Goon #2
“Fuck this dick back, Baby… yeah… fuck… harder.” I slammed into her harder each time, her hand slipping from the marble wall.
She reached back, holding onto me, and I continued to fuck her the way I knew she wanted to be. “Ha…harder, Daddy… Harder,” she squealed.
Her wish was my command. I held onto her as I took a seat onto the bench. She slowly sat on my dick, holding onto my knees. She bounced up and down so hard, her hand reached up to hold her breast in place.
I watched as she tossed her head back, and I reached up and grabbed her titties for her. Playing with the nipples, she continued to moan and try to catch her breath, as her hands returned to my knees.
Her ass lifted up, teased the tip of my dick and then she slammed herself back down, causing me to reevaluate life. I couldn’t let her ass out into the world fucking like that. I knew I would kill for this woman, but even then, I had my limits.
She was fucking me so good that my moms could look at her crazy, and I’d be ready to roll her ass into the pool.
When she slowed up, I held her hips tightly and slowly moved, bringing us both where we needed to be. “Daddy, I’m gonna cu…cum, ahh,” I continued to bite down on my lip while pushing her further and further to where I wanted her.
Holding onto my knees, she slammed down slowly, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me. Opening her legs, I could feel that pussy stretch as I continued to give her slow strokes, kissing her on the neck.
“You love me, Boobie?”
“Yes… yes, so much, Goo,” she moaned, as I slowed my pace.
That nut was right there, and from how she was whimpering in my arms, hers was, too. “You right there, my pretty baby… you right there, eh?”
“Yes, righh, righh there,” she whispered, holding onto my forearm, as I pushed us closer.
I was never one to rush a nut, and after not seeing my baby for some time, I wanted this moment.
Needed this shit.
Her body in my arms, us connected in this way, was what refueled a nigga like me. Niggas could have the hoes, I had something real, genuine, and fucking brilliant at home. Zoya was the kind of woman that hated men, but not hers.
“You my mean ass baby, eh?”
“Uh huh, baby.”
I kissed her temple. “No more running, right?”
“No more running, Goo.”
“Promise me, Boobie… need your word.”
She kissed my forearm. “I promise you, Gerald. I..I can’t leave because the dick is too good,” she moaned, when I shoved back.
I laughed, as I kissed her again. “I love you, Zoya. Never putting anybody above you and always protecting you. I need you to know you never have to question or fear this… only me and you gotta understand us, ight?”
She turned and kissed my lips. “Right.”
She pushed deeper into me, and that’s when I knew the dam was about to break. I held onto her tighter, slamming her down and we both released. If she wasn’t already pregnant, she would have been.
Both of us were catching our breath as I held her in my arms. I felt her hand move mine towards her stomach. “Us.”
I kissed her neck. “Me, mine, and mine.”
She giggled. “You cannot be possessive over us.”
I stared at her with a dead ass expression.
“I’m always going to be possessive over you.
Zoya, I think you’re fucking brilliant, rare, and I have touched some of the rarest art and jewels.
None of them shits equal up to you, Boobie.
I’ve been on the receiving end of losing someone valuable, and I’d never allow that to happen again. ”
She looked up into my eyes, as a tear slid down her face. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah. You gonna be my wife one day… I don’t say that shit because it sounds nice. I want you beside me always.”
“Even if I don’t convert.”
“Even if you don’t convert, baby.” I removed the hair from her face. “I’ll respect your wishes like you respect mine…okay?”
“Okay.” I kissed her lips and held her tighter.
Rubbing on her stomach, while kissing her neck. That was a little us inside of her, and I’d do whatever I had to, to protect them.
“Wash me up, Boobie.” I expected her to start with her shit, but she got up and went to grab a washcloth for me.
“Don’t be getting used to this shit, Gerald.”
“Stop cursing at me,” I smirked, as she rolled her eyes at me.
I was in this for the long game, and that meant continuing to prove to this woman that she could trust me. I could handle her rarest form, but we needed to have that mutual respect for each other.
You never knew how much rest your body needed until you got into the bed. After fucking the shit out my baby, we found ourselves in the bed. Like I knew she would, she put my arms around her and snuggled into me. I kissed her forehead gently until I heard those soft snores.
They weren’t soft, but anything my princess did was cute.
She refused to fart in front of me, but in due time she would be letting them go. If pregnancy had anything to do with it, I knew that shit would be sooner than later. When the sun came crashing through the shutters, I winced, pulling the sheet over my face.
