wasn’t stopping until your fine ass let me slide between those thighs.”
“So, it’s physical?”
“That plays a part, cause I aint fucking with no woman that I aint attracted to, but that’s the easy part, lil’ mama. This shit was just easy with you. I never had to ask if you deserved anything. Literally, our only issue was your situation. That’s it.”
“And that don’t ever bother you sometimes?” “Bother me how?”
“How I left another man, while he was in jail.”
He sighed. “That part don’t really bother me, because even though I was complaining the whole way through, I respect how you handled that. You didn’t leave that man hanging. He could’ve came home fucked up, with nothing. But you held it down and made sure that he was straight. And that says a lot about your char-acter. Now, as far as you and that nigga…I honestly don’t know if there’ll ever be a time where I get comfortable with y’all interacting. I’m just being honest. That’s a sensitive area for me, and I just want you to understand why.”
“I understand. Trust me.” I yawned, as I rested my head on a pillow. “Anyway, I think that I’m ready to start back doing hair. Cause as much as I love how you take care of me, I have to do something to keep myself busy. And get out this house for a few hours. You know?”
“I hear you. So, you gonna just be braiding and shit?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I honestly wanna do it all. I just need a space, first. Cause I know that you don’t want those hard heads from the hood, pulling up over here.”
“Hard heads? You talking about them broads?” “No. The niggas.”
“Mannnn,” he drawled. “Hell, nawl. You aint finna be doing
no niggas’ hair. I wouldn’t give a fuck if it was here or across the city. You can work with women and kids only.”
I laughed. “You can’t be serious, right now.”
“Oh, I’m so serious. How was you braiding those niggas’ hair?
Was they sitting between your legs and shit?” I laughed harder, and he popped my ass. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“Men. Too Low was tripping on the same shit, which is how he ended up buying me a salon chair. Cause any time a nigga came to get their hair braided, he’d stop whatever he was doing to sit and watch us.”
Face sucked his teeth, probably hating that I’d compared him to the next man. “Me and that nigga are two different people. He bought a chair to keep them from between your legs. But I aint letting you braid no niggas’ hair, period.”
“Whatever, Face.” I rolled my eyes.
“Nah, aint no fucking whatever. And how soon do you think that you wanna get back to doing hair?”
“Maybe in the next month or so. Cause first I have to find a spot, then get all the equipment. Think of who hair I can do in exchange for promo.”
“Let me handle that part,” he offered. “Everything?”
“Yeah,everything.”
I shrugged. “Okay, you got it.”
“Is that right?” He slapped my ass with his hard dick.
“Umm hmm,” I lazily confirmed, already knowing exactly what was next.
Spreading my ass cheeks, while widening my slit, Face pushed his dick into my pussy. Stroking me slowly, we could hear him moving through my slickness.
Arching my back, I bounced my ass, as he slid in and out of
me. Soon after, Face rested his weight on my back, while we inter-locked fingers.
He was pumping into me deeply, as we both chased a nut, with no intentions to pull out. Since just a few weeks after having the boys, we’d started back fucking, with no barriers or birth control. I think that after struggling to conceive for so many years, I wanted to go right back at it for another try, just to make sure that the twins weren’t a fluke. And obviously, Face shared my sentiments.
“Damn, Babi,” he huskily breathed into my ear. “I’m finna blast deep off in this pussy. You—”
