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Drill

“Would you like to add meal prepping? A lot of people would find that beneficial because it’s so popular and I’ve been lurking through your comments seeing everyone mention it,” Sachia grinned over the FaceTime call while taking notes.

Shaking my head, I rubbed the back of my neck and pondered on the thought. Sachia is my social media manager now, but she also wears many hats. Even with me posting shit on my main page she thought it’d be a good idea to promote a business page aside from my personal one. A few weeks ago, I hit a few million followers, not that I gave a damn. That’s where her knowledge gets to put to use, because I pay her top dollar to think when I can’t. Fitness with Drill was expanding day by day and the more business expanded it opened opportunities for me to work with content creators who reached out, endorsement deals and provide elite customer service.

“I don’t meal prep though, I just count my calories,” I asserted.

Momentarily she stopped jotting down notes on and tapped the ball point pen against her chin, in deep thought. “That’ll work,” she shrugged. “I can have my friend get with you about making a website too and adding that as a bonus that your clients or people can purchase.”

“Who?”

“Oh,” she grinned. “Her name is Maliyah, she’s great at graphics and everything, the next time we meet I could have her tag along.”

Listening to her rant on and on, I heard the alarm chime. Akira had already texted me telling me she was on the way. I saw it, but I forgot to respond. It wasn’t intentional but I knew she’d be pissed off, thinking I was ignoring her. Then for me to be on FaceTime with Sachia would cause her to draw conclusions as to why I didn’t. Hearing the garage door slam, I was prepared for her to be with the shit tonight. Lately, she been grouchy as hell and mean as fuck over every little thing and petty shit. Seem like every time I took a deep breath around her, she got aggravated and she’d roll her eyes like I disgusted her. Her father told me it comes with the territory and as time goes on it’ll get better, but that nigga lied. Time ain’t have shit to do with her attitude getting better, in my opinion it got worse. The other day, I used some of her Dove body wash and she threw a fucking bitch fit, then a few days ago, she got mad because I stopped by this lil’ chicken wing spot and didn’t bring her nothing back. It was hard to stay in her good graces and just when I thought I was, she snapped at me for some shit that was beyond my control.

When she entered the room, her protruding belly made an appearance first. I didn’t miss the glare on her face when she came over to me and stood over me, her belly gently brushed against my arm. Akira huffed, while peeking at the video call and rolling her eyes at the screen.

“Is she the reason you didn’t answer my text,” she shot off.

“Bae, c’mon now,” I grunted, displeased. “Please don’t start no shit with me today. Sachia let me call you back.” My thumb lingered over the red x so I could end the FaceTime call, but Akira snatched the iPad from me.

She blurted out, “Do you want to fuck my man? You look like a homewrecker, so don’t lie hoe,” she snapped at Sachia.

“You trippin’,” I mugged her after ending the call. “Was all that necessary?”

“Very much so, if the shoe was on the other fucking foot, and I was giggling and shit in a nigga’s face ignoring your text, you’d be in my shit.”

“Well, it ain’t and every nigga you talk to has a history of trying to get in your panties. Sachia like pussy, she ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout my black ass.”

Pulling my Skims pajama bottoms up as I stood, I felt the familiar comfort of the soft material. Staggering on the plush carpet, I trailed Akira out of my office and shook my head watching her waddle, down the hall to our bedroom as fast as she could. Our baby girl was wearing her down and she complained about wanting to get it over with every other day. Pregnancy looked good on her and she carried it very well. From the back she didn’t look like she was toting my ten pound baby in her gut because her ass was fat and juicy as fuck. I constantly teased her, saying she was carrying our daughter in her hips and ass because that's where all the weight seemed to be accumulating. The jet, black braids in her hair swayed between the cracks of her ass when she walked. From the way she was walking I knew her feet were swollen too, sprinkling on to the aggravation.

In the corner of our bedroom, was a crème tufted lounge chair. I saw the pain in her face when she slowly eased down and gaped her legs open before rubbing her belly. It wasn’t until times like this, I felt bad for my baby. The first trimester was pure hell for her. All she did was lay down and throw up. Her appetite decreased and she could barely keep anything down. Her OB/GYN recommended ginger chews to ease her nausea, and they seemed to help for the most part. I always came to her aid though. Whether it was helping her out the tub, waxing her pussy for her or rubbing her feet and her back at night when she asked me to. Catering to her was the goal and I wanted her to know she didn’t have to lift a fucking finger. Now did her hardheaded, miss independent ass listen, no!

