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“Three words, baby. Say those three words, then handle your business. I’m right there on your spot. Say that shit to daddy,” he groaned, leaning his head in, so he could suck my nipple.

He did it for a few seconds, then snaked his head up, putting it right in front of mine. The way he was stroking me, and looking at me pushed it out of me.

“Fuckkkkkk…. I love you… Papa, I love youuuuu…. I’m about…. I’m cumminggggg on that dickkkkk. Shitttt,” he made me cry.

I don’t know what that dick had in it, but when I felt the orgasm building, it forced me to express my true feelings, and to cry. I went through at least twenty seconds of releasing. My body transformed, making me shake all over that dick, yell out, even though I was trying to be mindful of having my nephew in the bedroom. I didn’t know what the hell this man just finished doing to me, but when my body eventually calmed down, out of embarrassment, I leaned my head into him, burying it against his chest.

“Nah. You gotta say that shit again,” Wolf released, trying to pry my head away from his chest but I wouldn’t let him. I laughed through my tears, picking my hands up, so that I could wipe them away.

“Wolf, I’m embarrassed as fuck. You’re embarrassing me,” I let him know.

“Embarrassed about what? Nobody in here but me, and you. Say what you just told me again,” he was able to get my head away from his chest, forcing me to look up at him. I felt so many emotions while looking at him. Lust, love, obsession, just all the things.

“I said I love you. I really do,” my voice cracked when I said it again. My words forced a smile on his face.

“And I don’t question that. I love you too. I love everything about you,” if this man wanted to see me crack, and make my ass cry, he’d successfully did it.

I really don’t know what the hell I had going on, but when he said that to me, I picked my hands up, covering my eyes, and I had a moment. I was crying because this was the first time that a man has told me they loved me, and I truly believed them. I never felt like Hitta loved me. I told him before that he used to do too many things to hurt me to possibly love me. If Hitta did love me though, that was a fucked up kind of love, and I didn’t ever want a man to love me in that manner.

As if I wasn’t already going through enough emotions as his, Wolf lifted me up, carried me in his arms, while propping himself up against the bathroom counter. One would think that he would have given me a moment to get my shit together, but he didn’t. He only lifted me a little higher in his arms, easing me down the curve of his dick, and bounced me.

I was a wreck on that dick. He continued to hit against my g- spot, fill my head up with all kinds of sweet nothings, while kissing my tears away. Every time I would cum, that dick would hit against another spot, getting me to release again. That went on for well over fifteen minutes. When I started seeing stars, feeling like I was getting ready to pass out, that’s when he left my ass alone.

We took our first shower together. It was the kind of shower where he had to hold me up damn near the entire time, so I wouldn’t fall. It’s because I was so tired and well fucked.

Since we’ve both already showered, we weren’t in for too long. Ten minutes at the most, and five of those moments were spent with me not wanting to let him go, clinging onto him, and kissing him. We eventually finished up, and any other night, I would have got in bed without any clothes on. Since Nico was sleeping in bed with us tonight, I put on pajamas. It was a long sleeve top, with long sleeve bottoms.

I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. After that, here I was, climbing in bed with my nephew, being gentle with pulling him my way, so I could cuddle with him. He was still sleeping hard, as if he was recovering from a long day of work.

“I like you like that,” Wolf said, joining us in the room about five minutes later.

My eyes were closed when he said that, but I opened them after, so I could get a better look at him. He changed into a wife beater, and long pajama bottoms. He slicked his hair back into a low bun, while he stood at the foot of the bed, eyes on me, and Nico.

“How you like me, papa?” I asked, looking at him with weak eyes, ready to doze off any second now.

“Home. Ducked off and tucked away from everything. In here playing mommy,” he said to me.

“I’m not playing mommy. It’s just auntie. Don’t get used to this,” I told him, and he laughed.

“Nah. Your ass better get used to it. This about to be your reality. Your days in that club are coming to an end. You going to be tucked away, and put up,” he said it like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

I told you, in the past, when a man would say that to me, I never took it as a compliment. It sounded like a controlling ass nigga that wanted me in the house, so that niggas wouldn’t be in my face. When Wolf said it though, I didn’t mind it. When he said it, it’s almost as if I lowkey believed him. He just had me in the bathroom boo- hoo crying as he sexed me. I was falling in love with him. Hell, I loved him. If he was able to get me out of the club, and have me in the house on mommy duty, then I’ll admit that he was indeed a different type of nigga. No one has ever been able to accomplish that, so if it happens, he has to give himself a pat on the back.

CHAPTER 6

KINGSTON BENNETT

“My love, I told you I wanted to wear the light blue shirt to work today. Why did you iron the black one?” I asked, walking into the kitchen, where my wife was, tending to our children.

I came down with just my black slacks, socks on my feet, with shoes in hand. I needed to be out the door, but she was slowing me down because she ironed the wrong shirt for me.

“The light blue shirt had a stain on it that didn’t come out in the washer, so that’s why I ironed the black one,” my wife let me know.

“Ma don’t forget to sign my planner. If you don’t sign it, my teacher going to start tripping,” our oldest child, Malik said, sitting there with breakfast in front of him, holding his planner up in the air for Mya to sign it.

Malik was ten. Lil nigga was every bit of me. He thought he was the boss because he was the oldest. I know that it wasn’t right, but I often find myself trying to boss my wife around, needing her a million different places at one time, and his little ass thinks that he could do the same thing.

“Mommy, I told you that I wanted the Batman waffles. Aww man,” that was Monroe. He was our second oldest.