I Choose You 3 : The Matrimony

by Diamond Johnson

  Without saying anything else, I aggressively pulled Tisha up and stood her up by the wall. I pulled her into my arms and started to kiss her with so much passion. Picking her back up by her butt, I led her over to the dresser and sat her on top of it. My baby felt so good and soft in my arms. Her warm tongue moved around mine as I held her in place. She had her legs wrapped around my back, and when I lifted my jersey that she was wearing, she didn’t have on anything underneath it. She knew exactly what she was doing when she brought her ass in here. Pushing her breasts together, I ran my tongue against each of her nipples. Tisha’s breathing was coming in low deep breaths, and I knew right there that I had her. I slipped my hands down and moved my fingers up and down the center of her middle.

  “Shit!” Tisha moaned as I worked my fingers in and out of her.

  “That feel good don’t it?” I asked her, biting her jaw.

  “Yess baby, please don’t stop,” she moaned.

  I swear her sex faces were fuckin priceless. That shit will get a nigga every fuckin time. Holding onto her ass, I walked with her and sat her down on the dresser, in the corner of the room. I trailed kisses down Tisha’s chest all the way down to her pierced belly button. She was so fuckin wet. Her juices were flowing down the middle of her thighs.

  I greedily munched on her kitty, trying to prove my point. I pulled her by her ass, closer to the edge of the dresser.

  “Babbbyyy...that feels sooo good,” she moaned, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy.

  “Please don’t stoppp,” she cried while having a tight grip on my head.

  I had no plan to stop. I was going to eat the fuck out of her until she hollered for me to move away. I sucked on her clit with no remorse as she begged for me to move after she came two times already.

  “Otis baby stoppp,” Tisha cried while trying to get up, but I was holding her too tight for her to even move.

  After I made her cum two more times, I lifted my shirt over my head and wiped the tears off her face.

  “Stop damn crying. You came in here ready to fuck, right?” I asked her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

  “I’m good baby, I can handle it,” she said, sitting up and putting on her game face.

  I lifted her up off the dresser and bent her over. As soon as I slid in, and I heard her let out a loud gasp, and I knew she was about to start cutting up again.

  “You like the way this shit feel?” I asked, fucking with her as I gave her slow, deep strokes.

  “Yessss!”

  She came, and I picked her up and leaned up against the wall and had her ride me.

  “Shit Otis, it’s too deep baby,” she yelled.

  “Take that shit baby,” I told her, placing hickies all over her neck and breast.

  “Oh God, this shit feels sooo good! I’m cummmingg!” Tisha screamed.

  “Go ahead, I’m right behind you,” I said, letting my seeds fall deep inside her.

  “Ottiiisssssssss!” she screamed.

  After falling on my chest, I walked with her to our room and laid her in the bed. I went into our bathroom to get something to wash her off, and she had already tapped out.

  I laughed as I wiped her off, and then cleaned myself and took my ass to bed next.

  Lani

  Today was the day that I was supposed to be meeting Symone to do some shopping. Was I happy about the situation? Hell no! But that’s my sister and most importantly, that’s Aaliyah’s aunt, and I wanted her to be a part of her niece’s life. Yes, I forgave her for the shit that she pulled with my husband, but I didn’t forget. I still didn’t trust her ass, and it was going to take a long time for me to even gain some trust for her.

  I was on my way to meet Symone at Aventura Mall. I just dropped Aaliyah off with Tisha, because Tyrone was at the club getting everything ready for tonight. Symone was supposed to be meeting me in front of Macy’s, and when I pulled into the parking lot, I saw her stepping out of her car. Luckily, I was able to find a parking spot next to her. I pulled down my visor to check myself out in the mirror. I applied a little gloss and said a little prayer.

  “Okay Ka’lani, be good,” I coached myself.

  “Hey Symone,” I said, walking over to her as I got out my car.

  “Hey girl,” she said, too excited for me.

