20. Anastazia

ABOUT FOUR DAYS LATER…

I was dreading going back to my house, but it seemed like I was always forgetting shit that I needed there. Not only did I not want to be back inside of it, but I didn’t wanna run into Jacinta again. I figured now that she’d had Cedric’s baby—it was all over the news—she would be too damn occupied to be spying on me or sitting outside of my residence to bother me.

As soon as I pulled into my driveway, I hurried out and into my home so I could grab a few things. I’d made a list this time, in hopes I wouldn’t have to return until the trial was over and when I planned to sell the place. After gathering my things, I threw some of the shit from the fridge away and then took the trash out. Holding the funky ass bag in my hand, I noticed a car pull in behind me. Sadly, I would recognize that candy apple red Toyota Solara anywhere.

I threw the shit away and ignored Jacinta climbing out of her car as I went back into my home to wash my hands. I busied myself with other things, hoping she would catch a hint and leave, but when my doorbell sounded off, I knew that wasn’t gonna happen.

Deciding to get the shit over with, I opened the door, leaving the screen door as a barrier between us because I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t hit this stupid bitch again.

“Are you gonna open this?” She nodded to the door. “It’s kind of cold out here.”

“Should’ve worn a jacket.” I shrugged.

“Okay, fine. You wanna be rude and mean, I can be that way too, Stazi.” She folded her arms. “I’m going to have Cedric’s family report that your mother is allowing you to take Sophie overnight when you are not supposed to. You are only allowed to see her supervised by your mother.” Even though what she was saying bothered me, I wasn’t gonna let her on to the fact, so I stayed quiet. “Also, as a heads up, we will be filing a paternity suit, because we are pretty sure Sophie isn’t his.”

“So you’re reporting that I keep Sophie overnight whilst also petitioning the fact that she’s his? Y’all are a little confused, don’t you think? If she’s not his baby, then why does it matter if I keep her overnight? Hell, why does it matter what I do with her period, Jacinta?”

“Because she could be his daughter, even though we don’t believe she is, so we want to take all precautions and measures in case she is.”

“In case she is.” I laughed. “I wish that nigga wasn’t her father, but he knows better than anybody that she is because, unfortunately, I was drugged during the process. However, I was very much awake when he damaged my birth control that one time or how he policed my moves after raping me to be sure I didn’t abort her. Don’t really know when I would’ve had the time to get pregnant by someone else.”

“You are such a liar, Stazi, and it’s sickening.”

Opening the door a bit, I said, “Jacinta, you may think Cedric is the perfect man he’s pretending to be, but I will warn you now that he is going to ruin your life just like he did mine. He’s going to take everything from you, including your body, your self-esteem, your family, and your freedom. I don’t plan to stand here and convince you of anything because you will find out for yourself soon enough that everything I’ve said about that nigga is true.”

I stepped down onto the porch to lock the door, just as she said, “He probably did stuff to you because he didn’t love you. He loves me, Stazi, so he would never think of doing the despicable shit you claim he’s done to you.”

Whipping around to face her, I frowned, taking her in for a moment. With me, I played dumb for my family and the people around, but Jacinta seemed to actually believe the shit she was saying. I was wrong about her being so thirsty for love that she was trying to believe falsehoods, because looking at her now, it was clear she was either brainwashed or Cedric was putting on a real good show.

I only wished one of his exes would’ve shown me all this shit when I wasn’t as attached and hadn’t combined my life with his. I would’ve been gone with no question, assuming he’d allow it. There was a time, though, a sweet spot where Cedric liked me, but he wasn’t possessive and probably would’ve written me off had I cut him loose.

“I can’t believe a woman, one who has seen the outcome of battered women in the hospital right alongside me, would say something like that. You better pray that what you’re saying is true, because speaking as someone with experience of the man you’re defending, you’re gonna have to fight tooth and nail to get away from him with your life intact.” I walked off to my car and noticed Jacinta didn’t say anything.

As I got in, starting it, she was still quiet but had snapped out of her trance enough to jog lightly to her car in order to get from behind me so I could leave.

As much as I despised her stupid ass, I would somehow feel responsible if something happened to her. I guess because she wouldn’t even know Cedric if it weren’t for me.

The sun coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Asif’s penthouse was way too bright, waking me up. I glanced over to see Sophie was knocked out next to me, so I sat up slowly, hoping I could get myself together before she woke up.

