As he moved his hips in a circular motion, making me fall apart, he said, “As long as you call me Saeed.”
“Yessss… baby… yessss!”
Shit I would call him anything he wanted with the way he was dicking me down. The shit should have been illegal.
As my body shattered into a million pieces, with the force of my release, I had the crazy thought that maybe he was so good at sex was because he studied pussies for a living.
Yup… he’s officially made me crazy from the dick.
I was done. Hooked. Dickmatized.
My mind was so gone off the dick, that I barely registered Ahmad pulling out of me and spurting his seed onto my stomach.
We were both… gone off the sex.
I turned and looked over at him and he was looking back with a cocky smirk.
“You’re getting up with Ahmir,” I told him.
“Only to bring him to you to nurse.”
“Mm huh.” I mumbled because I couldn’t do anything else.
Dreamland came over me, and played back the amazing sex we just had.
14
Fourteen - Ahmad
Ahmir was doing great. He was a happy baby. No one would even be able to guess he was a preemie. After being in the hospital for a little over a month, and home with us for three months, Ahmir was right on trend with his development.
Jameela wanted to try and go back to work, so I took care of hiring a nanny. It only took Jameela one week of missing Ahmir to decide that she only wanted to go back to work part time.
From what I knew of her relationship with Kennedy, she was more than amenable to her spending less time at the office. And by the conversations I overheard, Kennedy didn’t understand why she wanted to come back to work at all. Especially as she put it…with a rich, fine ass doctor for a baby daddy.
I pretended that I didn’t hear that conversation.
I didn’t just want to be her baby daddy.
Jameela was perfect in every way possible, and I was starting to wonder if the universe was giving me a special gift that was her… and my beautiful baby boy.
In just a short time, I was in deep like with Jameela, and if I sat quietly, really taking stock of my feelings, I’m sure there was love there. I just wasn’t sure if it was a subject that should be broached so early in an already complicated situation.
After she basicallyorderedme to give her some dick, I spent most nights in her bed, making sweet love to her. The other nights, I spent sleeping on the floor of our son’s nursery, simply wanting to be close to him.
I guess I was so distracted with everything going on in my mind, that I didn’t even notice Daran come into my office… until I felt a balled-up piece of paper hit my head.
“What you over there daydreaming about, Maad?” He asked.
“Life,” was the only reply I could manage.
“Yeah, well… you definitely have one hell of a life. Some real live cinema shit going on,” he chuckled. “How’s it going at home, anyway?”
“I’ve been at Jameela’s this entire time. I’ve been by my place to pack clothes… that’s it.”
“Word? So y’all a family now?”
“D, I’m not sure what we are. All I know is that I wanted to make sure her and Ahmir were good. Next thing I know, I’m diving between her legs damn near every night. I’m so damn confused.”
