I rolled over in the bed and sat up and Bria came and jumped in my lap. “Good morning Mommy,” she squealed and then kissed my cheek.
“Good morning princess” I said, kissing her back on her cheek.
“So how did you sleep Mommy?” she asked, and then rubbed my stomach. I laughed as Dontae tried to watch TV, pretending not to pay us any mind, meanwhile being the one that put my baby up to this mess.
“I slept fine, other than the fact that you kept taking all the covers. Why are you rubbing my stomach Bria?” I asked and then looked at her daddy, who still wasn’t paying us any attention.
“I think my little brother is in there.” She smiled.
“Oh really? And how do you know that?” I asked her, laughing.
“Because I saw you crying the other day when you were watching Frozen. Mommy we watch that movie all the time and you never cry, so I know he’s in there. You have been so emotional lately,” she said.
I couldn’t help but laugh at this little girl. “He’s not in there but when he does get in there, I will let you know, okay?” I said.
“Well Daddy, I tried,” she said and jumped out of the bed.
“Bria go in your bathroom and wash your face and brush your teeth and I’ll be down there to fix you breakfast. And put on your house slippers,” I told her.
“Okay Mommy,” she said and closed the door behind her.
As soon as she closed the door, I got up and locked it. I went over to the TV and turned it off and headed over to Dontae and straddled his lap. “Why you tell my baby to say that shit?” I asked him.
“Say what? What you mean?” he asked, playing dumb but I could see that smirk all over his face.
“You know what I’m talking about,” I told him.
“Nah, I don’t know what you talking about,” he said and lifted his tank top that I was wearing over my head. I didn’t have on a bra and I looked down at my breasts. Dontae sat up and placed my right breast in his mouth.
I let out a soft moan and placed my hand in his hair. He was driving me crazy and my breasts were already sore as well. I lifted up off of him so that I could pull his gym shorts further down. Once his dick was completely out, I sat down all the way and it felt like someone was shoving knives up my vagina. I guess I was going too slow for Dontae because he threw my hands behind my back and started roughly drilling inside of me.
“Tae…wait, it hurts! It fuckin’ hurts!” I cried out.
He didn’t let up at all. He just continued to show my ass no mercy. I was crying real life tears, being a real fuckin’ baby right now. My God, I was so embarrassed! I was crying and moaning the whole time as I got my pussy beat up. I guess Dontae felt a little bad for me because he sat up with me still in his lap as he fucked me deep and slow, licking away my tears. It felt a little better now and I had stopped crying. I was just moaning now. Something wasn’t right because I never cried while we had sex. I only cried tears of joy and passion. These right here were tears of pain. The last time I felt like this is when I was pregnant. I’m not going to even lie, I took a test a week ago and it showed up positive but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, which is why I never said anything. When Bria just asked me that, I knew I just didn’t want to tell her and end up having an episode of last time.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my head on his shoulders and moaned in his ear how much I loved him and allowed him to make love to my body. I came so fuckin’ hard that my body started having spasms. I felt Dontae’s dick jerk inside of me, which let me know that he came too. I stayed there with my head still on his chest.
“Something you want to tell me?” he asked me, after my body had calmed down some.
“Okay, I’m pregnant,” I told him truthfully.
“That’s what the fuck I thought!” he said and sat me down in the bed and stood up. I laid on his side of the bed and put the pillow between my thighs to calm down my pussy.
“You knew I was pregnant, so why would you handle me like that? That shit hurt!” I told him.
“You wasn’t gon’ say the shit willingly, so I had to fuck it up out you,” he said and hit my thigh. I kicked him with my foot and got myself comfortable.
“Naw Breesha, get your ass up and go cook breakfast,” he told me, playfully pulling my leg.
“In a minute bae,” I said and that was the biggest lie I had ever told. The way he’d just fucked me, I wasn’t waking up until sometime this afternoon. I turned over with the “I just got dicked down real proper” smile on my face.
