Lyric screamed, moaned, begged, and creamed as I fucked the shit out of her.
“B-baby. I can’t take it. Oh, it feels so good. Ugh!”
“Shhhh. Don’t you wake my baby up,” I warned with a cocky grin. We were both covered in sweat, and all you could hear was our skin slapping and her moans as she came undone.
“I need you to ride it before I cum,” I requested. We switched positions as I guided her on top of me. The two of us both hissed as she slid down my length. My hands held onto her waist as I guided her up and down. Her mouth hung open as she rocked her hips.
“You’re doing a good job, baby. If it’s too much, let me know,” I assured her. Most of the women I fucked with didn’t like being on top because they swore it was too big. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel pressure to do more than she was comfortable with.
“Fuck.” I grunted when she planted her feet on the bed and proceeded to bounce on my dick. She was riding the tip, giving me a full view of her cream coating my dick. Her hands were planted on my chest as she twerked and wobbled her ass while she fucked me. Once again, I was left in a state of shock as she worked me over.
“Damn, baby. You ain’t playin’ on this dick. Shit,” I moaned, thrusting my hips from underneath.
“Yes, baby. I’m cumming! Mmmm,” Lyric cried out. She didn’t have to tell me she was at her peak; her body gave her away. Gripping her waist, I pumped into her, giving her as much dick as she could take. Within seconds, my back stiffened, and the two of us were releasing together. I should have pulled out, seeing as I failed to strap up, but fuck it. I would accept whatever consequences came from my reckless actions.
Lyric fell on top of me as we both attempted to catch our breath. I hadn’t planned for our night to end like this, and there were a multitude of thoughts going through my mind. I thought I would feel guilt or regret, but I didn’t. Making love to Lyric was the most natural experience, and it only confirmed that my feelings for her were deeper than I wanted to admit.
She rested her head on my chest while silence filled the room.
“What’s on your mind? Do you regret what we did?” Her head lifted as she waited for me to answer.
“Naw, I don’t regret shit.”
“But…”
“I—” As soon as I got ready to tell her what was on my mind, I heard my baby girl whimpering in the next room. Immediately, I jumped up and slid on my sweats so I could check on her.
“Aye, why don’t you relax and take a shower while I get her settled? We can just order takeout instead of you cooking,” I suggested.
“Umm, okay. What do you have a taste for?”
Her question was innocent, but when my eyes traveled to her naked frame, my dick twitched.
“You know what I like. Pick whatever, and I’ll eat it.” I leaned down to kiss her one last time before jogging down the hall to tend to my baby girl. As much as I had tried to avoid it, I knew the dynamics of our household were about to change. All I could do was hope they changed for the better.
“Let’s turn up, bitches!”
My girls and I were out having a good ass time. I had no business in a twenty-one and over club, but my good looks and this fake ID got me into a lot of places I shouldn’t have been in.
“Tonight is about to be a fucking movie!” My homegirls Summyah and Kiara cheered. We were in our own section courtesy of the nigga Summyah was fucking with. His name was Tutta, and from what I heard, he was getting to the money. He wasn’t on East and Logic’s level, but he was making a name for himself. My girls kept them a nigga with money, so we always got five-star treatment wherever we went.
“I know that’s fuckin’ right. Y’all hoes are doing too much talking for me, though. It’s shot o’clock bitches!” My other friend Valor came over with a tray of shot glasses. She was the friend who made sure everyone had a drink in their hands. Kiara was nineteen, while Summyah and Valor were both twenty. None of us were old enough to be in the club, but we didn’t give a fuck.
“Cheers, bitches. We’re fine as fuck, got fat asses, and even fatter pockets!” Summyah toasted with her shot in the air. Weall held our drinks up before taking the shots to the head. After three shots, I was feeling good and ready to turn up.
When the DJ started playing “Freak Hoe” by Future, I bent over and started bouncing my ass. One thing I thanked my daughter for was the body she gave me. I used to be a stick figure, but pregnancy added an extra twenty pounds to my figure, and it went to all the right places. My hips spread, and my booty had doubled in size.
“Yes, Lyric! Bounce that ass, friend!” Summyah gassed me up while dancing beside me. Valor and Kiara hyped me up as well. The DJ was on a roll playing back-to-back hits, and my girls and I were living in the moment. By the fourth shot, I decided to take a break and grabbed some water. Our table was filled with bottles, chasers, and a hookah. We were living it up and enjoying life.
Since I was sweating, I wanted to check and make sure my makeup still looked good and my hair wasn’t messed up. I usually carried a little fan when we went out, but the silver handbag I wanted to carry tonight could only fit my phone, lip gloss, my mace, and East’s black card. I never had to spend money when I went out, but East insisted I never go without it because anything could happen.
As soon as I powered my phone on, notifications began to pour in. I rolled my eyes at a few of them because these niggas were ridiculous.
Montaye Harris: Did you get the money I sent you? When you gon’ let me take you out?
ArdoDaGawd: Damn, I want to eat yo’ pussy. Why you playin’ wit me, ma?
Unknown: You play too many games. I’m tryna see you.
