“Okay. Then what?” She placed a rolled blunt on the counter.
“Then…I’ma go full force into hustling. No more play time.”
“And what does that mean?”
“That means hustling with structure. Strategizing, and making real plans to expand. Treat it like it’s do or die.”
Her lashes fluttered. “So, your plan is to be Houston’s biggest dope dealer?”
“Nah.” I rubbed my hands together. “The plan is to be filthy rich. Ion give a fuck about all that other shit that comes along with the game. And I wanna retire, go legit by the time I’m thirty.”
Shaking her head, she smiled. “The sad part about it…is that you’re so good at everything you do…that you’ll probably make that shit happen, for real.”
“And would that be a bad thing?”
“Yes, and no. I honestly would be cool with you just going out and getting a job. But…I know you. You was never meant to do regular shit like that. If it’s not ball,then it’s something you’re supposed to do. Because you’re special, and your destiny is greatness.”
My chest was now tingling and shit. “You special too.”
“I know,” she claimed, as she stood up. “But honestly, Jahrein…sometimes I hate this grip you have on me.” She closed the gap between us, while our eyes locked.
“Why?”
“Because. I’m scared of how I’ll feel, if you ever decide to let go.”
“Well, that’ll never happen,” I assured her.
“How do you know?”
“Because.” I licked my lips. “I can walk past five girls, begging to suck my dick, just to come home and beg you to eat your pussy.”
She laughed. “You always gotta say some crass shit.”
“I’m for real.” I gripped my shirt she was wearing.
She offered no resistance, as I lifted the shirt over her head. Then after dropping the shirt to the floor, I took a second to admire her naked frame, while my dick strained against my shorts. I’d personally shaved her pussy, so it was bald like I liked it. There was a fresh passion mark on her titty that I’d just left there the morning before. Her nipples were puffy, like they were when she was pregnant with Junior. Of course, back then I didn’t figure out that she was pregnant until after the fact. But once she had him, I would sit back and think about all her body changes that I was confused about, and there were plenty. I just didn’t have the experience with pregnancy to differentiate, but now I knew. Like a muthafucka.
So, Raven had all the signs. Her breasts were different. Her nipples were darker. She’d whine when I’d suck them too hard. Her pussy was wetter. She wastaking more naps. And eating more. And all it took was for me to throw her birth control pills away.
Still, I didn’t wanna count my eggs before they hatched. So, I hadn’t pointed anything out to her, just in case I was wrong, and she decided to run down and get more birth control. Basically, until that stomach was poking, I was gonna fuck her, and bust in it, to ensure that there’d be a baby, even if it wasn’t one in her already.
I know that my intentions seemed fucked up, and maybe they were…but that was somewhat Raven’s fault. If she wasn’t so flighty, acting like she could live without a nigga, then I wouldn’t have to do all this. In my mind, I knew that we were forever, and no matter how many times I made that clear, it seemed like she was never sure. So, instead of praying that she’d realize that we were meant to be, I was stacking the odds in my favor.
I needed her to need me, and she’d need me like a muthafucka if we had another baby to take care of. I wanted her so bad that I never could talk about it with a soul. Because muthafuckas would think that I was crazy.
Some might argue that I’d already done enough, with knocking her up with Junior and all. But I knew better. Raven was the type of fine that niggas became pure simps to have. So, I knew that niggas wouldn’t think twice about playing step daddy to my son. I knew that there was nobody stopping her from going outside and losing herself, if I didn’t stop her. Her daddy was married to the streets, and her mama was too selfish to be a present parent. And that left me with the task of guiding her, which meant that I was pulling whatever Iknew. And I knew that babies naturally slowed women down.
So, my mind was made up. Me and Raven was gonna have a bunch of kids to the point where our lives couldn’t function without each other.
Knowing exactly what time it was, she sat on the counter, with her feet propped underneath her, while her thighs were spread apart, widening her slit, allowing me to see her pink flesh.
Without a ounce of shyness, she slid a finger between her slit, and toyed with her budding clit. My baby was a seductress and would tap into some shit that probably took most women years to master. She was quick on her feet like that. I taught her everything I knew, and she ran with it, while adding her own pazazz to it.
“Come here.” She grabbed my hand, guiding me between her legs.
With ease, I dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor, before stepping out of them. With no time to waste, I was still wearing my Jordans, as I yanked off my shirt.
My hard dick stood at attention, and no hands were necessary, as I leaned in, allowing my hard-on to push between her slit. Swaying my hips, the head of my dick swished through her wetness, before I pushed into her folds.
