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against my back making my baby-t moist.
“I love you, ma.”
“I love you too, daddy!”
“Ain’t you glad I wifed you?”
“Yes, daddy! You saved me.” He loved when I talked to him like that. It brought him on quicker and I was willing to say anything to help get him there. I had gotten mine fifteen minutes ago and was starting to get cramps in this awkward position. My fiancé was anything but a two minute brother. He almost climaxed until he heard my phone ring.
“Hold up, baby!” he was growing harder and harder. “I’m almost there.”
“Beat that shit, baby! Beat that pussy up!” The slaps of his balls against my ass resonated throughout the closet. It’s a good thing Lil Damian, his son, was away at his mother’s house.
“You, sexy mothafucka what you think I’m doin’, huh?” he asked, as his sweat dripped on my lower back.
“That’s right, baby! Handle it!”
I hoped he was able to ignore the ring tone sound of Mirror by Neyo playing on my phone.
“Awwwwww shiiitttt!!!” he yelled.
I guess he was able to tune it out after all. He squeezed my waist hard and pushed all of his creamy load inside of me. A tingly sensation overwhelmed my belly. I loved being able to please him.
He kissed my shoulder and pulled out of me. When we were done, he opened the door and a gust of air came rushing in. It was hot in the tiny closet so the breeze was welcoming. He pulled up his pants and helped me with my panties, kissing my butt cheeks before placing them all the way on.
“Who callin’ you in the middle of the night?” he asked, as he sat on the stool at the black marble breakfast nook in our kitchen. “They all most fucked me up.”
“I don’t know, baby. You want something to eat?” I asked, going directly for the cabinets. The question was rhetorical cause he always wanted to eat after we fucked.
“Yeah…warm me up some leftovers.”
“Got it, baby.”
“So you gonna call them back or what?” He persisted, as he wiped the sweat off of his head with a paper towel.
Let me tell you about my man. In the back of his mind he thinks I’m steppin’ out on him. He might not say it, but he’s definitely thinkin’ it. I would be a fool for cheating on him. I live in a beautiful home in a quiet residential area. I have more clothes in my closet than I can wear. I can shop at Tiffanys, Saks and Nieman & Marcus without flipping over tags, and I feel sexier than I ever did in my life, despite this dark skin that has plagued me since I was born. I was living the glamorous life.
“I don’t even know who it was, baby,” I tell him as I remove three Tupperware containers filled with barbeque ribs, mac and cheese, and collard greens from the fridge. “I’m tendin’ to my man right now.”
“Is that right?” he smiled.
“You want to go another round and ask me that question again?”
“You got it,” he winked. “I can’t fuck wit it right now. You tryna put a nigga in a coma.” Just when he said that his phone rang and Lil’ Wayne’s Mr. Carter blasted as his ring tone. “Speak on it.” He yelled into the receiver. Most people said hello but not my man. “Nigga, what you want?” he asked, standing up moving to the fridge grabbing a beer. “What you mean ya’ll out? You got the rest of my money yet?”
Silence.
“Well bring that shit and meet me at my house in forty minutes! And, Silver…don’t be late.”
When I placed his warmed up food on the nook in front of him, he wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered, “Go put some clothes on.” I was getting ready to do as he said when he pulled me back and said, “And look cute too. Wear that red joint I picked up for you yesterday.”
“Okay,” I smiled slightly embarrassed at how he insisted on dressing me. I know I was a bottom of the todem pole bitch, but I believe my game has raised a little since we got together. I know what to wear and how to look. I subscribed to 9 magazines to keep up with the latest fashions. “You want