1. Royal #3
I kissed her lips when she turned her head to me.
She hadn’t seen the nursery. I wasn’t sure if I would show it to her.
I slowly pulled my dick from her ass and watched him leak on the floor.
Her body trembled, and she moaned. I gently pulled her ponytail, then kissed her lips.
She was so addicting. I didn’t want to stop to even drive a mile away.
Pulling away from her, I sat on the seat and pulled my pants on. When she tried to get up, I said, “Just lay there, baby. I’ll help you out when we get to my place. At least we’ll have more privacy. I don’t want none of these niggas seeing you naked.
She smiled slightly. “Okay.”
She looked spent. I quickly got out and drove to my place as I heard her phone ringing.
I didn’t know where the fuck she had that phone, because I never saw it.
She silenced it, and I heard it drop. I chuckled slightly as she said, “I’m tired.
I don’t feel like talking to anybody. That was your sister. ”
I glanced at her as I turned into Henderson village.
Out of the blue, I wondered who she thought the father of her children was.
She obviously didn’t give a fuck about him if she was fucking with me while she was pregnant.
I turned into my driveway and went into the garage.
Once the door closed, I got out and went to the back seat to help her out.
Her freaky ass had other shit on her mind though.
She’d come completely out of her dress, so I took all my clothes off too.
I helped her out of the vehicle and watched her walk past me.
She was so fucking fine. I couldn’t help but reiterate that shit every time I saw her, especially when she was naked.
She went to the front of my vehicle and placed her hand on the hood, I supposed trying to see how hot it was.
It shouldn’t have been that hot. I was parked under trees at the family barn and at the clinic. So it wasn’t exposed to direct sunlight. The engine wasn’t running that long either. Apparently, it was bearable because she climbed her ass on my hood. She lay on her back and spread her legs.
“You tryna fuck up my paint, Aaliyah?”
“You tryna tell me that you aren’t?”
She slid her hands to her pussy and started roughly finger fucking herself while staring at me. “You don’t want this pussy again, Royal? Please come fuck me.”
I went to the bathroom in the garage and washed my dick off. She couldn’t have remembered I was just in her ass. She’d mess around and get a mean ass bacterial infection if I didn’t clean up. However, she also knew I would have a hard time telling her no, because I never did.”
After washing up, I came back to see her still on the hood, tweaking her nipples. I climbed up there with her and slid my dick to home plate.
“A nigga can’t have nothing nice wit’ yo’ ass. Gon’ have dents all in my shit. The inside already fucked up. I thought yo’ ass was tired.”
She spread her legs in a V as I plummeted her shit.
She smiled slightly, then pulled me down to her.
I kissed her hungrily. Sliding my tongue all over her lips.
This woman could get whatever she wanted from me.
She thought that only pertained to sex, but I meant that shit with my soul.
I knew money wasn’t shit for her, but I also knew there were things in this life that she wanted.
I would do my best to make sure she had them.
“Royaaaaalll, I’m cumming . . . all over your . . . hundred thousand dollar . . . vehicle! Shiiiiit!”
“Fuck it up, Aaliyah. Fuck this shit all the way up, baby.”
I fucked her harder as she drowned my dick in her juices. When I blasted off deep in her pussy, I nearly collapsed on top of her. I finally eased out of her and got off the hood to see the dent in that shit. I slowly shook my head as I helped her off it, cradling her in my arms.
“I’m glad to have you back, Liyah. Although it was only a brief pause, I thought we were done, baby.”
I kissed her head as she smiled slightly. She didn’t say a word, just laid her head against me and rested her hand on her belly. She was damn near six months pregnant. Those babies were probably pissed as much as we fucked. When I saw her stomach move, I chuckled. “They probably mad as fuck.”
She giggled. “Probably. Maybe they’ll be so tired when they’re born, they’ll sleep more instead of running me ragged.”
I chuckled, then kissed her head as I went to the door to go inside the house. This was one time I was happy I built my garage like it was part of the house. Most of my cousins had their garages detached and only connected by a breezeway. The side door to my garage led right into the house.
I set Aaliyah on top of the washing machine, so I could lock the door.
I’d left it unlocked when I was rushing to get to the wedding on time.
Once we were inside, I took her to the bathroom in my bedroom, and began running bath water so she could soak, then went back to the garage to get our things.
I could hear my phone ringing before I could even get to it. When I saw my dad’s number, I ignored his call, then texted.
I’ll call you back. I’m at home with Aaliyah.
A’ight, nigga.
I chuckled, then grabbed all our things and made it back inside. Today had been tiring, and it wasn’t over. I’d felt a wide spectrum of emotions, and I could only hope that whoever was the father of her kids wouldn’t be on bullshit, threatening to ruin our good time.