Hurrying, I rushed as best as I could with how achy I was from last night’s sex session, and hopped into the shower. After lathering up a couple times, I listened for Sophie before brushing, flossing, and rinsing with mouthwash. I loved this big ass bathroom, especially because Asif had basically let me have it, opting to use one of his other four bathrooms unless we were showering together.

I loved that he was like that, always willing to make me comfortable or us comfortable, like by sleeping on the couch when Sophie wanted to be in the bed with me. He never complained, either, even when I knew he wanted to cuddle or do more in the bed.

It was sometimes crazy to think how much younger he was than Cedric because the latter acted like a child a lot of the times, always complaining that all I cared about was Sophie and not him anymore, while Asif was understanding and even sometimes complimentary of how good of a mother I was.

One could assume it was because Asif’s mother abandoned him, but so did Cedric’s, yet they couldn’t be more different.

As I went back into the room, now in a fluffy robe and feeling refreshed, I saw three bank bags stuffed with so much cash they could barely close. Atop them was a red rose and a small white card. How I didn’t see it sitting on the dresser located under the mounted TV, I didn’t know.

Picking the card up, I saw it read, Enjoy the day, baby . P.S. If you not in the mood to drive let me know.

Rushing to my iPhone, I dialed Asif promptly.

“What you got planned?” he answered, and I could hear the very famous LA traffic in his background, letting me know he was driving.

“Nothing yet. I just found the money. What is it for?”

“Did you read the card?” He chuckled slightly. I loved his voice. He even sounded sexy.

“I did, but this is like fifty grand or more. What am I gonna do with that in a day?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out, love. Go shopping, take Princess Sophie shopping, or ya mama or sister, whatever you wanna do. It’s yours. Make sure my baby get her some brunch though.”

My baby.

“But why?” We shared a snicker, but I was serious. I was new to this and didn’t know how to react properly.

For as long as I had been dating, I was always the more accomplished one and, therefore, always had more money. I’d never dated a man that had more than me or enough to do something like this. While Cedric wasn’t broke, he definitely didn’t make enough on his contract jobs to throw some money at me and tell me to go shopping. The most he’d been able to do, when he was that kind of man to me, was buy flowers, take me to dinner, or buy me a pair of shoes, which had been enough for me.

“’Cause you mine, and that’s what I make money for, love, to spend on the people I love. I can’t take the shit with me when I go, and I don’t need all of it for one person. And the way you rode dick last night didn’t hurt either.”

I laughed, staring at the money like it would hop off the dresser and bite me.

“So this isn’t like a test? I can use it for whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want, baby. You can do it again tomorrow if you up for it, but as flustered as yo’ ass is right now, I doubt it.”

We guffawed.

“Alright. Well, I will just take one of the bags and?—”

“That money better not be there when I see you next, Anastazia.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes playfully, until his statement registered. “Next? When will I see you next?” I frowned at the thought. “Sounds like it’s gonna be a while.”

“I ain’t mean it like that. You gon’ see me today, baby, but in a few weeks, I do have to leave town, just so you know.”

“Leave town for how long?” I sat on the bed since Sophie stirred a bit.

“Few days. I got some business to handle out in Nevada.”

“Oh. Okay.” It was only a few days, so I didn’t know what was bothering me so.

“You gon’ miss me, even if it’s just a few days?”

“I am.” I tried not to sound so crestfallen, but I couldn’t help it.

“Yo’ spoiled ass don’ got used to seeing a nigga every day, I see. That ain’t the normal. I just do that shit with you.”

“I know.” I nodded. “I heard one of your workers complaining about his girlfriend because he hadn’t been to see her for three days.”

Chuckling, Asif replied, “Yeah, that’s part of the game, baby. Only I can’t go a day without seeing you, hearing ya voice, touching you, being inside you, so I make shit happen. Step out earlier than needed so I can be done by a certain time and other small ass adjustments.”

Lying back, I closed my eyes, already dreading the few days he would be gone. And since it was work, we probably wouldn’t talk much either while he was out there.

“How long again?”

“Few days.” He laughed.

“You don’t want company? I can cook, I think I’m pretty cute, and I’m willing to put out.” I joked.

That got him chortling.

“You more than pretty cute, love. You wanna go? You may have to kick it in the room for a bit while I make some moves, but afterwards, we can kick the shit.”

I was surprised he asked me.

“Would love to, but I should stay back with Sophie, so no. I will be here when you come back.” I gave a subtle smile as if he could see me. “Don’t let one of those street walkers get in your pants.”

