She stood on her tip-toes and planted a kiss on my lips and then squatted down. I was still smoking on my Blunt as I watched her tease the head of my dick with her tongue. I let her do that shit for a few more seconds and then I raised my left hand and directed her to open her mouth so she could put the whole thing in. Nae had her own thing going on right now. She was sucking me nice and slow, humming on my dick. I watched in amazement as my wife succeeded in the skills that I had taught her. I taught Nae how to suck dick and she was making me look real good right now.
“Keep doing that shit girl,” I grunted out loud. Nae continued to suck my dick and then I watched as she tried to place her hands in her thong to play with her pussy but I slapped her hand away.
“Nah, leave that shit alone. I’m going to handle that for you,” I told her and she went to massage my balls with that hand while she finished trying to get me off. She looked me dead in my eyes, basically begging me to hurry up and cum so that she could get her shit off too.
“Fuck girl, stay your ass right there,” I said because I felt the vibrating of her tongue and that shit was about to have a nigga cumming all down her throat. Seconds later, I emptied everything I had to offer down her throat.
When Nae stood up and I got a look at her sexy ass body again, my dick instantly rose up again. Without saying anything else, I roughly grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up and walked with her still in my arms. Her butt was resting on my chest and her pussy was staring me directly in the face. I went over by the wall and gently pushed her back into it as her legs wrapped around my neck for support. I benched twice Nae’s weight so me holding her up like this was nothing to me. Honestly, she felt so good in my arms and I just didn’t want to let her go. I held her up with one hand and used my other hand to slide her thong to the side. I sniffed it and I swear that was the best smell to me in the world. I placed a soft kiss on it and her juices instantly decorated my lips. I did that two more times and then I slid my index finger inside of her.
“Sin please eat it,” Nae moaned, throwing her head back.
I gave her a smirk and removed my hand and attacked her clit with my tongue. Her juices were constantly streaming down and I was trying my best to lick everything so that nothing went to waste. I was being so greedy with her pussy and Nae loved every second of it.
“Mmmmm Sin…that feels go good baby,” Nae moaned, grinding her pussy in my face. She wanted so badly to run this show and control her own nut, so I just simply stuck my tongue out and let her have her way.
“Fuccckkkk…I’m cumin’!” she screamed and her body shook uncontrollably. I never once stopped sucking on her clit, even after it began to swell up. I was going to keep doing that shit until she begged for me to stop. I kept sucking her pussy with no remorse and she when she realized I wasn’t playing games with her, I saw a single tear drop from her eye but she quickly wiped it away.
“Sin…stop,” she moaned, trying to get me to put her down. It was like I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. It was like I needed her pussy in order for me to continue breathing. I gave her a few more licks and I eventually let her down because I felt bad when I noticed the strained look on her face. I put her down on her feet and turned her around, placing both of her arms on the wall.
“You mad at daddy?” I asked, fuckin’ with her. She didn’t answer me. She just tried getting her breathing back under control. I used that as my opportunity to slip my dick inside of her swollen pussy. She let out a cry mixed with a whine and I moved her hair from off of her shoulder so that I could talk that thug shit in her ear while I fucked her crazy.
“Wet ass fuckin’ pussy. Don’t you know that I’ll kill a nigga over this shit,” I grunted in her ear while she continued to moan loudly.
Whenever I had sex with Nae, it would always get a nigga in his feelings. I would start thinking shit on how I would really kill a nigga if he ever tried to say he even thought about fuckin’ my wife. I was the only nigga to ever slide up in Nae and it was going to stay this way. Her pussy fit me like a glove and I loved that shit. I placed my hands behind my back and I watched on as Nae’s pussy was being greedy with my dick and taking the whole thing. Not once did she try to push me back. I swear it felt like her shit got warmer and tighter every time. I leaned back up and went back to talk in her ear.
“You gon’ give me a son?” I asked, bringing my hand around and teasing her clit. Instead of answering me, Nae’s moans got louder and she threw her head back on my chest.
