Chapter 26 #2
“Tuh. I aint going no fucking where.” She folded her arms under her breasts.
“Oh, you getting out,” I contended.
“No, I’m not.”
With sudden fury, I yoked her up. “You got me fucked up,” I spat, as I opened my door, before snatching her entire body across the console.
“Jah!” She screeched, wildly kicking her feet, as I literally dragged her out of my truck.
“Fuck that!” I snarled, while dragging her onto the concrete. “I’m tired of going back and forth with you.” I fumed, before dropping back into the driver’s seat of my SUV.
Tyra was struggling to climb to her feet, while my door was already closed, and the Benz was in drive.
“I can’t believe you—” Tyra ranted, but I didn’t hear everything, because I was already pulling off, calling Raven’s phone, trying to see where the fuck she was at.
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“Man, what fuck?” I mumbled, as Raven flounced in front of my Benz, while I was parked in the driveway.
After blowing her line down, she’d eventually answered and told me that her and the kids had gone down the street to Jay Rock and Paris’s house.
Paris was Raven’s friend from 5th Ward, and in recent times, they’d been hanging out more often, especially since we now lived in the same area.
For me, I always encouraged Raven to reconnect with the girls she knew before me, because they were mostly realer in terms of being a good friend to her.
So, I fully embraced her relationship with Paris.
Plus, her nigga Jay Rock was cooler than a fan, and we’d genuinely developed our own friendship, outside of our women.
He was a hustler too, and I supposed that like recognized like.
All of that meant that I didn’t really trip about Raven hanging at Paris’s.
Even with the kids. But Raven had just had our fifth baby, just four weeks prior.
So, I honestly didn’t expect her to venture too far off without me.
Still, I knew that she was far from a homebody, which was why I had intended to take her out for a few to help her feel normal again.
But her being her, she’d gotten tired of sitting at home, and hadn’t bothered putting on real clothes.
Which indicated that she was very much still in the postpartum stage.
Because every-day Raven would’ve never left the house like that.
Even if she was just going down the street.
Rocking a pair of my Ralph Lauren boxers rolled up around her waist, along with a sports bra, she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.
Her hair sat at the crown of her head, bundled up in a extremely messy bun.
She was in her thickest form, which I loved.
She never really gained much weight with pregnancy and would drop it all, after having the babies.
Still, there were certain aspects of her body that were more pronounced, right after she’d give birth.
Especially those titties, thighs, hips, and ass.
In fact, her swollen titties were literally leaving wet stains on her sports bra, because the milk hadn’t dried up yet.
She was definitely on her bum shit, but still had my dick rock hard. The essence of carrying my baby was still all over, which would always be the biggest turn on for me.
“What, nigga?” She grumbled, as she pulled the passenger’s door open, and slid into the car. Immediately, her natural scent filled the car, enticing my senses. “Why did you pop up at these people’s house?”
I cut my eyes at her. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” She bucked her eyes.
“Why the fuck wasn’t you answering the phone?” I nicked her lip.
“Because, nigga.” She swatted my hand away. “I got five fucking kids. They be all over the damn place. Running off with my phone. Hollering. Dropping shit everywhere. You yourself know that, but always seem to forget when you’re away from them.”
“Cause I be with y’all. So, my phone be irrelevant. Duh.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, nigga.”
“What’s up with all these niggas you calling me?”
“Cause. You was talking big shit in those texts. Threatening me and shit. So, we aint cool, right now.”
“What chu mean? You literally just had my baby a month ago. This is a intimate time, where you still should be at home. So, of course, I’ma get agitated if I can’t reach you. And we both know that I’ma stop whatever I’m doing if I can’t get no answer on that phone.”
“Cause you like to baby-sit me, huh?” She assumed.
“No. I’m just doing what a man is supposed to do. Keeping up with his family.”
“Whatever, Jahrein.” She sighed. “You love to act like you this damn family man.” She made quotation marks with her fingers.
“Yeah, cause I am a family man.”
“Oh, really?” She sluggishly gazed at me.
I squinted. “You popped a handlebar?”
Her sneaky eyes wandered around. “Why?”
“Cause. I keep telling you not to take that shit, unless I’m at home, and I can tend to the kids once you pass out.”
