“Don’t tempt me.”
“That’s what I want to do. And I’m so wet.” She said as she straddled me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked into her eyes.
“You sure? Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I’m sure,” She said as she started unbuttoning my jeans. I quickly grabbed a condom out of my pocket and put it on. I slid Mikayla down on my dick, and she wasn’t lying about being wet. She was wet and tight.
“Shit!” I cursed. I needed a minute because it’s been a minute, and she was the second girl I had sex with. I silently prayed that I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
“Mhmm.” She moaned.
“Look I'ma, be honest with you, it’s been a minute, so I might be a little rusty,” I admitted.
“Me too. I’ve been celibate since my last relationship. Let’s just say this first time doesn’t count, okay?”
“Deal,” I said then continued to slide her all the way down.
“Be gentle with me, but not too gentle. I like it rough,” She said, and that was music to my ears.
“How rough?”
“Choke me, spit it in my mouth, spank me, pull my hair...you know, the norm.” She smiled. I smiled back but quickly grabbed her by her throat. Not too hard, but enough to satisfy both of us. She smiled, then started bouncing up and down. Yeah, I’m definitely keeping her around for a hot little minute.
14. Bre
*Trigger Warning Chapter*
Boom-boom-boom
“Why are you banging on the door like that?” Jemar said as he snatched open the door. I’ve been knocking on the door for nearly twenty minutes with bags in my hand. I had a key, but couldn’t reach them because of the groceries in my hand. However, I didn’t think I needed them since Jemar and his friends were in the living room. I heard them being loud through the other side of the door, and no one cared to open the door for me.
“I’ve been out there knocking for damn near twenty minutes. I texted you when I was leaving the store saying that I was on the way. Why weren’t you expecting me if I told you I had a lot of bags? There’s more in the car. I grabbed what I could.” I said as I made my way into the kitchen to put the bags down since Jemar didn’t think to grab them from me. I was now six months pregnant and showing. I shouldn’t have been carrying over ten bags up three flights of stairs in the first place, but I had to do what I had to do.
“My bad, we were in the middle of the game.” He said.
“There are more bags in the car,” I said again with an attitude because I was highly annoyed. I didn’t have my license, but I knew how to drive because of my dad had been teaching me since I was fourteen. I had planned on going to the DMV soon to take the test, so I get my Learner’s Permit and eventually get my license. Jemar would let me take his car to grocery shopping since it wasn’t far or he was too lazy to take me himself.
“Y’all help me with the bags.” He said to his freeloading ass friends. They probably didn’t want to help, but I know they were going to make sure to eat up everything. And that’s why I’m glad I bought myself a mini-fridge just for my favorite food and snacks and hid it in our bedroom. Money has never an issue for Jemar as of lately, and that was good because with his friends always being here, we always needed to restock the kitchen. I guess the weed business was booming for Jemar because he went from bringing home a couple of stacks to duffle bags now. Like I said before, I didn’t ask questions, but I was beginning to get a little concerned. He was always making moves, coming home late, or sometimes not at all. I was getting used to it, but this was something I didn’t want for my daughter. I wanted to eventually go back to school and work to make my own money. How was I supposed to do that with his ass always coming and going as he pleased? Something had to change, and we needed to have a serious conversation.
“Man, we don’t even live here,” Marco complained.
“You don’t, but that doesn’t stop your ass from eating up shit in here,” Jemar said. I smiled to myself. Finally, he was seeing his friends as the freelaoders as they really were.
“Please don’t tell me her ass done got in your head,” DayDay said while mugging on me. I poked my tongue out at him.
“What? I don’t need Bre to get in my head about shit. I can think for myself.”
“I can’t tell,” Marco mumbled, but we heard him. Jemar didn’t say anything but just sat back down in a chair that was in front of the tv. He resumed the game with 3Bit.
“I have food that needs to go in the freezer,” I said.
“The game is almost over,” Jemar said nonchalantly. I honestly didn’t care. If something melted or went bad, his ass was going to buy more food. I put the food up that I brought in while they continued their game and started another one up.
“What’s up,” Ricky said as he walked into the door. That was something else that bothered me. Jemar and his friends had a bad habit of keeping the door unlocked. One of his uncles owned the building, but they were too comfortable with just leaving the door open. Jemar was going to have to get us another apartment because I wasn’t about to bring my daughter in here.
