“Fuccckkk I’m fina cummm!” she cried and I was right behind her, letting all my nut travel inside her pussy. Damn I hope I fuck around and get her ass pregnant again.
She sat there shaking and holding on for dear life, not letting my ass go for shit. She rested her head on my chest, still trying to catch her breath.
“Hmmm baby I love you so much,” she said into my ear.
“I love you too,” I said, kissing her lips and then pulling back to pull up my shorts. She was staring at me the whole time, like she was ready for round two, so I walked back over to her and stood in front of her, opening her legs.
“You looking at a nigga like you want to go another round. What’s up?” I asked, sucking on her neck.
She then reached her small hand down and pulled my dick back out and ran it over her clit back and forth, nice and slow. That shit was feeling real good to her, and it was driving me crazy too. As soon as I was about to put back in some work, I heard my baby upstairs crying.
“Fuck!” I yelled, and Tisha started laughing as I helped her down from the counter.
“Don’t do my damn baby like that,” she said, playfully slapping me upside my head and turning around to go get the baby, but I stopped her.
“Naw, I got her. You go plug my fuckin game back up, don’t think I forgot,” I said, slapping her on the ass real hard. She walked back in the den on her wobbly legs and put my fuckin game back on just like I had asked her to while I went to go tend to my spoiled ass daughter.
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Lani
I been acting a little funny lately. I told Tisha it was because of the pregnancy and it kept me tired all the time, but that was only half of the real problem. Lately, I been feeling as if Tyrone has been cheating on me. Every night he comes home from the club later and later, and when he does get home, he just hops right in the bed and goes to sleep. He don’t even try to wake me up for a quickie, give me a kiss and let me know that he’s home, or nothing! Last week we were in the den watching A Thin Line Between Love and Hate together and his phone started ringing, and he stepped out to go answer it. All the years that I have been with this man and he never stepped out to go talk on the phone. I didn’t know what the fuck was up but please believe me, I was for damn sure going to find out.
I woke up this morning around 10:30, and my husband wasn’t anywhere to be found. I’m pretty sure he was at his club, checking on the money to see how they did last night. I got out of bed and made my way inside of the bathroom. I turned the shower on and took my clothes off as I waited for the water to get hotter. I stood there staring at myself in the mirror. My little stomach was so pretty. You couldn’t really even tell I was pregnant until I took off my shirt. I jumped in the shower and stayed in there for about twenty minutes just thinking. When I got out, I brushed my teeth then washed my face. I unwrapped my hair and let it fall down my back. It was hot outside today and I didn’t want to wear my hair down, so I decided on putting it in a loose ponytail. I walked inside my closet to find me something to wear for today. I decided on my all white Chanel sundress that showcased my entire back with the white and gold Chanel sandals to match. I threw on my gold accessories to complement my outfit and my all-white Michael Kors watch.
I headed downstairs and jumped in my Range Rover and took off. First stop was the nail salon. I needed to get a full set and a pedicure. I choose to get my hands and my feet white. When I left the nail salon it was a little after 1 p.m., so I headed to Miami Subs to get lunch for my husband and I. I was about to make a fuckin pop up on his ass today.
I went and got our food and headed over to Club Luxury. I grabbed our food and our drinks and headed inside. When I got there, I saw Otis sitting at the bar and when he saw me, he looked as if he had just seen a damn ghost.
“Hey sis, what you doing here?” he
asked, looking like he was up to something.
“I came here to bring my husband lunch, where is he?” I asked, becoming annoyed.
As soon as I said that, my husband came out front to where we were with this light-skinned bitch. Don’t get me wrong, this hoe was bad. She was wearing a white high top skirt with a yellow silk shirt and a bad ass pink blazer. On her feet were these white, pink, and yellow shiny Steve Madden high heels. Her hair was parted down the middle and she had stripes of honey blonde mixed with her brown hair.
“Hey baby, what you doing here?” Ty asked as soon as he saw me standing there.
“I came here to give you lunch,” I said, eyeing the fuck out of him and that bitch.
“Baby, this is Symone, the new assistant manager to the club. Symone this is Ka’lani, my wife I told you about,” he said.
The bitch had the nerve to reach out and try to shake my hand. I looked at that bitch like she was crazy and headed to my husband’s office so I could eat. I don’t know what the fuck was up with them, but I for sure was going to find out.
Ten minutes later, my husband came inside his office to see me sitting at his desk eating. He went inside the bathroom that was inside his office and washed his hands. When he was finished, he walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Why you did that shit back there Lani? You couldn’t shake the girl’s hand?” this motha fucka had the audacity to ask me.
I just sat there and stared at his ass. This nigga really had me fucked up if he thought I was going to just sit there and be smiling all in that bitch face. For some reason, I feel like she’s the bitch that’s been having my husband’s attention the past few weeks, because it sure as hell wasn’t me. I wasn’t insecure or anything, but I know that Tyrone has had a past when it came to cheating, so I was confused right now.
“Are you fuckin her?” I asked straight up. I wasn’t one to hold my tongue, so when I felt like some suspicious shit was going on, I damn sure was going to speak out on that shit. I mean I might be wrong, but I still wanted to ask so that I could find out.
“Lani are you fuckin serious? I told yo ass that she was my assistant, where the hell did you get that from?” he asked, getting annoyed with me.
“You been acting real funny lately. Going in the next room to talk on the phone. Coming home all types of hours and why the fuck when I get here, you coming from out the back with this bitch? And then Otis ass looked like he saw a fuckin ghost when I got here! So I’m going to ask you again, are you fuckin that bitch?” I yelled at him.
“Man Lani, ain’t nobody fuckin that girl or nobody else. The reason why I was coming from the back is because I was showing Symone around, come on now,” he said, slapping my thigh.