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This man was so damn fine. So fine that he was fuckin’ beautiful. It was to the point that I didn’t even care which gender the baby I was carrying for him was because I knew that whatever we had, it would be beautiful regardless. His curly taper was nice and fresh because he had a house call barber appointment last night. We were in Miami, where it was hot as hell out, so today, he wore a pair of sky-blue Polo shorts, and his legs displayed his beautiful ink. To match his shorts, he wore a tropical, white and sky-blue polo top because he came to the gender reveal team boy. Of all the tattoos on his arms, my favorite one had to be my name in red ink that he’d just gotten on the side of his neck.
Truth was not only so handsome but man, he just treated a bitch so fuckin’ good. An outside person looking in would more than likely be confused about when my birthday was because he was always surprising me with new, pricey gifts. They would often be just because gifts. My mother loved Truth for me, although she used to be team Monterius for so many years. My sister, who I had kissed and made up with, was also team Truth. She expressed all the time how she loved him for me.
“When you left for college, and you found out that I had moved on with Monterius, you can’t lie and tell me that you weren’t hurt behind it—”
“That’s where the fuck you going with this, Twink? You trying to tell a nigga that you hurt behind that nigga moving on? Yo, raise up. Ima drop you off to your mama’s crib, and Ima head back home to Cali because you trippin’ like a motha fucka right now,” he spat and tried to push me off, but I was putting up one hell of a fight.
“Truth, on everything I love… baby, I put it on our child that I don’t want him. I know what comes with being with him, and that’s hurt and pain. You make me feel so good. You make me happy and complete, but I can’t sit here and tell you that it doesn’t hurt me when I see him with his new baby. When I lost my baby, he still had one to keep. That’s just still a sensitive topic for me, and it’s still so fresh. I want you. I swear I don’t want nobody else but you,” I said with my hands around his neck, ready to kiss him, but he wasn’t looking at me; instead, he was looking out of the window.
“I still feel like you settling for me, and I don’t like that shit,” he said.
I sighed and sucked my teeth because I felt like no matter what I said to him, I still wasn’t getting through. It was like he had already made up in his mind that I was choosing between him and Monterius, and because he felt so strongly about that, he wasn’t even trying to hear what I had to say.
I’ll admit that a few months ago, I was still a little bit conflicted about which man I wanted to be with, and I found myself in a situation where I felt like I had to choose. It took Truth sending for me to come back to Cali, and me spending every single day with him for about two weeks straight, for me to realize that he was who I wanted to be with. Truth was the man I wanted our son to be like if there was a chance that I was carrying a boy for him. He was also the man I would want my daughter to be with, once she was old enough to date. He was just special.
Truth didn’t make a bitch feel insecure, and he didn’t make me feel like I had to compete with thousands and thousands of women because women flocked to him on a daily. On game days, I had to watch numerous women lust over my man. I saw the shit in his Instagram comments, plus when we went out, women would openly stare at him, like a bitch wasn’t hanging right on his arm. Although things like that happened on a daily, Truth just knew how to make sure I knew that my spot was secured. I never went through his phone, searching for shit, because that’s just how much I trusted him. I hate to say it, but with Truth and Monterius, there was literally no comparison between the two of them at all because Truth was just that nigga.
“Yo, let me ask you something. If I had proposed to you, like on some intimate shit, and I didn’t do that shit in front of hundreds of thousands of people, would you have still said yes?” he asked.
I looked at him like he was crazy because I was shocked that he even asked me that question. His question took me away from the thoughts running through my head, and I just didn’t know what would make him ask me something like this. Even if I did say yes back then because I didn’t want to embarrass him, didn’t he think that I would have broken the damn silence by now? It’s been fuckin’ months since he’s proposed, so I would have spoken up by now. Plus, why the hell would I even be wasting my damn time each day, meeting with wedding planners and visiting different venues, trying to find the perfect place to get married? Why would I let wedding stuff consume my life to have the beautiful, fairytale wedding that we both wanted?
“Truth, are you serious right now? I didn’t say yes because I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of people. I said yes, because I love you. I’ve always loved you. Baby, you are my first love. What do I have to do to prove to you that it’s you I love and want to be with, and only you?” I asked and turned his head so he could look at me.
I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes, and for a few moments, I just got lost in them. Like he did when he wanted a kiss from me, I placed my hands on the bottom of his chin and leaned my head into his, giving him a peck on the lips. He was still too mad to kiss me back, but I knew that he would not be mad at me forever.
“Tell me what I gotta do, Truth,” I said, and then I kissed him again.
