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  “Just sit on it and stop playing with it,” Dontae ordered, trying to guide me down by placing his hands on my waist, but I quickly slapped his hands away. I wanted to move at my own pace. I didn’t want him trying to control my movements. I guess I was taking too long, because he grabbed me back by my waist and sat me all the way down on his ten inches.

  “Dontaeee ohhhh,” I gasped out loud as tears escaped my eyes and ran down the sides of my face.

  I was too mad that he roughly sat me on him like that, but this shit was beginning to feel too good. The tears were no longer due to the pain; they were falling because he was dicking me down so good that I couldn’t control it. The way he pumped inside of me so deep and rough was making me go crazy.

  “Fuck, I can’t believe this shit feel so good. Soft, tight pussy,” Dontae growled out, placing hard kissed onto my neck. I didn’t miss a beat either, because every time he long stroked me, I would catch it. I was not about to let this man out fuck me and live to talk about it tomorrow.

  “Slow your ass down,” Dontae said, guiding my hips nice and slow, noticing that I was beginning to take over the whole show. I could feel my walls squeeze his dick, and I knew I was about to start cumming again.

  “Waittt…..babyyy….I’m cumming,” I said, pushing him back down because he was getting ready to lift me up.

  I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath. Dontae slapped me on my ass real hard, leaving it to sting. I swear, I felt like I had just ran a damn race or some shit by the way that I was breathing. I was on cloud nine right now, and my body felt like it was going to give out on me any second now. I let out a soft whimper when I looked at Dontae’s still hard dick. I don’t think that my body would allow me to go another round.

  “Turn your ass around,” Dontae said, waiting for me to get up, but I couldn’t move at all.

  “Baby, that’s it. I can’t move,” I told him, still lying on top of him with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

  “That pussy is just out of shape right now, but I’m about to work that shit out real good! You ain’t have no dick in a long ass time, I ain’t letting you tap out that soon,” Dontae said to me.

  I could not move for shit. He had only went one round with me, and your girl was already through. Getting the hint that I wasn’t about to get up no time soon, he pulled me up and lifted his shirt over his head, still holding me with one arm. Once his shirt was off, he stood up and placed me on my feet, turned me around, and bent me over on the chair. A second later, I could feel him munching on my swollen pussy lips.

  I gasped in ecstasy, putting my hair over my shoulder and turning around to look at him. I couldn’t control my loud moan for shit. The way he made love to my pussy with his mouth was unexplainable. When I felt him pull my clit between his teeth, I arched my ass up higher, trying to give him better access.

  “Baby that feels so good,” I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside my wetness, while making circles with his tongue over my clit.

  “Oh shit! Right there! Right there baby!” I screamed once he had licked his way to my spot. After I came, he took his lips from the bottom of my pussy all the way back up to my clit and licked me dry. My clit and my body kept shuddering at the same time, due to all of the attention that he was giving my body. Right when I thought that he was done with me, I felt his dick slide inside me and I let out a loud squeal, due to the unexpected feeling. He gripped two handfuls of my ass cheeks and was fuckin me long, deep, and slow.

  “Ohh…God, go slower baby,” I moaned, trying to move up a little bit because he was feeding me all ten inches of him, to the point that I could feel him in my damn chest.

  “Unt uhh, stay that ass right there,” he demanded, pulling me back roughly into him. This man wasn’t playing no games with me. I felt like at any moment, I was liable to pass out.

  I was moaning uncontrollably to the point where Dontae had to put his hand over my mouth. When all he heard coming from me was soft whimpers, he finally removed his hands.

  “Dontae...Dontaeee...I’m cumming baby, baby cum with me,” I begged, because I knew after I released this one that I would be done.

  “Shit I’m right there too baby,” he growled in my ear. He gave five more deep strokes, and he came too. He picked me up and laid me on his chest.

  “I know now that I can’t fuck your ass in public,” he teased, kissing me on my forehead.

