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“Oh, fuck!”

I trembled so much I thought I was having a seizure. I felt Hassan slide from under me as I tried to get myself together. My recovery was short-lived because seconds later I felt the thick head of his dick, sliding inside of me like it was molded just for him and him only.

“Ughn,” I moaned, lying my head on the back of the couch.

“Gah damn, baby,” he groaned behind me. “Throw this fat muthafucka back. Fuck.”

The feeling of him massaging my walls all while hitting my spot was sending me into overdrive. I was becoming delirious and at this point; I didn’t care if I passed out.

“Mhmm. Just. Like. That.” he coached, never missing a beat.

“Oh, you about to cum again? Hmm? You going to wet daddy up again?” he taunted. I wish I could respond, but my words were nowhere to be found.

Smack!

“You’on hear me talking to you?” he asked.

I still couldn’t form a sentence. I wanted to know how he expected me to in the first place. I guess he took my silence for disobedience because the next thing I knew; he had his hand gripping my bun as he pounded into me with so much force, you would think he hated me.

“You’on hear me talking to you, Rue? Hmm? You can’t fucking talk now?” he taunted.

“Yes! Oh shit, yes!” I whimpered loudly as I came all over his dick.

“Next time you answer me when I’m talking to you.” he grit.

“Fuck, here it comes, baby. Shit.”

I felt his strokes become jerky, so I knew he was about to cum. The animalistic growl that emitted my ears and the thumping inside of me let me know I was right. When his movements stopped, he pulled out of me, pulling me with him.

“Shit, girl. Come on, let’s finish this upstairs,” he said as he picked me up.

“Finish?” I inquired.

“Yeah. I’m not done with your ass yet. I need to let you know what you can look to forward to being married to a nigga like me.”

He carried me upstairs and did just that. He didn’t let me rest until we heard Infiniti on the monitor whining. I had never been so thankful for my baby in my life. If this was what married like was going to be like, I’m going to need a lot of energy because Hassan seemed to never run out.

∞∞∞

“Bitch, are you going to say something?”

True to his word, Hassan called his brother to bring Journei over to his house, but he was tied up with his baby mama at the time, so she drove herself. I just finished telling her about everything that went down on yesterday and she has yet to say anything.

“Listen. That was a lot, and I’m trying to process it all,” she responded.

“Well, I need you to say something.”

I watched Infiniti play in the playpen that Hassan had over for his niece. I was glad this house was child friendly because I would’ve been locking her in her car seat had it not been.

“First of all, I saw we go down to the hospital where Keith works and beat his ass all the way down to the morgue. I hate the day that nigga’s daddy wasted the nut on his ass. But bitch, Hassan really offered to marry you so that you wouldn’t lose Finny? Bitch, I hope you said hell yeah, because what kind of man does some random shit like that for a woman that he’s only known for a few months. Baby, if you don’t take him up on your offer, I’ll take my baby and raise her. We might let you visit.” she smirked.

“It wouldn’t just be benefiting me. He told me about the stipulation Knasim gave him, so I’d be helping him as well,” I countered.

“Either way, you want have to worry about Keith ever again because your fine ass husband will make sure of it. Ooh, I’m so excited.” She cheered, causing Infiniti to join in.

“Yes, baby. Fuck your daddy!” She danced.

“Don’t tell her that,” I chastised.

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