“Well, you was taking too long to come, and these kids have been working my nerves. I need some extra fucking help.” She absently scratched her head.
I nodded. “I keep telling you that we can hire a nanny.”
“Yeah, yeah. That sounds good, until you using that same muthafucka to keep tabs on me.”
I lightly laughed. “You tripping.”
“No, I’m not, Jahrein. You’s a real fucking stalker. And I know that you been reading my fucking diary. Invading the hell out of my privacy.”
I licked my lips, choosing not to even indulge in that.
Because it was true. I was the type to go through everything.
And even regularly sniffed her dirty panties to ensure that there was no foreign scent present.
I literally studied Raven, and would sometimes play mind games.
Like pretend that I was leaving for the day, only to park down the street, and watch my house for a few hours.
And if she was away from home, I was gonna make it my business to pull up wherever she was, and scope things out.
Even if I never told her that I’d come through.
I was always somewhere watching, and she never knew when I’d pop up on her ass.
Yeah, maybe you could call it obsession or some shit, but I reasoned that I wasn’t that crazy, because at least she was my wife. So, I wasn’t a total creep, stalking a stranger.
“Look, you just stop popping those pills, girl.” I switched the subject.
“Yeah, Ion know ‘bout that. I feel like I’m floating, right now,” she gloated. “I like being high.” She goofily cheesed.
“Okay, I get that you like the feeling, but keep that shit to a minimum until I’m around. Then look at you. You can’t drive your truck home like this.”
“Well, I can just spend the night,” she giggled.
I frowned. “Now, you really got me fucked up.”
“Ummm,” she randomly moaned, while lifting her legs, and putting her feet underneath her, pressing her knees against her shoulders, practically squatting in the seat. “For some reason, Xanax be making my pussy throb.”
“What the fuck?” I chuckled at her unpredictability.
“Aint no what the fuck.” She locked eyes with me. “My pussy is purring, Jahrein, and I need you to fuck me.”
A chill shot up my spine, as I didn’t detect a hint of laughter. She was dead serious. That was different for her, because she mostly would preach about waiting til the six weeks was up to avoid pregnancy. Then she’d just stopped bleeding, and I hadn’t tried to fuck yet.
For some reason, I didn’t respond, as I watched her shimmy her ass out of my boxers. Then she lifted her titties out of the bra.
“What you waiting for, nigga?” She questioned, as she slid a finger between her fat pussy lips.
Saying nothing, I slid my seat back, and wrangled down my jeans and boxers, then shoes, before kicking the clothes completely off. Right after, I eagerly crawled over the console, and in between her legs.
Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I pressed a button, sliding her seat back. Then I gripped her knees, and pushed my dick into her slick opening.
“Ummm,” she hungrily moaned, while working her pussy back and forth on my shaft.
Her pussy was loudly smacking within the confines of my car.
“Oh, fuck.” She propped a foot on the door, while she fucked me from underneath.
“Got damn this pussy so fucking good,” I grunted in her ear. “You done fucked up, girl. You finna be right back pregnant. On God.”
“Just…just pull out,” she panted.
“Nah. Hell, nawl,” I growled, while pounding into her tightness. “I aint trying to hear that. Your freaky ass came out here seducing me. Knowing how I act when I get off up in you.”
She squeezed her muscles around my dick.
“See that? But you asking a nigga to pull out.”
“Tell me. Tell me why you wanna keep getting me pregnant, Jahrein.”
“Because I love you,” I responded easily. “And procreating with you is one of best ways to express my love for you. Being able to dig deep inside of you, and fill this pussy up, then a living being is created…is the most amazing shit I could dream of. I want us to have ten kids, baby,” I admitted.
“Ten?” she whimpered with her eyes closed. “Nigga, you’re losing your mind.”
“Nah, I’m very much sane. Tell me…tell me that you need me, baby.” I slid in and out of her.
“You know that I need you, boy.”
“Then tell me that you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you, Jahrein.”
“Got damn.” My body violently shook, as I busted in that pussy.
Saying nothing, Raven’s pussy pulsed around me.
“Damn, that was good.” I huffed, while kissing her lips. “Now, let’s go gather the kids, so we can go home and put their bad asses to sleep. And then I’ma fuck the shit out of you again. We gone break a record tonight. Babies gon be just a lil’ more than nine months apart.”