Chapter 8
I lifted her gown up, and rubbed her ass. I squeezed a handful of her left cheek and that muthafucka jiggled in my hand like jello. I pulled my dick out my boxers, spread her cheeks and was about to slide in from behind, when she woke up and rolled over towards me, rubbing her eyes.
“What are you doing?” She asked groggily.
“I was about to wake you up to some breakfast in bed.” I joked.
“Don’t play with me Gutta. You know I don’t even play like that. You gotta taste it first.” She rubbed her eyes again, still half sleep.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m gone do more than taste it.
” I responded and wasted no time pulled the cover off, getting between her legs and diving head first into pussy.
She was warm and as soon as my tongue touched her clit, she got juicy wet.
Simone moaned softly, as she grabbed my head and rotated her hips.
Just as I felt her body tense up, and she was about to cum, I got up. She cried and begged me to finish.
“Pleaseeee! Finish! why would you stop right now?”She whined.
“Nope! Cause when you cum, you get lazy and I have to do all the work. Get up, put yo knees in the bed and toot that ass up. Head touching the headboard! NOW!” I demanded. She licked her lips, gazed into my eyes and quickly got up to do exactly what I said.
I admired the view of Simone from behind bent over, before I got behind her and got a good grip on her waist. I slid in her pussy slow.
Immediately, the room was filled with that wet, swooshing sound as I slowly stroke in and out of her.
She moaned while she threw her ass back on me.
She matched my strokes and damn near made a nigga bust early.
I pulled Simone’s ponytail and yanked her head back with one hand, while I smacked her ass with the other.
Never losing my rhythm as I fucked the shit out of her.
Simone asked to ride me, and we switched positions while I let her do her thing.
After another 30 mins and both of us had came twice, it was time to get up and shower to start our day.
“Damn, I love the fuck out of you. You know that?” I asked Simone.
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” She said after we finished brushing our teeth and was getting into the shower together.
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An hour later, I was standing in front of my mirror fixing my collar when Simone came back into the room looking at me sideways.
“Where are you going looking and smelling like that?”
I turned around and looked at her. She had her hands on her hips and that expression on her face that she got when she was deciding whether to be suspicious or turned on.
“I got a business meeting to hit up,” I said.
“Business meeting?” She repeated it flat, like she wasn’t buying it. “Dressed like that?”
“I always look good, let’s not forget that now.”
“Gutta, please don’t start that,” she rolled her eyes at my truth.
“Simone.” I walked over to her and put both hands on her face and looked at her in the eyes.
“Baby after the way you wore me out this morning you never have to worry about me stepping out on you. I wouldn’t even have the energy.
I can barely button this shirt right now cause I’m so damn weak, if I’m being honest.”
She laughed in spite of herself and pushed my hands away. I pulled her back and kissed her and felt her smile against my mouth before she pulled away again.
“Go to your meeting,” she said.
“I’ll be back later. We doing dinner tonight.” I went back to the mirror and finished with my collar. “You cooking or you want me to handle it?”
She was quiet for a second too long.
I looked at her reflection.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her phone and something in her posture told me before she said a word.
“The renovation people called,” she said. “My place is ready. I’m going home tonight Gutta.”
I turned around all the way.
“Why.”
“Because that was always the plan. This was temporary. My place is done and I need to go back.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense. I have a home of my own.”
“We’re about to buy one together.” I crossed my arms. “If we’re making that move anyway why are you going back there. Just put it on the market now and stay here until we close on the new place. I’ll handle everything. You don’t have to worry about none of it.”
She looked at me and I could see her thinking hard on it. Wanting to say yes and finding reasons not to.
“That’s a big step Deon.”
“We’re already taking it soon anyway. What’s the difference between taking it now and taking it in the next few months.”
“The difference is I like having my own space sometimes and I’m not ready to give that up completely until we are moving into OUR home that we purchase together.”
I looked at her for a time.
“Yeah alright,” I said.