“I like exclusive pussy, not that friendly shit.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Absolutely. I want you specifically, always. When my dick get hard, I immediately think about when I can get to you. Before, I would think about what bitch I would hit up to come relieve me.”

“I guess that’s a compliment.”

“It is. I ain’t never been scared of monogamy or running from the shit, but I can admit, the desire was never there. Then, I met you.”

“Then you met me,” I repeated, trying to hide the blushing in my voice.

“Told myself if I got you or even got the chance to hit, I wasn’t using no condom, and I wasn’t pulling out.”

“Asif.”

“I swear on my life.” He chuckled a bit like he was recalling the memory. “And I ain’t even like that. If ain’t no condom present and she not down for using other holes, I’m not fucking.”

“TMI, sir.” I shook my head, smiling. “So you were trying to trap me?”

“Nah, just wanted the full experience. Not fucking the woman I been eyeing for months with a condom.” He cleared his throat. “Also said I wouldn’t fuck it up. You would never be available again for these muthafuckas.”

“Still feel that way?”

“I do, only more intense and shit. You come to Vegas, I might fuck around and marry you, real shit.”

“Damn, wish I could come then.” I was serious but giggled anyway.

“Well, I ain’t leaving for a little bit, so you got time to change ya mind, aight?”

“Alright.” I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t.

Asif and I talked a little bit more before he had to go. I didn’t wanna get off the phone, but I knew I would see him later.

By the time we hung up, Sophie was opening her little eyes, so I cleaned her up before we left as I texted my mother to see if she wanted to come out with us for brunch. Shit, I had to spend this money.

Thankfully, she agreed.

Pulling up to my mom’s, I let her know I was outside, and she didn’t have me waiting long at all, which was surprising.

“Where is my son-in-law?” She climbed into the passenger side of my car.

“Ma, stop calling him that. You be so embarrassing sometimes, making it seem like your daughters need to be married off.” I chuckled as she scoffed.

“Hi, baby!” She turned to greet Sophie in the back seat as I reversed out of her driveway and began driving.

“Hi, Grandma! Brunch!” she replied happily, causing us to laugh.

“Anyway, Stazi, I call it speaking shit into existence, not being embarrassing. Plus, you young girls need to learn to state your expectations up front. When I met your father, we were in school at the time, but I still told him I was dating to marry. I wasn’t looking for a friend or for a cute little relationship and that if he didn’t show signs of someone I wanted to spend my life with, we wouldn’t continue being together.”

“You did?” I laughed, glancing her way as I drove.

“I sure did. You have to let men know. Otherwise, they will go on doing whatever they want then act surprised when you get upset because you wanted to be the cool girl and not say shit. You have to be honest, and if that runs him off, then good riddance. You want a man who wants the same as you. But y’all youngins love trying to turn a dog into a husband.” She adjusted her purse. “Tuh. A man tells me he only wants friendship, that’s what he’s gonna get!”

Giggling, I said, “I hear you, Ma. I think he knows I just don’t wanna be his little girlfriend.”

“Well good.”

“Speaking of Asif, he asked… well, I kind of invited myself to go to Vegas with him for a few days.” I hopped onto the freeway. “Never mind.”

“You wanna go?” I felt her looking at me.

“I do, but I don’t. I will just feel guilty the whole time for leaving Sophie here with you,” I spoke honestly.

“Anastazia, what did I tell you about that?”

“I know, but it’s easier said than done. I’m already imposing by leaving you with a toddler, and now I have you watching her while I prance around Las Vegas? No.”

She chuckled.

“You can’t just be a mom all the time, Stazi, or you won’t be a good one. It’s a few days, and I’m her grandmother; it’s not a big deal. It’s not like you popped her out and then left me with her 24/7. This is the most time I’ve gotten to spend with Sophie, and I love it. Even better, you won’t be around for the few days I have her.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Means we can actually have fun without you asking how many donuts I gave her or telling her it’s bedtime.”

“Ma, she is a toddler. She can’t have all that sugar and can’t stay up late.”

“Right.” She turned a bit to Sophie and winked.

“Now I’m really not going.” I snickered.

“Yes you are. Hell, I used to do it all the time. Whenever your father got some vacation time, you and Leeci would be right with his parents or mine, and when I came back, I would be so refreshed, and I would miss you guys so much, but I knew Ade and I needed it. It made us better parents because we weren’t just mom and dad all the damn time.” She touched my hand. “So go. As your mother, I’m saying you have to.”