“You wore them shoes knowing they make your feet swollen?” I nodded my head at the denim Balenciaga Triple S sneakers she was taking off her feet.

“It’s not so bad this time and I wasn’t on my feet all day.”

Bending down, I took the shoes from her then walked inside of our walk in closet to put them back in the box. Her side was a fucking mess all the time, while mine was kept neat and clean. She claimed she couldn’t fit nothing, so most of her attire consisted of flare leggings.

“Did you eat?” I yelled out to her. She muttered something unintelligible, so I returned to the room and asked her to repeat herself. “What you say?”

Her elbow was propped up on the arm of the chair and she was scrolling through her phone. “I said, I ate some hot wings and seasoned fries.”

“What I tell you ‘bout that shit?”

“Drill,” she waved me off. “Don’t start, you heard the doctor say that I could eat hot stuff.”

“Right,” I nodded. “I never said you couldn’t, but I told you to cut back on that shit. I’m the one getting out the bed at night from you jumping me out of my sleep to run to the kitchen to grab the mustard because you got acid reflux.”

“Good thing I keep it in my snack drawer, so I won’t have to ask you shit.” Akira rolled her eyes and slowly stood up. “Everything you do pisses me off.”

“What’s new?” I queried with annoyance. “I breath, you pissed off. I forget to respond to a text, you’re pissed off. Don’t start no shit with me.”

It was comical as fuck, seeing her waddle around, but I knew better. She wore my black God Is Dope t-shirt, with her belly peeking out from the bottom and the see through leggings swallowed her ass up.

“I don’t even know why you’re in here anyway. Just because I curse your little hoe out, didn’t mean you had to disconnect the call. You could’ve kept talking to the scary ass bitch,” she snapped.

From the other side of the room, she got undressed while I watched her from my side of the bed. This house was spacious as fuck, with four bedrooms, a den, a living room, three bathrooms, a three-car garage, a sunroom and a kitchen with an island. Going behind her back, I wanted to give Akira the best of the fucking best, so I hit Jalisa up, trying to put her realtor skills to use. Not trying to be on no selfish shit, but the second she told me she was pregnant, the thought of living in separate houses wasn’t a good one. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, and I wasn’t opposed to packing a gym bag, calling her house a temporary home with all her shit inside. Building her a house from the ground up was the best way to go because that’s how she originally did her previous one and I didn’t want to half step. It was the best 31 st birthday present and it took a lot in me to keep it on the low.

“You be so bent out of shape about me talkin’ to other women like talkin’ to other niggas at your job ain’t what you do on the regular anyway.”

“I don’t be giggling and shit all their faces,” she retorted.

“And neither do I,” I responded with a slight shoulder shrug.

“I give you grace, so why can’t you do the same for me?”

With a sharp twist of her neck, she threw my t-shirt back at me, rejecting any offer of grace. “That bitch call you all hours of the fucking day and I’m sick of that shit. Confronting a hoe is all I know. This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “ain’t stopping shit!”

“She’s my social media manager,” I murmured nonchalantly to further piss her off.

“Oh, so you’re taking up for that bitch? What the fuck is a social media manager anyway? I’ve never heard of that stupid shit.”

I chortled “You sound jealous.”

Akira raised her arched brow and put a hand on her wide hip. “Nigga, I don’t have anything to be jealous about when I got the house.” She paused momentarily to rub her belly, then she held up her left hand that was decorated with a platinum pear shaped diamond ring on her ring. “A baby and a ring.”

I wasted no time setting her up to be my wife, she don’t deserve to be a baby mama when her value is too high. My head shook as I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her beautiful body. She was hormonal and was using me as a verbal punching bag. I wouldn’t be surprised if our baby girl came out mean ass fuck and frowning because that’s all Akira did. Her friends knew to stay clear of her bad side, but I always got the short end of the stick no matter what I did. This pregnancy was a teaching thing for me and during the duration I learned so much about women and about her. My hands caressed her belly, feeling my baby kick up a field day. Her belly had turned a shade darker than her normal cinnamon tone complexion and there was copper colored stretch marks beautifully decorating the bottom of her belly, hips and waist. Every night after showering, she’d tell me to tub some Palmers cocoa butter lotion on her stomach and I was seeing improvement. Though with or without them, I loved her harder day by day.

