"That's right, nigga, run back to that bitch like you always do!" She crossed her arms, staring at him. "I'm glad this shit is over! I don't wanna be wit yo' corny lookin' ass anyway! You no good piece of shit!"
"Whateva, call me when the rent is due." Quan walked out.
Angry beyond belief, Sherry stood still, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. She should have been the one he was marrying, not Mo. Sherry just couldn't understand what he saw in the girl. Yeah she was pretty, but that was about it.
She wasn't the one who cooked up his dope and packaged it.
She wasn't the one who stashed his product. She wasn't the one who hustled the block with him. And most importantly, she wasn't the one who bore his child. But yet and still, Quan flossed Mo in her face like it was nothing.
Sherry hated the fact that after years of messing with Quan, he and Mo were still together and their relationship still had to be a secret. He swore to her once she became pregnant with their son that he would leave. For a whole year, Quan dragged the lie out. Sherry had gotten her hopes up.
She just knew he was gonna leave Mo, but he never did.
Now here it was, three years later, and she was still the other woman. But now that Quan was getting married, she didn't even know how long that would last. Something had to give and she wasn't gonna stop until he was finally hers. Later on that night around three, Quan arrived home. He was hoping that Mo would be awake, waiting on him as promised, but she wasn't. He found her knocked out in bed with the covers up to her neck. The television was on and the cordless phone was lying in bed next to her. Quan loved his house, especially his bedroom.
It was a far cry from the cramped one he and Mo used to share. The walls were a nice, soft shade of gold. It complimented the $30,000 brown leather custom-made bed perfectly. Creme, beige and gold pillows of all different sizes and shapes filled the bed while Egyptian cotton sheets kept them warm at night.
A huge built-in fireplace with a mantel on top filled with pictures of Quan and Mo was on the left wall. The rest of the room was decorated with two photos by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, a flat screen television, armoire, big brown leather chair, ottoman and suede couch. Wanting to be near his boo, he placed his keys down on the night stand, picked up the phone, turned off the television and hopped into bed with her, fully clothed.
Quan wanted some pussy. His dick had been hard all day.
He pulled down the covers revealing Mo's solemn sleeping face. The first thing that came to his mind was sleeping beauty. Mo looked just like a china doll. She had the cutest pout on her face when she slept. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her sleep. He knew it was some sucker shit and that his boys would clown him till the day he died if they knew, but Mo was his woman. He loved her to death. Wanting to show his boo how much he loved her, Quan gently took her face into his hands, kissed her lips and whispered, "Wake up, baby." It didn't take much to wake her up. Mo was a light sleep-er.
"Hey, bay," she whispered back with her eyes still closed as he stroked her cheek.
"I missed you, boo." Quan kissed her lips again, this time adding a little tongue.
"I missed you, too." She kissed him back. "What time is it?"
"A little after three. I thought you was gon' wait up for me?"
"I tried. I must've dozed off."
"Look at me."
Mo did exactly what she was told and looked deep within her man's eyes.
"Give me a kiss."
She gave him a light peck on the lips.
"Nah, that ain't gon' work. I know you can do better than that. Kiss me like you mean it," he demanded.
Never taking her eyes off his, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Instantly their tongues intertwined, dancing around one another. Five minutes passed before they came up for air. Opening her eyes, she ran her tongue across his lips and asked, "How was that?"
"Better. Now get on top."
Quan didn't have to say anything else. Mo knew what time it was. It was the middle of the night and they were both as horny as hell. As soon as Mo laid eyes on him and caught a whiff of his cologne, her pussy started to tingle. Pushing the covers off, she showcased her completely naked body. Quan's dick was really hard now. He couldn't wait to dive up in it.
Straddling him, she took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. She didn't even have to pull his dick out through the slit of his boxers. He was so hard, the damn thing just sprung out his pants.
"Goddamn, baby, you really did miss me."
"What, you thought I was bullshittin?" Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her titties and hungrily placed them into his mouth. Quan devoured her nipples like they were ice cream cones. He licked and sucked them until they were nice and hard.
"Gimme some head." He licked his bottom lip and gazed intensely into her eyes.
"Quan, you know I don't like doing that. It taste funny."
"Come on, ma, please. Just this once."
"Okay," she huffed, easing her way down.
With her face scrunched up, Mo hesitantly placed Quan's penis up to her lips. She hated sucking his dick. Poking out her tongue, she slowly licked around the head then placed half in her mouth. With her eyes tightly closed shut, Mo bobbed her head up and down. Every time his dick hit the back of her throat she would gag. Plus, his dick tasted salty. Quan could feel her lack of enjoyment and said, "Man, nevermind. That's alright, get up."
Mo thanked God and straddled his lap. With his dick in her hand, Mo sat all the way up then slowly eased down on to it.
The feeling of pleasure and pain ached throughout her pelvis as she rode him. Winding her hips, she hit him off with nice, slow strokes. Then she gained speed and hit him with nothing but hard, fast strokes. The only thing Quan could do is grab each of her butt cheeks and hold on for the ride. Mo looked so good gliding up and down his dick. Her perky cocoa-colored titties were bouncing everywhere and with every stroke she became wetter and wetter.
"Damn, ma, why you so wet?" he teased as he played with her clit.
"Shut up," she panted, barely able to breathe.
"Turn around."
Mo swiftly spun around on his dick without it slipping out.