  I slapped him across his head and laid on his chest. After fixing ourselves up, we headed back to his car and after getting inside, it just hit me that I finally gave up the goodies. I didn’t regret what I had just done with him at all. The way he handled every inch and curve of my body was perfect. Yes, he was rough with me, but I loved it. I also knew after only one night of sex with him, that I was already gone. I just couldn’t wait to see what the future held for Dontae and me.

  Chapter 8: Imani

  I just checked online to look at my grades and see if I had passed my finals and sure enough, your girl had straight A’s. I was too excited about that, because hard work had actually paid off with all of that studying that I had been doing. I decided that I would take the next semester off, because God knows that I needed a break from school. When I graduated high school I went straight to college, so I figured it would be a great time to just chill out next semester. I’m not saying that I wasn’t going to go back to college, I just felt that this semester, I was too overwhelmed and I didn’t want to experience that again next semester.

  I was over at my parent’s house, and I knew they were going to flip out once I told them that I would take a break from school. My mother was an elementary school principal, and she was real big on education, so I knew that she would be the one that would flip the most. Now my daddy, on the other hand, might let me get a pass this time, but I knew that he wasn’t going to have it another semester. Growing up, that’s how it always was in our household. My mom was always the strict one, whereas my dad let me get away with a lot of things, which is why whenever I would want to do something, I would always ask my dad first because usually nine times out of ten, my mom wouldn’t agree with whatever it was that I had going on.

  I walked over to my mom with my gold iPad Air 2 and showed her my grades that I had made. It was just the two of us in the kitchen since my daddy was upstairs in his office doing some paperwork.

  “That’s good, Mani. I’m really proud of you, even though I knew you could do it. So what are your classes looking like for the following semester?” she asked, getting right to the point. Damn, this shit was going to be even harder than I thought.

  “Mommy, I think I’m going to sit next semester out,” I said, taking the iPad from out of her hands and taking my seat back on the chair in front of island.

  “And why is that?” she asked, putting a frown on her beautiful face. No matter what, my mother had always been beautiful. She didn’t even look like she was 44; in fact, she could pass for being my big sister. She had a small frame, which I took after her, and high yellow skin that was absolutely flawless. Right now, she was wearing a Burgundy mid-thigh dress, with a pair of black slides on her feet. Her long, jet-black hair was pulled up into a bun, and for her to be dressed so simple, she looked so beautiful.

  “It’s just Ma, all I do is go to school. I’m tired, mentally and physically,” I whined.

  “You take next semester off, then you’ll want to sit out the semester after that. I just don’t want you to forget about your education, baby,” my mom preached to me.

  “I won’t make it a habit,” I told her.

  “Okay Mani. So what’s been up? What do you plan on doing that you can’t seem to take your ass to school?” my mom snapped.

  “I plan on relaxing. Having fun, things that I can’t do while I’m in school,” I told her.

  “I guess. So how are Nae and Breesha?” she asked me.

  “Nae is good. Breesha got her a new boyfriend, so she’s barely even home,” I told my mom.

  “That’s goo
d. And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” my mom asked, walking over to the stove to start dinner.

  “No I don’t Mommy, but as soon as I get one, I will let you know,” I said, standing up to kiss her on the cheek, and then headed upstairs so that I could see what my daddy was up to. I could already feel that my mom was about to start getting on my nerves, so I needed to take a quick break from her. After taking the steps two at a time, I was standing in front of the door to my daddy’s office. I didn’t hear him on the phone or anything, so I gently tapped on the door.

  “Come in,” my dad said.

  I opened the door and walked inside of my father’s office. He had numerous amounts of paperwork lying around on his desk, and I could look at him and tell that he was tired.

  “Hey princess. When did you get here?” my dad asked, standing up to give me a hug.