“Then if you got all that, why you trippin’? Fuck I look like getting you pregnant and proposing just to entertain another bitch? I wouldn’t play in your face like that.”

“Then how would you do it, Martavious.”

“Princess, I wouldn’t do it at all. I know what I have,” I stated. “What got you so upset? Did you have a bad day?”

“No,” she pouted. “I’m just ready for the pregnancy to be over with. You ruined my hot girl summer,” she joked. “Now after I drop this baby, I have to have a cold girl winter.”

“Yeah,” I tittered. “I’ma drop you on your fuckin’ head if you even think about that shit. You just be making shit up I see huh? The fuck is a cold girl winter.”

“It’s when I leave you with the baby and breast milk, don’t come home ‘till after three in the morning with my phone being on do not disturb,” she giggled.

“Yeah okay, try that stupid shit it you want to. Your scary ass barely like being out past twelve on the weekend. Don’t get influenced to do no crazy shit that’s gonna have you in trouble with daddy later.”

I removed my hands from around her belly and slapped her on the ass. “This big muthafucka fat as fuck,” I grunted. “How the fuck you look pregnant in the front and the back?”

“That’s what Akea said too. You think it’ll disappear after I have her? My mama said baby weight thickens you up.”

“Princess, you always been thick as fuck, the baby added on to that. Your breasts getting bigger too. I wanna suck on em.”

She gently nudged me in the stomach with her elbow. “You always want to do nasty stuff. That’s why I’m pregnant now.”

“Nah don’t put all the blame on me, like you wasn’t the one saying nut in me daddy, nut in your pussy daddy,” I retorted in her voice. “I was doing what you told me to do.”

“Yeah, right. It’s all my fault.”

“It’s all your fuckin’ fault,” I nodded.

Still gripping her booty, I pulled her closer to me and bit down on my bottom lip. My dick was hard, and I was making her feel it, swaying her back and forth as it poked her stomach.

“Bae, you feel me? You feel how you got me?”

Her eyes were closed when she nodded her head. “I feel it, daddy.”

“C’mon, get me right.”

She whined in a murmur. “I don’t feel like riding dick.”

“Who said you had to ride dick? Just bend over in front of the bed or the bathroom sink. You know it won’t take me long to nut in that pregnant pretty pussy. I need to feel you baby.”

By the look in her eyes, she was contemplating. Akira never starved me of some pussy, and I love that shit. Bitches don’t be lettin’ their nigga fuck no more. Derrick going through that phase right now with his girl and that nigga going through it. Even with her mean ass arguing with a nigga and starting shit with me, she never deprived me that good shit between her thighs.

“Okay.” She gave in with a slow head nod then gave me a warning look. “Drill don’t mess up my braids. I just got these braids done and they still hurt. They’re still sore.”

“I know better. I’m trying to make that pussy sore. Tell me where you want it.”

Wasting no time, my hands were already in my pajamas, grabbing my dick. Precum seethed from the tip, drenching my shaft and dripping down my thigh. My arousal heightened as I observed her contemplating where to engage in sexual activity – in front of the bathroom sink or on the bed. Being familiar with her habits, I anticipated that she would want to change the sheets after having sex on the bed, especially because she had recently purchased a new comforter set. It’s always a messy fuck when we have sex, encouraging us to lay a towel down. From the day I slid inside that tight, wet ass pussy, it was always moist and creamy, wet, gushy and sloppy. She knew what she was working with.

“C’mon, let’s go in the bathroom. I don’t want to change my new comforter set.”

My eyes darted down to her booty with my dick still in my hand, begging to be buried deep inside her. She was naked from when she took off my t-shirt, the only piece of clothing she was in was the black leggings and a pair of white Nike ankle socks. Bending over on the granite countertop, she winced from the cold tile cooling her skin. She had her ass up in the air, giving me a great look at her thick and round booty. She cocked her head back, giving me the green light to undress her.

