Page 6 of It's Love I'm After

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Chaniya, girl, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.

My conscience echoes, and my eyes roam up from the unfamiliar arm to the man’s face, and oh, what a face it is. Warm cappuccino skin with a fully trimmed beard, dark brown, almond-shaped eyes, thick bushy eyebrows, and a thick bottom lip that instantly makes me want to suck it into my mouth greet me. There’s a twinkling merriment within the man’s eyes as a slight smirk upturns his lips.

“Like what you see, half-pint?”

“Um—”

“No worries. My eyes are happy and content watching you too. Let me get this Downy for you, though.”

Pleaseee . . .

My pussy purrs when the man moves to do my bidding, and a whiff of his light citrus and woodsy cologne hits my nostrils. I’m trance-like, watching the man effortlessly grab the softener for me. Unlike my five-foot-four height, this man has to be somewhere in the six-feet range or taller, making him the ideal person for retrieving the object. It also doesn’t help that I’m thicker than a Snicker, which can occasionally work against me in times like this. I wish I could blame it on baby weight, butCaleb is old enough that I could and should have lost whatever weight I obtained while pregnant with him. My problem is I love food, and it loves my thighs, ass, and titties just as much.

“Here you go. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” the mystery man says, placing the Downy in my cart before walking away with a swag that has me clenching my thighs.

I bet that nigga is packing a sledgehammer between those thighs.

Chips, fading eggplant, outdated . . . oh shoot, are those spider webs? I need to buy one of those Swifter dusters with the extension handle so I can get that down. Damn, that’s disgusting, Chaniya.

I ponder as I lie on my back. Dusting and updating the paint in my bedroom needs to be in the immediate future. It’s been this same color since I bought this house.Oh crap, is that a crack in the ceiling too?

“Mmm. You feel so good,” Dedrick pants from above me.

Humph, I don’t know what color will look best in this room, but I’ll figure it out soon enough. Or maybe I just need to hire an interior decorator.

“So good,” he continues.

Hmm, maybe I should add some sheer valances or curtains to spruce it up in here so it has more of an inviting feeling.

“Oh God. Chaniya, I’m about to cum.”

Finally.

“Grrr. Fuck!”

Hold up, is this nigga growling like he went to zoo school or something? Nigga, I ain’t sweating or wet. Be for real.

“Damn baby, that was so good,” Dedrick tiredly expresses, slipping off to lie beside me.

Good? For whom?I’ve been lying here redecorating, and you haven’t noticed my lack of enthusiasm.

“Hmm. That’s nice for you,” I utter, rolling my eyes in the dark.

This is yet another reason I need to end my relationship with Dedrick because it’s one thing to be a possessive ass, but a non-fucking ass is ridiculous. Like, how do you have the size and girth without the ability to fuck? Dedrick is fine with enough dick to put me to sleep from two pumps, yet I’m lying here wondering if I charged my rabbit after the last time he half fucked me.

“I’m gonna do right by you, girl. We’re gonna get married, and I’m gonna fill you up with four of my babies,” Dedrick declares before crickets sound around my bedroom because I ain’t about to entertain his post-coital murmuring.

“Alright, you need me to get you a washcloth, or are you gonna shower at your place?”

“Fuck you me?—”

*brrnng, brrnng*

My phone ringing cuts Dedrick’s objection off, and I reach over to grab my phone. My heart rate increases upon seeing Riele’s name flashing on my screen.

“Hello.” I breathlessly answer the call before rolling my eyes when Dedrick’s body pushes against me as he attempts to listen to the conversation.

“I’m—ooh. I’m in labor and heading to the hospital,” Riele informs me.

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