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“This my shit. She gone cum as many times as I tell her to.” He propped himself on his arms and stared me in my eyes as he slow stroked me into a coma. I swear I think I passed out and woke up to him still stroking. My pussy was still wet and begging for him, but I was tieeddd! I didn’t know how much more I could take, and I should have left this nigga alone. A tear slid down my face, and I knew I would never find anybody to fuck me like this again. Anton noticed it and licked it away before sucking a hickey on my jaw. “Cut that shit out. My bitch will never cry over me. Not even when I’m balls deep. You hear me?”

“Yes, but they good tears.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Yo nigga is supposed to pour into you. The only liquid pouring out of you better come from that pussy. Let that bitch cry. Do you hear me?”

“Yesss!” I moaned as he hit my spot. I didn’t know what else to say to that. I’ve cried a many of tears in my life, and no nigga ever gave a fuck about it. They kept on hurting me.

“Now, let that pussy cry for me, baby.” Anton stayed on my spot, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I came on that dick again. “Damn, listen to my bitch. Fuck! I’m about to bust.” Anton’s pace increased, and for a moment, I thought he was going to cum inside of me. I didn’t get the chance to get on birth control. He let out a low guttural sound and then pulled out and laid his dick on my stomach.

“Get your big ass off me.”

“I’m not about to keep letting you use me.” Anton rolled over on his back, and a few seconds later, all I heard was snoring.

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Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stood there looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my lips were swollen, and I had red marks all over my body. I couldn’t help the smile that crept up my face. They were the signs of a happy hoe, and a happy hoe I was. Anton appeared out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around me before kissing my neck.

“Unt unnn. My pussy still in there on the floor. I can’t go another round.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody trying to get none of that lil pussy. I’m old. A nigga need a break.” I hit him on his arm and climbed in the shower. By the time I got dressed, it was past one. I headed down the hall to Lovii’s room to get my baby. I picked her up, carried her down the stairs, and went to look for Anton. “Put her down.” I sat at the island bunching my face up while continuing to hold her.

“Why?”

“Because she gone wanna play instead of eating.”

“Your daddy so controlling,” I said as I continued to kiss Lovii. He grabbed her container out of the fridge and emptied some into a bowl. After warming it up, he transferred it to hers before getting her a bottle of Fiji water. This was our routine every morning. Lovii got fed before either one of us. Then he would get annoyed with me because I didn’t know what I wanted to eat. He would finally cook, and we would find something to talk shit about while doing all of it. Yesterday, it was because I gave Lovii a piece of my bacon. Day before that, it was because he bought her a little pink jacket, and I told his ass it was ugly.

“What you want for breakfast?”

“Lunch.” He looked at me, annoyed.

“What you want for lunch?”

“Breakfast.” His ass went to walk off, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I want pancakes. I couldn’t miss the chance of getting on your nerves. I’m sorry.” He smacked me on my ass and walked to the pantry to grab the stuff. That was another thing about Anton. This nigga could actually cook and didn’t mind doing it. He was spoiling me, and I swear, I might not ever leave. I cooked every now and then, but he didn’t complain. At first, I thought he was being hospitable. Then I cooked again, and his ass said it was good and finished his plate. When I sat down to eat, I figured out his ass had been lying. That chicken was dry as hell. I had burned it a little and all. When I confronted him about it, he said it just needed a lil sauce. This nigga was trying not to hurt my feelings, but he thought I couldn’t cook.

After we ate, he left me to clean the kitchen. Once I was done, I grabbed my baby and went looking for her daddy. He was in his office on a call with Key. I sat on the couch and waited for him to be done. I stared at him and just really took in how fine this nigga was. I stared so long that I didn’t realize he had ended the call.

“Why you looking at me like that?”

“Damn! I can’t look at you?” He got up and walked over to me. Leaning down, he kissed me and rubbed Lovii on her head.

“You can do whatever you want, but you gotta do it when I get back. I gotta go handle something. You want me to bring something back?”

“If you coming right back, which I know you’re not, nothing. If you’re going to be gone three hours or more, which I know you are, seafood.” He shook his head.

“You couldn’t just say seafood?”

“I did.”

“I’ll be back. Call me if you need something else.” Anton left, so I went up to the bedroom. Me and Lovii got in bed, and I found something to watch on TV. At some point, I fell asleep. I don’t know when or how long, but I woke up to my phone ringing. Grabbing it, I saw it was a number I didn’t know. I started not to answer but said fuck it.

“Hello.”

“Hey, baby.” I sat straight up.

“Peanut?”

“Who else would it be?”