“Fuck them,” he huskily breathed into my ear. “Ion give a fuck about what they think. Didn’t you just tell me that this was my pussy, this morning?”
“Yesss,” I purred, while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Putting his back into it, he hammered into me, forcing me to realize that he was purposely beating the pussy up. Ensuring that the whole house could hear us.
“Jah!” I unintentionally shouted, while he was drilling into me, causing his heavy balls to slam into my ass.
“Aww, fuck!” He growled, while pressing his entire dick into me, as he released.
Intensely, he shook, emptying himself, when he fucking knew that I wasn’t on birth control at the time.
“Damn, baby,” he whispered, before sloppily kissing me.
By the time we’d redressed, I was hoping that those bitches had left. Unfortunately, they were still lounging around the living room, as I did the walk of shame.
“Bye, girl,” one of them teased, as my back was facing them.
“I guess she just neededdickin the trap too.” Another one laughed.
Rolling my eyes, I opted not to say anything, as I stepped outside.
“Where is your car?” Jahrein questioned, as he stepped outside behind me.
I hesitated.
He tapped my ass. “You heard me. Where ya car at?”
I sighed. “At your granny’s.”
“What?” He laughed. “Oh, you wanna be me, for real. Switching cars and shit.”
Feeling a little embarrassed, I just strutted off the porch. “Whatever. I’m finna go get the kids. Meet me at home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed. “You just make sure that you aint hiding in no bushes, with ya dramatic ass.”
Giving him the finger, I sauntered right over to his granny’s car.
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“Damn, it’s coming down out there,” I mumbled, while listening to the downpour of rain outside.
“Yeah, I know it’s definitely flooding somewhere,” Jahrein assumed.
Stuck in the house due to the rain, me and Jahrein were snuggled up on the sectional in our family room. The kids were running around doing whatever, and I didn’t care, as long as they weren’t bothering us.
Lowkey, rainy days were my favorite. Especially whenever Jahrein was there with me. Sometimes our lives could become hectic, but the rain would force us to slow down and take a breather.
Naturally, Jah’s cells were ringing off the hook, but he never liked to make moves when the weather was bad, claiming that bad weather conditions was the jack-boys window of opportunity to catch hustlers slipping. So, I had him fully to myself that evening, which was a rarity.
“Bae, what do you want me to cook tonight?” I absently questioned, while he was randomly rubbing my stomach.
“Whatever you cook,” he responded lazily, obviously high after smoking a few blunts.
I cut my eyes at him. “Okay, but tell me why you keep rubbing my stomach?”
“Cause. I think this one is another girl.” He smiled, forcing me to roll my eyes.
“I aint pregnant.”
