I laid my head on the window and thought to myself.
Did he actually just say that? He wants to have a baby? Isn't it too soon? I mean I wouldn't mind giving him a child, but we're children ourselves.
Deshawn tapped on my shoulder. "Krystal," he said. "we're here."
My jaws dropped. The house was big and beautiful. "How could you pay for this? No offense though." I asked.
"None taken. But my parents and your parents both pitched in to help us out." he said.
I rushed in the house and looked at the house and ran back to him. I leaped into his arms and said, "I love it! I love it! I love it!"
"Have you seen the back?" he asked. "No, I responded." "The backs are usually the ugliest." I said as I followed him to the back. He opened the door. "A pool!" I shouted. "Annnddddddd.. St. Louis arch!"
I gasped at the sight of it. It's the only beautiful site in St.Louis.
"I'm going to go take a shower." he said. "Okay." I said. I was still gazing at the surrounding. Wow we've made it.
I decided to cook, so I grabbed the keys and head to Wal-mart. Luckily I didn't have to type it in Google Maps, because it was right around the corner.
My phone began to vibrate.
Deshawn ❤: Where you at?
Me: Wal-mart
Deshawn ❤: You better not be with another nigga or I'm beating you and that nigga ass.
Me: Stop it! Niggas aren't even cute out here anyways.
Deshawn ❤: Bring that assss heerrrree girl.
Me: I'm coming.
I paid for the groceries and came home.
"What took you so long?" he asked. "Well, Wal-mart is a huge store you know." I said.
"Next time you're not leaving without me." he said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm cooking tonight, punk!" I shouted.
He made a sick face. "Oweee. That's cold." I said laughing. "I can cook." I said.
"Suurrreeee, but let me help." he said.
I let him cook along with me. We made bake potatoes, green beans, chicken, and macaroni and cheese.
As we were finished cooking I felt kisses on my neck. "Gone bae, not tonight." I said. He started running his fingers between my legs. I got weak in my knees. He picked me up and carried me to the room.
He placed me on the bed and pulled my shirt and pants off. "Not tonight." I said moaning. He was going to work with his fingers. I gave in. "Let me get on top. " I said. He rolled over on his back. I got on top of him and rode him until I couldn't anymore. His dick was so long and hard. I laid on my back. "We're not done yet." he said. He pulled me down towards him. "What are you doing?" I moaned.
I suddenly felt his tongue going inside of me. My legs started to tremble. I climaxed and came and he kept licking. I couldn't take it. I screamed out and gripped his head. He slide his dick back in and eases back with slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into me again. I cry out a second time, and he stills. His hard dick was rock hard. I felt ever bit of him.
And he moves, but this time he doesn't stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of me. He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed and I kept up, meeting his thrusts. He sucked and bit on my lower lip. I can feel his nut building deep inside me, like before. I grew weak and weak. He thrusts on and on
We went all night. Round after round. The next morning I couldn't even feel my legs.
I tried walking to the bathroom, but my legs got the best of me. I had fell. I heard laughter. Deshawn was laughing at me.
"Is it funny?" I asked. "Just a little bit." he said smiling at me.
"Punk ass!" I shouted. "What you call me?".he said getting out the bed.
He grabbed me by my legs and carried me outside. "Bae, what are you doing?" I asked. "Call me punk ass again." he said. "Punk As-" before I could finish he had jumped in the water while holding me.
"What the fuck?" I asked. "You started it." he said. I swam towards him and tried to push him under water. He grabbed me by my thighs and dunked me.
We came back to the surface laughing. We got out and took a shower together and laid back in bed. Our lives were PERFECT! There's nothing that can break up this happy home.
