Breaking The Thug

4. Happy Birthday Papa Bear

Adama

"You done yet?" Rell asked from my bedroom as I touched up my hair in the bathroom mirror.

We were currently at my dad's house getting ready for his surprise dinner party. He's been out with Abu and Aziz all day so he didn't know me and Rell were here. We already set everything up and people were already here but the party couldn't start without my papa bear.

Text to A Gang🤘🏾💉:Where have you whores disappeared off to with my daddy?

Aziz⛹🏾‍♂️♥️💉: I ain't no whore shawty. You prolly in the wrong groupchat

Abu🙄👫🏾💉: We're stuck in traffic, we'll see y'all in like an hour

This year my dad's birthday fell the day after thanksgiving so all of our relatives who were in town stayed for the surprise party my brothers and I decided to throw. Everyone was downstairs catching up and waiting patiently for them to arrive.

"A. Are you done?" Rell yelled.

"Almost. Please refrain from rushing me negro. I'll be done when I'm done." There was no point in rushing anymore.

"Who you talking to?" At this point he was standing at the door, slowly making his way to me while waiting for my response.

"Who else would I be talking to?" I replied smartly. I didn't know when he got behind me, but I sure felt it.

"You want me to fuck yo little attitude away huh?" He whispered in my ear while his hand wrapped around my throat lightly.

"You would love that shit, you pervert." I said while pressing my ass against him.

Rell and I were going through a weird phase which involved getting into little petty arguments that would blow up and then fucking all that tension away.

The only reason we ended up like this was because he kept trying to get me pregnant. The angry sex we had after I first found out? Sheesh, I don't think I'll ever cum the way I did that night. The thing was, I wasn't even trying to get pregnant the first time around but I would've kept it if that crazy bitch wasn't after me. But now that Rell got the idea of being a father in his head, he can't seem to get it out.

This negro would literally hold me against him whenever he was about to cum and would not let me go.

I'm pretty sure he's the one who keeps throwing out my birth control pills, I can't afford to buy plan b pills damn near everyday, besides I don't think you're supposed to be taking that many anyways. And condoms? That was never a factor in this relationship. The first time we had sex, the first time I gave myself to a man ever, he convinced me to go raw. Something about him "wanting to feel me and wanting me to feel all of him." I thought it was cute and romantic back then but considering our current conditions, I find it pretty stupid.

"I would love it." He whispered into my neck while his hands massaged the sides of my waist.

"Well that's too damn bad." I said, imitating the grandfather from Holes. I pushed him off and walked back into my room. "And could you go downstairs and tell everyone that daddy and the boys will be back here in an hour since they stuck in traffic." I asked while taking my heels off.