She looked at me like she knew exactly what that meant.
“Don’t yeah alright me.”
“Gutta—”
I walked over and kissed her forehead and grabbed my keys off the dresser.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I said. “Before you make any moves about going anywhere, just know I’ll act a fool if you don’t have yo ass in this house once I make it back.”
She called my name again as I walked out but I was already down the hallway, and I let the front door close behind me because I wasn’t about to stand in there and argue about something that wasn’t happening.
Simone going back to that house was not something I was going to allow and she was going to find that out tonight.
I’d gotten too used to be laid up with my baby.
I didn’t want to sleep without her again.
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Riverside Park was quiet for this time of morning. A few people walking dogs, a couple of joggers, nobody paying attention to anything that wasn’t their own business. I was standing near the entrance with the Minnie Mouse under my arm when Sandra’s car pulled into the lot.
On the way here, I stopped at Target near my house and grabbed the cutest bear that I could find, and it was a Minnie Mouse. I hoped that baby girl liked it, I didn’t know what else to get a kid.
Sandra parked, and she got out first. Big sunglasses on, head moving around like she was scanning every inch of the park, making sure she wouldn’t be spotted. This woman was a damn trip.
She looked like a woman who was doing something she knew that she had no business doing, and had shown up anyway because she didn’t have a choice.
I shook my head.
Then the back door opened and Amara climbed out her booster seat, then out the car.
And everything I had been telling myself on the drive over went away.
She was wearing a little yellow dress and her hair was in two puffs. She was looking around the park the way kids looked at something that they found exciting.
Like everything in it was interesting and worth examining. Sandra took her hand and they walked toward me. I stood there and waited and the closer they got the more certain I became about everything.
She looked exactly like me.
Not kind of. My hair texture on her head. My thick eyebrows sitting on her little face. My jaw. My eyes. Everything that made my face my face was sitting right there on this little girl walking toward me holding her mama’s hand, she was just the pretty version.
I felt something move through my chest that I didn’t know existed until the first day that I saw her at that store.
When they got close I hugged Sandra loosely and she hugged back stiff and uncomfortable, keeping her eyes on the park around us like somebody was going to see her.
Then I crouched down.
Amara looked at me with those eyes — my eyes — and she didn’t look away. Kids that age usually went shy around strangers. She didn’t. She just looked at me steady and open like she was trying to figure something out.
“Hey,” I said. “My name is Deon. You can call me D if you want.”
She tilted her head.
Then she reached out with both hands and put them on my face.
I went still. Her little touch sent a shock through me.
She touched my eyes first with her little fingers.
Then my beard. Then she grabbed one of my ears examined it.
Her face was completely serious the way kids got when they were doing something important.
I let her do all of it without moving because something about this moment felt like it needed to happen exactly the way it was happening and I didn’t want to interrupt it.
When she pulled her hands back she looked at me like she had confirmed something.
I held up the Minnie Mouse.
Her whole face lit up.
“MINNIE.” She grabbed it out of my hands and held it against her chest and then looked back at me. “Minnie is my favorite.”
“I was hoping so.” I just knew it was the right thing to say.
She threw her arms around my neck and held on.
I put one hand on her little back and held her.
I felt something in me that I had never felt before in my life.
If was love on a different level and I didn’t even know this baby girl.
Like a door I hadn’t known existed had just swung wide open and light was coming through it.
This shit was hard to put in words. Yeah, I could be a hard and dangerous nigga, but that little hug made me want to be a completely different man.
I stood up slowly with her still holding the bear and looked at Sandra who was standing there with her arms crossed watching me with an expression I couldn’t fully read.
I took Amara’s hand and we walked a few steps away so I could crouch back down next to her.
“Do you know who I am,” I asked her quietly.
She nodded like it was obvious.
“My daddy from my dreams,” she said. “Not my daddy at home. My other daddy. I told mommy I see you when I sleeping.”
I looked up at Sandra.