My reasons may not have been the same as other people’s in this situation, but it was my truth. Based off the look on his face, I could tell he was having a hard time digesting what I said, but he didn’t judge me.
“I ain’t judging you for having an abortion. It’s your right as a woman to have the final say in what you do with your body. I just wish you would’ve consulted with me and included me in your decision. That baby was half of me. I deserved a say in what went down. You went through that shit alone. I wasn’t there to hold your hand or comfort you. I couldn’t even tap in with you mentally ‘cause I ain’t know you were going through it. You hid it from me, and that shit hurt. You right. I would have wanted my baby. You made the decision for both of us, and that shit not fair.”
I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke. They even glossed a bit, letting me know that tears were building up within him. That shit broke me. Ahkeem was as strong as they came in my opinion, so seeing him like this devastated me. I never wanted to be the source of his pain, just as much as he didn’t want to be the source of mine. I wasn’t the only person hurting, and I needed to acknowledge that.
I wrapped my arms around him, and we hugged each other. In my chest, he cried right along with me. I took away his second chance at fatherhood. I knew it really fucked with him because with Saphir, he didn’t get the chance to experience Brooke being pregnant or being in labor. He found out about Saphir when he was a few months old, so he missed a couple of firsts. He alwaystalked about how he wanted to be there every step of the way for me. My abortion stripped him of that… again.
“I just wanna do this shit right with you, Lovey. We not perfect, but I’m willing to fight for it,” he asserted, still in tears.
I wiped the tears from his eyes as he reached up and did the same for me. “I’m sorry, Pa. I will never hurt you like that ever again,” I apologized before leaning in and kissing his lips.
“Me too. Ain’t no bitch ever gone feel like they got the one up on you as my wife. I love you, Lovey,” he said once we parted from the kiss.
He stood up, and in one sift motion, he lifted me from the chair and wrapped my legs around him. “I love you too, Pa.”
He carried me over to the couch and gently laid me down. I tugged on the buckle of his jeans, ready for him.
“How you want it?” His baritone voice snaked into my ears, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface of my skin.
“Show me you missed me.”
“I got you.” He pulled off my leggings and panties and dipped his head down between my legs. He slurped and sucked on my pussy, feasting on me like I was his last meal. His grunts of satisfaction as he ate me up let me know he had been anticipating tasting me on his tongue.
My toes curled as my head went back. “Shit, baby. You really did miss me,” I moaned.
He lifted his head while letting out a chuckle. “I ain’t even show you yet.”
The arrogant smirk on his face made me hot. With my juices all over his mouth and goatee, he hovered over me and kissed my lips. My hands went to his jeans and undid the button. I managed to pull them down along with his briefs so I could stroke his dick with my hands.
“You feel that? That’s all you, Lovey. No bitch can say she had this dick since the day I first slid up in you.” He peered into my eyes as he spoke to me.
I nodded my head, too wrapped up in his handsome face, deep voice, and hard dick in my hands to speak. “Do what you want with what’s yours.”
I pulled him closer and rubbed his bulbous tip against the slit of my wet pussy before pushing him into my tightness. My breath got lodged in my throat as he inhaled a sharp breath. Each time we felt each other, it felt like we entered the gates of Heaven. I liked to think my body was specifically made for his, and his was made for mine.
He pinned my hands above my head and fucked the shit out of me. I could tell he was letting off some tension from the rough patch we had. His jaws were tight as he kept his eyes hooded as he peered down at me.
“We been apart for three fucking weeks, Lovey. Daddy ain’t like that shit.”
“Fuck!” I moaned out while clenching my eyes shut. I could barely put a sentence together. He kept my hands bound together with one hand and used the other to send a mild love tap to my face.
“Look me in my eyes while I’m in this pussy,” he throated out through clenched teeth. “You hear me?”
My back arched off the couch a little as I peeled my eyes open. “Y- yes.”
“Yes who?”
“Yes… shit… yes, Daddy!”
“Turn that ass around,” he ordered after finally releasing my hands. I did as told, getting into position with my ass up and a deep arch. I felt him undo the bun in my hair, pulling off the scrunchie so my hair could fall down my back.
“I missed you, baby,” I moaned as he dove inside of me from behind.
He pushed out a few strokes to get his rhythm back. I could hear his heavy breathing, letting me know my pussy was rocking his world. “I missed you too, Lovey.”
He slapped my ass, and the stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure from the back shots prompted me to call out his name loudly.
“C’mon, Lovey. You gotta be quiet.”
