Page 46 of Always Been You

Dyami

“ N o, stop, Marcos! I have to go to work,” I pleaded, lying in his arms in bed.

I had about an hour and a half to get there, and I was already getting a late start due to him keeping me up all night.

I wasn’t complaining, though. It was exactly what I needed to get my head off the craziness Jay tried to pull.

I was happy Chante kept her word and didn’t say anything.

I knew I snapped at her, and I owed her too.

She was trying to be helpful, so I would make it up to her today.

“Call off and spend the day with me,” he said, nuzzling his beard into my shoulder.

“As good as that sounds you know I can’t. I just got back from leave. Maybe if you actually come home and we do something together, you won’t be trying to keep me up all night.”

“I miss you too, baby,” he responded, holding me tighter, and I felt his erection on my ass.

He lifted a hand and smacked my cheek. I found lately his aggressions during sex turned me on way more than I thought they would.

He kept telling me it was more he wanted to do with me, but I was barely keeping up as it is.

Not even pretending I wanted to get up, I pushed my ass against him, and that was his cue.

He lifted and pulled me under him, gripping my waist to hold me in place.

He brushed my hair out of my face and looked at me for a moment.

“You so fucking pretty to me,” he spoke huskily as he prodded at my opening. I didn’t bother to dress after I showered last night, after our second round. He entered me slowly, and the soreness of my walls made it slightly uncomfortable. He buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“I love you, Dyami. You my fucking woman.” He spoke, giving me the shit I loved.

I was a sap, no matter how forceful or gentle the sex was, I erupted when he told me his feelings while he was inside of me.

It was always intimate, even if it was rough.

He would tell me how much he cared, and I could believe him because direct actions followed it up.

He never gave me a reason to second-guess him.

That was a turn on all within itself. Actually, since we've been together, there was so much I didn’t have to think about.

He made sure I never had to worry about the little things.

I would get in my car every morning with a full tank of gas and money left in the cup holder for whatever I needed.

He made sure I never had to ask or wanted to.

That kind of support was making me fall for him deeper than ever before.

I let the feeling that he was giving me take over, and I felt my orgasm start to build.

He felt the tension in my body and started digging more aggressively.

He lifted my right slightly, and within two minutes, I was raining on him like no tomorrow.

Instead of continuing, he pulled out of me quickly.

“What are you doing?” I was irritated as hell. I wanted more. He laughed his normal cocky laugh.

“You're the one who said you gotta go to work. Now yo’ ass mad.”

“Whatever,” I said, smacking my lips and getting out of bed.

He was out after me, and when I tried to open the door to the bathroom, he closed it.

I turned to face him, and he rested his arms on the door frame over my head as his eyes connected with mine.

I dropped my gaze to his still erect dick, and I bit my bottom lip.

When I looked into his face again, he was wearing that sexy ass smile.

“Oh, trust me. I want you too. But you're right, you gotta work, and I promised MJ I would spend some time with him today. I got big plans for us tonight, and they don’t just include the way I plan to have you cumming on this dick or in my mouth.” He kissed me deeply and opened the door behind me. “I’m going to get breakfast ready.”

When he tried to move, I caught his waist. With my other free hand, I placed it in my pussy and rocked my head back against the door.

“You playin.” His voice was strained.

“Go make breakfast.” I teased.

“Let me see.” He dropped to his knees and widened my legs.

“I want you so bad, baby. It feels so good, but not as good as you.” I admitted. He was making me crazy about the dick. He stuck his tongue out, and I pushed my pussy forward without shame.

“Daddy!” MJ’s small voice said through the door. Marcos rose to his feet quickly.

“I’m coming out, boy. Give me a second.”

“Okay.” MJ sang, and I heard his little feet scurry away.

I threw my head against the door as we both laughed. I grabbed his dick and his bottom lip slipped between his teeth.

“Later tonight?” I reiterated.

“All night.” He corrected.

He kissed my lips, threw on some basketball shorts, and walked out of the door.

