Page 19 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

I started removing my clothes and crawled in bed beside her afterwards. She was a woman who preferred sleeping with no restraints, so I knew she was butterball in this muthafucka. She was a heavy sleeper as well so I was able to adjust both of us so I could hold her comfortably. A soft moan was released as shesettled in my arms. I was thanking OG repeatedly for letting her be a real woman out here and not no bum ass, ghetto ass hoe.

Soft kisses were applied to her face as I tried to wake her up. Being able to do that comforted a nigga, believe it or not. I wasn’t trying to fuss with her no more. I was sure she had a solid excuse as to why she was in that muthafucka. I just wasn’t trying to hear it at the time. Like Chrome said, when a baby is involved, the dynamics of the relationship changes and so do the bond.

“Wake up for me, Ma,” I voiced leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face.

“Mmmm,” she groaned. She wanted me to stop but I couldn’t. I missed her too much.

“I need to get some shit off my chest, and I need you to hear it. Wake up, Mama.” It took her a minute to realize what was happening but when she came to, she gave me her ass to kiss like I knew she would.

“Muthafucka, I know good and goddamn well you not in my shit right now.” She tried to push her way out my arms and I held her even tighter. “Get the fuck off of me and get the fuck out my house, Nahmari.”

“If you ain’t want me to have access to you, you would’ve changed your codes by now. You was waiting on me to fall through this bitch.”

“Why the fuck would I be waiting on a nigga that ain’t mine? Better yet, why the fuck would I be waiting on a nigga that said go pin my child on someone else? I didn’t stutter once. Get the fuck out my house!” she yelled.

This time she was able to successfully push her way out my arms. She wasn’t able to go nowhere, though. I pulled her ass right the fuck back down and in bed with me. I wasn’t done holding her ass. If I was being honest, my soul had just settled.

“I’m sorry, aight?”

“Let me go, Nahmari. I don’t really give a fuck about yo’ apology. You said fuck me so stand on that.”

“I’d rather stand up in it.” I flipped her over to her stomach and hiked her ass up. That pussy was looking at a nigga and I knew she missed me. I wanted all that creamy shit coating my dick. It had been over a month since I been inside her.

“Fuck no!” she said trying to crawl away. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back to me. “I’m not fuckin’ yo’ disrespectful ass. Don’t touch me. Ain’t that what you told me?”

I used my body to pin her down. She felt good under a nigga, I couldn’t lie. Onyx was a woman you would naturally miss when her presence wasn’t around. I put myself through torture, but I damn sure wasn’t ‘bout to continue to do so. I was manning the fuck up and she was gon’ let me.

Hovering over her, I said, “It was, but I’m taking accountability for all the shit I put you through these past few weeks. I ain’t have to do all that to get my point across. That’s on me and I’m sorry. You and this baby, that’s where a nigga heart at. All I’m asking is for you to give me a chance to right my wrongs.”

“I don’t have shit for you and this child… yeah, we good, bruh.”

My dick rested on her ass, as I gently pressed the rest of my body into hers. She hated me right now and that was understandable. Therefore, I knew I needed to smooth shit over and let it be known neither one of us was going anywhere.

“I’m far from being yo’ bruh. I’m yo’ man. The nigga that loves everything about you, the one that’ll catch bodies behind you, and the one that put that baby in you. I’m yo’ nigga, nothing less than that. You hear me?”

“Nah, my nigga would’ve never treated me the way you did. My nigga would’ve never let me think he was done with me. My nigga would’ve still loved me through the bullshit and assuredme that I was still the woman he chose to love. My nigga… ain’t you.”

The head of my dick was eased between her folds as she gave me her run down. I heard everything lil’ baby said. I wasn’t dismissing shit. However, I knew all she wanted was for me to give her that connection again. She needed to feel that love she thought I lost for her.

Once I was able to slip in that shit, I knew it was done. I watched her eyes close briefly as she gently tugged on her bottom lip. The feeling of me was still one she gained pleasure from. My slow strokes caused her to moan softly, and I knew then she wasn’t giving nothing that belonged to me away. She just needed me to come home and show her why I cuffed her sexy ass.

“I’m gon’ always be yo’ nigga, Mama,” I whispered in her ear before sucking on her neck.

“Fuck you, Zinc,” she threw back.

“Do it. I’m in this muthafucka so go crazy.”

I readjusted our position and started going crazy in that shit. She talked a lot of shit, but she was throwing that bitch back and taking all of me. The pussy was wetter, and that ass was fatter. She was definitely pregnant round this muthafucka. Every time I pulled back my shit was glossed from her juices.

“Why… you… in my… house?” she could barely get her question out. I was fuckin’ her like I missed her, and the pussy was fuckin’ back.Baby you know why I’m here.

“My family here, ain’t it?”

My right hand came down on her ass cheek, causing that bitch to ripple how I liked it. She hissed on impact, and I was still going strong, delivering strokes that caused her to fall for a nigga in the first place. The feeling of her g-spot rubbing against my flesh was one I could never get enough of. Onyx felt good all theway around and I was lighting the city on fire if she ever thought leaving me was a good choice.

“You said fuck us.”

“I did, and I’m sorry, Ma. You can’t feel how sorry I am?” I questioned, holding on to her waist. Pounding her shit was all I could do. Making love wasn’t what the fuck needed to happen in this instant. I needed my baby to feel every inch of me.

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