Page 26 of A Miami Love Tale 3

“Wet ass fuckin’ pussy. Don’t you know that I’ll kill a nigga over this shit,” I grunted in her ear while she continued to moan loudly.

Whenever I had sex with Nae, it would always get a nigga in his feelings. I would start thinking shit on how I would really kill a nigga if he ever tried to say he even thought about fuckin’ my wife. I was the only nigga to ever slide up in Nae and it was going to stay this way. Her pussy fit me like a glove and I loved that shit. I placed my hands behind my back and I watched on as Nae’s pussy was being greedy with my dick and taking the whole thing. Not once did she try to push me back. I swear it felt like her shit got warmer and tighter every time. I leaned back up and went back to talk in her ear.

“You gon’ give me a son?” I asked, bringing my hand around and teasing her clit. Instead of answering me, Nae’s moans got louder and she threw her head back on my chest.

“Answer me Nae,” I asked, sucking on her neck and while one hand played with her clit and the other massaged her right breast. I swear it felt like I was fuckin’ her when she was a virgin because she was so damn tight to me.

“Yessss Sinnn,” she moaned and I smiled at that. A few seconds later, she was cumming and I was right behind her. Any other time, Nae would have forced me to pull out, so I guess that meant that she was ready to have another one of my babies. I knew she was going to get pregnant because I had been threw out those bullshit ass birth control pills.

“Happy anniversary baby,” I said and she looked back at me and smiled.

“Happy anniversary Sin with your slick ass,” she said and I lifted her up and carried her to the bed.

Nae called me slick because she knew if I asked her anything during sex while she was taking this big ass dick that her answer was going to be yes, which is why she let me finish off in her instead of pulling out like she’d been having me do lately. I smiled at my wife and turned the lamp off and I was knocked out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Chapter 17: Breesha

Things with my pregnancy had been good for the most part. Of course, I ended up undergoing a surgery to place a stint in so that I wouldn’t face my cervix opening way before it was time for me to go into labor and so that I wouldn’t miscarry again. Lord knows, I didn’t need another traumatic experience like that again. Since that whole failed suicide attempt that took place, I had been constantly in prayer with God asking that he forgive me and that I was able to have a full term pregnancy. I was doing everything right and then some this time because I couldn’t have a rerun of that again. I was going into this pregnancy with a positive attitude so I was hopeful that things were indeed going to work out for the best this time.

I was only two months pregnant so I wasn’t really showing. In fact, no one would even know I was pregnant unless I told them because my stomach was still flat. Dontae and I still hadn’t mentioned to Bria that I was pregnant, mainly because I didn’t want to get her hopes up and then have something bad happen. Things between Dontae and I had still been good. Lately, Sharice had been trying to get in contact with him about spending some time with Bria. I didn’t know what her problem was, but that bitch really needed to sit her ass down somewhere. I may not have birthed Bria but best believe, I was a better mom to her than Sharice could have ever been to her. I swear I didn’t understand why the fuck she felt like she could just disappear and all of a sudden show back up and try to take claim of Bria. Because of her dumb ass, Bria was fuckin’ raped! I already owed her an ass whooping, so I wished like hell she tried something stupid. I’d beat her ass like her mother should have done a long time ago. I’m not going to lie though, even though I had all of this pent up energy inside of me, I still felt like Sharice was trying to tell Dontae something but he wouldn’t let her, or that she did tell him but he still wasn’t trying to hear. I say that because, hell, Sharice knew Dontae was crazy and even when he threatened her ass to stop calling, the bitch still called. I didn’t fuck with Sharice in no way, shape, or form but I did want to know what she had going on that was causing her to aggravate my man so much.

Anyways, I wasn’t about to let this bitch stress me or my unborn out. Right now, I was at work, getting ready to leave in a few minutes. Today was another busy day for us as usual. As I was preparing to leave, I noticed that my phone was ringing. I looked down at the caller and saw that it was Imani. I answered the phone and grabbed my purse wi

th the other hand.

“What’s up Imani?” I asked her, walking out of my office.

“Where you at Breesha?” she asked, not even acknowledging the question that I just asked her.

“I’m about to leave work. What’s up Imani?” I asked her again.

“Come to Rashard’s house. I have to tell you something and I don’t want to say it over the phone,” she said and I could hear the panic all in her voice. I didn’t know what the hell Imani was up to but that shit had me feeling nervous. I already knew something was up with Imani because I hadn’t heard from her ass in about two weeks, plus every time I called her, she didn’t pick up the phone and she wasn’t responding to any of my text messages. I thought that was odd because Imani normally called me at least four times a day talking about something.

“Alright, I’m on my way over there now,” I said and she hung up the phone. I walked out to the front of my store and told Melanie that I was leaving. A minute later, I was in my car and heading over to see what the hell was up with my little cousin. I didn’t like the way she sounded on the phone and I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Rashard and Imani’s house. I parked my car in the driveway and went to go ring the doorbell. A minute later, Imani came to the door and I had to admit that she didn’t look her normal self. She had bags under her eyes, her clothes were wrinkled and hanging off of her body, and she looked as if she hadn’t slept in days.

“Imani, what the fuck is wrong with you? And where is R.J?” I asked, walking inside of the house behind her and closing the door.

We went inside of the den area, where I sat down and Imani stood up, pacing back and forth. I had to do a double take because her ass was scaring me. “Imani, sit your ass down because you about to piss me off! Now what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked her again.

She looked at me and tears immediately started rushing from her eyes. “I killed him,” she said barely above a whisper.” It was like I heard what she said but I wasn’t really comprehending what she was saying.

“You killed who?” I screamed, standing up from the couch.

“Breesha shut the fuck up. Don’t scream!” she said, looking me dead in the eyes. I saw the hurt, the pain, and I can’t forget, the fear. Any other time, I would have cursed her ass up for telling me to shut the fuck up but I could see that Imani was crying out for help and I wasn’t about to make her feel worse than she already felt.

“Imani,” I said, taking her chin so that I could stare into her eyes. I knew when Imani would lie about something so I needed to make sure she was going to tell the truth. “What happened? I’m not going to scream,” I told her.

“He had a gun. Mark had a gun and he was going to shoot Shard. Everything happened so fast. I had Rashard’s gun with me, so I shot him. I killed him. I killed Mark, Breesha.” Imani cried and I dropped her chin and she fell down to the floor crying. She was stressing herself and I didn’t know that the fuck to do or what to say. I do know that Imani did what the fuck she had to do in order to protect her family and I didn’t see the bad part about it.

“Breesha he’s haunting me. I can’t sleep! I haven’t been to sleep since this happened and I’m scared,” she told me and that explained the bags under her eyes.

I honestly felt bad for my little cousin at this moment. She had been keeping all of this in and once she was able to get it out, it was like all of her emotions came pouring out. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the floor next to Imani. I pulled her up and laid her head on my chest.

“Imani, you got to look at it this way. If you wasn’t there that night, you would be crying right now over something totally different. You would be crying because Shard was gone and you would have to end up being a single mother. Because of you, Shard is able to be here for you and R.J. Don’t beat yourself up over this because you handled your business. You did what the fuck you had to do. Just be glad that it was Shard that made it out and not Mark,” I told her.

She stayed with her head on my chest and continued sniffling. A few minutes later, the door opened and Rashard came into view, holding a bag of Chinese food.

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