He smacked my ass hard enough to make my breath hitch. “Say that shit again.”
“I hear youuu!”
“Good.” His rhythm slowed for a moment, but not to be gentle. To be deeper, full of intention, like he wanted to feelexactly how tight I clenched around his dick. “You ‘bout to be my wife,” he said against the back of my neck, his breath hot, voice gravelly. “You don’t drown on my watch. You don’t stress on my watch. If I gotta hire a nanny, then I’ll do that. But you don’t fall apart alone. Ever.”
My moans were nonstop, getting louder by the second. I couldn’t quiet them if I tried.
He groaned, low and filthy. “Fuck, baby… I missed you. Cum on this dick.”
His hand slid around me and teased my clit exactly how he knew it would break me open. My whole body locked as my breath cut off. Everything inside pulled tight like a bowstring. “Babe, I…I’m…”
“Let that shit go, baby,” he ordered.
I broke, cumming hard and loud. I was shaking and gripping the couch pillow for dear life. My orgasm hit so hard my legs bucked, but Knuck held me up with one arm while the other hand kept working me through it. He didn’t stop, not even when I begged and shuddered.
“Nah,” he growled. “You needa nut again. Get that shit out your system.”
“Please…”
“Uh huh…” His thrusts got sharper, deeper, and angled up until I came again. My legs shook violently as I buried my face into the couch, muffling my screams. “Yeah,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Give me that shit. Give me all that.”
He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me back onto him so hard the sound echoed, and groaned deep and raw into my shoulder as he came. We stayed there, pressed together, sweating, breathing hard with his forehead on my shoulder, and his chest rising against my back.
After a long moment, he turned my face gently and kissed me slowly. “You good now?” he asked, voice still thick, still rough.
I nodded, dazed. “Yes…”
He smirked slightly, kissing my jaw. “Good ‘cause you damn sure wasn’t good when I walked in. Now don’t let me come home to your ass stressed like that again. Or I’ma fuck you just like this every time ‘til you get it through that pretty head.”
K a s s i mw o k em eup the next mornin’ before the sun even thought ‘bout comin’ up. He laid on my chest grippin’ the front of my wife beater wit’ them tiny fists like he was checkin’ a nigga.
His lil’ body twisted, and then he hit me wit’ a loud, dramatic grunt that told me he was seconds away from turnin’ the whole house upside down. I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He stared back at me wit’ a screwed-up face that said he was already fed up.
“You doin’ the most for no reason,” I said, keepin’ my voice low. “You just like your mama.” He hit me wit’ another grunt. I chuckled, shakin’ my head ‘cause I knew what that meant. “Aight. Say less.” I eased him off my chest and stood up slowly, ‘cause Nyomi was knocked out next to me.
She was curled up under the blanket, breathin’ deep, finally restin’ like she needed to. I looked at her for a moment. Her hairwas all over the pillow. Her lips were a lil’ swollen from suckin’ my dick like it was an apology for bein’ fuckin’ stubborn. She was tired as hell but peaceful. Good. Her ass needed to stay that way for a minute.
I kissed her forehead and Kassim whined louder, so I picked him up and walked him to the nursery. The second I laid him on the changin’ table, he started kickin’ like crazy. “You dramatic as hell, son,” I muttered, changin’ his diaper and tossin’ the old one in the diaper genie like I was shootin’ free throws.
Downstairs in the kitchen, I grabbed some titty milk from the fridge and heated Kassim up a bottle usin’ the fancy ass bottle warmer Nyomi copped. He calmed down as I held him in my arms. Then, he looked up at me while he drank, eyes half open, like he was still tryna figure me out already.
“That’s right,” I said. “I’m your daddy. A nigga be workin’ and shit but I’m here.” He just squeezed my chain and kept drinkin’. I rocked him ‘til he was full and heavy against my shoulder. Then I laid him in his crib upstairs and watched him for a second while he blinked slowly. He caught the itis off the titty milk and finally passed out.
My jaw tightened when I thought ‘bout last night. I came home ready to relax, ready to see my woman and my son, and Nyomi had damn near stressed herself into tears tryna play fuckin’ superwoman. I already told her she didn’t have to do all that shit.
I built up her lash company wit’ a full team. I handled the pieces she didn’t even know ‘bout. I did everything possible to make sure the only thing she had to worry about was healin’ andtakin’ care of Kassim. But nah, her ass wanted to do ten things at once. Then she wanted to tell me she was fine when she was ‘bout to fall apart in my damn face.
I rubbed my hand over my head, breathin’ slowly, ‘cause I knew today would be another test. Her moms and step pops was cool as fuck. They fucked wit’ me and vice versa, but when it came to this weddin’ plannin’ shit, I had thin ass patience and shit always got tense.
I didn’t want a damn circus weddin’. I wanted somethin’ small. I wanted the preacher, her peoples, her girls, my niggas, Granny and ‘nem, and that’s it. I also wanted to get married by the end of next month. Spring was comin’. Spring forward into forever type shit, feel me? I didn’t give a fuck ‘bout all that fancy, bougie shit.
Money wasn’t the issue either. Nyomi could have whatever she wanted, but this shit was gettin’ annoyin’ as fuck. Plannin’ on top of plannin’ that required florists and venue scoutin’. Fuck all that. I wanted Nyomi as my wife ASAP. I’d already let her ass lead wit’ waitin’ to get married after givin’ birth so she didn’t “look fat” in a weddin’ dress. Time was tickin’.
After rollin’ up my mornin’ blunt, I walked back to our room, and she was half awake, watchin’ me wit’ that soft, sleepy, just-woke-up face that always hit me in the chest. “How long was he up?” she whispered.
“Long enough,” I said. “I fed him. He’s back down.”
She pushed up on her elbows wit’ a wince. “I didn’t even hear him.”