I went into the bathroom. I showered, and I appreciated that my hair was manageable for once in my life.

I was able to get ready for work in record time.

I emerged from the room, and my nose led me to the main kitchen in the middle of the house.

I couldn’t help but feel warm inside when everyone greeted me.

It felt like, for the first time, I was a part of a real family.

Marcos really cared for and accepted us all.

Ms. Lyn and MJ were sitting on one end, Chante sat in the middle across from Trina, while Chubby and Marcos were still over the stove preparing the meal.

I slipped into the chair next to Trina, giving her a playful nudge on the way down.

“Stop Chump!” she whined. She was adjusting and no longer bucking the system.

We had visited our mother, and I feel that helped tremendously.

My mom was getting it together. I knew it had only been a day since she had been up, but she was serious about rehab.

Marcos even offered to pay for it, and I couldn’t even express how much I appreciated it.

I was finally starting to see, for the first time in my life, that I was surrounded by love from all angles.

“Ms. Dyami! Look!” MJ squealed as I looked around for him. I couldn’t place him until I looked down and saw him beside me.

“Look what daddy got me yesterday!”

“Oh, now that’s cool. We have to play with it as soon as I get home.”

“Yay! And we can play Roblox too. I have it on my tablet, but you don’t have a tablet.

Maybe daddy will get you one.” I had to smile at him.

He was so cute. I hadn’t had much time with him lately, but I vowed to change that, too.

There was so much going on, but knowing I was going to be with Marcos, I had to make sure I had a good relationship with MJ.

I mean how could I not? He was the cutest kid ever.

I would even respect his crazy ass mother if she didn’t try to play those hand games.

I’m sure she remembered how that turned out for her the first time.

“Boy, what I tell you about pushing up on my woman? We will play with you for a bit, but Dyami and I have plans tonight. I actually have plans for all of us,” Marcos cut in.

“Well, hopefully the plan involves more than y’all being horizontal. Don’t think I’m gonna be a nanny around here!” Ms. Lyn said, and I blushed like a hooker in church.

“I don’t need to be horizontal to do that.” Marcos licked his lips and threw a wink at me.

“MARCOS!” I chastised. He laughed, and Trina snorted, trying to cover hers. “Umm, I gotta get out of here, guys, or I’ll be late for work. Chante, you coming?” I moved quickly from my chair to make a quick exit.

“Umm hmm, I bet,” I heard Ms. Lyn call as I walked out. Chante caught pace with me as we headed for the door.

“Come on girl, let’s drive my car,” I urged her.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t notice the fact that you're trying to be nice to me today, hoe.”

“I know, boo, I’m sorry for snapping yesterday,” I said, putting on my best version of puppy dog eyes.

“It’s cool. I ain’t worried,” she said, walking to my car and getting in.

We rode to work bumping all our favorite ratchet music.

We were all smiles, doing our best versions of our sit-down twerking dances.

It reminded me that I hadn’t had fun in a while.

I didn’t know what Marcos had planned, but I hope it was something fun, and maybe even Chubby and Chante could tag along.

They were inseparable and getting serious just like we were.

I decided to text Marcos after pulling into my usual parking space for work.

The smile on my face must have been evident because Chante couldn’t stop teasing me on the ride up the elevator to our floor.

I didn’t want to hide my happiness so she could crack all the jokes she wanted.

At the end of the day, her ass was sprung too.

She wasn’t fooling me. She usually kept a rotation, but since she had been with Chubby, he had killed that talk of any other man.

When your nigga is everything he was supposed to be, there was no need for anything else.

***

The surprise that Marcos had planned for us was unbelievable.

Marcos booked us a private flight to New York, and before we knew it, we were all having dinner on the rooftop of our hotel.

That was another thing that I noticed. He never left anyone important to me out.

I knew he and Chubby were friends, but he had no reason to show so much hospitality toward Chante and Trina other than just wanting me to be comfortable and happy.

Of course, Ma Lyn and MJ were also in tow. He booked the whole floor for us.