Lacey

8

Chapter 8

I walk in, and he was sitting there.

"Where you been?" he says dryly.

"Why?"

"I asked. Now you answer."

"Man, fuck this shit you o-" I start. He gets up, and comes to my face.

"Where have you been? Shit. You scared?"

"Na. Why?"

"Hell, you smell like a nigga."

"Look, Jay, not in front of my kid. Alright?"

With that I walk off with Ona in arm. I take her to her room & settle her in. I come out, and he's standing there.

"Bruh. Move. Damn. I'm not with your shit, aight." I say, highly irritated.

He walks off into the living room. "I swear, you honestly can't make a hoe a housewife!"

I bust up out my room, ready!

"A hoe? A hoe? Yo mama a HOE. Or do you not remember almost every night of you childhood. Selling her pussy for -" I didn't even finish my sentence, he slapped the fuck out of me.

I was down for like two minutes, then he said "Are you done?"

I just sat there. I guess he grew tired of this charade & left. Oh I got his ass, don't worry.

That night. He came in, I pretended to be sleeping. He crept into bed & laid there ten minutes before I heard snoring. I got up as if I was going to pee, walked over to his side off the bed, and uppercut that ass. He woke up, tryna figure out what the fuck, then... I hit that nigga again. We were going at it too. Til, I was on the ground, he was on top of me... Shit, we was fucking now.

I ain't even gone flex, he know how to throw that dick to ya. He hit some places, oooooowe!

He was pumping, fast, hit all the right spots, straight though, no mistakes. I let out a moan "ooooooooooooooh." Went weren't the type to talk while we doing it.

He slowed down, I felt myself moisten. Then, I came. But he hadn't yet, I got up, got him to his reaching point, right before he was finna bust.. I got up, "Don't put your fucking hands on me anymore. Tsk. Dick ain't that good." I walk into the bathroom, to wash off. Then get in bed & went to sleep, blissfully. O' boy was struggling to.