The Response
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“This is what you needed, right?” I asked her as I kept punishing her spot.
“Okay, baby. I had enough.” She shuddered all over.
“But I didn’t come yet,” I teased her. “You don’t want big daddy to cum? That ain’t fair. I know you said you hate me, but damn.” I was so deep into the pussy, that when I did decide to cum she was getting pregnant. Her body trembled as I got my grind on nice and slow. I lived for these moments.
“How does this feel?” I asked her. She was so gone, she couldn’t even answer. I guess my baby had, had enough. “I need you to come one more time for daddy.” I rocked her body in sync with mine. Her pussy was feeling so good, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The pussy at this point . . . was bliss. “C’mon baby, move with me. You can take this big dick a little bit longer.” Finally, my baby rolled her hips for me. We were as one. Fucking at the same pace. Slowly. Those slow orgasms seemed to be a little more intense than when you were fucking wild and hard. The slow ones came up on you from deep within. Finally, we started cumming at the same time.
Tasha
I hadn’t realized that I needed some dick that damn bad. I went from having a crying fit and on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself, to, I really love sucking your big black dick and I love you more than life itself. Love is crazy I tell you. Looks like I’ll never understand the shit.
Here we lay at the foot of the bed and I couldn’t even remember how we got here. I believed I came at least three times. Lying on my side with my eyes closed, Trae gently kissed my shoulder and told me how much he loved me . . . And my pussy. I knew he was sincere.
That was the last thing I remembered as I woke up to my phone ringing.
Angel
“I need a damn vacation,” I mumbled when I heard a series of knocks on my office door.
“What!” I yelled out, annoyed because I had just decided to take a break for at least an hour. Things had been a circus around our office for the last few days.
My door flew open. “Good morning, Mrs. Santos. You are not going to believe this.” I could hear the excitement in my assistant’s Deidra’s voice.
“Believe what, Deidra?”
“You have got to see this,” she said, coming around my desk and placing her Nook in front of me. Why she was reading on her Nook smack dab in the middle of the workday, I had no clue.
“What are you doing?” I tried to move back.
“I can’t tell you. I have to show you. First, look at this.” She tapped my keyboard and began typing. Twitter appeared on my screen and then I saw a page that read: Trae Macklin. I sat there waiting to see what this shit was all about. She scrolled down the page showing me bits and pieces of conversations about Trae publishing THE LETTER. It appeared that he had been chatting with random females about his and Tasha’s relationship. I had a chance to read a few tweets, and then she held up her Nook revealing a book cover. The title was THE LETTER by Trae Macklin, and there he was posing on the fucking cover with his damn chest out. I was like: What the fuck is this?
As I read this ‘apology letter,’ I tried to hold my composure in front of my secretary, but inside I was losing it. “Okay, thank you,” I said in a tone that let her know she was dismissed. She smirked and took her little Nook from me and slowly began exiting my office. She was one of them bitches who had a thing for Trae.
“I’m on break so hold all of my calls,” I told her.
The second that door shut, my fingers were on speed dial. “This bitch better answer.”
Tasha
I looked over at the clock, then at my ringing phone. I started not to answer because I could feel that it was getting ready to be some bullshit. Against my better judgment, I took the call.
“Why you always call me so early?” I asked, still half asleep.
“Bitch please, its noon over here and I need to talk to you,” Angel yelled.
“What’s up, Angel?” I asked, already knowing that this was going to be a daunting conversation.
“Why did that little secretary of mine just walk into my office and show me your husband’s bullshit Twitter page?”
I took a deep breath. I was not ready to have this conversation, so I hoped to push it off until I had a chance to wake up and prepare for the onslaught of questions coming my way. “Can we talk about this later?”
“Heeeell no, Tasha,” she responded, not backing down.
“It’s not that serious, Angel.”
“He’s on Twitter and on Nook. God knows where else. What is going on? He’s telling all of y’alls business.”
“Trae wrote me an apology letter. I read it and then threw it in the garbage. He found it and got pissed off, and then posted it for his little fan club on the Internet.”
“So that’s how we doing it now? Posting shit on the Internet?” Angel asked with an intense sarcasm.
“For real, I don’t know what Trae is into nowadays.”
“Bitch, that is your husband. You should know everything that he is into. Posting your shit online. . . .”
Angel obviously was feeling some type of way over all of this. Wait until she found out I was getting ready to post my shit as well. She’d probably have a heart attack.
Angel
I sat on the other end of that line trying to read her emotions but couldn’t. Tasha was always good at hiding shit.
“So what are you and Trae doing over there? Because I saw your little post on the end. And don’t tell me that you are even thinking about doing the same bullshit!”
Tasha took a deep breath then answered, “We are trying to get things back on track.
“Angel, I never would have thought that we would end up this fucked up.”
I could hear the pain and despair in her voice. But I would have to feel sorry for her later because I had a few things I needed to get off my chest.
“So, are you going to post all of your business, too?”
“No, Angel. I’m not.”
“Good. Because I can’t say it enough. Y’all moved way out to fairytale land and lost y’all gotdamn minds. And while I’m on the subject, that snake ass cousin of yours, no disrespect to the dead, but he saw that shit coming. Him and Trina had major roles to play in all of this bullshit. Trae’s ass went and jumped into some foreign pussy and then you turn right around and fuck family.”
“Look, don’t judge me.” Tasha was getting all riled up. “He started the shit and I finished it. He knew what type of bitch I was when he married me. I told him up front, ‘Fuck up and I’ma have some serious payback for that ass.’ And I meant that shit. I don’t know why y’all can’t seem to understand that.”
“I don’t have a problem with payback. He fucked up, no doubt. But out of all the dicks in the world, you had to slide on Kyrons. Tasha, you are not that naïve. You had to know that it would cause a major riff between Trae and Kaylin.”
“Honestly, at the time I didn’t give a fuck. I was doin’ me. Shit, I’m grown. I can fuck who ever I want.”
“Doin’ you? Don’t hand me that bullshit. Ain’t no doin’ you when we are a family. And now your shit is in jeopardy because you were so-called doin’ you.” A couple seconds of quiet passed. “Tasha, you are my girl and I love you to death, but Kaylin is my husband. His whole brotherhood with Trae has been compromised.”
“If your husband is going to let what happened between me and Trae get between them then they need to reevaluate their so-called brotherhood,” Tasha stated.
Silence fell over the line. I couldn’t believe what she had just said. “So you really don’t know what Trae did to Kyron?” Fuck me! I wasn’t supposed to say that. Loose lips sink ships. This was exactly why Kaylin didn’t want me talking to Tasha. He knew I would be the one to spill the beans.
Tasha
I sat straight up in the bed, put my feet on the floor and braced myself for what Angel was about to reveal.
“What happened, Angel?” I asked.
“Oh, don’
t ask me shit. Ask Mr. Internet.”
“Don’t play with me.” I stood up and walked to the window to see if Trae’s truck was outside, but it was gone.
“Hold on, I have another call.” Angel obviously thought she was going to dodge my question.
“Angel, don’t you fuckin’ answer that call. What happened?”
“I gotta go.”
“Angel, wait! You bitch!”
She hung up.
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