Page 31 of Love Me Now: Baltimore & Madelyn
“I can’t help myself either,” he stated as he leaned over and kissed my neck.
As he carried me to the bedroom, I wondered if the shivers from his touch would ever subside, then prayed they never did. Outside of giving birth to my children, this was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
Minutes later as he entered me from behind, my pussy immediately clamped around him. She’d waited anxiously to feel him inside her again.
“Right there,” I moaned. He was dangerously deep and hitting a spot that was too sensitive to take much. Tightly, he gripped my thighs as he pounded into me. I met each stroke, loving how he praised me for doing so.
“I love that you ain’t scared of this shit, baby!” he groaned.
I should’ve been. Baltimore’s dick was long and thick, way more than I’d ever taken before. Still, the way he used it was intoxicating and now that I was addicted, I could never let it go. I knew he was close when his body leaned over mine. He attacked my lips and held my hips steady. His strokes deepened, causing me to gasp for my next breath.Thiswas too much.
“Uh, uh!” he warned. “Take it!”
Loudly, I moaned. “Ooohh!” I came hard, triggering him to praise me even more as he followed suit.
ThehappinessIexperiencedon Cooley Island quickly faded as Baltimore brought the Maybach to a stop in my driveway. It was back to reality and reality came out of the house wearing an ugly expression on her face. To anyone else, my mother simply looked stoic. To me, she looked like she was ready to wage war. My weekend was too perfect to let her fuck up my mood.
Baltimore opened my door, and I climbed out of the Maybach, avoiding my mother’s direct eye contact. Instead, I retrieved a sleeping Genesis from the back seat and left Baltimore to unload all my gifts and luggage.
Passing my mother, I took Genesis into the house and up the stairs to his room. It was early Monday morning and hopefully Genesis would sleep a few more hours while I unpacked my things.
“You’re quite too old to be runnin’ off with a man way younger than you. You’re too old to be fallin’ for another man anyhow. Frankly, you ought to have learned your lesson.”
Heated, I kissed Genesis’s cheek, then placed him inside his crib. I wouldn’t lose my shit inside his room because this space was meant to be serene. Once I made sure he wouldn’t wake up, I walked out of his room with my mother in tow. Softly, I closed the door behind me.
“What is your problem with me?” I asked her.
“Besides the fact that you’re irresponsible, a few other things.”
Disgusted, I said, “If you think that, then why the hell are you here? You have a husband and home to go to. You don’thaveto be here.” I was done believing the bullshit about my father being away on business. Never had my mother done this shit.
“Don’t you dare question me,” she hissed.
“I can do whatever the hell I wantin my house.”
My mother chuckled. “You couldn’t keep your house together if you tried.” Her eyes flicked to Genesis’s door. Immediately, I knew she was throwing Duval and DJ in my face.
“You’ve been staying here for months, pretending to love my son—”
“Your son?” she asked incredulously. “You sound delusional, Maddie. As sweet and handsome as Genesis is, that child is not yours.”
Cut the quick, I hissed, “Get your shit and get out of my house!”
My mother laughed in my face. “Surprised it took you that long.” She walked off like it was nothing and left me standing there seething.
“Do you even love me?” I questioned.
“Child, don’t start that pity shit. You’re too old for that too. This is the bed you made. You can wallow in it. I won’t be here to help you do it.”
“Why the hell did you even come here?” I shouted.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at me. “I came because I hoped that in the last thirty years you realized the mistakes you made. Instead, I find you not only making the same mistakes, but you’re happy doing so. I enjoyed my time with Genesis. Hopefully, you won’t raise him to be a screw up like his father. Or worse DJ.”
Enraged, I yelled, “Get out!”
Toast’s barking was followed by Heir snatching her door open. Sherma caused so much negativity in the house that even Toast knew to shut the hell up when she was around. My poor baby had been holed up in Heir’s room the duration of my mother’s stay.
Heir rushed out of her room and glared at my mother who rolled her eyes at Heir. Toast chased my mother down the stairs, barking at her the whole way down.