“That lil’ guy doesn’t know how to chill, huh?”
She giggled as she sat down next to him, curling her legs under her. “Welcome to my world.” She closed her eyes and leaned back onto the couch, but they popped open when she felt a strong hand tugging on her leg. Biggie pulled it from under her and put her bare foot in his lap before rubbing it absentmindedly. “What are you doing, sir?”
“Rubbing your feet.”
“I can see that. Why?” she asked curiously.
“I ain’t get to do it while you was pregnant. You know what I said earlier applies to you, too, right? Wallis isn’t the only one who has the world at his feet now.”
Tuesday stayed silent for a long time before she finally said, “I’m still mad at you, you know?”
“I know,” Biggie said as he continued massaging her feet. “But I told you that shit won’t happen again. I’m gonna do better.”
“You can’t keep running the streets, Biggie,” she whispered.
“I know,” he replied after a few seconds. “I’m working on it. Come here.”
Tuesday knew that was his way of changing the subject, and because she was tired, she let him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to him, though.
A chill went up her spine as she thought about the last time they had been alone, and that made her obey his command.
She scooted closer to him. He lifted her onto his lap, making her straddle him. She felt his hard dick pressing underneath her pussy, and her eyes bulged. “Big?—”
“You filled out since having my son.” He palmed her ass. “You know you look good, right?”
A moan slipped from her lips. She hadn’t had sex since Biggie because she’d been so focused on being a mom. Now, out of nowhere, he had her in this position, and all she could think about was sex.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wiggling against him and ignoring his question.
“Feeling on my baby mama. Been wanting to do this all day.”
The way he said it had her hot and bothered, so when he leaned in and kissed her, she let him. She even participated, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Biggie surprised her when he lifted her up and walked toward the stairs. Tuesday knew what would happen next, but she didn’tthink too hard about it. Maybe some dick would help her relax some.
Walking them into the bathroom, he turned on the large walk in shower before stripping them both out of their clothes. Before Tuesday knew what was happening, she was naked and shivering against the cool wall of the shower as the hot water fell onto them both.
Biggie washed her frame, sensually, and she returned the favor. This time being with him was less rushed. They took their time with one another as they each wondered what this chemistry was between them.
When he picked her up and his dick slid into her, she cried out in pure pleasure.
“Baby, you…you have to pull out. We need…condoms,” she said breathlessly.
He grunted.
“You don’t want more of my babies?”
Tuesday shook her head.
“Biggie!”
He was stroking her with long, deep strokes, and she wanted to cuss him out for trying to put another baby in her, but she couldn’t bring herself to. He felt so good filling her up. His dick left no room.
“Don’t worry, mama. I won’t cum in you. Fuck, you got some good ass pussy, though. How you expect me to pull out?”
She couldn’t respond because she was too busy coming undone around him. She held him tightly as her pussy clenched around him, and then her face screwed up as she came.
Biggie bit his bottom lip as he continued to stroke her; his nut building.
