Journei
Happiness. That was what I felt sitting beside Christian. I could deny the merry feeling he provided, but that would be a lie straight from the pits. I had been in good spirits since Hunz texted that man to come over. I was in a jovial mood.
It was goin’ on ten at night, and my baby daddy decided to play games. I wanted my bed, and he drove right past the exit. I wasn’t upset. I was just ready to lay the fuck down. He fed me good, and I was tired.
“We can’t be goin’ home if you passed the exit. I’m tired, baby,” I complained.
“Five more minutes, mama. We’re almost there.”
I sat quietly as he continued to his destination ’cause I had no clue where the fuck we were goin’. I knew Nashville like I knew Chattanooga, and the exit he came up on was for the rich muthafuckas.
That exit led to a specific neighborhood that housed three to four houses max because of how much land each one came with. My nerves started acting up like Bebe’s kids. The fuck was he on?
I glanced at him to see his ass had a smile plastered on that handsome face of his. Before I could question him, he pulled into a roundabout driveway. I immediately shook my head.
“Fuck no. Take me back to my average ass condo.” I denied an offer that wasn’t given.
What I said amused him. Laughter filled the car when I was dead ass. Those houses held like eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms or some shit. Moving there was a future goal, not a then goal.
He ignored my refusal and parked the car in front of the steps. The steps alone looked as if they belonged to a museum or somethin’. That house was too much. Plain and fuckin’ simple.
I sat there as he got out and rounded the car to let me out. Hell, I wanted to ignore his hand when he opened the door, but I wanted to see the inside of the house too. I didn’t like him for having me torn.
I was ushered up the stairs and brought in front of a door that had no locks. I was confused on how we would get in until he gave it a command to open, and it did. Oh, a bitch was floored at that point.
Walking inside, I almost cried. I always wanted high ceilings, and that house provided them. The chandeliers that were scattered throughout the foyer were everything. My baby daddy had been busy.
The further we walked inside the house, the level of shock rose. That house was beautiful. During our week apart, he managed to buy us a home.
Why was he so perfect? re-entered my thoughts of questions. Did I mean that much to him that he would provide me with stability of this nature?
Tears fell as I walked up the stairwell. He had pictures printed off of us lined along the wall. They were pictures I had stored in my phone, but somehow, he got ahold of them. I was in awe.
Each door I opened was to a bedroom that was fully furnished. He went all out for lil’ ole me. It was honestly too much, but I didn’t know how to give it back. I didn’t deserve that much from anybody.
The second to last door I opened was the baby room. I erupted with laughter once I saw the layout. Everything in it was for a boy.
“I don’t think she’s goin’ to like this. You might want to have someone come and change that,” I said, still carryin’ a hint of amusement.
“Nah, we can just change one of these otha rooms into hers. I’m gettin’ my son one way or another.”
“Oh, is that right?” I flirted.
That unspoken offer he gave at Hunz’s crib to relax me was about to be accepted. He walked up behind me and kissed me along my injured shoulder. For a second, I got emotional until he spoke.
“I love you… will do anything for you.” His words were music to my ears.
I was led to the last door I had yet to open. When the doors opened, so did my mouth. The master bedroom was huge. So much space, but the furniture that occupied it filled it out perfectly.
The bed had to be custom made because the biggest bed I had ever seen was a California king, and that bed was twice the size. I was excited about having room to fuck my baby daddy without worrying about falling off the bed.
He continued to walk me over to the bed, not letting go of my waist. The size of my belly prohibited him from being on top, but I had no problem sitting on what was mine.
I was slowly undressed and kissed all over. Whatever was exposed, he kissed. That shyness he held in the beginning of our journey was no longer there. He quickly removed his clothing as well.
Christian treated my body the way a husband treated his wife. Anytime we engaged in sexual content, he aimed to please. There wasn’t a time I wasn’t satisfied. He had the credentials to drive a woman crazy.
It was placing me on all fours to be eaten’ like a fresh watermelon from the back for me. Christian had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His lips had my pussy held captive.
“Ssssshit! Baby, wait.”
I just wanted a minute to regroup. He snatched a soul that I wasn’t in possession of from the get-go. I wasn’t in control of my breathing or the way he had my pussy contracting. If that was how preachers got a sinner to call on God, then I was there for it.
“Oh, God. I’m cummminnn’!”
I surrendered to the strokes of his tongue and released the built-up fluids. There wasn’t a mouth better than his that I wanted to bless. He deserved the sweet creaminess I had to give.
My chest was still heaving when he inserted the flesh that filled me up with both his kid and joy. Only two people had the pleasure of exploring me, and he was the best at it.
He dug in my pussy as if he were burying a treasure. That man knew he was slanging good pipe. It made no sense the way his dick pulled every ounce of energy out of my body with one stroke and replaced it with the next.