“What you doing? Didn’t you ask for this?” she asked with her bottom lip poked out.

“I’m waiting for you to get comfortable bae, are you comfortable?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

I bent down just a little bit to help her remove her leggings. My dick dangled between my legs, dripping precum on the floor from my tip, looking like a glob of spit with a creamy texture. Slowly, I glided the tights down her leg and tapped her on her leg signaling her to step out of them once I reached the bottom. The scent of her favorite gourmand fragrance, Valentino, Born in Roma, lingered heavy in the air as I evaded her privacy, ready to fuck up her world and her walls. After tossing the leggings to the side, I bent down to be level with her. My dick led the way to her pussy hole, greeting it, rubbing the head against her wet flesh before sticking it in. We hissed at the same time before she reached her hand back and slightly pushed me. My brows creased as I eyed her through the mirror with concern.

“Ooooooh fuuuuuuck,” she whimpered.

“What’s wrong bae? You good? Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t be ramming all up in me with all that dick Drill,” she whined. “You gotta be gentle with me, this pussy is pregnant, did you forget that?”

“Hell naw, I ain’t forget bae. Daddy sorry,” I responded sincerely and caressed her booty. “I got a lil’ carried away, huh? Let me kiss it.”

Bending down, I gently spread her ass apart and was eye level her hairless pussy and asshole. Cream seeped out of her pussy, so I dived in tongue first and got a taste, slowly gliding my tongue across her clit then up to her ass, spreading the cream. I smacked my tongue and swallowed her cum before talking my shit.

“This what God gave you, huh?” I smirked before licking and sucking on her flesh ever so delicate. Her pussy was fragile and even while she was carrying my seed in her gut, the precious cargo, I catered to her flesh, making sure she was satisfied and sucked away any hurt I may have caused a millisecond ago.

“Shit,” she hissed and threw her head back. “Oh, my fuuuuck,” then she squealed.

Like a thirsty ass dog, slurping up water on a hot day, I slurped and sucked on her flesh. My tongue eased across her bud, flicking it back and forth then sucking on it some more. I continued that motion before sniffing her booty hole and grunted at the sweet and sultry scent of vanilla. My nose crashed against her booty hole again once more and I continued licking and sucking on her good shit, driving her crazy, giving her the best Drill session I had in me. When it came to her, I always showed out in her pussy, like I had something to prove or like it’d be our last time fucking. Pardon me, for wanting to please pussy, but pussy should never be unsatisfied after a fuck session.

“Damn, I love tasting this shit,” I moaned before sticking my tongue in her ass hole. “Shit don’t make no fucking sense how good you taste.”

“Drill,” she whined and repositioned herself on my tongue, causing her booty to jiggle. “I-I don’t want to cum right now. I don’t want to cum yet daddy.”

Pulling back, I eyed her. Her juices dripped down my chin and the taste of her on my tongue hadn’t gone away yet. I swallowed the last little bit of her and stood back up, with my dick my hand. My big ass dick was hard as fuck by now.

“Put it in.” I told her.

She reached behind her and grabbed my dick, positioned it at her pussy, but she didn’t glide it in just yet, she as stalling, sliding the tip up and down her pussy.

“Quit fuckin’ stallin’,” I called her out and slapped her across the ass. “Slide that dick in you baby. Fuckin’ around like you can’t take this dick. Make me show the fuck out.”

“Okayyyy,” she winced and positioned the tip at her entrance.

“Ahhhhh fuuuuuck,” I groaned and threw my head back, feeling her pussy clench my dick, inviting me in, gripping my dick. To give her time to settle, I stood still, so she could adjust. “You want it?”

“Yesss,” she whimpered.

“Tell me you want this dick,” I grunted. “This pussy cummin’ without me and you bitchin’ like you don’t want it.”

Still leveled with her, I thrusted upwards, grinding into her pussy, deep stroking her pussy so she could feel me.

“Ooooh, this dick is so good,” she muttered to herself, barely above a whisper.

“Huh, what you say?”

“This dick is so good baby,” she moaned. “Oh God, I love this dick so much, daddy. You be fucking me so good.”

“I do,” I questioned her, acting clueless. Her braids flowed down her back, so I moved them out of the way. The loose strands flowed down to the crack of her ass.