“Answer me Nae,” I asked, sucking on her neck and while one hand played with her clit and the other massaged her right breast. I swear it felt like I was fuckin’ her when she was a virgin because she was so damn tight to me.
“Yessss Sinnn,” she moaned and I smiled at that. A few seconds later, she was cumming and I was right behind her. Any other time, Nae would have forced me to pull out, so I guess that meant that she was ready to have another one of my babies. I knew she was going to get pregnant because I had been threw out those bullshit ass birth control pills.
“Happy anniversary baby,” I said and she looked back at me and smiled.
“Happy anniversary Sin with your slick ass,” she said and I lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Nae called me slick because she knew if I asked her anything during sex while she was taking this big ass dick that her answer was going to be yes, which is why she let me finish off in her instead of pulling out like she’d been having me do lately. I smiled at my wife and turned the lamp off and I was knocked out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 17: Breesha
Things with my pregnancy had been good for the most part. Of course, I ended up undergoing a surgery to place a stint in so that I wouldn’t face my cervix opening way before it was time for me to go into labor and so that I wouldn’t miscarry again. Lord knows, I didn’t need another traumatic experience like that again. Since that whole failed suicide attempt that took place, I had been constantly in prayer with God asking that he forgive me and that I was able to have a full term pregnancy. I was doing everything right and then some this time because I couldn’t have a rerun of that again. I was going into this pregnancy with a positive attitude so I was hopeful that things were indeed going to work out for the best this time.
I was only two months pregnant so I wasn’t really showing. In fact, no one would even know I was pregnant unless I told them because my stomach was still flat. Dontae and I still hadn’t mentioned to Bria that I was pregnant, mainly because I didn’t want to get her hopes up and then have something bad happen. Things between Dontae and I had still been good. Lately, Sharice had been trying to get in contact with him about spending some time with Bria. I didn’t know what her problem was, but that bitch really needed to sit her ass down somewhere. I may not have birthed Bria but best believe, I was a better mom to her than Sharice could have ever been to her. I swear I didn’t understand why the fuck she felt like she could just disappear and all of a sudden show back up and try to take claim of Bria. Because of her dumb ass, Bria was fuckin’ raped! I already owed her an ass whooping, so I wished like hell she tried something stupid. I’d beat her ass like her mother should have done a long time ago. I’m not going to lie though, even though I had all of this pent up energy inside of me, I still felt like Sharice was trying to tell Dontae something but he wouldn’t let her, or that she did tell him but he still wasn’t trying to hear. I say that because, hell, Sharice knew Dontae was crazy and even when he threatened her ass to stop calling, the bitch still called. I didn’t fuck with Sharice in no way, shape, or form but I did want to know what she had going on that was causing her to aggravate my man so much.
Anyways, I wasn’t about to let this bitch stress me or my unborn out. Right now, I was at work, getting ready to leave in a few minutes. Today was another busy day for us as usual. As I was preparing to leave, I noticed that my phone was ringing. I looked down at the caller and saw that it was Imani. I answered the phone and grabbed my purse wi
th the other hand.
“What’s up Imani?” I asked her, walking out of my office.
“Where you at Breesha?” she asked, not even acknowledging the question that I just asked her.
“I’m about to leave work. What’s up Imani?” I asked her again.
“Come to Rashard’s house. I have to tell you something and I don’t want to say it over the phone,” she said and I could hear the panic all in her voice. I didn’t know what the hell Imani was up to but that shit had me feeling nervous. I already knew something was up with Imani because I hadn’t heard from her ass in about two weeks, plus every time I called her, she didn’t pick up the phone and she wasn’t responding to any of my text messages. I thought that was odd because Imani normally called me at least four times a day talking about something.