  “I’ve been here for a while. I was downstairs talking to Mommy,” I said, smiling at him. My daddy was so handsome. I took pride in staring at his beautiful hazel eyes. Outside of work, my dad was in the gym every chance he got, which led him to be so muscular. Funny, because his muscular frame fit perfectly with my mother’s petite frame. My dad kept his hair cut in a short low boy, and he was always dressed up in his three-piece suits, but right now since he was in the house, he was sporting a pair of sweats and a tank.

  “Oh yeah, and what were y’all down there talking about?” my dad asked, taking his seat back in front of his desk.

  “Daddy, what do you think about me sitting next semester out?” I asked, taking the chair, facing him.

  “I believe in procrastination. So I think that if you decided to take next semester off, that you might procrastinate on going onto the semester after that. Mani, I didn’t get to where I am by taking semesters off, neither did your mom. You’re grown now, and I’m not about to tell you what you can or cannot do with your life. That’s your decision, baby girl,” he let me know.

  After staying in there with my dad for a few more minutes and talking about everything that was going on in my life, we headed downstairs to have dinner as a family. I could tell that my mother was a little hot with me, so after I ate I hugged them both and headed home. I didn’t feel like arguing with my mother, so I felt as if it was best that I go before I say some shit that I might regret later on down the line.

  Thirty minutes later, I was pulling up to the condo that Breesha and I shared together. When I pulled up to the house, I saw Dontae’s red, 2015 Ford mustang parked in front of the condo. The car was still running and when I walked past, I noticed Rashard was sitting in the passenger seat with the phone glued to his ear, smiling. I shot him a nasty look and kept it moving. I didn’t like the way he came at me that night at TGI Friday’s. His personality came off as arrogant, and I didn’t like it one bit. I wasn’t about to be like these other girls that probably kissed his ass on a daily basis. Besides, from the way he was on the phone smiling from ear to ear, he probably already had himself a little girlfriend.

  “Damn, so you just gon’ walk past like you don’t see a nigga?” he asked, getting out of the car and jogging up so that he could catch up to me.

  I hate to admit it, but he looked so fuckin fine in his gray Nike joggers and his white tank top, with a pair of fresh white, low top Air Force Ones on his feet. No doubt, his appearance was everything, it’s just that arrogance that I couldn’t put up with.

  “I didn’t see you,” I lied, turning around so that I could go inside the house.

  I felt some type of way when I walked past and saw him on the phone smiling. I knew I wasn’t his girlfriend or anything, but I was kind of jealous. He walked over to me and stood directly in front of me, his body mounted over my small, short frame.

  “First off, let me apologize for the way I came at you that night, I was wrong,” he said, and it shocked the hell out of me. I just knew that he was coming over here to say some bullshit out of his mouth, but boy was I wrong.

  “Apology accepted,” I said, looking at him like I could care less, even though I was smiling on the inside.

  “So where you coming from? It’s ten at night, you just left your nigga house?” he asked me, and I could have sworn I heard a hint of jealousy laced in his voice.

  “Umm no, but since we asking questions, who were you talking to on the phone that had you smiling from ear to ear?” I shot back.

  “I thought you said you didn’t see me?” he asked, catching me in my lie. I laughed when I realized that I had been caught.

  “So answer my question,” he said seriously.

  “I’m coming from my parent’s house,” I told him, truthfully. “Now answer my question,” I said.

  “What was your question?” he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth.

  “Who were you on the phone with?” I wanted to know.

  “Nobody important,” he stated simply.

  “Okay,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and turning to walk off.

  “Wait, why you walking off?” he asked, jogging and trying to catch up with me.

  I already knew that he was on the phone with a bitch. I mean, I wasn’t his girl, so I didn’t see why he felt the need to lie about something as simple as that. When he realized that he wasn’t going to get an answer, he stood right in front of me and made me look at him.

  “Come on Imani-”

  “How did you even know my name?” I asked, cutting him off because I never even told him.

  “Come on girl. My cousin is your cousin’s nigga, he told me,” he said. “Let me get your number,” he pulled out his phone from his back pocket and handed it to me.

