Page 21 of Pieces of Us

I wiped my mouth and lifted. “Be ready to do that shit all night,” I told her, sliding between her legs.

We locked eyes as she gazed up at me lovingly.

I slid my tongue in her mouth, and we engaged in a passionate kiss.

I didn’t hesitate to fill her up as she grabbed onto the wings of my back.

I had to pause so I wouldn’t cum prematurely.

My hips slowly activated, slipping in and out of her warm, tight, and wet pussy.

I delivered hard thrusts, trying to tattoo my dick on her cervix.

“Oooh, fuck!” she cried out.

“Stay with me,” I said.

Her eyes misted as her lips came to my shoulder.

I needed her here, in my home, in this bed…

permanently. There was no way I was blessed to have her back in my life and not have her to myself.

God knew she was supposed to be mine. Her daddy may have separated us, but he couldn’t separate the love we had for each other.

She bore my seed. In my heart, if God intended for us to be apart, He would have never allowed Megan to grace this world. She was my bloodline, my legacy.

“I-I can’t.”

“You can…You will always be mine. I can’t live without you no more, baby. You belong to me.”

“Hemi!”

I lifted, grabbed her thighs, and pounded into her. Her sexy ass sex faces had me delirious with the need to imbed myself inside of her forever.

I slowed my rhythm and gazed into her eyes. I could feel my climax building as my eyes misted. There was no way I could let her work it out with that nigga. She was mine, and I was coming back for my belongings.

“Morgan…” I belted out as I spilled my seeds deep in her womb. Once my racing heart settled, I looked down at her and frowned slightly. “Tell that nigga goodbye, Mo. If you don’t, I will.”

With that, I left the bed to go start our shower. After we showered, I made us a snack while she lay with her head on my chest, and I kissed her forehead.

“He’s going to try to do something to your dad now that I went against him.”

“I ain’t worried about your pops, Mo. I don’t know the full story, but I know it has something to do with your moms.”

“What?”

“Yeah…I was eavesdropping on one of my pops conversations, and I heard him mention your mom and why your pops is mad at him.”

“Oh my God. My mom mentioned cheating on my dad…Do you think it was with your dad?”

I shrugged. “Could be. I don’t put it past my pops. He was a friendly nigga after losing my moms.”

“Wow…That would explain why he’s so against your dad.” She sat up and looked at me. “I hate what my father did to us. I could understand him being upset, as any father would be after catching their child in a bad way, but he took things to the extreme, and I allowed him.”

Her eyes fell away, and I lifted her head to look into her eyes.

“I don’t want to dwell on the past no more.

We’re grown, you’re here, and you make decisions for your own life now.

I wish you would have come to me once you went to college, but I understand why you didn’t.

You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Mo.

I don’t care what that man says he’s going to do; I got us from here on out. Okay?”

She nodded and kissed my lips.

“But now there’s Justin. I know he’s going to try to take Mariah away from me. I know he’s going to use me not having a job and that I’m messing around with you against me. We have to keep this thing quiet, at least until my divorce is final.”

I shook my head as I sat up and leaned my head back in deep thought.

I hated this shit. I didn’t like it one bit, but I knew she was right.

My mind was already formulating a plan to fuck her pops and that nigga up.

It was only a matter of time—which was soon.

I was about to pay his old ass a visit that was about to have him calling on God to spare him from my wrath.

Morgan straddled my lap and pecked my lips.

“It’s going to be over soon. I promise. I knew there was no way after seeing you again that I wouldn’t choose you.

You’ve been choosing me for a long time.

” Her eyes perused our spacious bedroom.

“You literally bought our dream home and decorated it just how I wanted it. I still haven’t explored everything, but from what I’ve seen, you designed it with me in mind. ”

“Everything I did was with you in mind. I was serious about you then, and I’m serious about you now. I don’t care what you have to do to release yourself from that nigga. Just get it done, and let me worry about the rest. You hear me?”

