“What chu mean? You literally just had my baby a month ago. This is a intimate time, where you still should be at home. So, of course, I’ma get agitated ifI can’t reach you. And we both know that I’ma stop whatever I’m doing if I can’t get no answer on that phone.”
“Cause you like to baby-sit me, huh?” She assumed.
“No. I’m just doing what a man is supposed to do. Keeping up with his family.”
“Whatever, Jahrein.” She sighed. “You love to act like you this damn family man.” She made quotation marks with her fingers.
“Yeah, cause I am a family man.”
“Oh, really?” She sluggishly gazed at me.
I squinted. “You popped a handlebar?”
Her sneaky eyes wandered around. “Why?”
“Cause. I keep telling you not to take that shit, unless I’m at home, and I can tend to the kids once you pass out.”
“Well, you was taking too long to come, and these kids have been working my nerves. I need some extra fucking help.” She absently scratched her head.
I nodded. “I keep telling you that we can hire a nanny.”
“Yeah, yeah. That sounds good, until you using that same muthafucka to keep tabs on me.”
I lightly laughed. “You tripping.”
“No, I’m not, Jahrein. You’s a real fucking stalker. And I know that you been reading my fucking diary. Invading the hell out of my privacy.”
I licked my lips, choosing not to even indulge in that. Because it was true. I was the type to go through everything. And even regularly sniffed her dirty panties to ensure that there was no foreign scent present. I literally studied Raven, and would sometimes play mind games. Like pretend that I was leaving for theday, only to park down the street, and watch my house for a few hours. And if she was away from home, I was gonna make it my business to pull up wherever she was, and scope things out. Even if I never told her that I’d come through. I was always somewhere watching, and she never knew when I’d pop up on her ass.
Yeah, maybe you could call it obsession or some shit, but I reasoned that I wasn’t that crazy, because at least she was my wife. So, I wasn’t a total creep, stalking a stranger.
“Look, you just stop popping those pills, girl.” I switched the subject.
“Yeah, Ion know ‘bout that. I feel like I’m floating, right now,” she gloated. “I like being high.” She goofily cheesed.
“Okay, I get that you like the feeling, but keep that shit to a minimum until I’m around. Then look at you. You can’t drive your truck home like this.”
“Well, I can just spend the night,” she giggled.
I frowned. “Now, youreallygot me fucked up.”
“Ummm,” she randomly moaned, while lifting her legs, and putting her feet underneath her, pressing her knees against her shoulders, practically squatting in the seat. “For some reason, Xanax be making my pussy throb.”
“What the fuck?” I chuckled at her unpredictability.
“Aint no what the fuck.” She locked eyes with me. “My pussy is purring, Jahrein, and I need you to fuck me.”
A chill shot up my spine, as I didn’t detect a hint of laughter. She was dead serious. That was different for her, because she mostly would preach about waiting tilthe six weeks was up to avoid pregnancy. Then she’d just stopped bleeding, and I hadn’t tried to fuck yet.
For some reason, I didn’t respond, as I watched her shimmy her ass out of my boxers. Then she lifted her titties out of the bra.
“What you waiting for, nigga?” She questioned, as she slid a finger between her fat pussy lips.
Saying nothing, I slid my seat back, and wrangled down my jeans and boxers, then shoes, before kicking the clothes completely off. Right after, I eagerly crawled over the console, and in between her legs.
Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I pressed a button, sliding her seat back. Then I gripped her knees, and pushed my dick into her slick opening.
“Ummm,” she hungrily moaned, while working her pussy back and forth on my shaft.