  I had to give it to my sister though, the bitch was bad. She actually looked just like me, except she was thicker. She was probably about a size 6, whereas I was a size 2–that’s where I got my nickname Tiny from. It was actually Tisha that came up with that nickname for me when we were in middle school.

  We walked into the mall and started out inside of Macy’s, where I purchased another Michael Kors handbag; this one was brown though since I already had the white and the black one. Symone purchased her a pretty brown Furla handbag. I had to admit, the bitch did have style.

  Our next destination was True Religion, me and my husband’s favorite store. I purchased myself two pair of jeans. I got my daughter two outfits from out of there too, and my husband. We spent two hours in the mall, going in almost every damn store. I would help Symone pick out her clothes, and she would help me. After shopping, we decided to go to Olive Garden for lunch.

  “I had a good time shopping with you. Like, it feels good to have a little sister and have someone who has the same style as I do,” Symone told me.

  “I’m not going to lie, I had fun too. I never really met anybody who has the same fashion sense as me, besides my girls,” I told her, taking a sip from my Sprite.

  “Yeah and Ka’lani again, I really am sorry about everything that happened,” Symone said.

  “Girl it’s okay. I already forgave you, so you can stopapologizing about it. Honestly, I really don’t know why you felt the need to try and get my husband. I never told you, but girl you are pretty as fuck, you can get any nigga you want. Do you have a man, before I continue?” I asked, because I didn’t even know if she was dating someone.

  “No I don’t,” she told me.

  “Well girl, just wait your turn. You’ll find him,” I told her right when our food arrived.

  For the rest of the time there we just talked, mainly about Aaliyah. I showed her pictures of her and I told her that one day I’d let her come over to the house and spend some time with her niece. It felt good though to spend time with my sister, I’m not even going to lie.

  Chapter 15: Tamika

  Here I was 6 months pregnant and I couldn’t be any happier. I had the perfect man and the perfect relationship. I know in the beginning I was tripping about having a baby with Pat, mainly because I thought it was too early. Yes, I still wish that we would have waited to have a baby, but it’s too late and we are expecting our angel into this world with open arms. Yes, we are having a girl and I decided to name my baby Princess, because that’s what she is to me.

  I was leaving from the doctor’s office with Pat after doing our monthly checkup. Everything was going good with our baby girl. We just couldn’t wait for her to get here. When we got in the car, I laid the seat back in the passenger’s seat and relaxed.

  “You hungry baby?” Pat asked, looking over at me from the driver’s seat.

  “Yeah baby, actually I am. I want to go to Flanagan’s and get me some chicken tenders and fries,” I told him.

  “Anything for my queen,” my baby said as we made our way to Flanagan’s.

  We headed to pick up our food and after that, we were on our way back to the house. After we ate, Pat told me that he was going to head to the studio, and I couldn’t help but feel some type of way. I wanted him to lay up in the bed with me for the rest of the day and watch movies. When we first got together, I felt like Pat was always around me, but now that we’ve gotten closer and that I moved I, I kind of felt like his ass was always on the run. I wasn’t going to nag him about the situation, even though it would be nice to have him stay home with me for the remainder of the night.

  “Aww baby, can’t you stay?” I asked, putting on my saddest face a
nd hoping he would give in.

  “No bae, I can’t but I’ll be back before midnight, I promise,” he said, kissing me on the lips.

  I looked at him and rolled my eyes, and turned to head upstairs.

  “Fix you face,” he told me, and then slapped me on the ass real hard, and I turned around to go in the room.

  As soon as I got in the bedroom, I went inside the bathroom to take a quick bath, and off to bed I went. I wasn’t even about to try and stay up and wait for his ass, because I know that he wasn’t bringing his ass home no time soon. He always told me to wait up for him, and I would end up waiting for his ass until like two in the damn morning–so no, I was not about to play with his ass tonight! Now, I might wake up in the middle of the night and wait up, but for now, I was about to take my ass to sleep.

