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I took her legs from over my shoulders and pinned them back, placing them by her ears. In that position, she couldn’t do nothing but lay that ass there and take it. When I slid back in, her shit was making all types of farting noises, and that shit was turning me on to the fullest. I couldn’t stay in that position too long, cuz a nigga was about to bust any second now.
“Baabbbyy just cum with me,” she moaned, throwing her hips and matching my thrusts.
My baby had enough. That shit was written all over her face. About 10 strokes later, my baby was cumming, and I was cumming right along with her ass too. I collapsed on my side of the bed, and Meek came over to me and laid her head on my chest.
“I love you so much baby,” she said, planting kisses on my chest.
“I love your ass too,” I told her. That good ass pussy had made me tap out like a damn bitch. I’m surprised I didn’t roll over and put my damn thumb in my mouth. I swear, that pregnant pussy was going to be the death of my ass. Ten minutes later, we both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 16: Tisha
It was 4th of July, and everybody was going over to Lani’ and Ty’s house for a barbeque and to do fireworks. Otis was already over there, because he was helping put the food on the grill. I was in charge of making the mac and cheese. I couldn’t wait to be with my girls later on tonight, just to talk shit and drink. I know my daughter was going t
o be excited about seeing the fireworks too.
We were supposed to be meeting at Lani and Ty’s house at 4; it was already 3:30, and I was just now taking the mac and cheese from out the oven. I still had to bathe myself and my child, plus get Tamia ready, do our hair, and get us all dressed. My daughter and I, along with Tamia, were going to all dress alike today. We were going to wear our red jeans from True Religion, and a white shirt that had a picture of the American flag on it. We each had on a pair of red, white, and blue Sperry’s. Tamia had been with us all weekend, and I enjoyed every minute of her company. For her to only be four years old, she was very smart and she helped out in any way that she could when it came down to Harmony.
“Tamia, come here so that I can fix your hair,” I told her as she sat on the floor, playing around with her little sister. She left Harmony in her spot, and came and sat in the chair that I had in front of me. As I was doing her hair, Harmony’s ass was getting into everything, and I had to keep popping her little bad ass.
Fifteen minutes later, I was finishing up Tamia’s hair, and now I had to start on Harmony’s; I already knew her little ass was not about to cooperate. I ended up having to sit Harmony in Tamia’s lap, and she was able to sit still while I did her hair. I swear, dealing with Harmony was another full time job. At exactly 5:15, I was heading down the stairs with my baby on my hip and Tamia in front of us. I looked at my phone and saw that both Otis and Lani had been blowing my phone up. I decided to call my husband back. I sat Harmony on top of the kitchen counter and waited for Otis to answer the phone.
“Where the fuck are you?” he asked as soon as he answered. Damn, could a bitch get a hi, how are you first before he started asking about my damn whereabouts?
“I’m about to leave the house now. Why the fuck are you yelling at me?” I asked him.
“Tisha, I been calling your ass for an hour straight. Everybody here, we just waiting on you to come,” he barked into the phone. I hated when his ass would rush me like this. I had to get myself ready, plus his two kids.
“I’ll be there soon,” I said, annoyed with his ass for coming at me that way.
“Tisha, get fucked up if you want to,” he said, and I waved him off like he could see me through the phone.
“Bye Otis, I’m not about to argue with you, with your daughters sitting right here. Like I said, I’ll be there soon,” I said, and kindly hung up the phone on his ass.
He had some nerve yelling at me, while I was at home getting myself and the kids ready, while trying to cook at the same time. I walked outside with Harmony on my hip and holding onto Tamia’s hand. I put them both in their car seats and turned the car on, and headed back inside the house to bring out the tray of food and to get my purse. Five minutes later, I was out the door and on the way to Ka’lani’s house. I hope Otis’ ass wasn’t with the bullshit when I got over there, because I really wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with his ass.
At 6:15 p.m., I was pulling up inside Ka’lani’s driveway. I parked the car and went around in the back to get my babies out of their seats. Crazy, because even though I had lost my child, I still in a sense felt like I had gained another child with Tamia. I loved her and treated her as if I had birthed her. I’m not even going to lie, I felt some type of way about the situation at first but after a while, I learned to accept the fact that Tamia was now going to be a big part of our lives, and I had no choice but to get to the program. She never gave me any problems, and she didn’t talk back to me or Otis. I had to admit that Akira did a damn good job with raising Tamia.
I walked inside the house and spoke to everybody except for Otis’ rude ass. That nigga really had a way of fuckin pissing me off. It’s just the little things that he would do that would cause me to go to 100 real quick with his ass. After handing my baby to Ka’lani and seeing Tamia ran over to her daddy, I walked back out to the car to get the food from out of my trunk.
Otis
We were all chilling at Ty and Lani’s crib waiting to eat when my girl and daughters walked in, and Tisha brought her ass in there and didn’t say two damn words to me. I knew she was mad about me yelling at her on the phone, but so the fuck what! Her ass did that shit all the time. No matter what the event was, her ass was always late. If something started at 3, her ass wouldn’t start getting ready until 3, knowing she took an hour or more to get ready and that’s just including herself; that’s not including getting Harmony and Tamia ready. I left out early that morning to go to Ty and Ka’lani’s house, because I was helping Ty barbecue.
“Hey Daddy,” my beautiful daughter Tamia said, running to me and jumping in my lap. I swear, every time I saw her, I was constantly reminded of the four years of her life that I had missed out on, and I was busting my ass every day to make sure that I made up for that. Crazy how once Tamia found out that I was her father, she took to me immediately. Just like Harmony and Tisha, she had me wrapped around her finger and I could never seem to tell her no to anything.
“Hey daddy baby, how you doing today?” I asked after kissing her all over her face.
“I’m good. I was helping mama Tisha with Harmony this morning,” my daughter told me. I smiled because even though Tamia was only four years old, she always helped out with the baby. I loved the bond that Harmony and Tamia shared. The way that Harmony’s little eyes would spark up whenever she would see her big sister always did something to me.
“That’s good, Tamia. Go over there with your little sister while I go outside and talk to Tisha,” I said, kissing her cheek, and she stood up to go play with Harmony.
I headed outside to talk to Tisha and see what the hell her problem was. When I stepped off the porch, I saw her squatting down picking up the keys that she dropped, so I snuck up behind her and grabbed her around her waist. She looked back at me and sucked her teeth.
“Damn, you scared me, move!” she said, wiggling her way out from my grip.
I watched her walk to the car, and she looked so fuckin good in them jeans–the way her ass sat up and that gap she had between her thighs, thanks to me laying that shit down proper every fuckin night. I jogged up to her, walked up on her, and picked her up, then sat her on the hood of my Camaro that was parked in the driveway.
“Otis, what are you doing? I came out here to get the food,” she said, trying to get down.