“You know you do,” she lifted her head up and eyed me through the mirror. “This is why I’m pregnant. I keep letting you fuck me like this.”

“Because I love it,” I moaned. “Just like I love fucking you to.”

Her pussy was making macaroni noises each time I thrusted in and out of her, sounding out the AC. A thick coat of cream covered my shaft making it hard to see my dick.

“Who the fuck told this pussy to cum like this? This shit is a fucking mess.”

“I can feel it cumming Drill?”

“Feel what baby,” I groaned. “What you feel? Tell me what you feel?”

“My pussy is—” Her jaw dropped, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “It’s cumming, oh my fuck it’s cumming baby. It’s cumming,” she shrieked.

“Let that shit go.”

“Oooooooh fuuuuuuck!”

Her pussy clenched around my dick a little tighter and her body froze. My thumbs pressed in her back as my nut released. My toes curled upward as I held on to her booty, making sure to fill her up with all the nut I had left in me. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Dick was still buried deep in her. Pulling out of her, squirt gushed out of her and a mixture of our juices seeped out of her and swarmed down her thighs.

“Damn,” I grunted before bending down to kiss her on the booty. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“I’m about to run us some shower water and wash you up okay.”

My time in the gym was slim now that Akira was pregnant. I waited on her hand and foot, at her beck and call. To be selfish, I wanted her at home all the time too afraid that something would happen, and I wouldn’t be around. She hated that I treated her like she was handicapped, but it is what it is. Until she dropped the cargo, I was going to buried in her skin, all in her bubble invading her space.

Once the water was how she liked it, I held the door open, grabbed her hand and stepped in after her. Hot ass water felt like needles pricking my skin, but she liked it. Delicately, I washed her pussy with her unscented soap and washed her body before taking care of myself. Her after shower care consisted of rubbing oils and shit on her body and feet, and I took care of that before she got dressed and did her facial routine and brushing her teeth. The moo moo barely covered her exposed ass, as she tugged on the bottom of it.

“That ass sit up like two bunk beds,” I joked, while pulling my Polo pajamas up.

“Shut up,” she mumbled. “I’m so ready to get my body back.”

“I like you pregnant.”

“I want to start back laying on my stomach,” she complained as she climbed on the bed. “This baby is so chunky. I can’t believe I’ll give birth to a ten pound baby in the next few days. These months flew by didn’t they?”

The cover was already flipped back on her side of the bed. To enhance her comfort, she repositioned herself on the plush surface, using a body pillow for support and propping her head up with her arm.

“Yeah.” Joining her, I flipped my side of cover back first. “Seem like just the other day, you was at work, with a pregnancy test in your hand, crying.”

“You got to give me a while before putting another one in me.”

“You be the one saying nut in me,” I replied.

Facing her, I looked at her side profile, gazing at her pretty face. “Akea be sending me those labor and delivery videos on Facebook. I blocked her petty ass.”

“You scared?”

She glanced at me with the remote in her hand momentarily then flicked through channels. “Of what, giving birth?”

“Yeah, your pussy gone open up this wide.” To showcase, I widened my hands and chuckled.

“Shut up.” Hitting my arm playfully, she erupted into laughter and continued to flick through the channels. “That’s why I blocked Akea. I can’t wait for her turn to come.”

“You might as well put it on some, you ain’t gone do shit but go to sleep.”

“The last time I put it on a movie, you fell asleep first nigga. I’m not putting it on a scary movie either, you know I have nightmares.”

“I ain’t say a scary movie, put it on American Gangster ,” I mentioned.

Just to let her lie and talk shit, I let her. Anytime we watched a movie or show, she fell asleep then would wake up and pretend like she was up the whole time. My baby worked hard. In between being a kindergarten teacher and expanding the homeless shelter, my baby be busy. During winter break, she took a few days off and extended her vacation, using some PTO.

Her doctor told her body could manage working until her third trimester, but I wasn’t going for that shit. That’s all the more backup she needed to go against why I told her she couldn’t. However, I let her do her thing and let her go on maternity leave when she was ready. When she turned 30 weeks, she hung up her teacher’s hat, but what pissed me off, them muthafucka’s would be blowing up her phone, like they were incapable of doing the job during her absence.