“Hey! Contest my fat jokes, don’t feed into them, Mr. Knights.”
“Okay, I got you.”
He grabbed her by the waist and brought her to him, while his back was pressed against the wall of the hot tub. Tatum had to lean in a little to kiss his lips, being that her protruding belly put a small gap between them. The sight of one of the women who had been talking to Ree, the blond one, slowed her kiss.
“Oh hell no.”
The girl was walking, smiling seductively and following Chauncey to the guest house. He didn’t seem enthralled or too into her but he also didn’t seem to mind. Tatum jumped up, ready to push herself out of the water.
“Where are you…” Ree turned his head and saw where Tatum’s eyes rested. “Oh no. Nah, Tatum. That has nothing to do with you.”
Tatum looked at him like he was crazy.
“Nothing to do with me? Ree, Sasha’s my best friend!” Tatum yelled the words, even though she had only spoken to Sasha twice since her wedding. Both times Sasha was short, she let Tatum speak to Aubrey for a while and then ended the call first. She told Tatum she had forgiven her, but her actions didn’t completely show it. Things were definitely different between them.
“She’s your best friend and that’s a grown ass man right there, Tatum. What do you think you even see? He’s just going to the guest house…everyone’s there.”
“Yeah, everyone’s there including half naked hoes. And did you see how she was all up on him? Unh-unh, Ree no. Chauncey ain’t got no damn business being in there, oh!”
Tatum yelped as a sharp pain went through her stomach. Ree tensed up, alert.
“What? What’s wrong?”
It took a few seconds and some heavy breathing for the pain to subside and for Tatum to respond.
“I’m…I’m fine. I just need to go talk to Chauncey…”
“No you need to calm the fuck down. Come on, we’re going up to bed.”
“No Ree…I’m, I’m fine.” But her face told differently.
“Tatum…you need to go to the hospital? C’mon, we’re going to the-”
“Ree! Calm down,” Tatum told him. “I don’t need to go to no hospital. The doctor said I’d get these. They’re cramps…that’s all, remember?”
“And she said you’d get them when you’re stressed. So you need to calm the fuck down. I’m taking you to bed.”
“Tatum, are you okay?”
Tatum looked up and saw Veronica, Manuel’s wife, making her way to them. Something about her Tatum liked. She felt like she was a genuine person and Tatum was not very trusting. But some people had an air.
“Mm, I’m just getting a little cramping,” Tatum told her rubbing her side.
“Oh, I know all about this. I had the worst contractions from my fifth month on. C’mon. We’ll get some herbal tea and you will rest on the most comfortable mattress we have.”
Tatum nodded, still wanting to swing by the guesthouse and peep in at Chauncey. Ree stood and helped her out and began to get out as well. She knew she could get Veronica to walk her past the guesthouse, but Ree would ruin her plan.
“Baby, I’m fine,” Tatum told him. “I’m gonna go have tea with Veronica then I’m going to bed. I’m okay,” Tatum coaxed with a smile.
Ree looked from her to Veronica.
“I’ll take good care of her Mr. Respect, I promise.”
He half nodded and kissed Tatum on the forehead.
“You sure?”
“Yeah…yeah,” Tatum urged. “I’ll see you when you come to bed. I know you got one last blunt to smoke,” she winked.
Ree smirked and lowered himself back into the Jacuzzi as the ladies walked off. Tatum was right.
Moments passed, a good amount of time, as tranquility took over the estate and the faint sounds of giggles could be heard from the distance. The large landscaping of the trees, the ponds, the pool, the Jacuzzi, the huge mansion, had Ree thinking of where he and Tatum would settle when this was all over. Picking up the rolled cigar he’d placed on the side of the Jacuzzi when they arrived, Ree also grabbed the lighter and blazed it up. Thirty seconds into his remedy and he was interrupted.
“May we join you?”
Jayde stood before him in a white two piece that showed off all of her assets, and the tropical beauty from inside that had flirted with Ree, began to lower herself into the water.
Ree knew then he would have to depart. He would just toke a little more and then bounce.
Jayde stepped inside behind her.
“So everything went smooth with Manuel?” Jayde spoke, moving toward the waterfall and allowing the water to cascade and soak her black tresses.
Ree didn’t answer and Jayde should’ve known why. He didn’t discuss business in front of anyone that wasn’t a part of it.
“I love your tattoos,” the exotic modelesque vixen purred, leaning back and wetting her own hair and eying Ree’s exposed upper body decorated in ink. “Can I touch?”
She went to move toward him but Jayde grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back with a little force.
“No, you can’t have him,” she told her bringing her lips to the girl’s ear. “He’s off limits.”
