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“You can say all that, but guess what? I still went in raw, right? You still let me inside that gooey, tight, wet shit! You had a choice, so yeah, my dick is
thatttt powerful because when I met you, you told me you wasn’t having my kids until we got married. We ain’t married, shorty, and I know you pregnant. I just know it. I don’t need you to piss on a stick to confirm what I already know. You want to keep going?” I asked, knowing that talking shit was in my nature, and I could do this shit all day.
She laughed.
“Billionaire, please! I mean, tonight, this will all be settled. One stroke in, and the case will be closed that I have you wide open,” she let me know.
“Never said you ain’t have me wide open. At the same time, don’t try to act like a nigga don’t be dropping off good dick on you,” I said as we pulled up to my grandma’s house.
“You don’t drop off good dick, baby. You drop off greattttt dick. I love you. I love you both,” she said before leaning over and kissing me while grabbing my dick simultaneously.
I’m telling you; that shy, quiet Normani didn’t even exist anymore. We kissed in the car for about five more minutes, and as much as I wanted to just say fuck this dinner and go home with my shorty, I knew my grandma would feel some type of way about us skipping out on her Sunday dinner, especially since I already told her we would be there.
After kissing like a high school couple, I got out of the car, and then I went around and helped Normani out. I let her walk ahead of me while I stood behind, admiring the fatness of her ass and seeing that her shit was growing. All I needed to do was keep fuckin’ her, continue to let her eat up my mama and my grandma’s cooking, and I knew her shit would continue to grow.
We made it to the front door, and since this was a party, the door was already unlocked. The second we walked into the house, we not only smelled the good soul food dinner they were throwing down on, but there was also some old school Betty Wright crooning through the speakers. My grandma loved that old school shit. She was the reason I liked to listen to a little bit of old school music occasionally.
I smiled when I saw my mama and grandma in the kitchen, singing their hearts out, talking about “no pain, no gain.” Lil Bill and Khari were sitting at the breakfast bar, and the two of them were eating out of the bowl that my grandma used to make her cakes. Everything in that room was all that a nigga needed. My dad and my uncle were in the den area, and they had a card game going on. This moment was perfect.
“Look at this black love right here. I love to see this, grandson. Thank you for coming into my grandson’s life, Normani. I swear I never thought that he would get his shit together,” my grandma said as she pulled Normani to her and gave her a hug. For my grandma to like Normani, I swear that shit was big because her mean ass didn’t like no damn body. Shit, sometimes I felt like she barely liked her own damn family.
I remember the days that led up to my grandmother’s birthday party. Normani had been on a nigga, asking me if she thought my family would like her. Although I was telling her yeah, I was worried about my grandma. She was just very overprotective of the ones that she loved, but I knew she meant well. My grandma never liked Sidnesha, and she couldn’t stand Denim’s ass. Although she felt the way she did about Denim, she was still calling me just about every day, wanting to know her status.
“Damn! Just talk about a nigga like I ain’t in the room. You know I always had my shit together, old lady. I just needed that special woman to come in my life and really, really change a nigga,” I said.
“Yeah, well, it’s about time,” she said.
I watched as Normani went over and hugged my mama, and then she hugged the kids. Letting the women and the kids hang out in the kitchen, I went over and chopped it up with my dad and my uncle. Like all men did whenever someone brought around a good, beautiful woman, they both dapped me up and non verbally let me know that I did a good job by snagging Normani.
“Look at my son. He done went and got himself a doctor chick,” was the first thing my dad said as he threw down one of the cards.
I laughed as I looked over at Normani, who was laughing at whatever Khari was telling her.
“Yeah, man. Your son got lucky. I love her, yo. Ma and grandma fuck with her, the kids fuck with her. What more can a nigga ask for?” I said.
“How your baby mamas feel about her?” my uncle Malcom asked me.
“Shit, they honestly don’t have a fuckin’ choice. I already done had a conversation with Sidnesha, and I really see her just accepting the shit because I’m sure it hit her that she don’t got a choice in any of this shit. I’m happy, my girl is happy, and my kids adore her, so that’s all that matters. Before this shit happened with Denim, Normani let me know that she and Denim exchanged a few words, but that’s Denim. You know how her slick ass mouth goes,” I said, waving the shit off.
“She showing any progress? Are they making it seem like she’s getting any better?” my dad asked.
“Shit, it’s a waiting game, honestly. I done been down there a couple of more times myself, and she’ll do little shit like squeeze your hand when you talk to her, but that’s it. Her mama ain’t pulling the plug on Denim, which is a good thing because I know she’s going to wake up from this shit. Y’all know that I’ll wish death on a nigga before I wish prison, but I’m glad they got that fuck nigga. We both had every right to be mad because Denim lied to us both, but you don’t pull your strap out on no female. I’ll kill a bitch before I pistol whip one of them,” I spat.
“Some of these niggas was just raised different, youngin’. I bet he thought that shit made him look like a man. I advocate for putting my foot in a bitch ass, but I ain’t going to pull out my strap,” my uncle Malcom said.
I laughed at this crazy ass nigga because he always had to make it known that he’ll put his foot in somebody’s ass.
“I really think yo’ old ass just be running yo’ mouth! You don’t even got no bitches! So, what bitches you be out here fuckin’ up like that?” I asked.
He looked at me like I was crazy. Then, he hit my pops on the chest, basically looking at him like, tell this lil nigga that I got bitches.
“Nephew, I’ll take that pretty young thing you got over there. Keep on talking,” he threatened, making me laugh.
“You can try. Go ahead. I’m giving you the green light to try, but I’m telling you, she won’t even budge. You wouldn’t even know what the fuck to do with all that chocolate. Your first day with her, you’ll be texting me to come back and get her,” I told him.
We went at it for damn near five minutes. My dad was cracking up to the point that he had tears running down his face. My uncle wasn’t old. In fact, the nigga looked like he could be my big brother, but I just liked fuckin’ with him. I knew he had bitches, plus his ass had game out of this world. Truth be told, I ain’t think this nigga was going to ever settle down. All the time, he expressed how he would die a bachelor, and he wanted no kids.
That lifestyle was good and all, but once you reach a certain age, I think you actually need a partner. I felt like having a partner just made a nigga look better. Although physically and shit, I knew I looked good, but when I stand next to my shorty, I felt like she increased the way I looked times ten. Not only that, but coming home to an empty bed every night or having a different bitch in your bed every night just wasn’t the lifestyle I was trying to live forever.
