I sat quietly as he continued to his destination ’cause I had no clue where the fuck we were goin’. I knew Nashville like I knew Chattanooga, and the exit he came up on was for the rich muthafuckas.
That exit led to a specific neighborhood that housed three to four houses max because of how much land each one came with. My nerves started acting up like Bebe’s kids. The fuck was he on?
I glanced at him to see his ass had a smile plastered on that handsome face of his. Before I could question him, he pulled into a roundabout driveway. I immediately shook my head.
“Fuck no. Take me back to my average ass condo.” I denied an offer that wasn’t given.
What I said amused him. Laughter filled the car when I was dead ass. Those houses held like eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms or some shit. Moving there was a future goal, not a then goal.
He ignored my refusal and parked the car in front of the steps. The steps alone looked as if they belonged to a museum or somethin’. That house was too much. Plain and fuckin’ simple.
I sat there as he got out and rounded the car to let me out. Hell, I wanted to ignore his hand when he opened the door, but I wanted to see the inside of the house too. I didn’t like him for having me torn.
I was ushered up the stairs and brought in front of a door that had no locks. I was confused on how we would get in until he gave it a command to open, and it did. Oh, a bitch was floored at that point.
Walking inside, I almost cried. I always wanted high ceilings, and that house provided them. The chandeliers that were scattered throughout the foyer were everything. My baby daddy had been busy.
The further we walked inside the house, the level of shock rose. That house was beautiful. During our week apart, he managed to buy us a home.
Why was he so perfect?re-entered my thoughts of questions. Did I mean that much to him that he would provide me with stability of this nature?
Tears fell as I walked up the stairwell. He had pictures printed off of us lined along the wall. They were pictures I hadstored in my phone, but somehow, he got ahold of them. I was in awe.
Each door I opened was to a bedroom that was fully furnished. He went all out for lil’ ole me. It was honestly too much, but I didn’t know how to give it back. I didn’t deserve that much from anybody.
The second to last door I opened was the baby room. I erupted with laughter once I saw the layout. Everything in it was for a boy.
“I don’t think she’s goin’ to like this. You might want to have someone come and change that,” I said, still carryin’ a hint of amusement.
“Nah, we can just change one of these otha rooms into hers. I’m gettin’ my son one way or another.”
“Oh, is that right?” I flirted.
That unspoken offer he gave at Hunz’s crib to relax me was about to be accepted. He walked up behind me and kissed me along my injured shoulder. For a second, I got emotional until he spoke.
“I love you… will do anything for you.” His words were music to my ears.
I was led to the last door I had yet to open. When the doors opened, so did my mouth. The master bedroom was huge. So much space, but the furniture that occupied it filled it out perfectly.
The bed had to be custom made because the biggest bed I had ever seen was a California king, and that bed was twice the size. I was excited about having room to fuck my baby daddy without worrying about falling off the bed.
He continued to walk me over to the bed, not letting go of my waist. The size of my belly prohibited him from being on top, but I had no problem sitting on what was mine.
I was slowly undressed and kissed all over. Whatever was exposed, he kissed. That shyness he held in the beginning of our journey was no longer there. He quickly removed his clothing as well.
Christian treated my body the way a husband treated his wife. Anytime we engaged in sexual content, he aimed to please. There wasn’t a time I wasn’t satisfied. He had the credentials to drive a woman crazy.
It was placing me on all fours to be eaten’ like a fresh watermelon from the back for me. Christian had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His lips had my pussy held captive.
“Ssssshit! Baby, wait.”
I just wanted a minute to regroup. He snatched a soul that I wasn’t in possession of from the get-go. I wasn’t in control of my breathing or the way he had my pussy contracting. If that was how preachers got a sinner to call on God, then I was there for it.
“Oh, God. I’m cummminnn’!”
I surrendered to the strokes of his tongue and released the built-up fluids. There wasn’t a mouth better than his that I wanted to bless. He deserved the sweet creaminess I had to give.
My chest was still heaving when he inserted the flesh that filled me up with both his kid and joy. Only two people had the pleasure of exploring me, and he was the best at it.