Jayde smirked, more with her eyes than her mouth.
Ree observed as Jayde turned the girl around and shoved her own tongue down her throat without warning. When the kiss broke the girl huffed in anxiety.
‘But I want him,” she begged in a whisper. Ree took another pull of his blunt, squinting in their direction but gave no response. At the end of the day, he was a man. He knew he would never give her, or them, what they wanted. But he did look on.
Jayde paid the girl little mind as she lowered her head and untied the girl’s top. She took the Ecuadorian beauty’s black cherry nipple into her mouth and then bit it. Jayde was dominant, almost dominatrix dominant. As Jayde toyed with the girl’s nipples with her tongue, the woman kept her yearning stare on Ree. She was begging him with her eyes to join them. Ree could tell she wanted him to be the one touching and licking on her.
“Ven, papi. Venga aqui,” she begged in a sultry whisper as Jayde slurped on her breasts.
Ree put out his blunt and wet his lips unknowingly.
And as Jayde continued to dance her tongue over the girl’s body, she looked up at Ree, wondering if he was taking the bait. He sat up and began to move toward them and Jayde’s clit jumped in anxiety. And just as the girl parted her lips, ready to taste what she had her eye on all evening, Ree turned and stepped out of the water.
He made his way toward the double doors and headed inside the mansion. As soon as he was out of sight, Jayde pushed the girl away in annoyance. She was done playing with her.
“Reee,” Tatum moaned, the feeling of his thick tongue massaging away at her now swollen pearl, awakening her out of her just entered sleep. She smiled as her eyes remained close, enjoying this moment of bliss.
“Ooh shittt…” she purred, as he grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into her softness, burying his face deep into her and sucking on her like she was one of his cigars.
Tatum brought her fingers to his head and grabbed his dreads, for some reason it turned her on even more.
“Oh! Oh, daddy. Don’t stoppp.”
After swinging by the guest house and not being able to locate Chauncey, Tatum had an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She debated on what to say to Sasha since she actually hadn’t seen anything, but she did decide to call her to at least let her know of the atmosphere. However, that call went unsurprisingly unanswered.
Tatum then had decided to come to bed after her comforting cup of tea with Veronica, and this, this was a wonderful way to come…to bed.
“Ohhhh! Reeee!”
Tatum’s legs began to shake as she clutched his hair with strength and then she stretched her arms out as if she had grown wings, and gripped the finely threaded cotton sheets. Ree’s head game always blew Tatum away but tonight…tonight was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had.
“Damn,
baby,” she panted after she released all over his goatee. “What got into you?”
Ree wiped his mouth, brought himself up to her and kissed her in a way that made her body respond to only him.
“Let’s just focus on what’s about to get into you.”
Sasha placed the setting on delicates and pressed the button to start the wash. That was the last load of laundry for the night and Sasha felt damn good.
“See, I’m not that boogee…I can be a housewife. Not like those Bravo bitches with like ten maids,” she quipped. “I’m doing all the laundry. Wait ‘til Chauncey gets home and sees,” she giggled.
The chiming of the doorbell broke her out of her crazy, talking to herself moment.
Who the hell is it at my door this late?
An instant feeling of trepidation overtook Sasha. Not only was she in the big house alone with Aubrey, Chauncey was in another country, and Sasha let’s just say hadn’t had the most normal history.
Two people precisely, Neli and Mike, whom she had trusted, stalked her and tried to ruin her life at one point.
“Who is it?” Sasha asked trying to sound more confident than she was.
Sasha peeked out of the peephole as she neared the door and a feeling of relief and uneasiness overtook her. Relief because it was only Bleek. Uneasiness…because it was Bleek.
“Bleek…,” she started, pulling the door open. “What are you doing here?”
“Bleek!” Aubrey called, running to him from behind Sasha. “Is my daddy with you?”
Bleek pressed his lips together and gave a light smile as he picked Aubrey up.
“Nah, baby girl. But he’ll be back soon. Until then, I’m here to check up on y’all.” He shot his eyes to Sasha, who stood before him in a pair of pink mesh shorts and a tank top.
“Bri-Bri, you’re supposed to be in the bed,” Sasha spoke evenly. “Go.”
Aubrey, knowing when her mother was serious, heeded to the advice.
“Bye Uncle Bleek.”
Bouncing up the stairs after Bleek placed her down, Aubrey made her way out of their vision.
“Damn, I love that little girl right there,” Bleek smiled.
Sasha sighed.
“Bleek…what are you doing here?”
He shrugged.
“Checking on you.” Sasha rolled her eyes subtly and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Bleek…what are you doing here?”
