“Baby it’s cool. It don’t take away from how happy I am. I was gonna be happy about the situation regardless,” I said.
I walked over to her and picked her up, sat her on the dresser, and started kissing all over her stomach. A nigga had to take a moment out to do the damn beat it up right dance. I been trying to get this girl pregnant for about the past two months, and the shit finally happened. She started laughing, and I stopped dancing so that I could kiss her lips.
“You gon’ get in the shower with your nigga?” I asked her. A nigga was ready to fuck, I wasn’t even going to lie.
“No, you go ahead. I told my baby I’ll be back in five minutes,” she said, referring to Bria.
“Alright, five minutes then,” I said, and lifted her up off the dresser.
“Dontae, it’s been more than five minutes already,” she whined.
“Stop talking and come on then,” I said, pulling her in front of me.
Five minutes later
“Ooohhh Taeee…shitt! I’m never listening to your ass again,” Breesha moaned as I had her pinned up on the wall in the shower. I laughed at her, because did she really think I was gon’ be able to murder that pussy in only five minutes? With a pussy as deep, tight, and wet as hers–shitttt, a nigga needed bout an hour at the least.
“Fine ass! Keep taking that dick!” I yelled, fucking with her.
Taeee...babyyy…mmmm,” she moaned, squirming underneath me. I sucked her nipples while keeping my hands planted on her hips, keeping that ass in place.
“Shit, you wet baby!” I said, biting my lip because the way that pussy was biting, I was for sure about to start screaming like a bitch. Damn, whoever said pregnant pussy was the best pussy ain’t never fuckin lied. I promise, I’m getting her ass pregnant back to back. She gon’ fuckin hate me when I’m through with her little ass.
“Tae don’t make me cum yet, I wanna riddeee first,” she screamed out.
“Shit baby, get that one first, then ride! Fuck!” I grunted.
“Taeee right thereee…ooohh babbyyy,” she cried. I bit her on her neck and slapped her ass, telling her to turn around.
“I told you don’t let me cum. I’m spent baby, I can’t no more,” she said, trying to crouch down on the shower floor. I had to laugh at my baby, with her extra dramatic ass.
“Breesha, stand your ass up. Quit playing girl,” I said, dick
hard as fuck with her juices dripping from it. I hated when she did that shit! Got her nut then tried to buck a nigga from getting his.
I stood her up from the floor and turned her around so that I could fuck her from the back–the shit talking position is what I liked to call it! I put her right leg up on the bench that we had in the shower, spread her ass cheeks, and slid nothing but hard steel in that shit.
I felt her try and put that leg down, but I put it right back up. I knew Breesha hated this position, and that’s why I loved it so much. I loved to see them tears drop from her face and how she got to crying, telling me to slow down and trying to fight a nigga–all because she couldn’t handle that pressure that I be giving her ass. That shit drove a nigga crazy every time. She was taking that dick now, but she gon’ be crying in a second.
“My fine ass baby mama. You know you the shit, girl. That’s right Breesha, take that dick for daddy,” I said.
Only thing being heard from my girl was sniffles, and every time I would slam deep in there, she would squeal so loud, like I was killing her ass. I really hoped Bria wasn’t paying us no attention, because from the sounds coming from out of this bathroom, one would think that I was killing her in here. I had my baby pissed the fuck off right now. She wasn’t gon’ tell me when she was gon’ cum either, but I knew her body and I knew when she was gon’ cum.
“Fuccckkk Tae…you hurting meeee,” she cried.
I eased out a little and went to leave my mark on her neck. I could feel the tears as they dripped down her face.
I hated to do this to my girl, but I needed to get a good nut. I released my mouth from her neck, took her long, pretty hair out the bun, and let it fall down her back, then I went to work in that pussy.
“Ahh...oohh...shittt...fuckkk…Tae cum already, please,” she cried.
“You cum first,” I said to her.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Daddy, is Breesha okay?” my daughter asked me from the other side of the door.
“Yes baby girl, she’ll be back in like five minutes. Go back downstairs and finish watching TV, she’s coming,” I told my daughter–literally.