“So, after the therapy session, you going to come home then?” she asked, going back to that question. I laughed at that, took my hands out of her shirt, and I tossed my head back.
“I’m going to come home, Ya. We got to be at a point though where I’m going to come back to this motha fucka, and leaving isn’t an option,” I let her know.
“So, you’re not coming home then,” her voice cracked, and she tried to stand up, but I grabbed her arm, forcing her to stay in place.
“When the therapist asks you tomorrow what your flaws are, make sure you tell her this shit right here. You see what you were about to do? The second I said some shit that you didn’t want to hear, look what you were about to do. Start crying and probably fall out with me. You gotta stop doing that bullshit. That crybaby ass shit is not the way you tell me that you don’t like something that I said or did to you. Communicate with me. Let me know what the problem is,” I said to her, and tears were falling from her eyes as I said these things.
“Yeah…but Sevyn, I been doing everything… trying to get you to come back home, but you not doing it. Now I’m pregnant. You going to make me go through this pregnancy alone. We going tobe in two different households. That’s not fair to me,” she cried, using her hands to wipe away the tears that were falling from her face.
I had my hands planted on her ass the entire time, watching her come up with this false narrative of what she felt like was going to happen, and believe it. I didn’t even say shit because she knew damn well that that wasn’t going to happen. Like a nigga that was so used to her breakdowns, I groaned, and I threw my head back in agony.
“I need some motha fuckin weed, bruh,” I announced, knowing that I didn’t even smoke. Through her cries, she pushed me, and tried to stand up again, but just like the last time, I wouldn’t let her.
“You just be saying shit. I swear you do. For weeks, I been putting in overtime, trying to put a baby in you. You think Ima get you pregnant, just to leave you high, and dry, and have us going through this pregnancy in two separate households? Did I do that to you with the last two pregnancies?” I asked her.
“No, but?—"
“Nah. That was a yes or no question,” I cut her off.
“You didn’t, but Sevyn we were married,” she confessed.
“We not going to be living in two separate households Soraya. Ima come home, and we going to get it right,” I said.
“When though?” she asked, still crying.
“Ay, go lock the door. I didn’t lock it,” I said, about to fuck something.
She knew it herself that she was bitching, and whining, and what she needed to calm her ass down, and that’s why she quickly got up, went over to the bedroom door, locked it, and she came back over to me. She took her seat back in my lap, wiped her face, having it where there weren’t any tears left, but her eyes were still red. My hands went back to her ass, squeezing it, and I looked her in her eyes.
“You told me to grovel, and when I do it, you telling me to stop. I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, voice crying. If I didn’t already know that she was pregnant, I would have put it together now by her emotions. They were all over the fuckin place.
“Grovel is what I told you. You throwing a fuckin tantrum,” I corrected her. She didn’t say anything else. She just sat in silence, while looking at me. I cleared my throat, going to be the one to say something next.
“We going to do a mock trial next week. Ima stay over here for a week, just to give ourselves an idea of what it’s going to feel like again with me being back in the house. Can we agree on that?” I asked her, and she nodded her head yes, fine with my suggestion.
“You just stressed me the fuck out just the fast. Ride me right quick before the boys come up here, looking for me,” I told her, just needing any small reason to get some pussy.
It’s almost like she just knew that she did too much and had stressed a nigga out because she was quick with removing the silk top that she was wearing and tossing it behind her on the bed. The second she removed her shirt, and her beautiful titties were looking me right in my face, I leaned in, moving my head from her right nipple to her left, kissing both, and then I proceeded to gently sucking on her right one. She let out a soft moan, and then I removed my mouth from her nipple, sitting back in the chair, eyes on her, waiting for her to start.
She stood up from my lap for a second, so that she could remove her shorts, right along with her panties. I looked at her beautiful body in awe. Like a dog in heat, I was staring at her with my tongue damn near hanging out of my mouth. She came closer, so that she could go for the button on the slacks that I was wearing. Her hands moved fast, as she unbuckled the slacks, unzipped them, and she pulled big man out of my briefs. Mydick popped out, already standing tall at attention. Any time that I was around her, my dick would rock up, even on those days when we were beefing. Yaya pulled my slacks, and my briefs down to my ankles, crawled back in my lap, putting her feet on either side of me. One of her hands were planted on my chest, while the other one went for my dick, holding the shaft, and she used her hand to run it up, and down her wet pussy, and she sat down on that dick, moaning lowly, while looking me in my eyes. I put my hands on her ass cheeks, cuffing them from underneath, so that I could assist her in holding her weight up, along with still being able to touch her.
Her pussy felt so good that I was about to pull one of her moves and start crying in this bitch. It was so fuckin wet, so tight, and farting up a storm.
“I want you to come home, Law. I miss you so much. I love you so much. I’m going to fix my attitude. I swear. Anything you want me to do when you move back in, I’m going to do it. I’m going to start listening to you more. I promise. Shitttt,” she moaned, once I started moving my hips up under, matching the way she was bouncing up, and down on that dick. For Yaya to still be lingering on the topic of wanting me to come back, I knew that that was something that she was craving badly.
She had me biting my lip, eyes damn near rolling in the back of my head, as she was slamming that good pussy on me.
“I don’t believe the part about you listening to me more. You hardheaded,” I let her know, taking one hand off her ass, only so that I could slap her on it. Her body shuttered in my arms, and she brought her head closer to mine, so that our foreheads were touching.
“I’m going to listen, papi. I promise. Te sientes tan bien,” she cried out. (You feel so good.)
She pecked me on my lips and then pulled her head away from me. I had a good grip of her ass from below, looking herin her eyes, as she rode that dick. My toes were curling, and everything. I was in heaven.
“What my dick feel like?” I asked, not missing a beat of stroking her from below.
“Crackkkk,” her response had me smirking.
“It gotta be crack, baby. You used to tell me you wasn’t lying on your back again for another c- section. This dick that good to you baby, that I was able to get another baby out of you?” I had to ask.
