Free Ain't No Wifey 2 by Jahquel J. Page B

child. Don’t start now because you are on a show.” Kareemas huffed at me and walked away. Donovan turned to look at me.
                  “Calm down, baby. I will handle it,” he said before he walked away to handle Kareema. I followed him into the kitchen to find the bitch was in my kitchen trying to cook with Tavia.
                  “This is not this bitch house. Y’all got two minutes to rap this shit up and get out my house before I start breaking shit, and I mean y’all shit. When I return I want my house cleared out. Tavia, come on, doll. Let’s get you in some pajamas and we can bake cookies later. And, bitch, don’t come acting like a mom because you aren’t one. Producers, have someone contact my agent if you want to film the real wives of Miami.” I grabbed Tavia’s hand and Kareema looked at me with a scowl. I smirked knowing I fucked up her taping.
                                                                                       
    *
                 
    Donovan came into the room with a plate of cookies and Tavia behind him holding her frozen DVD. That little girl had watched that movie over a million times and sang that damn song I think a trillion. Donovan got her situated in front the TV and lay beside me on the bed. I was on the bed reading my kindle, Niyah Moore’s and Porscha Sterling’s Groupie Luv . I already had my mind made up that I was going to send Kareema’s ass a copy.
                  “You always reading. I think that’s the only time your ass is quiet,” he laughed and I rolled my eyes and continued reading.
                  “Nah, when my mouth is on your dick I’m the quietest,” I replied never taking my eyes off my kindle.
                  “Damn, bae, let’s take a trip to the bathroom. I haven’t gotten any in a minute.” He got off the bed and I followed. Tavia was too engrossed in the movie to notice we had gotten up.
                  Once we got into the bathroom, he pushed me against the vanity and pulled down my sweatpants and slipped his fingers in my pussy. He inserted them nice and slow and increased his speed the more I moaned. He sucked my neck, leaving wet hickies all over it. He lifted me up on the vanity and pulled my breasts out my bra and shirt. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked on them like his life depended on it.
                  “Shhiiit, damnn Papa, you wanted this. Huh?” I moaned in his ear, he lifted me up and slipped his dick right inside me.
                  He leaned against the wall and I held onto his neck while bouncing and down. He palmed my ass while gripping it. I watched as he we fucked in the mirror and it was beautiful, he was holding on to me while I kept fucking him. Donovan had that dope dick and I was his junkie. He could serve me anytime of day and I would be right there ready to survey it.
                  “Slow down, baby, slow,” he directed. I slowed my pace and eased up and down his dick slowly. His vein in his neck started to pulsate. I moved a little faster while he looked me in the eyes. When we fucked we liked to look into each other’s eyes. I wanted to know if he enjoyed it as much as I did. If it were something he wasn’t feeling, he would tell me. We had no shame in our sex game, which was why it was off the hook.
                  He sat down on the toilet and positioned me on top. I stood up and eased up and down on his dick. I made it appear and disappear each time I did it, I played with his balls as I did my act. He was moaning like a bitch and I loved it. He kissed my chest up and down, my nipples were sore from him biting them but it also felt good. I turned around and plopped my ass on his dick while I touched my toes. I used my ass a lever and brought it up and down like a bucket in a well.