“Okay. Fine.” I relented but still wasn’t sure. Now I was having anxiety about Sophie and my mama eating sweets all day and staying up until two a.m., stuff she never let Analicia and me do.

The three of us had brunch, and then we decided to go shopping inside of the South Coast Plaza mall with all the high-end stores. I only shopped at Louis Vuitton and Dior about once a year, mainly because their prices kept skyrocketing, and Cedric would get upset whenever I bought myself anything, especially when he was out of work with no contracts. It just wasn’t worth it. However, today, with all this money, I was going to enjoy this shit like my man had asked me to.

We started in Nordstroms where I told my mom she could get whatever she wanted, handing her a stack of cash that had her eyes open and mouth drooling.

Sophie had fallen asleep, so while my mom shopped and my baby slept in her stroller, I ventured to Chanel, which was right next door. Chanel’s new prices had always been out of my budget, even as an accomplished nurse, so I was excited.

“These are from the newest collection.” The sales associate laid out an array of classic Chanel bags and a few minaudière evening bags for me to eye.

“Wow, these are beautiful. I need a moment to decide.”

“Why don’t you get two?” She smiled.

“Hmm, maybe.” I nodded, realizing I hadn’t put a dent in the cash Asif gave me. I didn’t know how much it was, to be honest.

“I will get you some champagne.” The woman pranced off.

Taking the purse, I began trying it on in different lengths, thinking of what it would match with and how much wear I could get out of something that had a price tag of eleven thousand dollars.

“So cute,” a woman called out, making me turn around to see who it was. I didn’t recognize her or her friend who was eyeing me, the purse I was trying on, and all the other shit laid out around Sophie’s stroller.

“I think so too,” was all I said, turning around and watching them through the mirror.

They whispered amongst each other for a second, colluding and seemingly trying to get the courage to ask or say something. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about my trial, Cedric, or anything really. I think the only reason the SA hadn’t commented was because she peeped that I was about to blow racks and didn’t wanna lose that commission.

“You know someone named Asif?”

How could I forget that I was also dating a popular street nigga?

“I do.” I kept looking in the mirror, turning to the side a bit.

“You fucking him?” the other girl sporting box braids asked.

“Yep.” Turning to face them, I asked, “Why?”

“Just was wondering who they claimed he was fucking with so seriously. Said it was the chick who shot her ex,” Box Braids replied.

They both nodded, looking me up and down before the one with a freshly styled bob said, “Okay, you cute. How long you think you gon’ be fucking him? Milan lasted a little minute, but that’s ’cause she thirsty as hell. You thirsty enough to outlast her?”

The duo guffawed somewhat loudly in the quiet store, just as the SA returned with my champagne, confused as to who they were and what was so funny.

Making my way back to where I was sitting and closer to Bob and Box Braids, I lowered my voice and leaned in to say, “How about you try me and see, then I can do your ass like I did my ex.”

When I pulled back with a smile, they both looked as if they’d been spooked by a ghost, before walking off without another word.

“Everything okay?” The sales associated approached after watching from afar.

“I will take all of them.” I nodded, taking a sip of the bubbly.

“Oh, perfect! Let me get this wrapped up for you! Feel free to look around more if you’d like.” She lit up, gathering everything.

Soon as she left to the back, I could only laugh. Them stupid bitches wanted to play and ended up getting played with. These hos would learn that I wasn’t Milan, and it was gonna take more than a few looks, snarky comments, and snickering behind hands to knock me off my square.

“Why have I never been here?” Bambi asked as she, Analicia, Scotland, Presley, Couture, and I filed into the big dining room of the swanky hotel.

Yolani was having a private dinner for us, chefs and waiters included, and this shit was plush. I hadn’t expected anything less to be honest.

“Because you not a celebrity,” Couture said, making us all laugh.

“Welcome, ladies.” Yolani beamed, gesturing to the beautifully decorated table with our name cards.

We all greeted her before taking our seats, just as the bartender came over to jot down our orders, letting us know whatever we desired could be concocted.

“So how is life, Stazi ?” Bambi put emphasis on my name, causing the table to break out into laughter. “We’ll learn about you wifed up bitches later.”

“She is so nosy, I swear.” Couture shook her head, laughing still.

“It’s as great as it can be, considering I’m on trial,” I said with a smirk.

