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“Shit girl, I love your ass too,” Tae said, and brought his index finger towards my clit and fingered me as I rode him.
I lost control and started bouncing real fast. He didn’t miss a beat either. He was fingering me as I rode, holding the camera with his other hand.
“Fucccckkk righhttt thereeee!” I cried.
“Shit boy!” I said, collapsing into his chest. He quickly turned me around with his dick still inside, and made me ride him backwards. While he did that, he bent me over and placed my hands on the floor. I could feel all the blood rushing to my head. Clearly, this nigga had forgotten that I was pregnant! I looked back at Dontae, and he sat the phone on the armrest so it could catch the whole thing. He pumped into me rapidly, and I was trying to take all that dick.
“So fuckin good. Don’t make no fuckin sense how wet this pussy is girl! Fuck! That’s right take that dick girl,” Dontae said, talking all that shit in
my ear.
My knees got weak, and I knew right then I was about to cum. I couldn’t stop that nut from coming even if I wanted to.
“Get that shit off cuz I’m cuming too lil mama! Fuck!” he grunted. I collapsed on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I felt Dontae pull me up and sit me on his lap.
“I hope you know I’m not going back in there,” I said, kissing his lips.
“We don’t gotta go back. Shit, I owe your ass a few more rounds, but that can wait until we get to the house,” he said, kissing me. He sat me in the seat, and I watched as he pulled his pants up and tucked his shirt back in.
“Let me just run back in there and let everybody know we leaving, I’m just gonna say you don’t feel good,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Okay baby,” I said, lying down on the backseat.
I was spent. I really hope that I would be able to give my man a few rounds when we got home, because the way my body was set up right now, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
Chapter 16: Nae
Here it is, ten at night and I’m just getting in the house from school, and then picking up my daughter from my mom’s house, only to find out that my husband isn’t here. I mean, what the fuck could you possibly be doing right now at the studio that you couldn’t seem to find your ass home? When I woke up this morning at 6 to get my baby ready for school, he wasn’t even here then, so that means that he has been gone for over sixteen hours. Yes, I trusted Sincere; I just couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that he had to be at the studio all the time. I’ll admit that my husband was the hottest producer in Miami, and that he took his job serious; I just felt like he put the studio before his family.
After disabling the house alarm, I walked with my daughter in my arms, took her upstairs, and laid her in her bed. I closed her door and went into my bathroom to take a much needed shower. I felt like I was slowly losing my husband. It’s like shit with us wasn’t the same anymore. There was a time when Sincere would call me throughout the day, just to see how I was doing; now it’s like if I don’t call him, then we just don’t speak. I hated to sound like I was one of those nagging wives but damn, was I wrong for missing my husband and expressing how I feel? How were things between us supposed to get better if I didn’t speak up on the things that I felt were bothering me?
I got out of the shower and dried my body off, and threw on a pair of black tights and tank top from Pink, just in case I had to make a pop up. I swear to God, if this nigga wasn’t here by midnight, I was popping my ass up to that studio! What the fuck did he think this was! I never had to pop up on Sincere, but at this point he left me no choice. I sat my ass in my room and watched TV and sure enough, midnight struck and my husband still wasn’t home. I picked my cellphone up from my dresser and called Breesha. I knew her ass would be up.
“Hello,” she said into the phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked her, going into my closet to find my Uggs.
“Nothing, me and Mani at the house, just watching TV,” she told me.
“I’m about to drop Niy off over there. It’s fuckin midnight and Sincere still hasn’t brought his ass home. He didn’t even call a bitch to let me know that he was still alive,” I ranted on.
“Okay bring her, we’ll be here,” Breesha said, and I told her okay before hanging up.
I took my hair out of the scarf and let it flow down my back. I quickly went into the bathroom and gave myself a center part and a little bit of lip gloss. I hated to wake my daughter up for this, but I already made up my mind that I was going to let her stay home from school tomorrow, because I knew she was going to be crying in the morning about being sleepy. I went in her room and turned on her light. Walking over to the bed, I saw that my princess was knocked out. I picked her up and put her over my shoulders and walked with her downstairs. Picking up my purse from off the counter, I deactivated the alarm and was out the door.
12:45 a.m.
I pulled up to the studio and shut the car off. I was pissed that I had to be up at this time of night, but sometimes you have to go to the extreme when it’s your marriage on the line. I walked into the studio, and out in the lobby were a bunch of niggas and bitches just sitting around, talking and smoking. It’s like, shouldn’t they be in their bed or something right now? That wasn’t my business, though! I knew exactly where Sincere would be, so wasn’t no sense in asking anybody where he was–besides, I didn’t want anyone giving his ass a heads up that I was here so he wouldn’t get caught doing whatever it was that he was doing. I walked over to the studio that I knew belonged to Sincere and stood by the door. I watched as he had his back on the wall and some bitch was all in his face, and he looked very comfortable–comfortable in a way like they may have fucked before. The way she was looking at him and vice versa made me think that something maybe going on between the two of them
I watched as she kissed him on his jaw, and he didn’t even flinch. Don’t get me wrong, the bitch was pretty, but let’s be clear here, this bitch couldn’t come for me on my bad days. She was normal height, about 5’5, weighed about 135 pounds, and had beautiful dark skin. He hair was cut into a feathered bob, and she was a wearing a pair of red Robin jeans with a white and red Robin tank. On her feet were pair of white and red Sperry’s. I was gon’ give credit when credit was due. The bitch was bad, point blank period, but I didn’t appreciate her all in my husband’s face.
I cleared my throat and made my presence known in the room. The look on my husband’s face was fuckin priceless. That look alone made me think that his ass just got done fuckin around. Lord knows I’ve seen that look on his face plenty of times over the years. Whenever Sincere would get caught doing some shit he had no business doing, his face would tell his story, and right now, the story that his face was telling was about to write his ass a check that he couldn’t cash.
“I was just riding through the block and I thought, hmm why not surprise my husband, being as though I haven’t seen or heard from his ass all day. So what’s this, Sincere?” I asked, pointing towards his bitch. I mean, clearly she had to be his bitch or something since he was fine with having her ass kiss him on his jaw and shit. Let a nigga even pat my back if I coughed, Sincere would try to kill me and the nigga. I swear to God, when it came to relationships, men had double standards like a motha fucka. They could dish out all the dirt, but as soon as a woman do it, we’ll be every bitch and hoe in the book.
“You told lil mama that you got a whole wife and child at home? No, I bet you didn’t! Because I doubt if a bitch knew you were married that she would be all in your face like that!” I snapped. The bitch didn’t even have the balls to say anything, but I was itching for her ass to even breathe wrong, because I was ready to tag that ass.
“Jasmine, go outside for a second,” my husband said to her, never taking his eyes off me.