“Alright, I’m on my way over there now,” I said and she hung up the phone. I walked out to the front of my store and told Melanie that I was leaving. A minute later, I was in my car and heading over to see what the hell was up with my little cousin. I didn’t like the way she sounded on the phone and I wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Rashard and Imani’s house. I parked my car in the driveway and went to go ring the doorbell. A minute later, Imani came to the door and I had to admit that she didn’t look her normal self. She had bags under her eyes, her clothes were wrinkled and hanging off of her body, and she looked as if she hadn’t slept in days.
“Imani, what the fuck is wrong with you? And where is R.J?” I asked, walking inside of the house behind her and closing the door.
We went inside of the den area, where I sat down and Imani stood up, pacing back and forth. I had to do a double take because her ass was scaring me. “Imani, sit your ass down because you about to piss me off! Now what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked her again.
She looked at me and tears immediately started rushing from her eyes. “I killed him,” she said barely above a whisper.” It was like I heard what she said but I wasn’t really comprehending what she was saying.
“You killed who?” I screamed, standing up from the couch.
“Breesha shut the fuck up. Don’t scream!” she said, looking me dead in the eyes. I saw the hurt, the pain, and I can’t forget, the fear. Any other time, I would have cursed her ass up for telling me to shut the fuck up but I could see that Imani was crying out for help and I wasn’t about to make her feel worse than she already felt.
“Imani,” I said, taking her chin so that I could stare into her eyes. I knew when Imani would lie about something so I needed to make sure she was going to tell the truth. “What happened? I’m not going to scream,” I told her.
“He had a gun. Mark had a gun and he was going to shoot Shard. Everything happened so fast. I had Rashard’s gun with me, so I shot him. I killed him. I killed Mark, Breesha.” Imani cried and I dropped her chin and she fell down to the floor crying. She was stressing herself and I didn’t know that the fuck to do or what to say. I do know that Imani did what the fuck she had to do in order to protect her family and I didn’t see the bad part about it.
“Breesha he’s haunting me. I can’t sleep! I haven’t been to sleep since this happened and I’m scared,” she told me and that explained the bags under her eyes.
I honestly felt bad for my little cousin at this moment. She had been keeping all of this in and once she was able to get it out, it was like all of her emotions came pouring out. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the floor next to Imani. I pulled her up and laid her head on my chest.
“Imani, you got to look at it this way. If you wasn’t there that night, you would be crying right now over something totally different. You would be crying because Shard was gone and you would have to end up being a single mother. Because of you, Shard is able to be here for you and R.J. Don’t beat yourself up over this because you handled your business. You did what the fuck you had to do. Just be glad that it was Shard that made it out and not Mark,” I told her.
She stayed with her head on my chest and continued sniffling. A few minutes later, the door opened and Rashard came into view, holding a bag of Chinese food.
“Breesha, get up. Let her ass cry, she been doing that shit for the past fuckin’ week. She act like she wish it was me that would have been dead instead of that nigga,” Rashard said with a mean scowl on his handsome face.
“Rashard, you can’t be talking to her like that. She already having a hard time trying to deal with this shit. You can’t be doing that,” I told him. I normally tried my best to stay out of peoples’ business, especially people in relationships, but this was my little cousin, my life, and I wasn’t about to let nobody dog her.
“Breesha I understand that, I really do. I love the fuck out of Imani but this is literally all her ass do, all day, everyday. She told you everything. Did she tell you that I asked her ass to marry me after the shit went down? Look at her finger, I went and put that fat ass ring on her finger and she still bitching over that shit.” Shard fussed and I pulled Imani’s finger up and sure enough, there was a huge 18-karat solitaire diamond cathedral tulip ring on her finger. How the fuck did I miss that big ass rock on her finger?
“Yeah, I bet she didn’t tell you that shit. Breesha stop babying her ass because I’m not about to do that shit no more,” Rashard said, placing the food on the counter in the kitchen. All the while, Imani was still lying on my lap, sniffling.
“Rashard, let me talk to you outside for a minute,” I told him and he nodded his head.
