny, because all I do was ask that I can have my husband with us here more and the one time he is here, I wasn’t feeling the festivities that he had planned for us. A perfect Saturday for me is just staying home with my family, and enjoying each other’s company.
Chapter 8: Sincere
The whole way to the beach, I kept looking at my wife every two minutes. Something was bothering her but she wouldn’t tell me what the fuck it was. Nae already knows how I feel about keeping secrets, so if she had some shit on her chest, she better get that shit out now. Shit, I would think she would be happy about going to the beach as a family since we never get to spend that much time together with me being I’m at the studio all the time. A nigga try to do the right thing and it still ain’t enough. I love my wife more than anything in this world but I swear sometimes her spoiled ass can drive a nigga crazy. For the most part, I know how to read my wife. I know when something is bothering her, but I figured that she would tell me whatever it was whenever the time came–then again, I could be reading too much into the situation, and everything was probably good with her.
Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to Hollywood beach. I parked my car in the parking garage and shut it off. I picked my daughter up from her car seat and waited for my wife to get out of her seat. Once she was out, I opened up the trunk and got out the towels and the bucket and shovel for my daughter. We found us a spot on the beach, and I laid the big towel out for us to sit on–well, mainly for me because I didn’t do the beach water like that, but my daughter did. I sat and watched as my beautiful wife stayed near the edge, only letting the water come to her ankles. I had to laugh at her scary ass. Talked all that shit but was scared to get in the damn water. I was a hood nigga. I wasn’t up for swimming in no damn beach water. I’d rather lay my ass down and watch as Nae and my daughter had fun.
My daughter on the other hand, wasn’t scared for shit. She kept jumping around in the water and Nae kept yelling at Niy, telling her not to be so rough. My wife was very overprotective of our daughter and wasn’t letting Janiya go to deep into the water. My daughter knew how to swim because I had enrolled her in swimming lessons when she was only three years old, so I knew she was good; but shit, you can’t tell my wife that shit though because her eyes stayed fixed on Niy the whole time. I sat there and watched them for the next ten minutes, until I got a phone call.
“Yo,” I answered.
“Aye Sin, what you think about them niggas we saw on YouTube the other day? Those niggas that call themselves the R$ch nigazz?” my nigga Spaz asked me.
“Yeah, those niggas was the truth, why what’s up?” I asked him.
“Man, I was just thinking, we needa get them niggas in the studio, see what’s up with them,” Spaz said.
In this industry, you wanted to get that raw talent before another record label tried to snatch them up. Nowadays, a motha fucka can get famous just by singing and rapping, and then uploading that shit to YouTube. The other night, Spaz had shown me a video of these two rappers that went by R$ch niggazz. I saw something in them, and I wanted to talk business with them cats before somebody else got to them.
My attention went over to my wife. Some lame ass nigga walked up on her and touched her on her exposed back. His hand damn near touched her ass. I watched as my wife stepped back and pointed to me. Nae already knew what was up. Her ass wasn’t crazy by a long shot. Clearly this nigga didn’t know who the fuck I was, because he wouldn’t have put his damn hands on my wife. My name may be Sincere, but I can guarantee you when it comes to my wife and my daughter, ain’t shit sincere about me!
“Spaz, I’m going to call you right back man,” I said, and didn’t even give him a chance to respond. I jogged over to my wife and shoved her behind me.
“What’s good nigga? We got a problem? I asked, mugging the shit out of this clown. Nigga looked like a broke down lil Wayne.
“We good man, I was just talking to an old friend,” he said.
“My wife don’t need no fuckin friends playboy. Get the fuck from over here while you still got the chance,” I warned.
“Alright, you got that one,” he said and walked away.
I looked down at my wife, and it was obvious that she was pissed off. But did I give a fuck? Hell fuck no!
“Nae, who the fuck was that?” I asked her.
“Fuck you Sincere, you always trying to embarrass somebody,” she huffed.
“Oh nah, I aint embarrass your ass yet! Now who the fuck was that nigga?” I asked again.
“That was the one I met at South Beach a few months ago when and one of your little dick riders called you and told you,”
she spat.
It took everything in me not to knock the shit out of her. She got bold when we were in public, because she thought I wouldn’t get in her ass about it. Only thing that stopped me was the fact that I didn’t want my daughter to see her mama get her ass fucked up out here. I gave her one last look, then went back to go sit down. We gonna finish this shit when we got home.
“Janiya come on, let’s go!” I heard Nae yell.
I watched as my daughter got out of the water, and I knew she was about to start crying–I could see it all in her face. Shit! I knew the only reason why Nae was saying let’s go is because I had pissed her off. Janiya tried to plead with Nae to let her have five more minutes, but Nae wasn’t letting up. I guess she really was pissed off.
My daughter ran over to me and cried,” Daddy, Mommy won’t let me get back in the water. I just want five more minutes, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around me.
“Come on princess, listen to Mommy,” I said, hugging her and shooting Nae a pissed off look. I hated that she took this shit out on my daughter like that.
After finally getting Niy to calm down, Nae took her to the bathroom to dry her off and change her into one of her beach dresses. She came out carrying our daughter, and I had ice cream in my hand for my princess. She jumped out of her mother’s arms and got the ice cream from me.
We headed to the car, and no words were spoken. Nae was getting ready to feel my wrath as soon as we got in the house.
Chapter 9: Nae
Two hours later, I was done bathing my daughter, washing her hair, and having to braid it and put the beads at the end. I hated doing Janiya’s hair, because her little ass would sit there and cry the whole time. I guess that was payback for my ass, because my mom always tells me how tender headed I was when I was Janiya’s age. I was so tired, though. All I wanted to do was crawl in my bed, but I knew that that wouldn’t happen no time soon because I still had to take my shower and possibly get my ass cursed out by my husband.
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