"Why are you bringing random bitches around my daughter?"
She gazed at the youthful man with his rich, dark cocoa complexion, her eyes narrowed at his deep brown eyes. He leaned his bare back against the smooth black suede couch, causing her to tap her foot frantically on the soft cream-colored carpet beneath them. The couple was surrounded by four walls painted in a delicate eggshell white, adorned with posters of iconic music legends such as P. Diddy, Biggie Smalls, Faith Evans, Mary J. Blige, 112, and a plethora of gold records and Bad Boy Records posters. The smell of weed mixed with her fragrant jasmine perfume and his overpowering cologne lingered in the air of the spacious living room, as he let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
"So you're not gonna talk to me?" she asked, her palm on her chest.
Christian better known as Puff Daddy's firstborn son, has been bringing random women around their four-year-old daughter named Princess and Jatiana didn't like it one bit.
"I'm not really sure what the problem is.." He shrugged nonchalantly, rolling his eyes.
"Have you thought about how this affects me and our daughter or are you still trying to be like you damn daddy?" Jatiana spat, anger blazing in her eyes.
He rose up from the couch as he stepped closer to his ex-girlfriend with his eye tightening."Mmcht, man So I can't have fun in my own damn crib now!?" Christian shot back, waving his arms in disbelief.
"It's not about having fun, it's about being responsible. You can't just bring any woman around our daughter, she's impressionable."Jatiana shot back at him, her voice laced with frustration.
"Impressionable? She's four years old, she's not gonna remember any of this Jatiana." Christian scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"That's not the point," Jatiana retorted, "It's about setting a good example for her and being a responsible parent Chris—."
"You know what? I'm gonna go put our daughter to bed." Jatiana replied, storming out of the living room and into their daughter's bedroom.
After their heated argument, Chris realized that her feelings matter and their daughter's feelings matter too, allowing sudden regret to sink in as Jatiana walked back in the room.
He pulled her into his arms with his eyes full of regret, sitting her on his lap, "Look at me, I'm sorry—" he was cut off by her, "No you're not." She shot back, crossing her arms as she looked the other way.
"I'm sorry that I didn't realize that you and Princess's feelings matter and she can remember this. All because of my dumb ass." He admits, gripping her chin to force her gaze into his, pouting his lips as he pecked her lips tenderly.
"I'll try to forgive you but, trust is earned, Christian. You need to start earning it." She shook her head, pecking his lips back.
"Can I make it up to you?" He purred seductively, leaning his back against the couch.
"Oh you better.." she purred back. Jatiana bites her lips, smirking back at him.
Chris grinned mischievously, "I can think of a few ways," he said, winking at her. Jatiana rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but feel a flicker of desire at his words.
"Okay, fine," she relented, giving him a small smile. "But you still have a lot to make up for."
Chris nodded, pulling her in for a deep kiss, determined to show her just how sorry he was. As they melted into each other's arms, they both knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but they were willing to work through it together.
♡♥︎♡
Her fingernails digging into his shoulders, she moaned deeply as his hands lifted her legs to rest them on top of his shoulders. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes locked with his intensely. Christian buried his face deep between her legs while the tip of his tongue traced her wet folds. Her bare back was pressed against the cushions of the black plush couch. his fingers stroked in and out of her at a decent pace, she couldn't help but let out another moan. "Shhh, we don't want our daughter to hear you," Chris whispered, her hips rolled on his tongue to moan louder. "Chrisss...oh fuck!"
She bit her bottom lip as his fingers strikes a spot that made her see stars behind her closed eyes. Chris knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body shake. His fingers moved faster, "ohhh! Chris!" she chanted out, Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at her with a wicked grin. "I want to taste you," he said, as he climbed over her body and positioned himself between her legs.
She watched him as he lowered his face and his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. She gasped and arched her back, "Chris!" He sucked roughly on her clit causing her toes to curl in the air. Chris held her hips down and continued to lick and suck on her wet folds while his hands kneaded her breasts with his thumbs grazing her erect nipple, "I love you, I'm sorry." Chris kissed her thigh and replied, "I love you too,"
Chris's head swayed from side to side onto her wet folds. he couldn't help but tease her with a compliment. "Pretty ass.." Her whimper of pleasure only fueled his desire, and he smacked her thigh, causing her to squeal. His fingers curled and swirled into her wet walls. "Damn girl," he groaned, "i-i'm cummin—" before she could say another word, she came undone on his face, he quickly cleaned up the mess with his tongue, licking his lips.
Chris climbed back up to her. He pulled her into his arms and held her close, feeling her heart pounding against his chest. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. She nodded, trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, I'm good." she managed to say, a huge smile spreading across her face. Chris chuckled and kissed her lips. "I promise I'll be more responsible," he replied.