“Girl, you know damn well what I’m asking.” Bambi gave me a look, sending the ladies into a fit of giggles.

“It’s great, honestly. It’s chill, and we’re like in our own little world. He’s nothing like what I’m used to, very dominate and aggressive but in a good way. But it didn’t take me long to acclimate. It was natural. But um, I didn’t realize how popular he is. I guess because I’m a nurse with a normal life and not tuned into street gossip or anything of the like, but man is Asif St. Thomas famous.”

“He is.” Scotland chuckled with a nod.

“Yeah, because his father was pretty well known, and soon as he was born, they were waiting to see how he turned out,” Couture explained. “Lequay was able to kind of keep under the radar a little more because he was the stepson, but Asif been known since he was a kid.”

“They wanted to know if he was gon’ be like his daddy,” Presley said.

“That bother you?” my sister questioned.

“No, it doesn’t bother me; it was just unexpected. It’s nice to see how many people love and respect him. It helps me when I start to worry about him going out. I know a person would have to literally be crazy or wet behind the ears to do something to him.”

“I can see that.” Yolani nodded as the bartender came to deliver our cocktails and some waters.

“Very true.” Scotland nodded, probably understanding the most since her husband used to be in the same business. “People definitely fucked with Lequay, but Asif is on another level, so I know that’s comforting.”

“It is.” I smiled, thinking about him. “And I love that he doesn’t let it get to his head and make him cocky. He’s so low-key and doesn’t have to be. On my end, I just wish my brother-in-law would let me slap some of these bitches.”

The table cracked up laughing.

“I know you don’t like talking about it, but girl, I have to give you some praise for shooting that nigga,” Yolani said, and the ladies nodded to show their agreement.

“Thank you, even though I kind of hate that I did it. I was so focused on getting away from him, getting rid of him, that I didn’t think about all of the fallout.”

“You shouldn’t hate what you did, girl. Be proud of that shit. You stood up for yourself in ways a lot of people wouldn’t or maybe couldn’t. It’s scary and you did it. That man deserved it. Should’ve acted like he had some sense ’cause now his ass is paralyzed,” Yolani replied, and the ladies began clamoring about, commenting on it.

I tried not to chuckle, but it was difficult not to. It felt good to know they thought what I did was commendable because most thought I was just evil, especially now that his condition had been released.

“Back to your new man; how is the sex?” Bambi rested her chin on her fist, sipping her lemon drop with the other hand.

Smiling as I bit my lip, I said, “It’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” Bambi’s brow rose.

“Yeah.” I shrugged again.

I didn’t want to divulge how I truly felt because though I didn’t think Bambi would try to fuck Asif in a million years, if I put her on to what I was experiencing, I couldn’t blame her if she tried.

Every woman deserved to experience that kind of sex. I often wondered how a man of only twenty-six years could fuck like that. It was like he spent years studying G-spots, cunnilingus, and sex lingo. I couldn’t wait to go home… I meant to his place.

“Sounds about right.” Presley smirked, clearly catching on to what I was doing. She must’ve been getting the same sex I was. Good for her.

“So has Asif been affected by the Stazi Effect yet?” Analicia quizzed, making me roll my eyes playfully.

“What is that?” Scotland frowned.

“Every man she dates always becomes obsessed with her ass. Be so in love trying to get married and have children. Even back in high school. Remember Greg proposed when you were in eleventh grade?” my sister blabbed.

“That is not true,” I lied.

“Is too. Cedric is the craziest and took shit too far, but he wasn’t the only one,” she volleyed.

“Lies.” I smirked and shook my head as the ladies commented on it jokingly. “Asif is properly obsessed, but this time, it’s mutual.” I lifted my brows, making the ladies ooh and ahh as I laughed.

“I should’ve known when you was talking all that shit about having to start over if you left Cedric that something wasn’t right. You’ve never had problems finding a man and making him go crazy,” Analicia continued on, the ladies clearly finding this information entertaining.

“She is exaggerating, y’all.” I chuckled.

“Okay, so what do you do exactly?” Bambi asked, pulling her phone out. “I got my notes app open, so I’m ready.”

We all fell out in laughter at her as she tried to explain how she was dead serious.

We continued our conversation, talking about all kinds of things and laughing hard as hell, like usual, especially when Yolani told us that she felt like her voice had improved from deep throating her husband on a regular now. As crazy as that sounded, it kind of made sense. Though I couldn’t see how her voice could get any better.