“I hear you, baby…You were right, though. I wasn’t ready for that grown penis.” She giggled as I grabbed her ass and smiled. “I’m already thinking of ways to speed up this divorce process so I can get back to you.”

“Don’t worry about shit, mama. Everything is going to go how it was always meant to be.”

“I agree. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. Now, let me see how much.”

Our love was why she got pregnant and gave birth to my daughter. I was robbed. I was cheated. I needed that time back, and to be able to do all the things I told her we were going to do. I needed her to know that fuck nigga she married was never meant to be in her space.

I walked through the parking lot of Renewed Salvation Baptist Church, seeing people outside setting up for some type of event. Memorial Day was a few days away, so I assumed Gio put something together for the church.

Before I stepped through the doors of the church, I asked God to forgive me for what I was about to say and do. This man was no man of God. I’d met a sinner with more compassion than this man. This man didn’t know me and never tried to, but he was about to meet the nigga I keep bottled up.

Walking inside, the church was empty. The church was big, and it probably held up to a thousand members.

I walked down a hall seeing multiple doors until I came upon the one that had his name on it.

Without knocking, I opened the door and wished I could unsee what the fuck I was seeing.

He had his back turned toward the door with a woman on her knees.

The nigga was so engrossed in getting his dick sucked that he didn’t even hear me come in.

Good.

I moved hurriedly over to him, putting his ass in a tight chokehold.

Ol’ girl screamed and ran out of the room as Gio bucked against me.

He had about a hundred pounds on me, but I had been taught early on how to squabble up.

Cole wouldn’t have it any other way because we had to protect the women in our lives.

“Wha—Gah!” He tried to get out, but my grip was tight.

“Yeah, call on the Lord. You gon’ need Him to save ya ass from me killing you.”

I took my fist and pounded it on his big ass stomach twice then dropped him.

His pants were at his ankles as he coughed profusely.

He struggled for a good minute before I let him get up to fix himself.

Once he was on his feet, he swung at me.

I dodged it and hit him twice. He fell into his desk but quickly regained his footing and charged at me.

Upon his approach, I grabbed him, flipping him on his back, giving him body shots.

“One. Two. Three…” I counted each hit. When I got to thirteen, I made sure I hit him directly in the mouth. Blood spilled from his lip as I stood upright, breathing heavily.

“You motherfucka!” He spat. “You will regret putting your hands on me!”

I smirked at him. “There he is. The real man beyond the pulpit.”

He struggled to his feet as he fixed himself, still groaning in pain.

“You don’t know my life. You don’t know anything about me, little nigga.”

“That’s funny. I said the same thing about you.”

“I know everything about you Newson niggas. Y’all think y’all hot shit, but ain’t nothing but hell raisers...poisoning your own people, taking their hard earned money—”

“Shut the fuck up.” My ears were starting to burn from the heat searing through me.

“You were the same motherfucka on the block doing the same exact shit. How can you help people renew their salvation when you in here getting your dick sucked by a woman who is a member of your congregation? Tell me that, pastor .”

He rubbed his jaw as he stared at me. I could see the evil man resting inside of him. This man was a false prophet, leading his flock to eternal damnation.

“You need to mind your business. Just because I have my demons to deal with, doesn’t mean I can’t lead someone to their salvation.”

I chuckled. “You’re fucking sick, man. I’ve always known it. You even had your wife and daughters fooled into believing you cared about them, yet you force them into marriages with fuck niggas who do the same shit you do. They just don’t claim to be holier than thou.”

“How’s your wife Diana?” He smirked at me as if he was waiting to call me out.

I laughed. “I don’t know how my ex-wife is doing, Luci.

But fuck all of that. I have a good mind to kill your stupid ass, but I know what it’ll do to my girl.

Even though she can’t stand your bitch ass, I know she doesn’t want to see you dead.

You’re the worst type of nigga and should be ashamed of yourself for putting on that robe and claiming to be a man of God.

There’s a special place in hell for niggas like you. ”

“Fuck you. I should have turned your punk ass daddy in when I had the chance and made you and those bitches you call sisters orphans. You won’t get away with putting your hands on me.”