After Chauncey had proposed to Sasha, Sasha told Bleek they seriously had to end whatever they had before it even got started. He agreed but seemed to be having an issue with that, being that he was now here.
Bleek stared at her yearningly and smiled.
“I just had to…I don’t know…make sure you was good before I laid my head down tonight.”
Sasha darted her eyes not trying to get caught up in any of that.
“I don’t understand…you said you agreed.”
“I did,” he told her. “I still do. You know, you tough on a mothafucka that wanna make sure you safe,” he told her with a chuckle.
Sasha shook her head in disbelief.
“Bleek, c’mon.”
“I miss you,” he admitted quickly. Bleek had never expressed his emotions to a girl in his young life. He didn’t even know he could genuinely feel them. He cared about his daughter’s mother. He liked fucking around with Jayde because she was sexy as hell. But being around Sasha felt like something else, and since they had agreed not to take it there anymore, they’d seen way less of each other.
“Where…where did this come from?” Sasha questioned with her brows crinkled in confusion. “I mean, we’ve been fine all of this time and then all of a sudden, you just started going hard body when there were no feelings there before-”
“There were always feelings there.”
“Bleek… Stop it!”
Bleek could see her frustration as tears pooled in her eyes. Sasha was fearful, with Bleek acting like this, it would be harder to resume back to normal than she thought.
He stepped closer to her and spoke in a deep whisper.
“Listen ma, I ain’t tryin’ to upset you. And I’ll respect what you got with C, I’ll fall back if that’s what you really want…for real. I did it before, I know I can do it again. Just know, I’m always gon’ have love for you, shawty. And you can’t stop a nigga from checking on you… especially when you in this big house by yaself,” he added with his boyish grin. He brought his hand to her head and brushed her hair with his fingers. Bringing his face to hers he spoke yearningly.
“I been trying since we talked, you know. Months, ma. And all I been thinking about is touching you…and tasting you…and fucking you…”
Sasha shut her eyes. He was so abrupt, still so rough around the edges.
“I been keeping my distance…tryin’ to shake it. But tonight…tonight I had to…I don’t know…”
“Bleek, you gotta-”
Bleek silenced her by pressing his lips to hers and Sasha whimpered, feeling their softness and thinking of how good they felt on her lower lips before. However, the weight from her heavy left hand reminded her of the man that she had loved for a long time, a man that was about to be her husband. She pushed Bleek away hard.
“Bleek, you gotta go!”
Before he could say or do anything else, Sasha slammed the door on him, right in his face.
She had fucked up, she had pussy whipped the young boy, but she didn’t plan on making a habit of it. She was done and over it. And Bleek would have to get over it too.
“Oh! Oh, yes!”
The cries of their lovemaking echoed through the walls of the Segovia mansion.
“Oh fuck! Oh yes, daddy!”
As she cried out, he grabbed her long hair and rammed all of that long dick deep into her.
“Arch your back… Arch your fucking back!”
“Ooohhhh, it’s too big! Oh, god!”
“A yo, shut the fuck up…before your husband hears.”
Veronica turned around with that blissful look of being long dicked etched on her face.
“He no care,” she panted. “We have open marriage. Keep fucking me!”
Chauncey grabbed her hair again like the reins on a deer and brought his dick deep into her.
“Arch your fucking back,” he demanded as Veronica’s petite frame bounced up and down on him. “Ohhh shit,” he grunted, feeling his release building up.
“Ooh, no fair. When you gonna fuck me, chocolate daddy,” the blonde cried. “You were supposed to fuck me first!”
This was true. Chauncey had entered the bedroom on the other end of the mansion with the blonde having the intention on getting some head. However when Veronica had arrived and said she was looking for him, she didn’t seem to shy away at his exposed dick in the girl’s mouth. In fact, she had the opposite reaction, and requested to join. Chauncey had been worried about fucking with business, her being Manuel’s wife and all, but she insisted he was not around. Besides, Chauncey had always been a risk taker, and two freak bitches at once was always a weakness. The fact that he now knew Manuel wouldn’t even care if he found out made it that much sweeter.
“Shitttt,” Chauncey groaned as he pulled his dick out of her, rolled off the condom and released his load into the blonde’s waiting mouth. Veronica turned around and kissed on his chest in the afterglow.
Chauncey had tried to be good, and in the sense he had been, but temptation had gotten the best of him. Besides, all niggas got they dick wet outside of the country, which was like international code or something to him. Sasha was still his heart.
“You are so good…you are too much for any one woman to handle,” Veronica cooed out of breath.
Chauncey kissed her on the top of her head and smirked as the blonde nibbled on his balls, sending chills through his body.
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