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“Alright, don’t start lying,” she snapped. “I’m back on birth control, so there’s no need for you to just be telling me anything.”

I cracked a smile while opting not to respond. There was nothing for me to say because she had it right. I wasn’t going to pull out, so it was a good thing she was back on birth control. If she wasn’t then Alouri would have a brother or sister that wasn’t even a full year younger than her.

“Yea, you was ready to get a bitch pregnant again,” she hissed.

“Man, chill out,” I smirked while leaning down and silencing any response she may have had with a kiss. That pretty much deaded that unnecessary argument she was trying to spark up.

“Uhhhh,” Lourdes moaned into the kiss as I started pushing inside of her.

“It hurts?” I was genuinely checking in with her, but I also needed a second to gather my own thoughts. I don’t know if I was just excited or what, but it really felt like that pussy was even wetter and tighter than before.

“It feels how it always feels when you first put it in,” she uttered softly.

“How does it always feel, doll baby?”

“Like you’re stuffing me to capacity, but I love it.”

She didn’t have to say shit else. I kept working my dick into her slowly because I saw some discomfort in her face. But I also saw pleasure in the way she held her mouth slightly opened and with how her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It really was just like it always was and her giving birth hadn’t changed that. Therefore, it was time to take off the training wheels and fuck her like I wanted to.

“Ooohh, fuckkkkk,” Lourdes moaned when I hit her with a deep stroke for the first time. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. That gave me the encouragement I needed to go even deeper and a little faster. Her mouth opened even wider but she didn’t say anything. She was evidently at a loss for words and that was alarming.

“How we doing, doll baby?” I questioned while slowing down, but I continued giving her long strokes. “You good? You want me to stop?”

She shook her head vehemently. “No! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“You sure?” I gritted while going back to the same pace that had rendered her speechless in the first place.

Those words had gone missing again because she nodded in response.

“Good, cause I damn sure don’t want to pull out. I fucking missed this pussy and it feels so good, doll baby. I been needing this shit so bad. I hope that birth control you on is strong because I’m busting up in this pussy all night.”

Chapter 26

Lourdes

“Yeaaaa, Lo-Lo!!!!” Dream screamed at the top of her lungs while slapping my ass that was shaking to the bounce music on the party bus. Miami was the perfect reset for me and my mental health. Armias had successfully pulled me out the funk I’d been in after giving birth. His actions gave me a change of heart about participating in Dream and Denim’s cousin, Tiana’s, 21st birthday festivities. All of a sudden I was eager to go outside and have fun. I was happy that my man was no hater and didn’t try to keep me inside. I’d been texting him sporadically throughout the night and he’d been encouraging me to enjoy myself. He was at home with Alouri, but my Granny was there, too. She may as well have lived there because she was always at our house and eager to help us. If it wasn’t her then it was my mom and I was so appreciative that I had so much help with my daughter.

The night was still early and I was already having the time of my life and feeling like a bad ass bitch. I went back and forth on what I should wear for hours before narrowing it down to two options. I was happy I chose to wear white capri leggings over a pink latex mini dress. I was able to move and dance without being restricted or worrying about my dress rising. I paired the white capris with a hot pink and light blue corset, strapless hot pink 4 inch pleaser heels, and a multi-colored LV x Murakami pochette. My flip over was styled in a half up, half down, I did my makeup to perfection, and my nails and toes were holding up well from Miami, which was only a week ago.

The night started with dinner at Bon Ton Prime and now we were on a spacious party bus Sprinter that Tiana had booked through Qaylo’s rental business. He started off with traditional New Orleans party buses as well as open air party buses. Then he gradually expanded to luxury rides like limos, black trucks, and of course sprinters. He even introduced yacht rentals into the fold which was something new and fun for New Orleans. Anyways, I put Tiana on to Qaylo’s business before I even knew I was attending her birthday festivities. When I decided I was coming, Armias asked me numerous questions about the night. His eyes lit up when he learned one of his cousin's rides was our method of transportation throughout the night. Qaylo only employed family and close friends to drive his party rentals, so I guess that gave Armias a piece of mind.

“Ooouu, this my shit!” I screamed as we stepped off the Sprinter and heard Monaleo blasting from the club. Our driver, who was also my man’s cousin, Jayson, let us off right in front of Five Oh Feaux. It was one of my favorite night clubs because it was always $15 for ladies at the door, the drinks were strong and inexpensive, the sections weren’t ridiculously overpriced, and the ballers who didn’t mind spending on women were always present. The days of random men treating me to sections or drinks were long gone because I respected my man too much to play those types of games. But I was still happy to be here because this club was always a good time. I recently learned that Juri’s husband, Benji Kingston, was co-owner with one of her cousins and that explained a lot. I wasn’t going to get all into the lore of the Kingston’s and their affiliates, the Martelle’s, but they had New Orleans night life in a chokehold.

“Yeah, bitch, we on that, you know you don't want that. We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets. Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back. We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet!” I rapped word for word with Monaleo while rocking my body from side to side like I was performing on stage. I’d had two Tequila lemon drops at the restaurant and I had two shots of Don Julio on the sprinter. I was lit and ready to fuck the club up with my girls.

“Bitch, come one,” Dream giggled while grabbing my hand, so I wouldn’t lose the group. It was six of us ladies and everybody was related to Tiana in some way except me. Of course Dream and Denim were her cousins. The other two girls were her God sister, Mian, and her older sister of six years, Terri. Being friends with Dream since first grade meant that we were overly familiar with each other's families, so I wasn’t in an awkward position where I was meeting strangers for the first time. I was fully comfortable to cut up and have a good time.

“Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back! Stomp down, never been swe-e-et!” I continued to sing as we walked towards the section line that was much shorter than the general admission line.

“Bitches must be tryna be funny!”

The familiar, high pitched voice immediately grabbed my attention and I turned my head towards the general admission line. Lyss was standing there staring directly at me and her face was red like a tomato. My presence had evidently struck a nerve with her. She really thought I was singing to her when I hadn’t even noticed her ass. If she weren’t my cousin she would’ve blended in with the crowd because she didn’t stand out. Don’t get me wrong, she’d always been very pretty. She had a great gene pool to thank for that. After having her son, her good looks returned and her body was tea. Hell, she’d snapped back better than I had and she looked a little thicker on the bottom. I could give props where they were due, but she looked so ordinary with her flat black bob, light makeup, black tube top dress, black kitten heels, and black clutch. She was well put together as always, but she was also boring, common, and worst of all, a backstabbing hoe. I literally laughed in her direction and kept it pushing.

“Girl, was that Lyss?!” Denim asked as we got in the section line.

“Was it? I didn’t notice anybody,” I fluttered my lashes and swung my head to the side.

“Exactly, best friend,” Dream giggled. “Fuck a hoe.”