“You doing good. Look how you taking that dick. When I pick up the pace, bounce your ass on this mufucka.”
“Okay.” I went in slow a few more times before I increased my speed. Just as I asked, Brianna began bouncing her ass and then the moaning began. The sounds coming from her mouth was about to make me nut.
“You’re such a good girl. Now, ride this mufucka like you would if it was in your pussy.” Pushing back from me, she got on her tippy toes and began bouncing hard as fuck. Between her screams, that ass clapping against me, and the feeling, a nigga was done. My nut shot out hard and fast. This time, that mufucka went limp as fuck.
“You really ain’t shit. How you gone cum before me?” Laughing, I pushed her off me and onto her back. Placing her legs on my shoulders, I dove in and began sucking her clit. I was working that bitch fast, and I could tell it wouldn’t be long.
“Give me that cum, shorty ma.” Spitting on her clit, I started sucking again and her body slowly started to shake.
“Oooh, this pussy cumming baby.” Her ass came hard in my mouth, and I continued to suck until she began whimpering. Climbing from between her legs, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed. “I need a minute. I can’t take anymore right now. My ass hurts.” Laughing, I climbed in the bed and pulled her to my chest.
“Girl, ain’t nobody about to touch you. Well, not right now. You can tell your homegirl you not coming back until tomorrow. Right now, I just want to lay with you. Just know, every time this dick brick up, I’m sliding back in you. All fucking night!” Her body shook, but she snuggled up beside me.
“Why do you call me, Brianna?”
“Your mama named you Clay, I’mma call you Clay.” We both laughed at my Coming to America line. “Naw, but you’re his Blaise. You’re my Brianna. You can be that fake bitch with him and on the tv, but when you with me, I want the real you. All of you. No make up or spanks. I wanna see the girl I fell for years ago.” Her eyes got big, but no words came out of her mouth. Feeling it, I decided to jump off the cliff. “I love you, Brianna.” She stared at me, but her ringing phone interrupted us. Her ass hurried up and answered, I’m sure so that she could deflect.
“Hey, Ty is everything okay?” Brianna shot up and began getting dressed. “How did that happen?” I sat up because now I was concerned. Her ass was dressed in record time. If it wasn’t for the pure panic on her face, I would have thought she was faking to get up out of there. “I’m on the way.”
“You good?”
“I have to go. I’ll call you.” There was no goodbye or even a kiss. Her ass ran out the door and was gone so fast you would wonder if she was really here.
****
Grabbing my duffle bag, I headed downstairs to my car. My flight was leaving in a few hours, but I wanted to checkon Brianna and make sure she was okay. I haven’t heard from her since she ran out of my room, and a nigga didn’t feel right leaving to go back home if she wasn’t good. Not really wanting to pop up on her, I called her phone again, but it just went to voicemail. I knew she didn’t have a segment today, but I wanted to make sure her lame ass husband wasn’t home. Dialing the studio, I waited for someone to pick up.
“Hey, is Garrett doing a segment today?”
“Yes, he’s here. May I ask who’s calling?” Not saying anything else, I hung up the phone. Going to the email my investigator sent me when I first looked into her, I got her address and put it in the GPS. Calling her phone one more time, I hope she picked up. I wasn’t the pop up type because I wasn’t trying to look like a bitch. I just wanted to make sure shorty was good. Pulling up to the house in Oak Park, I must say I was impressed. Praying this girl didn’t show her ass, I got out of the car and walked to her door. I rang the bell and waited. A few moments later, it opened, but it wasn’t Brianna. My knees went weak looking at a mini version of Brianna. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it until I saw it. The berry mark all the women in my family carried. I know a lot of people had birthmarks. Probably even strawberry looking ones, but hers was in the exact spot as my family’s.
“Hi, are you here to see my mommy? I’m Mila.” I wanted to speak, but my words were stuck.
“Jam, what did I tell you about opening the door? You can’t just-…” her words got lost when she saw it was me. The shock and fear on her face confirmed what I already knew. Fighting back tears, I tried my best to hold my composure.
22-BLAISE MONROE
He nodded towards the baby, and I knew what he meant. “Go play hunny. I’ll be back in a second.” Mila went skipping off without a care in the world while the fear of a prostitute returning broke to her pimp ran through me.
When I was in the hotel with him, Tyla called me and told me Mila had gotten out of her house and couldn’t find her. I took off like a bat out of hell, but by the time I had driven a block, she called me back and told me she was hiding in one of the cabinets. A bitch was so shook, I just went and got her. I planned on breaking it off with Devin because I couldn’t take the risk of something happening to Mila while I was out creeping.
I never expected him to show up at my house though. I was still trying to figure out how does he know where I live? I had so many questions, but the look on his face told me it wasn’t smart to ask them. Not knowing what else to say, I tried to snap hoping that would deter him.
“Devin, why are you just popping up at my house? I told you I’ll call you when I wanted to link again.” He looked at me for a while to see if I was serious. Out of nowhere, you could see something inside of him snap. Smirking, he ran his tongue over his grill before reaching out and snatching my ass up by the throat. My feet were now dangling, and I was swinging wildly. His grip didn’t loosen a little bit.
“Is that my fucking daughter?” My response was to keep swinging. How the hell was I going to answer if I wanted to, and he was choking out my throat pocket. If he truly wanted answers, at some point, he was going to have to let me go. Squeezing hard one last time, he tossed me down on the pavement. “IS THAT MY FUCKING DAUGHTER?” Tears streamed my face, but he had no sympathy for me.
“Devin. Calm down. We will talk about this later, but not here.” I could see my neighbors peeking out trying to see what was going on.
“Bruh, you been fucking with me for months. MONTHS! You didn’t think any of those times were the right time? What kind of person does that to someone?”
“I’m sorry.” That was the only thing I could think to say. I guess that wasn’t enough because Devin spiraled again. Reaching down, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to him. This time when he choked me out, I just stood there and cried.
“You’re sorry? She’s what, five? You took five years from me with my child and the best you could come up with is sorry.” When I didn’t respond, this nigga lost it. Putting both hands around my throat, I’m sure he really intended to kill me. Seeing the police cars pull up, I started clawing at his hands trying to get him to release me since I couldn’t say it out loud. Devin thought I was fighting him back, so it only made him go harder.
“Freeze.” When he still didn’t let me go, I knew he was a different level of mad. I begged him with my eyes, and he finally let me go. “You’re under arrest.”
“No, wait. It’s not what you think.” I had no idea how I could spin this, but I knew he didn’t deserve to go to jail.