  After I saved my number, I went to his recently called log and saw that he was on the phone with somebody named Shay. I deleted her number out his phone, blocked it, and handed it back to him. Call it petty, but I didn’t trust a bitch like that around him that would have him smiling so damn hard. I wanted to be the only one that was able to get him to show those deep ass dimples.

  “I’ll be calling you, so stick by your phone so you can hear from a nigga,” he said.

  “Okay,” I told him, turning to head in the house.

  “And tell Dontae to hurry his ass up too. He been in there damn near an hour,” he told me.

  I laughed and told him okay. When I walked in the house, Dontae was leaving out of Breesha’s room with a big ass smile on his face. This was a daily routine for their asses. If she wasn’t spending the night with him, he would come over late at night for a quickie and I would be in my room, trying to sleep but couldn’t due to Breesha’s loud ass. Shit was funny at first, but now it was annoying. I was so happy Donate was leaving so I wouldn’t have to hear them in there fuckin tonight.

  “Mani, when she wake up, tell her I said don’t forget about tomorrow,” he said, walking over and giving me a hug. Since Breesha and Dontae started dating, he had become like a big brother to me and I loved him for my big cousin. I felt like he kept her happy, and she always had a smile on her face. At the rate they were going though, he was going to fuck around and get her ass pregnant real soon. Breesha with kids? I never thought that I would see the day that would happen, because her ass was so damn mean.

  I didn’t know what Dontae was talking about that was supposed to happen tomorrow, but I said okay. I knew that Breesha would tell me in the morning anyways. I walked him to the door and led him out. After he was gone, I put on the alarm and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. As soon as I finished, I threw on my headscarf, brushed my teeth, put on my pajamas and was out for the count, or so I thought, until my phone started ringing. I picked up the phone and noticed that it was Rashard calling me.

  “Hello,” I answered, laying back down with the phone glued to my ear.

  “What’s good, lil one?” he said, and I could hear loud music in the background.

  “Rashard don’t call me that! And where are you? It’s so loud,” I said, pulling the phone away from my ear.

  “I’m at my nigga crib. Hold on, let me go
on the porch,” he said, and I could hear some shuffling going on; that’s when his background was quieter.

  “You got a nigga out here taking requests from you like I’m your bitch,” he laughed, and so did I.

  “What you doing? I hope you in the bed,” he told me.

  “Yeah I am, I was actually about to go to sleep until you called. And if I wasn’t in the bed, then what?” I asked him.

  “I don’t need my girl out at night if I’m not with you,” he told me.

  Laughing, I asked, “And when did we establish this? Where is Shay?” I asked, wanting to know his answer.

  “We just established it. And shit I don’t fuckin know! How you know Shay?” he asked me.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I let him know.

  “Your ass deleted her number out my phone huh?” he asked me, laughing.

  “No, why would you think that?” I asked, lying through clenched teeth.

  “You wild, Imani. But I was just checking on you to make sure you was good. I’m going to let you go to sleep now, and I’ll call you in the morning, okay?” he asked me.

  “Okay, that’s fine. Goodnight,” I said, smiling.

  “Goodnight, lil one,” he said, and ended the phone call.

  Imani

  I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. I hurried out of the bed and walked inside the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I got in the kitchen, Breesha was sitting down at the table about to eat. It was only eight in the morning, but it felt much earlier. I normally slept till about 9:30 on the weekends, but the smell of breakfast being cooked woke me up out of my sleep. Crazy, because Breesha’s ass never cooked. She would cook every blue moon, so her ass must have got dicked down real proper last night to the point that she would get up and make us breakfast.

  “Good morning cousin, I put your food in the microwave,” she said.

  “Good morning and thank you,” I said, taking the food out the microwave. Breesha had cooked French toast, ham, cheese eggs, and grits–all of my breakfast favorites. I sat down at the table with her once I had filled my cup with orange juice.