I moved my foot far back and kicked him in his shin like I was playing soccer. He almost fell before I grabbed him by his collar and looked him in the eyes.

“That evidence you think you have on my pops is long gone. And guess who got rid of it? The very woman you lay next to at night. I paid her a visit before I came here. I had to know why she allowed your potbelly ass to break up my happy home. Why she allowed you to keep my fucking daughter away from me.” I sneered, getting even more pissed.

“And she told me that before Morgan and I even got together, she sat on a real nigga’s lap and had a good time.

It was so good that she was considering leaving you for him, and that’s why you’re mad. Glad she didn’t, though.”

I tossed him into the lounge chair that sat in the corner.

“I was going to let my pops handle you, but this shit was personal. I know why you didn’t want me with your daughter, but answer me one question, Lucifer. Why would you make my wife keep my daughter away from me? Huh?”

“You think I wanted some hoodlum with my daughter?” He whimpered.

“The shit that your father was into would have killed her. My daughter was too good to be slumming with the likes of you niggas. I refused for her to be associated with you evildoers. You had already corrupted her; I wasn’t letting you do the same to my grandchild. ”

“Do you know me, my nigga?”

“I do!”

“You don’t. You ran with my father. He put food in your punk ass mouth and kept you living lavishly.

You decided to ‘follow the Lord,’ ran off with a million dollars of his money, opened a church, and kept a video tape of him killing someone as leverage if he ever decided to come for you.

Little do you know, he spared you because of your wife and kids.

“My father may have made some mistakes, but his heart was good. He taught me and my sisters the right way and how not to follow in his footsteps. You don’t know me, motherfucka. But you should thank God, my mother, and your daughter that you’re being spared today.

“You allowed a fuck nigga to marry my wife, get her pregnant, and claim my seed as his own. Good thing Queenie showed me grace because I really want to wrap your belt around your neck and strangle you for that bullshit you pulled.”

He scoffed. “You need to be thanking me. Justin is a great father to Megan, and no matter what you say, you can’t convince me that you would have been any different from your fucked up father. Look at what you just did to me. You call yourself a professional doctor acting this way?”

“You just don’t quit, do you?” I chuckled menacingly. “All of your sins are about to come crashing down on you, and I’m going to have a front row seat of your downfall. If I were a snitch bitch like you, I’d tell Mrs. May how you got another woman in here sucking on your rotten dick.

“But I’m sure she’ll find out everything you’ve been doing in the dark. Keep my name out of your fucked up mouth. I’m sure Morgan is going to find out that I beat your ass, but the good thing is she won’t care, and she still gon’ fuck with me. You can’t stop shit this time, big boy.”

I patted him twice on his cheek then turned to walk away just as Mrs. May entered the office. Tears were streaming down her face. I was sure it was from hearing about her husband’s infidelity and ungodly ways.

“May—” Gio started, but she held up her hand.

“My flight is already booked to go to the Philippines to stay with my mother for a while. I came here to tell you that she was sick and needed me to come down, and this couldn’t have come at a better time.

I’m done with you, Gioni. It’s been a long time coming, and it couldn’t have come sooner.

I pray that God forgives you for all the wrong you’ve done. ”

His eyes fell and face grew solemn. “You can’t leave me, Maylynn. You vowed your life to me.”

“Tuh. Watch me. I wish I would stay married to you after the mess you’ve been doing!

I can’t believe you, Gioni. You really are the devil, and you really need help.

Goodbye.” She then looked at me. “Thank you, Nehemiah. I’m glad somebody finally beat his ass.

” She shook her head. “Go get my daughter. I should have done something a long time ago. You two loved each other no matter what that nasty, evil man said. You were always good to her, and she loved you dearly. The proof of that is in human form.”

She smiled at me as I gave her a hug then left. My deed was done. I got my ones with his fake ass, and now, I could move on to finally living happily ever after with the woman of my dreams. There was just one more obstacle we had to get through, and I prayed I didn’t have to hurt that nigga too.