When morning came, I laid on my back with the hardest dick in America. I told myself I was gone get up, get dressed and take us to breakfast, but I couldn’t think straight with a hard dick and Layloni’s fragrance hitting my nostrils. She was still peacefully sleeping on her side with her melons on full display.
I pushed the covers back, and gently lifted her, so she was straddling me. She yawned putting her morning breath all in my face. Still out of it, her head laid on my chest as she smiled then pecked me on my chest. I couldn’t even lie; this shit felt so good. Her warm curvy body on top of mine had my heart beating crazy. I didn’t give a damn about her funky breath nor the way her hair was all over her head. Layloni was still beautiful in every way.
I adjusted her body for her, lifting her up by the hips, I aligned my dick with her hot tunnel then eased her down slowly. She stirred and moaned out sexily. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out like a little bitch.
“King, what you doing?” she groggily asked as her pussy muscles unintentionally clenched my dick, causing me to growl lowly like a wild animal. She knew exactly what I was doing.
I held each side of her hips and started to slowly lift her up and down on my dick until she fully awakened. Her fingernails scraped against my chest, Layloni rotated her thick hips throwing that hot pussy right back at me.
“I’m cumming daddy.”
Her pussy was basically breathing on my dick, choking my shit and causing my own nut to rise.
“Cum on this dick now, Layloni.” I grunted out, feeling my own nut ready to bust.
She did as I said, and I loved how her and her body listened to me. We released at the same time then laid in silence for a while before I spoke.
“So, what we gone do about this baby situation?”
Her body tensed, she sat up with my dick still inside of her; she was on heavy defense mode. It was to be expected because she was so used of the fuck nigga she dated before me.
“I’m not getting rid of my baby, King. So, you can either be here or not.” She stated aggressively.
“It’s our baby and-”
“It’s my fucking baby! That I’m not getting rid of just because you a little ass boy and don’t want to step up to the fucking plate.” She cut me off.
She tried to climb off me, and I held her down as she tried to protest.
“Did I say anything about getting rid of my baby? You ain’t even giving me a chance to fucking speak with your crazy, silly ass! Shut the fuck up and watch who the fuck you talking to.” I snapped getting tired of her jumping to conclusions.
I had to talk to Layloni with a firm tone of voice. I didn’t want her to get comfortable with talking to me out the side of her neck. I would never be the type of nigga to shut her down and not let her have a voice but she would respect me like I intended to do with her.
She climbed off of me and I let her. I watched her ass jiggle as she stomped her way out of my room. I wasn’t going to run after her ass; she was too caught up in past emotions. Eventually I would prove to Layloni that I was far from a fuck nigga. My actions would show her better than my words would.
What Layloni failed to realize was as soon as she told me she was carrying my seed, she became my woman. So, in my mind, I was cool with her stomping off. I was too caught up in trying to figure out how to get her to move into my home now.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rellianah
Cream had put it down on me so good the other night that I’d been walking with a damn limp for two days straight. I wasn’t even mad about it either.
“Mommy, can we make Princess cupcakes?” Christina stood in the kitchen doorway staring at me with those big ocean-blue eyes that she knew damn well melted her daddy every time.
“Me too, Tee Tee!” Angel chimed in right behind her.
I sighed, already knowing where this was about to go.
Angel was my niece, but if you didn’t know better, you’d swear she was my child too. That little girl stayed with me so much that her parents, Joel and Bella, sometimes had to remind me she actually belonged to them.
Angel looked just like me. Same brown skin, same sharp eyes. Next to Christina she could’ve passed as her older sister. I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter.
“Y’all not about to tear my kitchen up,” I said flatly. “Go draw some princess cupcakes and make it look cute on paper, y’all can get a bowl of cereal.”
Angel rolled her eyes like she had grown woman bills to pay.
“That’s what you got maids for, Tee Tee.” She frowned.