“Breesha don’t go talk to him, please don’t,” Imani begged, trying to pull me back down.
“Mani shut the fuck up! Go upstairs and change because you really about to piss me off,” Rashard told her and she sucked her teeth, wiped her eyes, and headed upstairs like she was told. I got up and I spotted Imani’s house shoes by the stairs and I slipped them on and joined Rashard outside on the porch. He was sitting on one of the chairs, while I chose to stand up.
“You know you gon’ have to stop talking to her like that, right?” I asked, as soon as I closed the front door.
Laughing, Rashard turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry Breesha but your cousin is hard headed as fuck, so I have to talk to her ass like that sometimes. I left out earlier and told her that when I got back home, I wanted her out of them clothes and to change into something new. I’m not trying to sound like no ungrateful ass nigga because if it wasn’t for Mani I wouldn’t even be standing here right now. You got to understand, for the rest of my life I’m going to have to thank Imani for this shit. I care about her feelings and it bothers me that her ass can’t sleep because she too scared because in her eyes, she thinks that nigga going to come back and haunt her ass,” Rashard told me.
I nodded my head. “Shard, you got to understand that Imani is green to all of this street shit. Not saying that I caught bodies and shit before but when I was living with my mom, before she died, I stayed in the projects, so seeing dead bodies was the norm for me. Imani’s parents sheltered her from that shit, so I just ask that you take into consideration my cousin’s feelings because shit like this is new to her. Most importantly, stop yelling at her like that before I have to whoop your ass, pregnant and all,” I said, causing him to laugh.
Rashard pulled me into a bear hug, saying, “I’ll keep that in mind. You know your cousin and you know that talking to her nicely ain’t gon’ fix shit, so don’t try it. I done seen you get with Imani worse than how I do her,” Shard told me, leading us back in the house. I laughed because it was true. Imani would make a bitch get out of character fucking around with her spoiled ass.
“You staying for dinner Breesha?” Shard asked me, as I went back in the den to put my shoes on.
“No, I’m going to go home and cook for my babies, plus Imani probably not fucking with me since I went and talked to you,” I said, laughing.
Laughing too, he said, “Imani, don’t run shit over here. If you want to stay, stay,” but I declined because
I knew Dontae would be home soon and I had to go get Bria from after care. After telling Rashard bye, I was heading out the door.
Imani
After having Shard make me feel worse than I already felt, I came upstairs to take a much needed shower. I was mad at Breesha too for siding with his ass. And then Rashard got mad at me because I didn’t tell Breesha about the engagement. It’s like damn, can I finish crying first and then tell her? I had every intention on showing my cousin the ring; I just wanted to get the whole Mark situation out of my system first. I hated keeping secrets from my cousins, but I was scared that they would look at me like a murderer when I told them what happened. I even looked at myself as a murderer and it would kill me if my cousins were to start treating me any different because of this. I’d be damned if I told my parents what happened. Since meeting Rashard’s mom, I swear I told that lady everything but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her this. It’s like I was so focused on worrying about what everybody else was going to think of me, which is why I was being so secretive. But knowing Rashard, he probably had already told his mom what happened.
Stepping out of the shower, I reached for my towel and wrapped it over my wet body. I got my toothbrush from out of the holder and brushed my teeth, rinsed, and flossed. After I did all of that, I fixed my hair and pulled it up into a tight bun. I went into my drawer and threw on some black Nike shorts tights and a white tank top with no bra. I went downstairs, slipped on my house shoes, and found Rashard in the den, eating his food and watching Power. Rashard’s ass didn’t watch shit else that came on TV except for Power, so that’s how you knew the show was good. I went into the kitchen and prepared to fix me a plate of food. It didn’t know how hungry I was up until now. I put four pieces of chicken on my plate, a lot of the special fried rice, and two eggrolls. I sat the plate in front of me and went in. that’s when I realized that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, which was some soup. After I finished eating, I went into the den with Shard. I sat next to him on the couch while he watched TV.
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