Page 53 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Thirty

J avyous

“Stop fucking moving, Kehlani,” I said with a mouth full of pussy.

I had somewhere to be, but her spoiled ass had pouted and whined until I had her pregnant ass folded up on the bed, sucking the soul out of her pussy.

“Mm, I-I c-can’t help it,” she moaned.

My palms were on the back of each of her thighs, keeping them pushed back as I took turns licking and sucking on her swollen pearl.

“Shit, this mothafucka is wet, bae. You sure your water ain’t break and shit,” I asked as I watched her juices leak from her center.

She was making a skincare video so her ring light was still on giving perfect lighting and me a perfect view of her pretty ass pussy.

“Put it in baby,” she begged, but I ignored her and inserted two fingers. “Ahh.”

“Mmhm.” I grinned as I finger fucked her until she released hard on my fingers. I knew she was about to be pissed with me because I wasn’t fucking her, but she would be okay. I planned to drop dick to her later tonight.

After lapping up all of her juices, I released her and stood to my feet then headed into the bathroom. I could feel her staring at my back the entire time.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I brushed my teeth then washed my face.

“I got a move to make, baby.”

“A move? Where do you have to go? You’re off and you’re taking Jocey out today.”

“Facts, so I need to get some shit together for that,” I tossed over my shoulder as I put on my shoes.

“So, you’re not going to fuck me?”

“Right now, naw.” I grinned. “Definitely later though.”

“But I’m horny now,” she whined on the verge of tears. Two things her pregnant ass always was, crying and horny.

“I know baby, but I just helped you bust three nuts. That’s going to hold you over ’til later.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Baby.” I laughed and caught her around the waist and pulled her body into mine as best as her belly would allow.

My shorty was really growing inside of there.

“I got you when I get back with Jocey tonight. I got to get shit in order for her and I got to drop by my pops’ crib to make sure shit is lined up for my mother. ”

“Okay.” She simpered. “I’m sorry for being a spoiled brat.”

“It’s cool, daddy loves to be in that pussy just as much as you love me being in it.”

Grinning, her little nasty ass got up on her tiptoes and kissed my lips.

“I’m so glad we found each other,” she said as she eyed me with love shining from her gaze. My girl was such a fuckin simp and she always had me on simp shit with her.

“Me too because I would hate to have to fuck a mothafucka up for thinking they were going to have you.”

“Baby.” She laughed.

“For real.” I smiled. “You mine. God’s gift to me.”

“Babe.” She simpered as her eyes glossed over. “You think I’m a gift.”

“You are a gift; I don’t think shit.” I playfully frowned. “You’re a gift that I get to experience in this life until I can’t and then I’ll find you in the next. I love you.”

Leaning in, I kissed her lips. I meant every word of what I said too. I would find her fine ass in every single lifetime that I existed in. I ain’t care if she was a mothafuckin’ ant, I was going to find her ass.

“I love you too.”

“You better.” I smiled big and kissed her lips again before releasing her. “I’ll be back soon, get my baby ready.”

I delivered one last kiss to her lips before I left the house and headed to my pops’ crib. I hadn’t spoken to him since all the shit went down with my mother, but she wanted all of her shit from over here. It was obvious he wasn’t going to let her get her shit, so I was going to get it for her.

The door was open and the yard was filled with cars when I pulled up, so I knew Tandy’s hoe ass was selling food. I ain’t give a fuck about that though, all I wanted to do was get my point across, get my mother’s shit, and bounce.

When I stepped inside the house, everyone looked my way.

Some people spoke and some looked too shook to; either way I ignored them all because I had one reason for being there.

Finding my father sitting at the table, I walked over and simply asked everyone to give us a minute. Everyone left the kitchen except Tandy.

“You too.” I frowned.

“I’m cooking.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you doing, I said to give us the fucking room for a minute.”

She looked between my father and me before reluctantly turning to leave the two of us alone. When I was sure that no one was watching or listening, I turned to face him.

“I’ve missed you, son.”

Ignoring him, I slammed the duffle bag that was on my shoulder onto the table in front of him.

“What’s this?” He eyed the bag and me confused.

“A hundred Gs. We’re done.”

“Done? W-what do you mean?”

“I mean what the fuck I said. I fired you, but I know you had bread put up, so put this with it. Don’t call or text me or my mama anymore. That shit is a wrap.”