  Pat

  It was one in the morning, and I was still in the studio trying to wrap up this last track. I promised my girl that I would be home before midnight, and clearly I had fucked that promise up. I didn’t even know what time it was until I looked down at my Rolex and saw that it was beeping, indicating that it was midnight; that’s when I figured I might as well stay for a little while longer, because I mean shit, it was already late. I figured Meek was sleep anyways, because she wasn’t blowing up a nigga phone like she always do, so I had a little time to spare before she woke up.

  At 1:30 a.m., I looked down at my phone and saw my baby calling. The picture that showed when she called was one that I snuck and took of her one night while she was sleeping in the bed on her stomach, with the covers resting on her ass. I thought she looked so fuckin sexy, so I had to take that picture.

  “What’s good baby?” I asked, looking at Cevon and telling him to turn the track off.

  “Baby, where are you? You said you was going to be here before midnight?” she whined in the phone in her sleepy voice. That shit got a nigga every time; it was sexy as fuck when she talked while she was sleepy.

  “Baby, I’m leaving out right now,” I told her.

  “Okay baby, hurry up” she told me.

  “Damn baby, you miss daddy?” I asked her, standing up because I was really about to leave this time.

  “Yes baby, so hurry and I love you. Drive safe too,” she told me.

  “I love you too,” I said, and then hung up the phone.

  Ten minutes later, I was leaving the studio and on my way home. All I wanted to do was go home, fuck my woman, and go to sleep. I pulled up to the house, shut the car off, and headed inside. I grabbed me a bottle of water and took it with me upstairs. Tamika was lying in the middle of the bed, snuggled under the covers watching Love & Basketball. I swear, her ass loved that damn movie.

  “Hey baby,” Tamika said, sitting up in the bed watching me.

  I walked over and kissed her on the lips, and then headed towards my drawer to take my chains off, and I felt her burning a hole through my back. I smirked at her, and then headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I was in there for a quick ten minutes, and when I walked back out, Tamika had fallen back to sleep. I walked over to where she was and started kissing her all over her face. She woke up and starting smiling at me.

  “I thought you missed daddy, why you sleep then?” I asked her, climbing in the bed with her.

  “I did, but daddy kept mommy waiting until two o’clock in the morning to come home,” she shot back.

  “Well, technically, mommy wasn’t waiting because when mommy called daddy at 1, you had just woke up,” I said, kissing her lips.

  She smirked back at me and continued to kiss me back deeply. I quickly pulled the covers off her, and she was wearing one of my undershirts. I could see her hard nipples through the shirt. Turned on to the fullest, I sat her up in the bed and continued kissing her. Her body was so warm, and it trembled each time I touched her. I laid her back down on the bed and pulled my shirt that she was wearing over her head. I inhaled her sweet scent, and she smelled like warm vanilla. I reached down to the center of her middle, and my baby was wet as fuck. Pulling away from her, I bent down and was face to face with her pussy. She let out a loud gasp when she felt my tongue slide deep inside of her, feasting on her sweet nectar. Her juices escaped and I gladly sucked up every drop, making sure that none of it spilled on the bed.

  “Shittt Pattttt…just like that baabbbyy,” she moaned, pulling my head down closer.

  “Damn baby, that shit is wet as fuck,” I said, talking into her pussy.

  “Shit baby, I cantt...I canntt take it baby,” she moaned, grabbing the sheets and trying to get away once I had made her cum real hard. I was giving her way too much pleasure, and her ass was wilding on a nigga.

  I could feel her trying to shut her legs closed, and that only made me go deeper with my tongue. I was gripping that ass so tight that she couldn’t go anywhere.

  “I’m cummmminggg baby…shittt,” she moaned. I kept right on. I wanted her to cum at least one more time in my mouth. She was trying to move my head, and I knew exactly what she wanted. My baby was ready for some dick, but I needed her to cum one more time for me.

  “Baabbbyy righttt there!” she screamed.

  After she got that one off, I pulled my shirt over my head and got ready to put in some work.

  “Baby wait, give me a minute. Shit,” she said, trying to sit up.

