“I ain’t about to sit here, and act like I’m this overly religious kind of person because I’m not. I still fuck up. I just remember some of the long talks that I had with my pop- pop, and he would always tell me to let it be my wife that has my kids. I kind of want to honor that. Shit, I’ve been honoring it, which is the reason I don’t have any children yet. I know you would want to more than likely get married after the baby. I’m cool with that. We can hold out on the ceremony until after the baby gets here. How you feel about us going down to the courthouse now and making it official beforehand? I ain’t rushing you, it’s just that when it’s labor and delivery time, and when it’s time to start filling out paperwork and shit, I want to do it under the conditions of you being my wife. I want you giving birth to our child with my last name, and their last name. Before we start our family, I want you to be my wife already,” he shared, and his words made me dizzy.
Not because I didn’t like what he said, but because he continued to prove to me that he was much different than anyone that I’ve ever been with before. It was how intentional he was. It was the fact that he always knew what he wanted.
“I never looked at it like that. I like that idea though. We can do it. I’m down. Tank, I’ll marry you in the middle of the street,” I told him, and he laughed behind me, right before he kissed me on my neck.
“Cool. That’s what we going to do then. I know shit been busy right now in our lives. You been going hard at the warehouse, and I been working too. With that, we haven’t had time to move you out of your condo, but we going to get that taken care of by the end of the month. I promise. What you going to do with all your furniture and shit?” he wanted to know.
“Probably sell it. Oh my God. Baby, all this stuff is so real. I’m about to get rid of my hot girl condo, and be someone’s wife, and mother. My life was so different a year ago. Since you came into my life, this is the most that my ass has ever sat down. My sister was just telling me this earlier at your party. I stayed out of the country somewhere. I used to be gone for weeks at a time. Then, when I was home, I was always at a nice happy hour. At night, I loved to fine dine, and things like that. Look at me now. Who the hell is this person?” I asked, followed by a laugh, still not able to come to grasp with these new norms in my life.
“A woman that fell in love with a real nigga, and you had no choice but to turn your life around,” he said, not shocking me with the cocky ass answer that he’d given me.
We soaked together in the tub for a good twenty minutes. I told Tank that I didn’t want to fuck in the tub. At home, I’ll do it for him, but it really wasn’t my favorite. I wanted to take advantage of that beautiful, king-sized bed that we had in the bedroom.
Like the princess that I was, that always got my way, he let it be clear that it was my world, and we could do whatever I wanted to do. So, after washing each other off, we got out together. He stepped out first, so that he could wrap a towel around his waist, and then he assisted me in getting out, wrapping one of the thick towels around me. I’d already done my skin scare for the night, but I did go over to the sink, so that I could brush my teeth, since I hadn’t done that.
I left Tank in the bathroom, already having everything for him at the sink that he was going to need to wash his face, and brush his teeth as well.
While he handled his business in the bathroom, I went out to the bedroom, dropping the towel, so that I could use the oil, and the lotion that I had sitting on the dresser, and I applied both smells to my body. I didn’t even bother putting clothes on because I knew that he was only going to take them off when he made it into the bedroom.
I chose to take a seat at the foot of the bed, crossing my legs, waiting for him to join me. He came out probably five minutes later, and when he did, those damn glasses were on, and he was recording. The towel was no longer on his waist, so again, that dick was leading the way. The smile that he was wearing as he walked over to me proved that big daddy was going to take me through there tonight.
He planted himself right in front of me, and because I loved that dick so much, I couldn’t help but to lean my head down just for second, and I kissed the head of it. His dick jumped when I did that. I felt like he had tricks up his sleeves, so I planted the palms of my hands behind me on the bed, leaning my body back just a tad bit, and I looked up at him. I was on whatever my man was on tonight.
“I’m recording. Tell the people your name,” he said, saying it as if he was auditioning me. I was so goofy when it came to him, so I laughed, while looking into the lenses.
“Hi. My name is Dionne,” I played along with him.
“Tell them what your name is getting ready to be,” he replied.
“Dionne Briggs,”. That was my first time saying that, and I loved the little ring that it had to it.
“We got engaged today. Show the people your ring,” he went on, and I picked my left hand up, flashing the heavy ring right in front of his lenses.
You could tell that Tank was so proud of that ring because every time he saw it, he couldn’t help himself but to smile big.
“Alright. Now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s get right into it. What’s your top three favorite things you like to do when we fuck?” he asked me. We did so much shit, and he did so much nasty shit to me, that I really had to sit here, and think about it.
“I like getting my pussy ate. I cum so hard from head. I like giving you head too. I feel like I have some kind of superpowers when I’m able to make you nut from head. Lastly, I just like cumming. It doesn’t matter how I’m doing it. Whether it’s from head, penetration, or from getting my nipples sucked. I just like when you make me release. Tank, enough with the questions. I want to get fucked now,” I whined.
I played the game with him for literally one minute, and now I was ready to feel him. I tried to reach for his dick, but he knocked my hand out of the way.
“Hold on. We going to get there. What’s three things you hate when we fuck?” he asked.
“Nothing. I like everything,” I quickly said, just wanting to feel that dick.
“Nah. I know you got some shit that you hate. I can expose you if you want me to,” he said, probably knowing the things that I hated off the top of my head without me even having to say it.
“I don’t like when you call me out for running. Make me feel like you’re comparing me to them other hoes. I feel like you’re telling me that them other bitches weren’t running, and I am,” I shot, and when I said it, he laughed like I was crazy as fuck for saying that.
“Ya’ll when I put this dick in her, and ya’ll see what my stroke game looks like, it’ll make sense why she says some of the crazy shit that she does. I fuck away brain cells,” he spoke, reallycarrying on, talking during this recording like we were shooting a porno.
“Go ahead, baby. Get me right. You dying to get to that dick,” he finally said, and like he was going to change his mind, I quickly scooted up, put my hands in my lap, lifted that dick up with my tongue, and I gave him just straight mouth, tongue, and spit action.
I knew that camera was on me, so I was putting on one hell of a show. The way I was doing that dick, you would really think that we were going to put this video out for the public, and I was worried about the critiquing that I would get, so I was giving this head my all.
Tank kept his head down, so that the glasses could record what I was doing. Both his hands went for my hair, rolling it up, holding it in his fist, as he pumped that dick down my throat, and when it touched the back, I started gagging, trying to take it out for a second, so that I could breathe, but of course, he wouldn’t let me. My ass had gotten ahead of myself, knowing that he wasn’t working with the average sized dick, and knowing that I needed to take my time with it.
“You trying to show out for the camera. You know that’s too much dick. Take your time on that shit. We got all night. I plan on fuckin you all night. What we rushing for?” he asked, with his hands now on the side of my face because he was keeping me there.
