Here I am, sitting on this woman's baby daddy's face having the time of my life, I mean his tongue was twirling around inside me like a ballerina who's trying to perfect their twirling abilities. I've came at least three and I've only been up there for at least 10 mins. I knew exactly why, he was that woman's baby daddy, and I had no business messing up a "happy apartment". Cause I ain't about mess up no happy homes but I for damn sure will run up and thru them folks apartments.
He then slides me down his chest and sits me right on his dick. I let out a huge moan. All I could hear him say is "mmhmm". The men that say "mmhmm" during sex are evil, and I should have known then. He grabbed my legs, and positioned them how he wanted them, then placed his hands on my waist and begin motioning me to move the way he wanted me to.
I let out a big ass moan, for some reason he just did it for me. He was so fine. 6'1, dimples, toasted pecan brown skin., pretty brown eyes. He has the type of eyes, that told you exactly how he was feeling. Happy, sad, stressed, whatever he was feeling, you could tell. But his eyes had a lasting effect on you. He was growing his hair out, so it was either braided in those two braids or twist with a good shape up. Either way he was fine.
By this point, I'm riding him good. You know when niggas, mouths be wide open, breathing all hard, then they bite that bottom lip, then yell "fuck", yeah we was right there. I had him right where I wanted him too. I was surprised I was riding this good, I didn't have Megan knees and I couldn't ride on my feet so, I was very expressed with my talents tonight.
Who was I kidding, sex was the only thing that I really felt. I was so numb to emotions. I had felt so much pain and cried so many tears, that's it's as if my mind turned off emotions. But we'll discuss that later.
So my Megan knees kicking in and baby I'm riding like it the last ride I'll ever have and like I said, he was biting his bottom lip and I know it was getting good to him. Whenever he would get close, his mouth would be wide open and he'd grab on to my titties. He'd say "like that bae" ooouuu I love to hear that man call me bae. "Mmmhmm, just like that." I was one of those females who like for their nigga to talk, I mean can you say super soaker 3000. "I'm about to nut."
I heard "nut" and knew it was time for me to get tf up, cause I wasn't getting pregnant by this fucker. "I'm bout to nut, ohhh I'm bout to nut." As I'm tryna get up, he says, "uh uh where you going", "let me up right now" crazy thing is, I'm telling him to let me up, but I'm still riding. He sits up and pulls me into his body, he starts moving his hips and legs as I'm riding. By this point he's on my spot and I can't move, it was feeling so good, I'm was about to cum. "Mmhm bae, keep going, keep going" then he kisses me, we interlocking tongues, biting on lips, all that good shit.
He begins to suck on my neck, then he whispers in my ear, "you ready for me to nut?" "Yes daddy, yessssss" He begins to fill me up, and I begin to cream everywhere. His dick is throbbing so hard, he leans back and rubs my clit as I'm cumin, my legs begin to shake. He had me right where he wanted me.
I was crazy, for this man and I shouldn't have been. As I stated earlier, he has a baby mama and three kids.
Shit, I didn't have any kids. So why would I be fucking a man with kids. Hell wanting to fuck with a man with kids. But to be honest, that baby daddy dick is where it's at. Plus he was smooth as fuck, real charming too. But I couldn't get in with him how I wanted to.
My legs finally stopped shaking, and I rolled over to the end of the bed, to catch my breath. He had already jumped up and started the shower. He opened the bathroom door and just looked at me and smiled. "What nigga?" "Damn girl I can't look at you?" "What you looking at me for?" "Baby...." I looked at him and put my hand up, cause I told him not to call me that. "Jai, I'm just admiring you, I'm just looking."
He never called me Ceejai, always Jai. I get up and walk in the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, hair all over my head, eyebrows smudged. I shook my head as I gazed at my appearance. Preston walked into the bathroom behind me, and grabbed my waist. He begin to kiss and suck on my neck. He rubbed my hips, then squeezed my ass.
"I love this ass", he said. "You got like the perfect body, your curves do something to me."
I turned around and looked at him, "no I don't, maybe if my stomach was flatter, and my titties were a little perky, maybe I would have the perfect body. But shidd I can't lie, I look good af though." I wasn't skinny by any means, I was a size 16, and I was definitely curvy with a fat ass. To be honest, I was really like that. I just tried not to let the shit go to my head. I was pretty as fuck too.
"Jai I don't give a fuck about nun of that, your body perfect to me. What you wearing tonight."
I stepped into the shower, "probably that black dress you got me. It's a dinner party right?" He got quiet, and didn't answer. I begin to think to myself, this nigga must be on the phone or something, cause he ain't said nothing. I rolled my eyes, "hello, Preston, earth to Preston."
He was still quiet. I finished lathering my body up and rinsed off. I grabbed my towel, hopped out and left the shower running. P, always did this. His baby mama would blow his phone up all the damn time. By this point I was use to it, I rolled my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Yo, P...what you doing, we gone be late if you don't get in here in the shower."
I opened the bathroom door, and it was all kinds of gifts on the bed, shoes, Pandora bags, Bath and Body Works bags, a YSL bag, some boxes that were wrapped with bows on them. I was stunned, I mean mouth wide open. I wouldn't say anything.
"Jai, this is why I was quiet. I was setting this up."
"Preston, what's all this, what is this for?"
"I couldn't spend Christmas with you, and I know I been MIA a lot lately, I just wanted to make it up to you."
"Make it up to me? For what?"
"Jai just please accept the gifts okay? I gotta shower but I want you to open your gifts too, open the Pandora and YSL bags first then I'll hope in the shower."
I grabbed the Pandora and YSL bag. I pulled two boxes out of the Pandora bag. I opened the first box, a pair of 1 carat Diamond stud earrings. The way they glistened in the light, I was so in love. The next box, a charm bracelet. There were several charms on the bracelet but one stuck out the most. A sun charm, because he called me his sunshine. I begin to cry.
"Jai, baby open the YSL bag." I opened the bag and pulled out a box, opened the box and pulled out the white bag they put their purses in to keep them in great shape. "P, no you didn't get me that clutch I wanted..."
"Jai, open the bag man." I opened the bag and it was the black YSL clutch bag I had been raving about.
"Preston, you didn't have to..."
He kissed me. He kissed me differently this time. He always, grabbed my neck, you know how they do on the movies, but anyways I could feel his passion, it was the way he kissed me. Then he whispered, "I love you."
Then he walked in the bathroom as if nothing happened. I'm still standing in the room just in shock, because did he tell me he loved me. I been dealing with for almost two years now off and on, and we've been more on than off lately, and he loves me? What I did know, is I wasn't going to say anything about it right now, because he wasn't ready to talk about it. Truth is, I loved him too.
I simply played it off and started getting ready.