Quan loved the visual of her round ass plopping down onto his pelvis, plus the tattoo of a trail flowers that reached from her left shoulder all the way to her left butt cheek didn't hurt either. Rearing all the way back, Mo placed two fingers on her clit and began to massage it slowly. She wanted to cum all over Quan's dick. Five minutes later, she did. Now that she had gotten her first nut off, Quan had to show her lil' ass who was in charge, so he flipped her over onto her back, placed her leg on his shoulder and began beating it up. Mo's pussy was really wet now.
"Ooh baby, don't make me cum again yet," she squealed, trying to push him back. Ignoring her request, Quan started grinding really hard.
"How does it feel?"
"It feel good!" she moaned.
"Let me make you cum. You gon' let daddy make you cum?" he asked, putting her other leg on his shoulder.
"Yes!" she yelled as her thighs began to shake.
Determined to send her to orgasmic bliss, Quan pounded into her pussy with no remorse. He wanted her to cum all over his dick.
"You gon' cum for me?"
"Yes baby, I'ma cum!"
"Tell me how much you love me!" he groaned, thrusting his dick in and out of her. Juices were flowing out of Mo like running water.
"I love you! I love you!"
"You cummin'?" Quan asked, ready to bust a nut.
"No, not yet!"
"Tell me you love me."
"Oooooh, I love you so much!" she screamed.
"You love daddy dick?"
"Oooooh ... I love yo' big dick!" she lied. Mo loved his dick, but the size wasn't big at all.
"That's what a nigga wanna hear," Quan groaned, letting off a load inside her as he collapsed onto her chest.
After getting himself together he asked, "Did you cum?"
"No, but you still felt good," Mo reasoned, trying to boost his ego.
"Oh." Quan was disappointed. He hated that he couldn't make Mo cum without stimulating her clit.
"Why you have to come in here fuckin' wit me? I was in a good sleep before you came in," she teased, mushing him in the head.
"Don't front. You know you wanted this dick."
"Boy, please. Whateva," Mo giggled.
"Who was you on the phone talkin' to tonight?" he questioned, switching the subject.
"Nobody."
"Yeah right. You ain't got to lie."
"I'm for real, all bullshit aside. I wasn't talkin' to nobody.
Why you ask me that?" she questioned with a quizzical look on her face.
"'Cause when I came in, the phone was in the bed."
"Oh, I had to turn the ringer off."
"Why?"
"I told you somebody keep callin' here playin' on the phone."
"Block the number out."
"I can't, the number keep coming up unavailable."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Mo shot sarcastically.
"What you mean by that?"
"It's probably one of yo' bitches."
"I ain't got no other bitch but you."
"Nigga, I ain't no bitch!" she snapped, hitting him in the face.
"I'm just playin'," Quan laughed, covering up his face.
"You better be, punk."
"Nah, for real, you know you the only bitch I love."
"Call me another bitch!" She hit him in the face again.
"I'm just playin', I'm just playin'." He continued to laugh.
"Yo, I still can't believe we're finally getting married." Mo admired her ring.
"Yeah, I figured I better wife you before some other nigga did."
"Shit, it's about time. We've been together since I was fifteen."
"I know, right."
"So when you wanna get married?"
"Damn, I just gave you the ring, can we be engaged for a minute?" Quan joked, but was really serious.
"Okay, but for how long? I ain't tryin' to be engaged for another nine years."
"It won't be that long, ma. I promise. Just be cool, a'ight." "Okay." Mo sighed.
"Now come on, my dick still hard. I wanna hit it in the shower."
5
Hate It or Love It
Things between Mo and Quan had been going good, as a
matter fact, more than good.
Things were better than ever.
The two couldn't get enough of each other. Whatever time they could spend as a couple, they did. It was really a peaceful time for them. The prank calls hadn't stopped, but other than that, it was all good.
One day in particular, Mo was making her way over to her father's house to show off her engagement ring. She hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks, so to spend some time with him would be a nice treat, although their relationship was strained. Besides Quan, her father was the only other man to ever break her heart. He was smart, funny and told it just like it was. A lot of people said that they acted more like friends than father and daughter.
When she was younger, he would take her to baseball games, camping and fishing, but all of that stopped once her mother died. The day her mother's spirit drifted off to heaven was the day Mo and her father's relationship changed for the worse. He hated looking at Mo's face. She reminded him too much of his wife and the fact that she was dead and never returning.
Her father closed himself off to the world and his children.
He continued to work and provide for his family, but in reality, he didn't want to go on. The only reason he got up each morning was because he knew that his wife would have wanted him to. During his state of depression is when Mo needed him the most. She needed her father to tell her that everything would be alright, but when Mo had reached out for help, he had only pushed her away. This was one of the reasons she leaned on Quan so much. He was there for her when no one, including her father, was.
As usual, Cameron Parthens Senior was outside doing yard work. Mo's father was handsome, to say the least. His skin was a silky mahogany brown and his warm smile brightened up any room he entered. Donned in a baseball cap, T-shirt, and tattered jeans, Cameron looked nothing like a sixty-four-year-old man. He could've easily passed for forty.
"Hey, daddy."
"Monsieur, I didn't know you were coming over." Her father smiled as he kissed each of her cheeks. He was the only person that called Mo by her full name.
"I'm sorry I didn't call first."
"It's okay. You know you don't have to call to come over here. You eat yet? You look hungry."
"No, I haven't, how you know?"
"'Cause, I'm your father. I know everything. Now come on in this house. I got some grits, eggs and bacon left on the stove."