Once I collected myself, I sat up and noticed my prayer mat had already been let out in the corner of the room. My duffle bag and bookbag were no longer near the dresser. I spotted my Nike house slippers near the bed.
My phone was on the night table plugged into the charger with my gun beside it.
Boobie’s side of the bed was empty, so I knew she was responsible.
Just as soon as I thought her up, the door opened and she carried a bed tray in her hands, with Bando right on her heels.
It wasn’t until our eyes met that I noticed they were red like she had been crying.
“What the fuck happened?” I ripped the sheet from me, carefully taking the tray, and putting her on my lap.
“Fucking Bando, man. You brought him here… Goo, why would you do that?” She looked at our dog, because I dare her ass to act like I wasn’t that nigga’s father.
With the way me and Khaos had to coach his big ass onto the jet and then boat, I was his mama, too. Fuck that.
I couldn’t leave the country without him. To her family, Bando was just her dog. I knew better and saw that this was the first thing she had opened her heart to. She allowed Bando in, and in return he loved her like she needed to be loved. He took my place until I could fully slide in.
Dogs had this loyalty that never wavered. However, humans were shitty, and some often couldn’t return that loyalty. I knew he was with her dog sitter, and when I called her, she was acting like I was trying to kill her. Bando had all his papers, because Zoya never played games when it came to him.
There was no way I was coming here and leaving behind our son. He was so over my shit when we arrived that he went over near the couch and plopped down on the carpet. I’d take that over his big ass trying to attack me after our long ass trek across the countries.
I held her chin and peered into her eyes. “Cause you deserve everything that you never ask for. To not be an afterthought. It’s my job to think of shit before you can, because you’ve always had to do that, Boobie. I want you to turn your brain off when Daddy’s near.”
She kissed my lips, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s so hard, Goo.”
“Takes time, but I’m patient. I respect that you’re big dawg, baby, but not when the biggest dawg is around… I handle shit for us.” I touched her stomach, as she smiled.
“Us.”
Bando stared at us both. “He dramatic just like his mama.”
“I resent that.” She stood up and cut her eyes at me, while rubbing her equally dramatic ass dog.
“No, you don’t… dramatic ass.” I slapped her ass. “You made me some fuel after you fucked it all out of me this morning.”
She blushed. “Yes. In the mornings I get everything ready in your mom’s bathroom for her, and I made you some breakfast while she got ready for the day.”
Staring at her, she put her hand onto her hip and rolled her neck while staring back at me. “What you mean, Boo?”
It was hard for me to comprehend what she was telling me.
Moms didn’t like help. She actually resented the shit and would struggle before she ever opened her mouth to ask for it.
Her pride was big, and I understood. It wasn’t easy going from doing everything on your own and being independent to now having to depend on people.
“I help your mother out when she needs me. In the morning, I run the shower, get her things put out onto the counter so she can reach them, and whatever else she needs.”
“How is she showering? I just brought her shower chair with me.”
Boobie started fanning her hands in her face to keep from crying. “Did you really?”
“Yeah, I know how hard it is for her to shower in foreign places. Wish I could have brought it to her sooner.”
Sniffling, she sat back down on my lap. “I figured out a solution that has been working. The pool chair works great in the shower.”
“She lets you help her?”
“At first, she wasn’t so receptive to the help. I understood though… it’s embarrassing.”
“She so damn stubborn.” I laughed.
Nodding her head, she agreed. “Mommy is very stubborn. She means well though, and she has every reason to feel the way she does. I told her that she never has to do that with me… I’ll help her whenever she needs me.”
When I heard her call my moms Mommy, that shit did something to me. It came out so naturally, and like she had been saying it forever.
“Jesusssss! Oh God!” I heard my mother scream.
Recommendation: Listen to “Thank You Mama” by Sizzla
Zoya had taken off before I could, and then Bando. I held onto the door nearly tripping as I was right behind them going down the stairs. When we got downstairs, my mother was in her chair with her arms around Khaos, while kissing him. When she looked over at us, her eyes widened once she saw me.
“Both my boys together… tah day?”
Tears welled in her eyes as she kissed her baby boy and reached for me. I didn’t even have a chance to put my shirt and sleep shorts on. Had me down here in damn briefs. I kissed her on the cheek, as she held both me and Khaos close to her.