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“What?” she questioned in a hushed tone.

“You heard me, Mama. Keep riding that shit, you ain’t done,” I demanded, slapping her ass. She started grinding in my lap slowly maintaining eye contact.

“Chrasmere, you…”

“I love you. That’s hard to believe or something?”

We didn’t have to say shit else. Enough was put on the table for the day and I learned early on that she was a woman who needed to process shit. However, she wasn’t ’bout to get another month to do it. Baby had tonight and that was it. A nigga was gon’ be at her door first thing in the morning. For now, though, I was giving her what she was too scared to ask for. Good fuckin’ pipe!

We had that bitch rocking. With her face up to the roof, and my hand around her neck, her ass bounced off my dick like a drum. I was behind that bitch catching everything she threw. The ripple effect that muthafucka had was crazy and it didn’t make it no better that every time I pulled back more of her cream coated my shit. Yeah, a nigga was in love with her sexy ass fa sho. Each stroke I delivered confirmed that. I was knee deep in her shit without a care in the world having the time of my muthafuckin life. Wasn’t no denying that.

“Fuuuuuck! You on my spot, baby.”

“I know what the fuck I’m doing. I just need you to cum for yo’ nigga one more time.”

“Right now, baby,” she moaned.

“Right fuckin’ now!”

Her walls tightened around my shaft and a small smile appeared. Nothing but cream.Good girl.

The contraction I felt had me nuttin’ seconds later. My kids collided with her juices and the perfect fuckin’ concoction was made. Fade had some bomb ass pussy that I refused to let go of. I didn’t know how many more times I needed to stamp shit to let her know she wasn’t going no fuckin’ where.

Slowly pulling out of her, I took a seat and brought her with me. I knew now wasn’t the time or place to bust her down, but it couldn’t be helped. I wasn’t ’bout to keep being at odds with my woman knowing dick was the fixer. I did what the fuck I had to do.

Gentle kisses were applied to her face before our lips met. Kissing was something a nigga hated, but I craved that kind of shit from her. It was like her kisses were laced with a drug that kept a nigga high as a kite. Them soft ass lips owed me so many more exchanges it wasn’t even funny.

“I love you, Ma, and I ain’t even looking for you to say that shit back right now. You fresh out a shitty ass marriage, so Iknow how it go. This just me letting you know my feelings been sorted.”

“Chrasmere, you are childish as fuck but so goddamn mature at the same time.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I got a crew to protect so regardless of what others may do, I got more than just my life in my hands… that includes yours, too.”

“I appreciate that. Get dressed, I’m sure my daughter will be looking for me soon and you have a party to host.”

“Next time, just let it be known you need me to nut in that shit, and I will. We ain’t gotta do all this.”

“Get dressed, Chrasmere!”

I smiled knowing baby was thoroughly satisfied. Where she wanted to hate me, her pussy wouldn’t let her. I was sure she tried distancing herself to avoid getting wrapped up in a nigga, but I didn’t mind. Simply because I had already fallen for her ass in return. I knew who the fuck I wanted as my wife and mother to my kids, and it was fa sho her old, bald-headed ass.

Chapter Ten

KOSHA

Was I proud of my baby for getting her diploma without any hiccups? You damned right I was. I couldn’t tell you how many tears I shed that day seeing her walk that stage. She accomplished half of my wants from her, and I was hoping she could obtain the other half just as easily. She was such a smart girl, and I hoped she knew that.

However, my happiness was overshadowed by the anger I felt in my heart for Houston. That nigga really didn’t have the decency to show for my baby. She looked for him the whole day ‘cause my foolish ass told her he was coming. He didn’t call her, send a simple text, or anything. He just didn’t give a fuck.

I hoped she got with the program and realized the only person that had her back was me and gave me the respect I deserved. She had tears in her eyes when he didn’t show, I didn’t know how to cover for him. Disappointed and hurt. That was all I saw on her face that day. I wanted to call Houston’s job and cuss his ass out for playing with my baby, but I kept my cool. He was just missing out on someone great.

“Mama, I’m ‘bout to walk down the street and grab something to eat from Subway,” Mel said standing over me. Forsome ridiculous reason, she wanted to come to the shop with me today.

“Okay. Grab me a turkey sub and please, no avocado. I’m allergic.”

“I know, Mama. Can I have your card? You took mine, remember?” I rolled my eyes and gave her thirty dollars from my apron instead. I wasn’t a fool.

“Go and come right back!” I said in a stern tone.

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