“JV, come on man.” He chuckled nervously. “This shit ain’t worth it, man. You grew up good, you had a great life, no problems?—”

“You don’t know what the fuck went on in my head as a mothafuckin’ child, so shut yo’ ass up,” I growled cutting him off.

“Son, l-life i-is too short.”

“Yeah, well yours is going to be even shorter if you call one of us again and I’m getting her shit.

” I turned to walk away but stopped short when I remembered something.

“Don’t try to fucking blackmail her either because we already know the statute of limitations is twenty-five years for murder here in Crescent Falls. ”

His mouth dropped open when I said it. Bitch ass nigga.

That time I didn’t wait for a response before I went to her room to get the shit that she asked me to grab.

She didn’t too much care about the clothes and shit because we had upgraded and replaced her wardrobe, but she had some bag in there that had a whole lot of shit that seemed sentimental to her.

Going into what used to be her room, I went straight to the closet like I’d been instructed and grabbed the bag.

I couldn’t help myself, so I looked inside.

In there I saw an assload of my shit. There was all kinds of shit from when I was growing up.

My first hat, my first jerseys, my fucking baby teeth, all kinds of shit.

A nigga really started to feel a way after seeing all that.

Quickly, I gathered myself and stuffed it all back into the bag before leaving.

When I got to the crib, my girl was in the room with Jocey getting her together, so I hurried to ours so that I could do the same.

I was going to pull all the stops out for my li’l boo tonight too, so after I showered and moisturized my body, I dressed in my all black Armani suit.

It wasn’t often that a nigga got all done up like this, but the occasion for sure called for it.

I’d bought Jocey a pretty little black dress to match my suit, so we were going to kill shit tonight.

“Ready!” Jocey shouted as she ran into our room followed by her fine ass mama.

“Damn, baby girl, you fly as hell!” I gassed her up as I held one of her small ass hands in mine and let her do a turn. “You know what’s gon’ really set yo’ shit off?”

“What?” she grinned.

“This.” I pulled a small rectangular box from behind me and held it out in front of her. When I pulled it open she and her mother’s eyes ballooned and she squealed.

“Oh my gosh! It’s pretty! Look Mommy, look!”

I pulled it out of the box and clasped it around her wrist before she rushed over to show her mother.

“It’s so pretty, doll.” Lani smiled at her lovingly.

Jocey then rushed over to me, giving me an airtight hug.

“Thank you so much, JV.”

“It’s nothing, baby girl, anything for you,” I said truthfully.

“Jocey, run and get your purse so you two can get ready to go.”

“Okay.” She nodded before running out.

Once she was gone, Lani sauntered over to me, tossed her arms around my neck and smiled.

“I hope that bracelet was fake, JV.”

“Fuck out of here.” I frowned. “You know better than that.”

“Yeah, I do, but seriously babe; she’s too young for stuff that expensive.”

“Naw, she my fucking princess, so she gon’ have whatever I want her to have, fuck the ticket,” I responded, grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Okay baby.” She giggled.

“Ready!” Jocey announced again, resurfacing with her purse.

“Aight, let’s be out.” I winked at her as I released her mom and grabbed Jocey’s hand so the two of us could be out.

Hand in hand we walked down the steps toward the front door.

“Baby, your keys,” Lani shouted, rushing behind us.

“Naw, I don’t need them.”

Opening the front door, there was a black Rolls Royce parked there with a driver waiting for us. Again, my shorty squealed at the sight.

“Baby, really?” Kehlani chuckled.

She knew I was taking Jocey on a date, but she didn’t know I was going to this extent. I had to though. When my baby was sixty and ready to date, them mothafuckas needed to know how to treat my baby.

“Yep.” I grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips. “We’ll see you later.”

Jocey kissed her mother before I ushered her to the waiting car.

The driver opened the door and helped us inside.

I had him wait until my girl was inside the house before closing my door.

Afterward he rounded the car, climbed inside, and we were off to Diablo’s.

That was only request that Jocey had, to take her to the steakhouse.

The restaurant wasn’t too packed when we got there and I was thankful for that.

I wanted to buy the whole spot out so we didn’t have to worry about fans and paparazzi, but a nigga had really waited too late.

It was cool though. The manager let me know that I would be guaranteed privacy especially considering that I was going to have my child with me.

“These are for you.” I handed Jocey the roses that were waiting for her before we climbed out of the car.