As I waited for him to answer, I scanned the small parking lot to make sure nobody was out there with us because I could feel it in my body where this was going to lead. It was late, so we were the only two people out here.
“What I need you to do is control your fuckin’ feelings when it comes to that nigga. Shorty, I get it. I get that the two of y’all got a bunch of history. Had you never came back into my life, and I had moved on with somebody else, then the next broad would have had to accept the fact that I had an ex, which was you, that I still loved. Then again, nah. I wouldn’t even ask no woman to accept that because I was damn near still in love with you, even when we weren’t together.
“I know you ain’t still in love with that fool. I just know you ain’t. I know you still love him, and that’s cool with me because I would have been looking at you sideways if you told me you didn’t love him, and you spent all these years with him. Love don’t work like that. I know I can make you ten times happier than that nigga. I know I won’t make you deal with shit, like women confronting you and telling you that I be fuckin’ them when you ain’t around because I don’t even move like that, yo.
“I lost my pops a couple of years ago, so all a nigga really got in this world is you, the game, and the beautiful kids that you’re going to give me, so I ain’t going out of my way to fuck up the little bit that I already have. Like I just told you, Twink, I love you to pieces, ma, but if you need time to figure this shit out, let a nigga know, and I’ll fall back. Just like you have a heart, and you want to protect that motha fucka at all costs, I want to do the same shit,” he expressed.
“Baby, it’s figured out. I swear I don’t want anybody but you,” I told him and kissed him again on his lips.
This time, I hungrily kissed him, and he kissed me back with so much passion. While we were kissing, his hands were glued to my ass, and he was giving it a light rub. Never breaking the kiss, I lifted a little bit in his lap, so I could go for his shorts. I got it un
done, and in seconds, I had his hard dick in my hands. I was in a pink maxi dress, so I lifted it a little bit, moved my panties to the side, and in no time, I slid down on what was my new norm… my new addiction. Truth and this big ass dick were crazy. I groaned on my way down, and then I bit hard on my lip.
“Take the dress off, ma,” he groaned as he looked me in my eyes.
I pulled the dress all the way up and over my head then tossed it into the passenger seat. I wasn’t wearing a bra today, so Truth reached up and twirled my hard nipples. Whenever Truth came to Miami, he would meet with his go-to guy for exotic rentals. Right now, we were in a beautiful, 2020 Range Rover, with red interior seats. As beautiful as this car was, we were for sure breaking it in. Truth had his seat pushed all the way back, so I had just enough room to do all the things I wanted to do.
“Hmmmmm… baby, I love you,” I moaned as I bounced up and down on his lap.
Truth was sucking my nipples and driving me fuckin’ crazy. Judging by the wetness of my pussy, which I could feel dripping onto his shorts, one would think that a bitch didn’t get good dick on a daily when I actually did. I just got around this man, and I became a faucet.
“I love you too, baby. This pussy so fuckin’ tight and wet. Shit! Keep going, ma,” he coached me.
I could feel my legs getting lazy as my orgasm approached, and I wanted to ride this entire nut out and do it slowly. Truth put his hands on my hips, trying to guide my movements, and in less than five strokes, the two of us came simultaneously. I loved some good, raw sex in the privacy of our own home, but it was something about getting a quickie in that just always turned me on a little bit more. Something about being on top, riding dick, and having to keep checking my surroundings for random people made that nut so much better. Being with Truth, I had learned all about getting it in where we could because his schedule was so complex. A lot of our sexing came from meeting up really quickly, just to get our rocks off.
“You think this good ass pussy is supposed to get you out of anything,” he expressed as he reached in the middle console and pulled out a couple of napkins. He wiped his face with it because he was sweating.
Laughing, I reached over and grabbed my Chanel purse from the backseat of the car. I pulled out some of the feminine wipes and wiped myself off. I wiped between my legs and wiped his dick off, which was soaked in my juices. He assisted me in putting back on my dress, and I got back in my seat. Truth finished getting himself together, and while he did that, I looked over at the beach area. I saw a few figures leaving from the oceanfront, and they were coming our way. Not necessarily to our car, but more than likely to cross the street because a few hotels were on the other side, and they could have possibly been staying there.
I was about to put my seatbelt back on and more than likely fall asleep in the car as Truth drove us to the airport, but who I saw coming from the beach caught my attention. It was my sister’s boyfriend, Chance. Now I knew why he hadn’t been answering the phone for his daughter, Dream, or for my sister. His bitch ass had changed his fuckin’ phone number. He not only changed his number, but the fuck nigga had moved too.