Chapter 11: Dontae
It was going on midnight and I was just now closing up my shop and about to take my ass home. I had been ripping and running all day and all I wanted right now was a hot ass shower and to take my ass to bed. As I was walking to my car, my phone started ringing and I noticed that it was from an unknown number. I was tired as fuck so I wasn’t about to answer the call, especially not from a mothafucka’ that was about to play on my phone. Whoever the fuck it was wasn’t letting up because they continued to call nonstop for the next five minutes. Getting irritated, I decided to answer the phone.
“Who the fuck is this?” I barked into the phone.
“Bout time you fuckin’ answered. Nigga where is my daughter?” the caller barked into the phone.
“Bitch are you fuckin’ crazy? Sharice I already told your stupid ass to just stay the fuck away from Bria. You’re fuckin’ dead to her and a bad memory that she doesn’t need in her life! I swear to God, I will murk your ass if you try some slick shit!” I yelled in the phone to her dumb ass.
“I’m her fuckin’ mother, in case you forgot! You got that bitch over there forgetting her place. She didn’t fuckin’ carry Bria for those nine months nigga. I fuckin’ did! I think y’all getting ahead of y’all selves over there, trying to be the perfect fuckin’ family with my damn child. Now I done tried to be respectful, but you not gon’ keep calling me out of my name like that!” Sharice screamed into the phone.
“Let me put your dumb ass on to something right quick. Breesha is more of a mother to Bria then you have ever been. I’m going to tell your stupid ass one last time, you better not show up because I swear to God, I’m killing your ass on sight. Fuck off my line bitch,” I spat into the phone and as I was about to hang up, I heard her yell something out.
“Fuck Dontae! I didn’t want to say this shit over the fuckin’ phone but you leave me no choice. I’m dying man. I have cancer and I want to make things right with my baby. Can you please allow me to do that?” I heard Sharice say and it sounded like she was crying.
I didn’t expect no shit like that to come from out of Sharice’s mouth. Damn, that’s probably the reason she looked liked that yesterday at Bria’s party. I’ll admit, yes my baby mama was a bad bitch but it was something about her yesterday that just seemed a little off to me. Her skin wasn’t the bright red color that it used to me, in fact she looked pale. Even as she had tried to reach up and pick up our daughter, I could see how weak she was. I was so mad that she had come, that I shrugged all of those signs off. I didn’t even know what to say back to Sharice, so I just hung up the phone. Yes, this was sad and I didn’t wish that shit on nobody but damn, a nigga was at a loss for words and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know what the fuck to do. My daughter was fuckin’ scared to be around Sharice and I know by me bringing Bria to her that those nightmares were going to start right back up. But damn, I didn’t want to be a hateful ass nigga and keep Sharice away from her when I knew that she was down to her last days. I really had some thinking to do right about now. If Breesha was up when I got home, I would just have to talk to her about it and see what her input on things was.
I pulled into my driveway and parked my car and got out. Shit, a nigga was stressing right now. I hoped my baby was up so she could say some encouraging words to a nigga. I put the key inside the door and quickly deactivated the alarm. After that, I walked into the kitchen to get me something to eat, when I noticed a letter tape
d to the refrigerator door, saying, “Baby I cooked dinner and your plate is in the fridge. Please don’t wake me because I’m tired as hell. I love you Tae. Again, don’t wake me up.”
I laughed as I read the letter that Breesha left for me. She knew that every night when I came home that I would wake her from her sleep and she hated that shit. I opened the fridge and sure enough, the plate that she had made for me was in there. I lifted up the aluminum foil wrap and my baby cooked her nigga some baked chicken, yellow rice, black eyed peas, with two blueberry muffins. I quickly took the plate out and warmed it up and within five minutes, I was already done. After cleaning my area and washing my dishes, I headed upstairs.
I checked in my daughter’s room first and she was sprawled out hanging off the side of the bed. This little girl right here was the worst sleeper ever. I quietly walked over to the bed and picked her up and put her back in the middle of the bed before kissing her forehead. Walking out the room, I closed the door behind me and headed to my bedroom. Inside, my fiancée was lying on her side of the bed on her back looking beautiful as ever. I was tempted as fuck to wake her up so she could jump into the shower with me.