I always had a good time with the ladies, only now I could truly enjoy it without zoning out because I was scared to go home. I had peace to go home to, and that was something I could never fully thank Asif for. Sometimes you had to thank God for the simple things, like being able to have dinner with friends then go home to a good man, because a year ago, I didn’t have that.

The appetizers, food, drinks, and even dessert were so amazing. I was completely stuffed, cleaning my plate because even when I was full, I couldn’t leave a crumb due to how good the shit was.

We ordered another round of drinks because we were having too much fun talking and didn’t wanna leave, so while we waited on them, I excused myself to the bathroom.

Relieving my bladder, I came out of the luxurious stall to wash my hands and spotted Scotland touching up her lipstick.

“I didn’t even hear anybody come in.” I smiled as I began to wash my hands with the rose scented soap.

“Sorry, that was probably creepy.” She giggled. “I did follow you in here though.”

“Why?” I frowned, snatching up one of the thick, soft hand towels to dry my hands.

“I wanted to tell you face-to-face that you really do need to be proud like Yolani said. I was once in your shoes, and though I had started to form my own escape pre-Lequay, had I seen or heard about you back then, I might’ve acted on it sooner. True, I needed practice with the gun, but deep down, I was afraid, and I know a lot of women are.”

“Don’t wanna miss,” I said, and she nodded exaggeratedly to show that was her exact thought.

“’Cause if you miss, that nigga is gon’ kill you.” Taking my hands, she said, “So be proud and understand that you are a hero to a lot of women, even me. Despite the fact that I’m with a man who would never do that, I still admire you. And if he did, I would know what to do, okay?”

We laughed heartily before embracing.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No, thank you.”

We hugged again and then left out to return to the dining hall where the women were engrossed in conversation.

“I want a girl next, but who knows.” Yolani shrugged.

“No, uh uh. Hell no!” Scotland exclaimed, causing everyone to erupt into laughter because her ass was serious.

“I’ve been working!” Yolani giggled.

“No! We just got the new single; we need the album and tour, then you can have a baby. Don’t make me and the girls saddle up and hold Cemone hostage until you finish.” Scotland ranted.

“Y’all bet’ not kidnap my nigga. I need him.” Yolani chuckled.

“Bitch, aren’t you the one who had two babies back-to-back?” Bambi quizzed.

“Right, and probably pregnant now.” Analicia lifted her brows.

“I don’t have fans waiting on my new material, so it don’t matter what I do.” She folded her arms, batting her lashes.

“Well, we already have a plan, lady, so relax. Once I finish the album and the videos, we are gonna try for the next one. That way, by the end of my tour, I will only be like three months and can spend the rest of my pregnancy with my feet kicked up,” Yolani explained, and Scotland nodded with approval like she was her manager.

“That works for me,” Scotland said, before hugging Yolani excitedly.

Truth be told, I think we were all happy because, though she may have been a friend and family now, we still wanted that music.

“I just have to say, I admire how you move, girl,” Presley said. “Nothing suffers, not your career or your personal life.”

“Right. I be like, if Yolani can do all that shit, I can stay up working on this case a little longer.” Couture chimed in as we sniggered.

“Thank you. It’s not all me, though. I got a good man.” Yolani blushed and we could do nothing but smile as we admired the happiness that was emanating from her pores.

We relaxed for a few more hours, even deciding to play a little game before the car service Yolani arranged drove all of us home.

“You back,” Asif stated groggily as I climbed into the bed with him. Sophie was with her cousins’ cousins at the St. Thomas’ residence.

“I am.” I mounted him, removing his dick from his pajama pants.

“Whatever drink you had tonight, keep drinking it.” He watched me as I moved my panties to the side and started to slide down… well, as much as I could since he was a big boy.

I started to cream over his tip as he moaned, gripping my hips while I made my way to the base of him.

“You’re so big,” I cooed, legs clamping to his sides at the feel of him stretching me.

“Must’ve missed me. This pussy real wet, love.”

Riding him slowly, I untied the halter straps of my dress to reveal my breasts while looking into his eyes. “I did miss you, daddy.”

Eyeing me lustfully for a moment, he replied, “I fucking love you, Stazi. Cum all over this dick, baby.”

“I love you too.” I continued riding him before leaning down to kiss him as he used his hands on my ass to bounce me on his dick at the perfect pace.

Perfect ending to a perfect night…