“And it’s a problem with it being right there? You didn’t even eat tonight. You wouldn’t let me feed you. I asked you if you were hungry hours ago, and you told me no. The least you could do is let me put dick in your stomach baby,” he voiced, going deeper inside me, and I was moaning even louder now, my eyes tearing up from the pleasure, as I kept my head turned, eyes on him, watching him as he was so beautifully stroking me. The glasses while he was fuckin me was sending me.
“We got a little groove going on now baby. All that dick in there now. Fuck back and keep your eyes on me. Those pretty ass eyes. Keep them on me as we fuck,” he instructed, and I did just that, moving my hips slowly, matching his strokes, loving everything about this.
“Baby…. Baby…. Dolo you fuckin me so good,” I cried out, having to let him know. He had to hear it.
“I know. You look so pretty right there taking that dick. You hear the sounds this motha fucka making? You going to cum for me?” he wanted to know.
“Yesssss. I’ll cum for you…. Daddy, I’ll cum for youuu,” this shit got real lovey dovey with me when he was in between my legs.
Dolo never had to ask me to be nice to him during sex. I was automatically nice to him. I got in my feelings badly with him when it came to sex. I promise that he was the only one that knew this version of me.
“Hmmmmm….. I’m cumminggggg,” my eyes rolled as I said it, and I could hear him behind me grunting, nutting too. Before I could fully enjoy the high that came with releasing, he quickly pulled out of me, and I turned around to look at him, wanting to see what happened. He had a look on his face as if something just happened that I didn’t know about.
“What? Dolo, what happened?” I panicked, asking him.
“Shit! The condom popped while I was nutting,” he voiced, and hearing that, I swear to God that I almost started crying.
“What? Huh? You think it got inside me?” you could hear the panic all in my voice. My voice was literally trembling as I looked up at him.
“I’m sure it did. I’ll stop to the store on the way to drop you off to Uzi in the morning to get a plan B. You probably good though, but just to be on the safe side. Come on. I’ll switch it out,” he said, and I looked at him like he was crazy.
“No! Switch it out, and have it happen again? No. I’m going to call the doctor that Ari gave me as soon as they open and see if they can take me tomorrow after I finish up with the class with Uzi. You going to fuck around and get me pregnant Dominique! Fuck! I should have stayed sleeping!” I was rambling because I was scared. Scared that nut had got inside of me, the plan b wouldn’t work, and now my dumb ass might get pregnant.
“Chill the fuck out. Nobody going to get you pregnant. I’ll take you to get the plan b in a couple of hours when we leave. We going to fight about the condom popping or fuck some more?” he was so unfazed by it.
His dick was still hard, and if I’m being completely honest, my pussy was still wet. I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to finishfucking. Because that was the case, I turned around, got on my back, and I waited for him to come for me. With a smile on his face, seeing that he’d gotten his way, he swapped the condom out, put a new one on, and he came for me.
“You’ll really take me to get the pill in the morning? I don’t want to have a baby, Dominique,” I had to let him know before he went in again. He kissed me on my lips, and before slipping back inside of me, he chose to look down at me first.
“Anything that I ever told you I was going to do for you, don’t I do it?” he asked.
“You do,” I replied.
“Aight. This shit not going to be any different. I’ll get you a pill in the morning. Come on. Let’s finish fuckin,” he said, slipping right inside of me, and I silenced all that talk about a fuckin plan b.
I knew that I was running off very little time to get some rest before I had to be at the warehouse. Knowing that I was pressed for time, you would think that I would have released one more orgasm, and took my ass to sleep, but I didn’t. Like I didn’t have anywhere to be, like we didn’t just have an entire scare with the condom popping, I allowed this man to fuck me for almost an hour straight.
We would fuck in intervals. Take a break, he would probably say something nasty as hell to me to get me aroused, or touch me, and then we were fuckin again. We literally didn’t stop until 5:01 A.M. Mind you, I needed to be getting up out of the bed, but I lay my ass here, telling Dolo to wake me up in ten minutes. Not only did I need to make it to the warehouse by six, but we also needed to stop and get the pill for me. Obviously, I was taking life for a fuckin joke right now.
Chapter 6
Uzi Reaves
Today, I was outside with the class. We’ve done so many things this past month and change. The women weren’t perfect shooters, but they could shoot. They knew how to take the gun apart, clean it, load it with bullets, and break it down. For now, until they became perfect shooters, I just wanted them to be familiar with the guns and not be afraid of them. When this course started, so many women were afraid to even hold the gun, and the day that we started shooting, I remember one of the girls having a whole panic attack because the loud roar of the guns going off had scared the shit out of her.
One of the girls put a smile on my face this morning when she came in. She told me that she’d gone out over the weekend with her girls, and how they had to stop at the gas station late at night for gas. She told me how a dude walked up on her while she was at the pump, trying to rob her for the Rolex watch that she had on her wrist, but she was strapped, having a gun on her waist, that she was able to swiftly pull out like I’d taught her, letting that nigga know that she would blow his head off if he took another step. To me, that was a success story. That woman didn’t own a gun before this course started. Never even held one, so to know that I’d built her up like that, where she was comfortable,and strong with pulling her shit out, and using it if she had to, it made me happy because that was the goal with this class.
Today, I had the girls conditioning. Had a whole obstacle course going on out here. I’m talking tire flipping, crawling drills, running, the whole nine. When the course started, the girls knew that conditioning would be a major part of the class. I loved to work out, so I wanted to incorporate some workouts into the courses. This was typically the day that most of the women hated, and they would often complain about it, but it was one of those things where they would thank me in the end.
“Oop. Look who just got here,” Benelli said, tapping me on my arm, getting my attention. Benelli called me last night, telling me that she was free this morning, so she would come and help.
Benelli’s been to a few of the classes, and each time she came, I would thank her for coming. Nyne has only been down once, which I wasn’t tripping about because she stayed on the road with her husband. I knew that her husband and kids came first. Beretta hasn’t made her way over yet, but she tells me all the time how proud she is of me and constantly reminds me that she feels bad for not coming, but my sisters had a lot of shit going on, so I was understanding. This was my business that I wanted to create, and when I created it, I didn’t do it with any expectations of my sisters coming down and helping. Anything that they did for me was just going to be a plus. I wasn’t putting any kind of demands on them.
I turned my head, so that I could see who it was that my sister was talking about. It was Riot running in. Well, her ass tried to jog in, but then she slowed down, and she limped her ass in. I was surprised to see that she was running late. She was often on time. When I took roll this morning, and I saw that she was absent, I was shocked, being as though she’d never missed a day. I knew that her and Dolo were back from Mexico because I was in the room the other night with Loco when Dolo called him,telling him all about Mexico. Riot had her a nice tan too. I could see it from where I was standing.
You could see the fight in her eyes that she was trying her best to walk normal. I’m sure she was talking to herself in her head, convincing herself that she was walking normal, and that everything was fine, but baby, as a woman with eyes, and as a woman that knew that walk… that walk where you try to cover up the fact that you’ve been fuckin, I can tell you right now that she wasn’t doing a great job at covering it up.
“Hi. I’m sorry. I overslept. I didn’t want to just not show up. I still got time, right?” she asked, coming over to where Benelli and I were standing. I could see the look of exhaustion all in her eyes. Don’t get me wrong, still pretty as hell, but you could tell that she was running low on sleep.