After handling my business in the shower, I headed back in the bedroom with my dirty clothes in my hands, placing them in my dirty clothes hamper. I slipped on a red pair of my polo boxers and slid in the bed. Slightly grabbing Breesha by her arm, I pulled her into me so that she was lying on my chest. I rubbed her belly for a few minutes and then took my ass to sleep.
7:00 a.m.
“Girl you know damn well Tae not going to let me go so I’m not even going to ask him that shit,” I heard Breesha say. I looked up and I saw she was in the walk-in closet with the phone glued to her ear. She had on a matching cheetah bra and panty set from PINK and I could tell that she had just got out the shower. She had her hair wrapped up with pins, how she always did whenever she took her showers.
“Tae ass always trying to control some shit, so if I ask, he gon’ come up with every excuse why I can’t go. Plus, you know I’m pregnant so he definitely not gon’ let me go, with his overprotective ass.” I let out a chuckle at Breesha’s shit talking ass. I don’t know where she thought she was going but I could already tell you right now, that shit wasn’t happening.
I watched as Breesha came inside the bedroom with the phone still glued to her ear and the outfit that she would be wearing today for work. She gave me a smile and I playfully stuck the middle finger at her. She laughed and told whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back when she got in the car.
“Who was that? And where I’m not letting you go to?” I asked her, getting out of the bed and making my way over to her.
“That was Nae and I’m not telling you because you gon’ say no,” she said.
“Girl just tell me. I ain’t gon’ be too quick to say no,” I half lied.
“Okay, Nae birthday is on Friday and we want to do a road trip up to Orlando and get a house up there for the weekend. We’ll leave Thursday night and come back Sunday morning,” Breesha told me.
I looked down at her for a minute. Hmm, I had to do the calculations. That would be about three days without my baby, which meant three days without having any pussy. Wait, I might somehow manage to get her to give me some pussy Thursday since she’d be leaving at night. Wait but then, a nigga wouldn’t be able to get no head either. A nigga wasn’t even gon’ be able to get a home cooked meal because my ass wasn’t gon’ be cooking shit.
“Naw, you ain’t going,” I said after I had weighed my options. Hell naw, three days without my baby. I couldn’t do that shit.
“But Dontae why? Everybody else is going! Besides, I need a break. All I do is work and come home,” she wined.
“Oh so you need a break from a nigga? That’s why you trying to go to Orlando, so you can get a break from a nigga?” I asked, defensively.
“Baby, you know that’s not what I meant. You know you’re the only one for me,” she said.
“Your ass still ain’t going!” I said.
She looked at me for a few seconds. “Baby please,” she said, walking over to me and pushing me down on the bed. She got down on her knees and pulled down my boxers. Damn, I swear to God if she give me head right now, she would leave me with no choice but to let her ass go. Fuck! Damn! What was I supposed to do? It was too late because a minute later, my whole damn dick was already down her damn throat.
I watched on as my entire dick disappeared down her throat. Her ass was fuckin’ showing off! I palmed the back of her head, fuckin’ her face forcefully. She hummed and moaned against my dick, driving a nigga crazy. I looked her into her watery eyes and a nigga was in love all over again. Fuck man! What the fuck was she doing to a nigga?! All of a sudden, my lower body stiffened and I couldn’t hold my ass still for shit.
“Fuck Breesha, watch out!” I grunted because I know she hated for a nigga to cum in her mouth. But to my surprise, she stayed her ass right there and swallowed all of me. I opened her mouth and slapped her jaws, to see if she had swallowed the whole thing and she did.
“You nasty as fuck,” I told her, laughing. She laughed back and threw me back on the bed and sat on my stomach and started kissing all on my neck, leaving her mark.
“I guess that means I can go now, right?” she asked me.
