Page 16 of Christmas Luvin

“Ohhhhh, shittttt!” she screamed.

“Tellme what this dick be saying,”Iwanted to know.

“Gooooooddddddd….Ittells me how much you love me, and that it’s mineeeee….Pee-Wee, waittttttt.That’stoooooo muchhhhh!” she screamed.

Iwasn’t trying to hear shit she said becauseIkept on with the deep strokes, kept fingering her, and beforeIknew it,Ifelt a bunch of fluids wet up my dick.Ifelt that shit on my thighs too.She’dsquirted, doing exactly whatIhad hoped she’d do.

Briagot up from on top of me, threw her body onto the bed, and placed an arm over her eyes, covering herself.

Istarted laughing.

“I’membarrassed!” she blurted.

Icracked up asIswitched my position and got on top of her, dick still hard as a fuckin’ rock, ready to stroke her some more.Ipried her hands away from her face and held both of her arms over her head asIlooked into her eyes.

“Youain’t got shit to be embarrassed about.Ilove that shit.Imamake you do it again,”Ilet her know.

Shewrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in.Iput my dick at her entrance and slipped back in, enjoying that shit so fuckin’ much.Wefucked so good in that room.Itook energy away fromBriabecause onceIgot tired of fuckin’ in the bed,Iput her on the dresser, fucked her a couple of times against the wall, and on the ottoman, whereIgave her dick from the back.That’swhere her ass tapped out.Imean, passed the fuck out.Ihad to pick her up and put her in bed after that last round.

Whenthat finished,Igrabbed a washcloth, ran some warm water on it, and wiped her down.Shedidn’t even stir.

Onceshe was all cleaned up and tucked in,Iwent back to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth, and throw on a fresh pair of briefs.ThenIgot in bed withBriaand cuddled her from behind, knowing she wasn’t going to let me fuck for at least the next two days.Igave her too much dick tonight.Sheneeded a couple days off to heal, andIwasn’t a greedy ass nigga, soIwould give her that.

WEDDING DAY

“Younervous?Youthink she’s going to start thinking about some of the fucked up shit you did over the years and leave your black ass standing at the altar?” my pops asked me.

Iturned around and gave him a look to let him know his ass was crazy for saying some crazy ass shit like that.Lowkey,Iwas nervous, soIjust shook my head, choosing not to respond verbally to him.Itwas kind of crazy because that was one of the things that had me standing out on that balcony, sweating a bit and nervous as fuck about the wedding ceremony that was set to happen in less than an hour.

ItoldDuchesson some funny shit a couple of days ago that if she left me standing at the altar,Iwould take off withLiberty, and she would never hear from us again.Granted,Iwas just fuckin’ around whenIsaid that bullshit, but a piece of me said that shit just to let her know the kind of crazy timingIwould be on if she called herself trying to get some get back on a nigga for all of the fucked up shit thatIhad done to her in the past.Outof all the times she could have gotten her lick back, she would choose today to do some petty ass shit.Y’alldon’t knowDuchessthe wayIdo.Inever met another petty motha fucka in the world like her.

DutchandIhad been good, though.IthankedGodforLibertyevery day because her entire existence is what madeDuchessandIfinally get it right.Itwasn’t even too muchDuchesswho needed to change anything; it was my black ass.Libertyforced me to grow up and be a fuckin’ man.Iwas doing right byDuchessthis time around.Iwasn’t fuckin’ no outside hoes, texting hoes behind her back, none of that shit.I’ma man with eyes, so the mostI’ddo is look at a bitch’s ass when they walked by, but that was it.Duchessdidn’t trip off shit like that because she’d be looking at the bitch’s ass right along with me.

“I’mproud of you, son.Youwas the son thatIgotta sayIwas worried about.Nah,Iwas worried aboutOriontoo.Thatmotha fucka right there was going to stress me the fuck out whenIwas in prison with the shitPandorawould call me, hollering that he was up to.Iknow there was a time when you used to switch up bitches like you switched up shoes, andIused to tell you that either your dick was going to fuckin’ fall off one day, or you was going to meet that one woman who would change your whole outlook, and you got that inDuchess.Youa whole father out here, man, and about to be a husband in less than an hour.Thisis what you call gangsta shit.Notrunning your dick in and out of different hoes every day of the week because any nigga can do that.Ittakes a man to settle down with that one, raise your kids, get your money, and stay the fuck out of the way,” he explained.

Ireached my hand out for my pops to shake it up with him.Thesecond we pulled apart,Isaw my mama making her way into the suite, already dressed in her gown for the wedding and holding my baby in her arms.FromwhatIcould see,Pee-Weehad let my mama in, and like the mama’s boy his ass was, he was all down her fuckin’ back as she walked through the suite and over to the balcony door.Mybrother slid it back for her, and she walked out first.

Libertysaw me and instantly started fussing, wanting to come over to me.Thatwas my twin right there.Shehad her mother’s light skin color, but she was me in the face all day.Swearit depended on the day because her eyes would change colors.Whenshe was born, they were gray, they’d switched to hazel, and they would sometimes be a light blue color like her mother’s.

Rightnow, she was looking up at me with big, gray eyes, and when she showed the gummy smile thatIloved, her deep dimples stole the show.Shewas dressed so pretty in her cute red dress, and whatever hair products were added to her curls smelled so good.Shehad a headband on that she was pulling, trying to take that shit off.

“Giveme another one,” my pops said to my mama, who he’d pulled over to him.

Likea nigga wasn’t even standing out there, he was squeezing all on her ass, and she was letting the nigga do it too.Iunderstood that my mama was a grown ass woman, and she had four kids, which proved she had been fuckin’, but as her son, the idea of my mama getting fucked just pissed me clean the fuck off.Toknow that this nigga still be breaking my mama’s back in just sends me.Iwas still fuckin’ scarred from that timeDuchessandIwere going through our shit, andIwas trying to get a hold of my mama.Thephone accidentally answered, andIheard her and my pops fuckin’.Stillwanted to beat that nigga’s ass over that shit.

“I’llgive you anything you ask for, daddy, but not a baby.I’velaid on my back and pushed out four babies for you.Nothappening,” she voiced and tried to walk away, but he pulled her back and started kissing on her neck.

“Man, y’all get the fuck on with that shit!”Pee-Weespat, causing all of us to start laughing.Thatnigga hated thatPDAshit just as much asIdid.

“Y’allproblem is that y’all want y’all mama to be your fuckin’ girlfriend.Thismy wife.Ican do whatever the fuckIwant to her in front of y’all, god dammit,” my pops snapped.

Pee-WeeandIlooked at each other and started laughing.Niggahad veins coming out the side of his neck and shit, getting pissed off at us just that fast.Mymama, who was used to this shit, just shook her head and didn’t even say anything.She’donly come to our room because there was a photographer in there, andIwanted to get some pictures in with my daughter and me.Ihad texted her moments ago, asking her to bringLibertydown.

Whenthe picture taking ended, andI’dtaken more than enough with my parents, my daughter, and my groomsmen, the photographer went to the women’s suite.Iwanted to grab a blunt and smoke so bad, butIwould save all of that until after the wedding.Couldn’tbe in this clean assArmanitux, smelling like weed.

ONE HOUR LATER

Andthey say thugs don’t cry!Shittttt, that’s a damn lie.Tearswelled up in my eyes asIwatched the most beautiful bride walk down the aisle.ThesecondIblinked, a couple of tears fell.Thejourney thatDuchessandIhad gone through together just to get to this moment was what had me dropping tears.

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