“Let’s go, with you crybaby ass,” Nae said, laughing.
I laughed too, and stuck the middle finger at her. We went and got the girls and headed to Benihana’s for dinner. The whole time we were there, I kept thinking about Shard. Of course, he had been constantly calling and texting me, but I didn’t want to give in so easily. I wanted to make his ass suffer some more. After dinner, we took the girls to the movies to watch the new SpongeBob movie. I really didn’t want to go, but I didn’t want to be a party pooper; plus, if I went home, I was going to fall victim to Rashard and end up answering the phone for him.
We didn’t get home until 9 that night, and I was so tired. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and take my miserable ass to bed. I went into my bedroom and saw that I still had one pile of dirty clothes left that I needed to wash, so I grabbed them and went down to the laundry room. After taking my other load from out of the washing machine and putting it into the dryer, I loaded the new load When I finished, I headed back into my bedroom and got ready to take me a hot shower. The whole time that I was in there, I couldn’t help but to think about Rashard. I wasn’t used to not talking to him at least ten times a day, but he violated in the worse way and I wasn’t going to let him off that easy, no matter how much I missed him. After I finished taking my shower, I threw on my too little boy shorts from Pink and my pink sports bra from Pink as well. I threw my hair in a neat bun and lotioned my body with my Paris Hilton, “Can Can.” My little baby bump was so beautiful, which is why I liked to walk around the house with only a bra and shorts on. Funny how when I found out that I was pregnant, I didn’t want anything to do with this pregnancy, but now, after coming to terms that I was going to keep my baby, I was learning to embrace my pregnancy. As soon as I got comfortable in my bed, I heard the doorbell ring.
“Mani, get the door, I’m going to sleep,” I heard Breesha yell from her room.
I sucked my teeth and headed to the door. I looked in the peephole and saw Rashard standing there with roses in his hands and a box of chocolates. I opened the door and stood there with my arms folded across my chest.
“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to play like mad because on the inside, I was jumping with joy that he came to see me.
I couldn’t deny it, he looked so fuckin sexy standing in front of me. I could tell that he had went to the barber today. His mustache was neatly trimmed, and his face was so clear and looked so smooth. He had on his tan and red Burberry colored shirt with a pair of red True’s hanging off his ass. On his feet were a pair of tan Sperry’s. His watch was the big faced MK watch that I had purchased for him last month while I was shopping for myself. It made me smile that he was wearing the gift that I had given to him. I had to admit, my man was the shit, even though I was mad at him.
“Mani come on now, you know that was some bullshit,” he said, stepping closer to me. I could smell the Salvatore Ferragamo cologne he was wearing, and that shit instantly made my shorts wet.
“So, how did she get your phone? You had to have fucked the bitch!” I said, still not opening the door for him.
“I slept at Mark’s crib last night. I was fucked up, it was no way I would be able to drive home like that. She was over there with my cousin Cyn, and she did all that bullshit when I fell asleep on the couch,” he said.
I looked into his eyes and for some reason, I believed his ass. I don’t know why, but I believed him. I wasn’t even the gullible type that was going to fall for anything that somebody told me, but his eyes told his story. I could look into his eyes and tell that he was telling me the truth. I let him come in, and I took the flowers from out of his hands. They looked and smelled so good. I took them in the kitchen and sat them in the vase, adding some water to it as well. I walked back in the den and Rashard was sitting on the couch, opening the chocolate for me.
“You do me so wrong,” I said, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
“Imani, quit with the bullshit. You and everybody else know I let you do and say whatever the fuck you want. Your ass is so fuckin spoiled, and that ain’t nobody fault but mine,” he said.
I smiled, because it was true. He was turning me into a monster. I heard the dryer in the laundry room go off, so I quickly got up so that I could take my clothes out. I was such a neat freak, and I wouldn’t go to sleep unless I had folded all of my clothes for the night.
“Hold on,” I said, getting up and going into the laundry room.
I walked in there and turned on the ligh
t. As I was bending down to take the clothes from out of the dryer, I felt a pair of strong arms grab at my waist.
“Shard, you couldn’t wait? I said hold on,” I said, standing up.
He pulled me into him, with my back to his chest. He lifted me up, sat me down on top of the washing machine, and re-started it. I looked at him like he was crazy as he proceeded to kissing me.
“Rashard, what are you doing? Breesha is in the room, she’s gonna hear us,” I said, looking down at him as he removed my shorts. I realized what he was trying to do to me, and I didn’t want any parts of that.
He stood up and went over to the door and locked it. Even with the door closed, I knew that my cousin was gonna hear me. He came back over to me and used his knee to force my legs apart. My lil ass was sitting on this washing machine trembling. I don’t know what the hell I was scared of, but I knew that I was just scared of something.
“What you scared for? Calm down Imani,” Shard said, sensing my uneasiness before he stood up to kiss my lips.
I loosened up a little bit and allowed him to slide his tongue in my mouth. I gently sucked on it while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t resist him. I loved him way too much to stay mad at him. I craved this man so much that it wasn’t even funny. It’s like I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his feel, just him in general. It killed me to have to ignore his calls all day today, but I was so pissed and I didn’t want to hear anything that he had to say at the time. He removed my bra and started sucking on my swollen titties. Since being pregnant, my breast had went up a bra size, and boy was I loving the extra weight. God knows my skinny ass needed it, so I wasn’t complaining at all. The way he traveled his tongue around my nipples, mixed with his warm, Juicy Fruit-smelling breath was feeling so good, but I was still a little mad with his ass, so I was forcing myself not to moan out. I was only getting my titties sucked, but I felt like I was about to cum in a minute.
“Oh you gotta attitude? I’m going to fix that shit right now!” Rashard said, pulling his pants down and removing his shirt. I admired his chest, decorated with all of his tattoos. Rashard had tattoos on every inch of his flat, board washed stomach, leading to his arms, and money signs on his fingers. This man was so sexy, and I swear that I felt more in love with him every day. I just sat there with my hands planted on both sides of me, legs spread open, just taking him all in. He pulled his Gucci boxers down and out sprung with the biggest, prettiest dick that I have ever seen in my life. Even though Rashard was my first and only, I’ve seen my share of dicks because of the porn that I use to watch occasionally, so I knew that Rashard was blessed. I bragged to my cousins on Rashard, because this man truly knew how to handle my body when it came to us having sex. He walked back over to me and started kissing on my neck and shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I was so into it that I didn’t even see when he went to shove his dick into me.
“Rasharddddd, whyy…waitt,” I moaned, trying to sit back some. I wasn’t ready for that stroke. That shit caught me off guard.
“Naw naw, don’t move, bring that ass closer to daddy,” he said as he held me by my waist so tight that I’m sure he was going to leave a mark. The vibration of the washing machine and his big dick going in and out of me was slowly killing me. I was getting pleasure from both his dick and the washing machine, because each time his dick would slide out, my clit would rub against the machine, causing it to vibrate under me. Never in my life had I experienced a feeling so good like that before.
“Shit baby right there,” I moaned, feeling myself about to climax. I placed both my hands on his chest and held onto him for dear life. I didn’t want to let him go for shit. I wanted us to become one as I let go of this big ass orgasm.
“Right where baby? Talk to your nigga! Tell him what you want!” he said, now giving me slow, deep strokes, fucking with my orgasm.
“Shard babyyy, go faster I was finna cummm,” I screamed, wanting to get that nut out of the way.
He lifted me up from the washing machine, with his dick still inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned as I tried to keep all that dick inside. He was knocking down all walls inside of me, and the feeling and the pressure was so amazing that it was bringing tears to my eyes.