“Oowwwee Daddy, I feel ya dick growin’. That mean you ‘bout to cum all in this wet pussy,” she cried, her whole body fallin’ into it.
“You me to cum in my pussy?” I moaned, diggin’ my dick deeper in her while I smacked her ass, leavin’ red hand prints on that muthafucka.
I held her hips and fucked her right, lettin’ her ride out every second of her nut while her pussy spasmed around my dick.
“GOT DAMN!” I cried as I kept strokin’ that pussy like my life depended on it.
My nut rushed up fast, hittin’ me outta nowhere. I kept strokin’ my dick hard in her while warm streaks of my nut slid out her pussy and down her thighs.
After a minute, she collapsed on the bed, breathin’ heavy, and I climbed in behind her. She was warm, soft, and perfect against me, and I kissed her shoulder before lettin’ my hand rest on her hip.
We laid like that, both breathin’ hard as hell, our bodies still hummin’ from everything we just did.
“Damn girl,” I said, damn near out of breath.
I pulled her closer, lettin’ her lay right on my chest, my arm stretched around her waist while my hand slid slow over her hip. She let out this hum that had me smilin’ without even tryin’.
She rubbed my chest with them soft ass hands of hers, drawin’ lil’ circles right over my heart like she owned the spot. Her leg slid over mine, her thigh thick and warm, and I rested my chin on top of her head.
I shook my head, smirkin’. “You keep fuckin’ me like this…” I paused, lettin’ my fingers trace slow up her spine, “I’mma marry your ass. For real.”
She lifted her head a lil’ with her eyes half-closed and her lips curved up like she ain’t know whether to laugh or take me serious. “Whatever, Renza,” she said soft, but her smile told me she liked hearin’ that shit. I also knew she had her issues with me, and probably didn’t want to fall too deep in that thought.
“Nah, I’m deadass,” I said, kissin’ her cheek slow, my voice low in her ear. “You gon’ fuck around and have me buyin’ rings and shit, and put yo’ crazy ass up in a house where you can’t go nowhere.”
She smacked my chest, laughin’ harder this time, then tucked her face back against me. “You stupid.”
A quiet settled over us and it was that good kind.
I kissed the top of her head again. “Come here. I want you to live in my skin right now,” I whispered, pullin’ the blanket over both of us.
She snuggled closer, throwin’ her arm across my stomach, her fingers lightly draggin’ over my tattoos. Her breathin’ slowed, and that told me she was drifitin’ already.
I kept rubbin’ her back, lazy and slow, lettin’ my hand wander wherever it wanted.
“Goodnight, Daddy…” she mumbled, half-asleep, voice soft as hell.
I grinned, eyes closin’ too. “Goodnight, Big Mama.”
Within minutes, she was knocked out on my chest, and I wasn’t far behind her, fallin’ asleep with my hand still on her ass like I ain’t ever plan on lettin’ go.
SOLÉ GARDENS
I had just woke up and I could smell my baby in the kitchen throwin’ the fuck down.
The scent hit me before I even opened my eyes all the way. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, all of it mixed together, and Iknew without even lookin’ that Reni was in there goin’ crazy with them pots. She always cooked like she was tryna feed eight niggas instead of just one nigga.
I stretched slow and sank back into the bed for a second, lettin’ the warmth settle around me while I stared at the ceilin’. My phone started buzzin’ on the nightstand, and when I reached over and grabbed it, Pressure name was flashin’ across the screen. I sighed and answered.
“Where you at?” he asked without even sayin’ hello. I could hear the babies in the background and somebody slammin’ a cabinet like they ain’t have no home trainin’.
“I’m out handlin’ somethin’,” I said, starin’ toward the cracked bedroom door ‘cause I could hear Reni’s slippers shufflin’ across the tile.
“You know my mama wanna take them pictures today,” he said. “And she trippin’, talkin’ ‘bout everybody gotta be there early. Then she feedin’ everybody after. So get ya ass home so I ain’t gotta hear her mouth.”
“I know, nigga. I ain’t forgot. I’m comin’,” I revoked, already irritated at the thought of my auntie yellin’ at grown people about smilin’ for the camera. “I’m on the way.”
Pressure said somethin’ else about not bein’ late, then hung up before I could respond. I tossed the phone back on the bed and dragged my hand down my face, thinkin’ about how I needed at least ten more hours of sleep before dealin’ with my people.
