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“Yeah, whatever! Just don’t bring a nigga over here to enjoy your damn body! Ima beat his ass,” he said in all seriousness. All I could do was shake my head. I swear he had to have been Trip reincarnated.

“Shae! Shorty, you sleeping?” Miami said, snapping me out of the daydream that I was in about my baby.

I swear there were times when I would just black out and think about old moments that I shared in the past with my son. So crazy how Maya was a few doors down, and I was thinking about a conversation that I had with Vonte a couple of years ago about him wanting a little sister. What was God trying to tell me?

I barely even slept last night because I was back and forth to the bathroom, emptying my guts out from that pizza that I had. Plus, I was checking on Maya. I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. All that screaming and crying that she had done last night had worn her little ass out because she was sleeping in that bed and snoring like a grown ass man.

It was a brand new day, and I still hadn’t come to a conclusion on what I was going to do yet. I knew that right now, I probably didn’t even have any time to think about it. The way Miami was behind me, spooning me to the point that I could feel his dick poking me in my ass, to the way he was whispering in my ear and asking me if I was sleeping, I knew what he wanted. I could feel what he wanted. I wanted it too, so I wasn’t even tripping.

The clock on the wall read that it was a little bit after nine in the morning. Instead of answering Miami and letting him know that I was woke, I pulled the sheets down, just so I could remove the pajama bottoms and the thong that I had on.

“I don’t know why you went to sleep with all this shit on anyway. My dick could have been inside you thirty seconds ago,” Miami groaned in the crook of my neck as I threw my bottoms on the side of the bed.

“I thought if I went to sleep covered up, you wouldn’t touch me,” I joked, knowing that my comment would piss him off.

“Shorty, you could go to sleep in a fuckin’ sweat suit with tennis shoes on, and I’ma still fuckin’ touch your ass. Fuck you mean? Take the shirt off too. You fuckin’ up the fantasy, shorty,” he said.

“What’s the fantasy, Miami?” I asked, sitting up a little bit, just so I could remove the shirt from over my head.

Now, I lay before him with my back facing him, completely naked. His hands went for my waist, and in seconds, I could feel that big, thick, dick trying to knock at my walls. I was already wet. I woke up next to my man, so I was going to wake up wet regardless, just like he woke up with his dick hard. The second I felt him pushing deep inside of me, my nails dug at the sheets that I was lying on, and I bit my lip as I silently thanked God for making this man who had me on the verge of cumming, and he hadn’t even started to penetrate me!

“This my fantasy, shorty… fuckkkk.” He groaned and dug so deep in my pussy, like we were shooting a porn. One hand was on my waist, and the other one twirled my nipple around. My head was spinning, and my pussy was so wet that if this was my first time making love to Miami, I would have been embarrassed by the way it was loudly sounding off in this room with its wetness. “My fantasy is pushing inside you in the morning…. Watching you stumble out of here to go piss and handle your hygiene… Then watching you fix my breakfast with my kids swimming around in your stomach… Fuckkk, this pussy good, Shae. How daddy feeling this morning?” he sexily groaned to me.

Swear this nigga would tell me anything, but I loved it. Miami was nasty, but his nastiness was times one hundred when he was inside me. It was the nasty shit he would say to me or the way he would hold me, spoon me, caress me, and kiss me, that had me telling him that he didn’t have to pull out. I played with my fuckin’ life when he was inside me because during these moments, nothing mattered. He could get me pregnant with triplets, and it just wouldn’t matter to me because the dick was worth it.

“You feel sooo goodddd thisss morninggg. Every morning babbyyy… shitttttt, right thereeeee,” I cried, praying to God that Maya didn’t hear me.

Miami had flipped me, putting me on my stomach, and that dick was in me, okay! I swear I thought that I would cough it up. My legs couldn’t even fully shake the way they wanted to when I started cumming because his body weight was on top of me. I came, and like the clock was ticking and we were pressed for time, he flipped us over. He was on his back, and I was on top of him.

My legs felt like noodles, and my body felt drained from the orgasm that I’d just had, but I knew the type of man that Miami was, and he wouldn’t want to hear my excuses. So, with my legs on either side of me and with all of my body weight on top of him, I started riding him like I wanted that new Chanel purse and sneakers. Miami was definitely a sight to look at while I rode. Just the tattoos on his neck, his chest, his fingers, all of that. Those beautiful, hazel eyes looking up at me like I was his queen just did something to me and my pussy. It was the groaning that just set my pussy off. The way he would moan and say, “Fucckkk,” got me every time.

“Shitttt. Ima bust,” he groaned with his hands holding my titties, damn near squeezing the life out of them.

Because he sped up his strokes when he started cumming, I caught my second orgasm too. When I finished, I collapsed on top of him, burying my head in the crook of his neck. His dick was very much still inside of me, and his large hands rested on my ass while the two of us struggled to catch our breath.

“That pussy hit different in the morning. I swear it do,” he voiced.

“You say that when we have sex at night. It always hit different to you,” I said and was about to get up, but he kept me in place.

“Morning pussy is always different. Them juices done sat there and marinated all fuckin’ night. Night pussy is good too, but most times, that shit be tired from the long day,” he said.

I sat up and looked at him like he was crazy. Miami had a crazy ass thought process. Most people would probably get offended by half the shit that he said. He laughed at the look on my face right before he kissed me on my lips.

“I’m high off your love, shorty, so excuse me. It was a fucked-up comparison, but I think you get what I was trying to say. At night, I think we be tired from the long ass day, so we kind of just rush to get that nut off and go to sleep is basically what I was trying to say. In the morning, it’s really no rush… fuck it! I’m high. I’ll explain this shit to you when I come down off this shit,” he said, followed by a laugh.

Just when I was getting ready to say something to him, there were a few tiny knocks on our bedroom door, which I was sure belonged to Maya. I scrambled off Miami and walked fast into the bathroom to get my robe and put it on. I slipped my feet into my house shoes, and as I was walking out of the bathroom, Miami was walking in. He kissed me on my lips, and then I pulled away so that I could attend to Maya.

When I swung the door open, she was on the other side in the cute, unicorn pajamas that Miami had gotten for

her last night. Now that I’d washed her hair and everything, I had it in a ponytail. This little girl had so much damn hair on her head that I literally got a headache last night after doing it. That could have been from the crying and everything else that she was doing, though.

“Good morning. You hungry, Maya?” I asked her.

Instead of answering me, she grabbed my hand into her little one and walked with me down the hall. We made it back into the bedroom that she slept in the previous night. She didn’t say anything, but she eventually dropped my hand and pointed to the bed. That’s when I walked over and instantly saw the big wet stain that was on the sheets, which had more than likely gone through the mattress.

All I could think about was last night when I brought her in the room and was helping her get in bed. She kept timidly saying that she would sleep on the floor. I wasn’t sure if she thought that she would get in trouble for peeing in the bed or what, but she wouldn’t even look at me. I mean, her eyes were everywhere in this room except on me.

“You do know that you’re not going to get in trouble, right?” I asked her.


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