I rocked back and forth, taking my time. I used all my inner muscles to tighten myself around him. I could tell by the way he tightly squeezed his eyes shut that I was having the intended effect.
“Mmmm.” he moaned as I picked up the pace.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my beasts. He toyed with my nipples, sending me over the edge.
I bit my bottom lip as I worked my pussy on him. “Shit, daddy.”
He smacked my ass, encouraging me to do me.
I gazed down at him, catching him staring at me. I rolled my hips, loving the feel of him plunging deep inside of me.
“I'm sorry.” I whispered. “You forgive me?”
He didn't answer, instead he grabbed my waist and sat up in bed. Before I could protest he lifted us both out of the bed. While still inside of me he stood up. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he bounced me up and down his dick.
“Uhhh Jahrein...Jah...Ja...Jahreinnnnnn!” I screamed as he murdered the pussy.
This was how my ass always ended up pregnant again. We knew damn well that it wasn't time for us to start having sex again, but when he was putting that dick on me none of that shit matter. Actually, he was so damn good that I'd tell myself fuck it. If a bitch gotta carry another baby I would, just as long as he kept running that dick up in me. Of course, after those orgasms subsided I'd come back to my senses.
“Fuck Raven!” he growled. I could tell that he was about to bust, so I hopped down. Before he could object I dropped to my knees, wrapped my mouth around him, and he blasted directly in my mouth.
“Damn.” he grunted as he jacked off, skeeting everything he had.
I looked up at him, as I gulped down every ounce he squirted.
He gazed at me lovingly. “You see that's why niggas catch these bullets. The shit you do is lethal. Almost some homicidal shit.”
I giggled as I came to my feet. I pulled his head closer, and tongued him down.
He smacked my booty. “Now, go make daddy some breakfast.”
I smiled and happily obliged his demand. It was the least I could do.
As I was cooking I realized that the trash can wasn't in the kitchen, so I stepped outside to the backyard. I shook my head as I spotted the rubble that was just my outfit for the club the night before. Jahrein had literally burnt my shit, with his crazy ass.
The kids were away at Red's house, so we ended the morning on the kitchen counter. Jahrein was in beast mode, beating it out the frame. Cum dripped all over my granite counter tops, as I came all over him.
After he finished fucking my brains out, I turned on the television that was mounted on the kitchen's wall. Just so happened I caught the news.
“This is Channel Thirteen News reporting live from southwest Houston. I’ve just been informed that four people have been injured and one man has died, suffering from a bullet wound to the head. The clubowners told police that a fight started inside of the club and then spilled over into the parking lot. A gun fight ensued, which ultimately left these victims in the crossfire. As of right now the police have no leads. They’re asking that anyone with information come forward or call 713-222-TIPS…”
My jaw dropped, as I heard the anchor continue to talk.
I looked at Jah.
“What? Why you looking at me like that? I never got a chance to fire my gun.”
“Yeah right.” I sighed. “So none of y’all fired y’all guns?”
“I mean, by the time I got through the crowd niggas were already blasting. Now, who shot who I couldn’t tell you.”
He seemed too calm to have just committed murder, but one never knew.
All that day Jahrein wouldn't answer his cell phone. He just divided his time between fucking me and reminding me to stay my ass out the clubs. I eventually went and picked up the kids in his truck, which was always the better option when transporting all of the kids.
As I was driving home I heard a cell phone ring. I didn’t know where the hell it was coming from. My cell phone was in my pocket and Jahrein had his with him. I couldn’t really search for it while I was driving so I decided to turn up his CD player and just so happenIf You Only Knewby Fat Pat was playing.We'll meet places you never been before addin spice to ya life feelings can't ignore. Mind soar through the clouds sometime it's hard to see who I love the most, my galor my late night creep. Confused at times but I gotta go home talkin to you on my celly til I turn on my corner. I can't get enough of this player life I wish it was some kind of way I make you both my wife. Sleep with the both at night without a fuss or fight Ménage trios all the way til the middle of the night. It feel so right to have you both on my side. I couldn't imagine my life without my broad and my wife. It's goin down.
It was crazy that that particular song would be in my husband’s rotation. It was talking about a man having a woman and a chick on the side; something they swore he had.
