The painting was of him in his younger years, around the time he created CCB with Quadior’s father. I saw the tears in my father’s eyes as he admired my rendition of his photo. “I wanted to use this specific image because I finally understand CCB is not a gang. It’s a family. It’s loyalty. It’s my legacy.” I got a little choked up but kept going. “I used to just see you as a murderer, and it kept me away for longer than necessary because what you truly are is a provider, a protector, and a leader. Thank youfor giving me time to get understanding, and forgive me for the distance my ignorance caused.”
He rushed me, and I allowed him to hold me as long as he needed to. My father and I weren’t back to how I was when I was younger, but we were making our way there. For the chance to rekindle a once unbreakable bond, I was grateful.
When he released me, I tried to rush off when I saw Dior watching me like a true predator. He didn’t allow me to get far, though. “Oh, no you don’t,” he teased, lopping my belt loop and pulling me back. I tried to grab on to the corner, as a final attempt to keep him from pulling me inside the janitor’s closet, but failed miserably, because the next thing I knew, he had me backed into the locked door.
“Quadior,” I warned in an exaggerated tone. “I need to concentrate on my art right now.”
He shook his head with a smirk. “Nah, you need to concentrate on letting me nut in your pussy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, even though my pussy was purring. Just wet and ready to feel every inch of him. “I haven’t stopped the birth control yet, so it’s not like we’re going to get pregnant today.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, I know, and I don’t care. We might as well start practicing now.” He hooked my chin and lifted my head so he could attack my lips. “Now, stop all that yappin’, and in the words of Webbie, ‘girl, give me that pussy.’”
And gave him that pussy I did because even though I played hard to get, I wanted him just as badly. Before I could fully exhale, we were naked, and Dior was sliding deep inside of me. “You want a son.” He slammed all his weight into me, and I just knew I was creaming down his shaft. He slowly pulled out, and my mouth watered from how badly I missed him. He gripped my hips tightly, then stroked me long and slow. “Or do you want a daughter.”
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I said, “Give me a son, baby.” And I swore he fucked me so hard there was a good chance that he not only gave me a son, but two of them.
The End