There wasn’t much to be heard other than my loud moans and his low grunts. I called his name every time he rubbed against my spot causing my body to rupture.
His stomach was wet from the fluids that escaped, but my pussy was glazed from the kids that leaked out my entrance. We weren’t making love. We were fuckin’. That pleasure was hittin’ different.
“That was round one. Look in the mini fridge ova there and get some water. I’m ready for round two.”
I dropped my head and smiled. We were makin’ up for lost time.
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“The little munchkin is definitely a girl. Congratulations to you both. Again, Ms. Evans, take it easy. Dr. Seokjin wouldn’t put you on bed rest if he didn’t have to. You have about another two weeks before you’re a free woman. See you next month.”
“Thank you, Dr. Pascal. Have a good afternoon.”
It was appointment day for a follow up and gender reveal. I learned of the sex from the incident, but I was given ultrasounds at the primary doctor’s visit.
I was more than okay but not cleared to navigate in the world again. I heard what she said. I just wasn’t about to listen. I spent a month doin’ nothin’, and I refused to become a couch potato.
As we walked out of the doctor’s office, I asked a question that would more than likely be shot down. “Can we set the grand opening for this Friday? I think we can pull it off.”
“Gone with that bull junk, Journei. You heard what she said.”
I ignored what he said and got in the passenger’s seat with one thing on my mind to change his mind. The most he could do was get in and start the car before I went to work.
My hand went in his joggers and massaged his dick. I wanted to please him, but my pussy was starting to wake up. I hated the power he had over me sometimes.
Pullin’ his dick out, I leaned over the armrest and swallowed him whole. Thank God for the sunshade in the windshield he had yet to remove and the tinted windows. When he didn’t push me away, I repositioned myself. I was face down ass up in the G-Wagon.
The way he tasted was in no comparison on the way he felt. They were in two lanes of their own. That was my first time officially givin’ head, so I was goin’ to try and make it good.
My tongue went from the base of his dick to the smooth tip of his mushroom head and then down again. I pictured his dick as one of my favorite ice pops and let my mouth flow naturally.
“Damn, mama. Suck that shit!”
That boosted the hell out of my ego. I had no clue what I was doin’, but my man was lovin’ it. I guess I was doin’ somethin’ right.
I could hardly focus on the task at hand due to him hiking my dress up and fingering my pussy. I was already wet from seeing the dick. Now he was playin’ in my wetness and bringing me to ecstasy with him.
It got messy fast. The excess saliva that seeped from my mouth was used as lubrication to massage him in an up-and-down motion.
My mouth took over once more with him placing his hand on the back of my head. It bobbed repeatedly, and what I normally felt being sprayed against my walls were being shot down my throat.
I liked the way his flesh tasted, but I instantly fell in love with how his nut left a sweet and salty taste in my mouth. It was my new beverage.
The head was for persuasion, but having his semen slide down my throat was pleasurable for me. I occupied the passenger’s seat as a proud woman.
“I think the twins can have it ready by Friday. Let me holla at them.”
Pussy got power, but knowing how to work that mouth could as well. I couldn’t hide the smile I had plastered on my face. I got what I wanted and didn’t have to cry to get it. Using my mouth was better anyway.
I woke up around four that afternoon wanting some food in my system. When we got home, Christian sexed me so good I ended up taking a nap. That teaser I gave him in the car sparked a whole session.
He wore me out and practically left me for fuckin’ dead. Although I loved the way he fucked me, I wanted to do more than bust a nut and sleep.
Walking down the stairs, I smiled at the photos. I was still shocked he bought us a house. I saw the effort he was puttin’ into us. For as long as I could remember, nobody expressed their love for me the way he had.
He made it hard for anybody to penetrate anything regarding me. He had me wrapped around his finger and his dick. He was home for me.
I made my way into the massive kitchen where he had a chef preparing a big meal. I was confused on what the occasion was because it didn’t take several dishes just to feed him and me.
“Babe, what is all this for? Are we havin’ guests’ ova or somethin’?” I had question after question that needed to be answered.
“Uhm, yeah. I invited Jourdell ova for dinner.”
“You did what!” I yelled.
I was fuckin’ pissed beyond words. What type of bullshit was he on? He never allowed me time to process anything that went on around me. It was all so damn rushed.
“Mama, you’re gettin’ closer to your due date. He wasn’t a good father to you, but he might be a good grandfather to our lil’ girl. He won’t harm her, ’cause I’ll knock his head clean between a washer and dryer, then blow it off.”
“That’s not the point. I asked you not to force it, and you did it anyway. I was goin’ to make that step but on my own time. Fuck, Christian.”
When he asked me to think it over, I did. Jourdell was gettin’ a long conversation and possibly a second chance. I just didn’t know when. He rushed my plans, and it made me feel some type of way. I walked away, not caring to entertain his shenanigans any longer.