  Before she knew it, I had pushed her ass back down and got on top of her. I pulled both of her legs up onto my shoulder and started going deep as hell. I couldn’t man handle her little ass like I wanted to because she was pregnant. She put her hands on my stomach, trying to push me out some.

  “Move your hands,” I said, pausing in mid-stroke.

  “Oh my Goddd baby, what are you doing to meeee?” she moaned, tears falling from her eyes. She knew either way, I wasn’t going to pull out, so she moved her hands from my stomach and I used my hands to put them over her head, so she couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it like the G I trained her to be.

  “Open your eyes!” I demanded. “I want you to look at daddy as I’m beating this pussy up” I taunted.

  She opened them for like two seconds, and went and closed them again. She heard me laugh, and that’s when she opened them up again.

  “I can’t...ohhh my Goddd...I can’t help it baby, it feels sooo gooooddd,” she moaned out loud. “Shit Pattttt…righttt thereee…just like thattt.”

  “Right there baby?” I teased, knowing damn well where that shit was at. This had been my pussy for months; I knew exactly where that spot was.

  “Yesss…I’m cummmminggg,” she replied, releasing a gut-wrenching orgasm.

  I took her legs from over my shoulders and pinned them back, placing them by her ears. In that position, she couldn’t do nothing but lay that ass there and take it. When I slid back in, her shit was making all types of farting noises, and that shit was turning me on to the fullest. I couldn’t stay in that position too long, cuz a nigga was about to bust any second now.

  “Baabbbyy just cum with me,” she moaned, throwing her hips and matching my thrusts.

  My baby had enough. That shit was written all over her face. About 10 strokes later, my baby was cumming, and I was cumming right along with her ass too. I collapsed on my side of the bed, and Meek came over to me and laid her head on my chest.

  “I love you so much baby,” she said, planting kisses on my chest.

  “I love your ass too,” I told her. That good ass pussy had made me tap out like a damn bitch. I’m surprised I didn’t roll over and put my damn thumb in my mouth. I swear, that pregnant pussy was going to be the death of my ass. Ten minutes later, we both drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 16: Tisha

  It was 4th of July, and everybody was going over to Lani’ and Ty’s house for a barbeque and to do fireworks. Otis was already over there, because he was helping put the food on the grill. I was in charge of making the mac and cheese. I couldn’t wait to be with my girls later on tonight, just to talk shit and drink. I know my daughter was going t
o be excited about seeing the fireworks too.

  We were supposed to be meeting at Lani and Ty’s house at 4; it was already 3:30, and I was just now taking the mac and cheese from out the oven. I still had to bathe myself and my child, plus get Tamia ready, do our hair, and get us all dressed. My daughter and I, along with Tamia, were going to all dress alike today. We were going to wear our red jeans from True Religion, and a white shirt that had a picture of the American flag on it. We each had on a pair of red, white, and blue Sperry’s. Tamia had been with us all weekend, and I enjoyed every minute of her company. For her to only be four years old, she was very smart and she helped out in any way that she could when it came down to Harmony.

  “Tamia, come here so that I can fix your hair,” I told her as she sat on the floor, playing around with her little sister. She left Harmony in her spot, and came and sat in the chair that I had in front of me. As I was doing her hair, Harmony’s ass was getting into everything, and I had to keep popping her little bad ass.

  Fifteen minutes later, I was finishing up Tamia’s hair, and now I had to start on Harmony’s; I already knew her little ass was not about to cooperate. I ended up having to sit Harmony in Tamia’s lap, and she was able to sit still while I did her hair. I swear, dealing with Harmony was another full time job. At exactly 5:15, I was heading down the stairs with my baby on my hip and Tamia in front of us. I looked at my phone and saw that both Otis and Lani had been blowing my phone up. I decided to call my husband back. I sat Harmony on top of the kitchen counter and waited for Otis to answer the phone.

  “Where the fuck are you?” he asked as soon as he answered. Damn, could a bitch get a hi, how are you first before he started asking about my damn whereabouts?

  “I’m about to leave the house now. Why the fuck are you yelling at me?” I asked him.