“Yeah you can go, but I got some rules I need to dish out to you first,” I said seriously.
“Rules? Nigga I’m grown as fuck. What rules?” she asked and I started laughing at her expression.
“First of all, calm your ass down before your ass don’t be going no damn where,” I said and she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Rule number one, no drinking. I shouldn’t even have to tell you that though. You pregnant Breesha so I don’t need you doing nothing stupid. I only want your ass drinking water and juice. I don’t even want you drinking no damn virgin drinks. Rule number two, no talking to no niggas, I don’t give a fuck if you sneeze, if that nigga say bless you, you better not say thank you! Rule number three, I need to approve of every outfit you pack with you. I don’t need these thirsty ass niggas looking at my shit! Rule number four, you got to have your own room because we need to have phone sex every night. And rule number five, if I call your ass one time and you don’t answer, please expect to see me in the next three hours because I will be standing there at your door, ready to jack your ass up in front of everybody,” I finished.
“Alright massa, anything else?” Breesha asked, trying to be funny.
“Think I’m playing if you want to! I’ll embarrass your ass in front of everybody!” I said.
“Okay Dontae, damn. I swear you do the most sometimes. Let me go get my baby up for school,” Breesha said, getting off of my chest.
“And make sure I see that suitcase too!” I said. She nodded her head and disappeared into the closet and came back out pushing two Louis Vuitton travel bags. “What is that?” I asked her, sitting up.
“My bags that I packed,” she said, smiling.
“Oh so your ass just knew I was gon’ say yes, huh? I should just change my damn mind,” I said, putting the luggage on the bed so I could inspect every damn thing in there. That’s why for the past few weeks her ass had been doing all that damn shopping. Her ass knew she was going to this trip all along but waited two days before to tell me. After she left the room, I went on to see what were going to be the dos and don’ts for the trip.
Thirty minutes later, Breesha emerged back into the bedroom with Bria right on her tail. “Hi Daddy” Bria said and sat on the bed. She looked real pretty in her school uniform and her hair was neatly braided going to the side with beads at the end. That was one thing about Breesha, she made sure my baby was always looking nice.
“Good morning beautiful. Did Mommy tell you that she was leaving us for a few days?” I asked, trying to be petty. Hopefully Bria would throw a tantrum and then Breesha would feel bad and decide that she didn’t want to go anymore.
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“Yes Daddy, Mommy told me. She said she’s going to bring me back gifts, so I’m fine with her going,” Bria informed me and I grunted.
Breesha came back in the room, dressed in a black high waist skirt with a light blue long-sleeve collared shirt. On her feet were a pair of wedges that weren’t too high so I was going to let her slide this time. “Dontae what’s all of this?” Breesha asked, pointing to the clothes on the bed.
“Those are the clothes that didn’t make the cut. You not wearing those so pick something different,” I informed her. I watched as she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever Dontae, I’m not about to play with you. I’m already running late. Bria kiss your daddy and tell him bye,” Breesha said, grabbing her purse from off the dresser.
“Bye Daddy. I love you” Bria said, hugging me. I lifted her up and kissed her cheek.
“I love you too. Go ahead downstairs. Mommy will be down there in a minute,” I said, putting her down.
She nodded her head and quickly ran out the room. I walked over to Breesha and wrapped my hands around her waist, inhaling her sweet scent. Damn, she smelled good and the way that little booty was poking out in that skirt was driving me crazy. “You mad at daddy?” I asked her, kissing on her neck.
“No,” she responded, not even turning around to acknowledge my presence.
“Prove it then,” I said in a deep, husky voice. She turned around and dropped her purse on the dresser and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pecked me one time on the lips.
“Yeah you mad at a nigga!” I said and she sucked her teeth and leaned in closer to kiss me, this time, shoving her tongue down my throat. Five minutes later, she broke the kiss.
“Told you I wasn’t mad,” she said and turned around to get her purse.
“Yeah, whatever li’l mama. I’ll be at your job at 12 to take you to lunch,” I said to her.
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