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I smirked because, on one hand, she was telling me not to play with her and not pull out, while on the other hand, begging a nigga to stay on her G-spot. I got a kick out of watching my wife take dick. It was sexy to me.
“I can’t do both, shorty. If you cum, I’m cummin’ with you. Stay on it like this?” I asked, giving her deep strokes and making her moan louder. “Or pull out that motha fucka like this?” I asked, pulling my dick out and hurting myself more than I was hurting her because I was brick hard.
Her juices were covering my dick to the point that I could hardly see the veins. Like she was possessed or some shit, she quickly reached down and put that dick back inside her.
“Shittttt. Stay on it. Stay on it, babyyyy… I’m cummminnnn,” she moaned, and so was I; right inside her pretty ass.
My body flopped down onto hers, and she scraped my back up her real nails, which had grown longer than usual.
“First thing in the morning, Jabari, you better go and get me a Plan B,” she said.
“They say the sooner you take it, the better the results. Why you don’t want me to get it right now?” I asked with my hands down, fingering her pussy that I could still feel jumping.
“Because I want to fuck some more,” she boldly let me know.
I wasn’t getting no fuckin’ plan B in the morning because I wasn’t stopping God’s plan. If it was God’s plan for us to have two kids back to back, then who was I to interfere with His work?
Krystal Woods
“Look at this,” I said aloud to my cousin, Ashanta, and showed her my iPhone screen. It was all cracked up, proving to me and everyone else that I was in dire need of a new one.
We were in her living room, relaxing for the next couple of hours until it was time for us to go into the club. We had the house to ourselves because her baby daddy, Diante, had taken their kids a couple hours ago to the barbershop to get haircuts. They were due back soon, but I was lowkey hoping that we would be gone before they got back. I didn’t want to face her baby daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d done in Ashanta’s absence. Every time I saw him, it was just a constant reminder of the betrayal that I’d done to my cousin.
Since I had been living in the house with them, I’d been fantasizing about her baby daddy for months. There were times when I would be masturbating, and it would be him that was on my mind and the cause of my wetness. I couldn’t deny my attraction to him, and I knew that it was the same when it came to me because when men acted as if they didn’t like you, nine times out of ten, it was because they wanted to fuck you.
Two weeks ago, Ashanta had left the apartment to take the boys to school, and right after, she’d gone to the hair salon to get her hair done. I knew nothing of her absence because Diante was usually the one in charge of getting the boys up and ready for school. Half the time, Ashanta and I were just getting home from the club a couple of hours before it’s time for the boys to wake up for school, so it would have been damn near impossible for her to get them ready and drop them off.
I didn’t find out about her absence until I was out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my body, and I decided to finally check my phone from the morning. Sure enough, there was a text message from my cousin, letting me know that she’d left and that she would be back in a few hours. Literally, the moment I walked out of the bathroom; I ran dead smack into her baby daddy.
I remembered what he had on. It was nothing but the pajama bottoms that he went to sleep in, and because it was first thing in the morning, I had the perfect view of his morning wood. For about two minutes, we just stared at each other. We knew that what we wanted to do to each other was wrong as fuck, so neither one of us wanted to be the one to initiate anything. I just remembered my towel falling to the floor, and it was on from there.
We fucked all over this damn house. Starting in the hallway, we made our way back into the bathroom, into the kitchen, the living room, and we ended it on the dining room table. We pretty much blessed every room in there aside from the bedroom that he shared with my cousin and the kids’ room. Diante had good dick, and it made sense to me why my cousin had stayed with him for all those years. I didn’t feel guilty about it until after the fact. Like, later that day when I saw my cousin walk in the door with the kids. It was then that I was reminded of my fuck up, and if my cousin knew what we’d done behind her back, there was no doubt in my mind that she would try to kill both of us.
“Wow. She looks so pretty. Look at her braids and her little Gucci shoes. Damn, cousin. I don’t want to judge you, but that little girl is just far too damn beautiful for you to just have forgotten about her like that,” Ashanta said, as she pretty much salivated over the picture that I showed her on my phone of Maya.
I found myself stalking Jashae’s Instagram page this evening, and she had posted a picture this morning of Maya on her way to school. Just like my cousin said, my baby girl was beautiful. The first change that I saw in her was how happy she looked. I didn’t think there was ever a time when I’ve seen her that happy. She looked clean, well kept, and healthy. I’m not going to lie, seeing the picture made me a little emotional because there was once a time when I had her looking good like that.
When Trip found out about her, and he basically just stopped giving a fuck about me, is pretty much when I stopped putting in an effort to be a mom. The words that my cousin had just said to me, I let them wander around in my head for a few minutes, but I didn’t say anything. I was just taking it all in.
“You miss her, don’t you?” Ashanta asked me as she handed me back my phone.
I could feel my eyes watering, but I quickly wiped at them because I felt like I had no right to cry. This was the same child that I had pretty much abandoned, and I signed over my rights to her like I was getting paid millions to do so. Jashae was a stranger to my daughter, yet I felt the need to leave her in her care. I couldn’t miss her because my actions had proven to me and everybody else that I pretty much didn’t give a fuck about her.
“Of course, I miss her. That’s my daughter. She’s where she’s supposed to be, though. She’s being taken care of, and that’s really all that matters to me,” I voiced.
Ashanta looked at me long and hard before she took a seat next to me on the couch.
“Let me share something with you right quick. I’m coming from a no judgment zone, but as your big cousin, you know that I have to speak my mind. When Diante Jr. was three and Dion was just one, you knew about their dad going to jail for that year and change. There’s no secret that years ago, I depended on my baby daddy for his income. I didn’t have to work because he was the provider. When he got locked up, Diante didn’t have shit saved, which caused me to struggle for a minute before I could make some shit shake. That’s when I started dancing.
“Krystal, I would stand in front of a grocery store and beg strangers for money before I just drop my kids off to any fuckin’ body. Out of all people who you could have left Maya with, you did
it with your baby daddy’s first baby mama, and at one point in time, the love of his life. Not to mention, Maya is a baby that y’all conceived during their relationship. Nothing ever in the back of your head had you questioning whether her ass would have done some malicious, deceitful shit to Maya, just out of hurt and anger?
“If I have to struggle, then I just have to struggle with my kids. I would have easily put the boys in one of the twin beds together and given Maya the other one. Trust me, I know it wasn’t the living arrangements that made you want to give Maya away. Just be honest and say that you just didn’t want her anymore after Trip said that he didn’t want anything to do with you. At the end of the day, Maya won’t be a little girl forever. She’ll eventually grow up, and she’ll look you in your eyes and question why you’d given her up. It’ll be you who will have to answer to that. Remember that,” she let me know right before she stood up from the couch and headed to the back.
Like clockwork, the moment she walked away, the front door opened. Her bad ass kids came running through the house in search of their mother, and not too long after, Diante walked in as well. I could tell that he’d gotten his hair lined up and braided. He looked good, although he was dressed down. All he wore was a black tank top, some black gym shorts, and black slides on his feet.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and he licked his lips at me. I could feel my heart beating fast for him, and I sat there with thoughts of the nasty shit that he’d done to me when we had sex. It only happened once, but the many rounds that we went made it feel like it took place numerous times. I needed to move out of there because the temptation when I saw him was at an all-time high. Hell, if we could risk it right now, I would meet him downstairs in his car for a quick session. Our staring match was put on pause when the kids came back into the living room along with Ashanta.