Walking up to the hostess stand, I gave her my name and she seated us immediately. The waitress came soon afterward.

“Good evening and welcome to Diablo’s. Can I start you two with something to drink?”

“Crown and Coke for me,” I answered then looked down at Jocey who was coloring on her menu. “What you want, baby girl?”

“Lemonade,” she replied sweetly.

“Aww, she is too cute,” the waitress gushed. “Is she your sister or something?”

“What?” I frowned.

“I mean, s-she, I j-just know you. Like I-I know you don’t have kids.”

“Ahn, wrong,” I spat, looking her up and down. “Number one you don’t know me, you know of me, and secondly, I got three mothafuckin’ kids.”

“Oh, I-I didn’t know,” she stammered.

“Duh. I just said that.” I shrugged. “Go get our drinks and send a mothafucka that ain’t all rude and nosy to get our food orders.”

I was lowkey hot about that hoe saying that shit. Jocey was my baby, Si too, just as much as my new baby was mine. DNA ain’t mean shit when it came to them.

About ten minutes passed before she returned with our drinks and a new waiter. She apologized again quickly before rushing off. I just laughed and ordered me and my baby’s food.

“JV?” Jocey called out as I watched her color on the paper.

“Am I going to always be your princess?”

“’Til my fucking casket drops, baby girl, then I’m going to come back as a ghost and still treat you like my princess.”

“But I’m scared of ghosts.” She laughed. “Except Casper. He’s a friendly ghost. Is that the kind you’re going to be like?”

“Yeah, baby, like that, but I’m gon’ be a real nigga ghost.”

“What is that?”

“A player ghost. Fly as fuck like I am right now,” I responded. “Get up, let me get some pictures and shit of you.” I lifted her from her seat and placed her on the floor. “Go ahead, walk like you’re on the runway or some shit.”

My baby got into full blown model mode after that. She strutted back and forth, posed, waved, and just put on a show. She’d even gained an audience who gave her a round of applause when she was done.

After posting some of them on my social media and sending some to her mother, the two of us enjoyed our meals over idle chit chat, I let her get some dessert, then we bounced. She had started to get restless as hell.

Once we got home, I walked her to her room where her mother already had her pajamas and shit laid out for her. I was thanking her and God because Lani knew I was going to get her ass right up to get Jocey together.

I took a quick shower before climbing into bed with my wife. She did all that crying and whining just to be sleep when I made it in. I got comfortable in my spot and pulled her body into mine, burying my face into her hair.

“Did she have fun?” Lani mumbled.

“Yeah, she did. Her little ass ran up a check too.”

“My girl.” I could hear the smile in her voice as she turned in my arms. “Thank you for taking her out, baby.”

“Fuck outta here,” I said playfully. “Naw, that’s my baby, she gon’ always get that. You too.”

“I know. We’re so blessed to have you.”

“You blessed to have me?” I repeated with a grin.

“Yep.”

“Bless me with some pussy then.”

“Babe.” She shoved me lightly but mounted my body.

She always loved to try that coy, shy shit, but knew she was going to get straight on this dick. Shit with Lani and I was wild as fuck and had come about in a crazy way, but I wouldn’t change none of the shit.

“I’ve never been this happy, baby. I’m glad I have you.”

“Likewise.,” I admitted, grabbing both of her titties in my hands, giving them a light squeeze and pulling a moan from her.

“Would you go back and do any of this shit over if you could?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

I felt her freeze with her paranoid ass.

“Y-you would?”

“Yeah, I would.”

She tried to move, but my hands quickly went to her waist to stop her.

“Move,” she whimpered.

“No, why you trying to move and why the fuck you crying, baby.”

“Because you said you’d change stuff about us.” She sniffled.

“Naw, I didn’t, so stop putting words in my mouth. You asked if I could do any of this over would I and I said I would.”

“What would you do over, Javyous?”

“I’d find you sooner, so that I could love you longer.”

The little light coming through the blinds slightly illuminated her face so I could see her cheesy ass grin.

“Aww baby,” she gushed as she leaned in to kiss me. “I love you.”

“I know, I love you too, lift up a little bit.”

She lifted a little and eased down onto my dick. Yeah, a nigga made the best decision I could have ever made the day that I’d met my wife. If God said that today was my day to come home, I’d legit die one of the happiest men on earth.