Page 20 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“Ooouu, shit. I feel you, Lil’ Daddy.”

Hmph!All we needed was a quick session to bounce back. Since I had her ass yoked up, all she could do was tell me what I wanted to hear. I couldn’t lie, everything she was saying had me in a chokehold.

“You love me, right?”

“Yes baby.”

“Nah, say that shit.” Gripping her braids, I pulled her back to me and passionately sucked on her neck. “Say it, Mama.”

“Fuuuck! I love you, baby,” she moaned as her walls tightened around my dick.

She came on a nigga so beautifully. The only thing left to do was return the favor. Releasing her, she fell forward, and I went to work.

My strokes quickened and the pussy just kept getting wetter and better by the fuckin’ second. The way her ass jiggled as it bounced off my torso was mind blowing and my name rolling off her tongue was music to a nigga ears. It was the perfect combination for me to bust inside her. My nut shot to the head, and my kids crashed against her walls. I hadn’t nutted in weeks, so this feeling was one that was missed. She wasn’t the only one trying to catch her breath.

That bittersweet moment where we disconnected had me in my feelings a lil’. I loved being inside Onyx, but I knew the conversation on the table was unfinished. I wasn’t tryingto avoid that muthafucka at all. I just needed to break the ice ‘round this bitch.

Laying down beside her, I pulled her into my arms and wrapped myself around her. A nigga hated showing affection, but I gave it to her. She was the only one who deserved it. She got comfortable in my arms and silence surrounded us. I was sure she was in her head about a lot of shit, and she had every right to be. However, it was time to balance this shit out. This was a nigga family on the line.

“I apologized twice already but in case you ain’t hear a nigga, I’m sorry. I ain’t never expect to see you in that light. I panicked and thought the worse. My mama scarred a nigga for life so that’s on me. However, you owe me a hell of an explanation on why the fuck you was in there, Ma.”

“I know I do, and I’ve been trying to explain it to you for damn near a month, but you wouldn’t listen or talk to me. That’s fucked up because I would’ve never done that shit to you. That really hurt my fuckin’ feelings.”

“I was in my head and angry at the same time. I couldn’t move past seeing how my mama took a turn from that shit. Like I said earlier, that’s on me.” It really was just me scared I was ‘bout to lose my bitch to the streets. She was too good to be there. “What made you want to start that shit, anyway?”

“It wasn’t the stripping that drew me in, it was the art of dance, and Shadow Thongs gave me a way to be exotic without being nude. I was able to keep my identity disclosed and still enjoy something I love. The club offered balance and that's what I needed. It was never to disrespect us or you. I just wanted to dance, baby.”

“Then open yo’ own studio, Onyx. You act like I can’t make that happen for you.”

“I didn’t want to wait. It takes time opening up your own place. I have to scout the right location, come up with a name,and that’s not even scratching the surface. I wanted to dance now so I jumped on it. That’s the difference between me and yo’ mama. I don’t need the attention or money. I just need a stage to do what I love, so don’t worry about me. I got this.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you think you got. You ain’t going back up in that muthafucka, I know that. You pregnant now, too… Yeah, play with somebody else.”

Save the last dance head ass. If she thought she was going back to that shit, she had another thing coming. She offered a light chuckle as she buried her face in my chest. This was the shit I couldn’t get enough of. When it was just us, I felt seen and loved. She knew how to make me turn into a caring man for her.

“I was stopping anyway, Nahmari. I didn’t want to chance anything going wrong with the baby.”

“Thank you for not putting my shit through the blender. I know you ain’t want kids and I should’ve been more considerate when you told me the first time. I had too much anger built up to even focus.”

“I did a lot of thinking and although I don’t want kids, we made one and I didn’t want to deprive you of becoming a father. My father spoiled me rotten and I didn’t want to take that chance away from you. This baby is solely for you.”

Hearing she was going through with it just for me showed me how much she really fucked with a nigga. She was willing to alter her body and be put through so many changes just so I could have a chance at being a father. That was real fuckin’ love if you asked me. I mean, damn.

“How far along are you? Did the doctor at least tell you that?” I inquired.

“I went to see my OB/GYN, and she said I was twelve weeks. I went early this morning which is why I was in here sleeping. That sun tore me up.” She reached over to the nightstand behind me and picked up a piece of paper. “Here’s the ultrasounds.”

I missed her first appointment. That put a nigga in his feelings. As much tough shit as I talked, that was a moment I wanted to cherish. If I would’ve came to my senses in time, I could’ve been there to support her and enjoy seeing my child on the screen.Don’t fuck up like that again, Z. This yo’ family we talking ‘bout.

Taking them from her, I admired my kid in black and white. When a woman blessed you with a child, that bond hit different. All I wanted was to see them smile and just enjoy a life free of stress and worry. I was a protector naturally, now a nigga felt like he had a purpose. My emotions erupted just looking at the pics. I could only imagine how strong their heartbeat was and how hearing it would’ve made me feel.

“Damn. We really doing this shit, huh?”

“Yeah, we are. If it’s a boy, I just want to keep it simple and make him a junior. I love your name, so I’m cool with that.”

“Shit, me, too. And a girl?”

“That’s on you. Whatever you want to call her is what her name’s gon’ be. Come shower with me. I feel sticky.”

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