Moans filled my bathroom, and I'm pretty sure the neighbors knew his name.
"ahhhhhhh"
"You like that," he said in a low voice as he long stroked me
"Ummmm, hummm," I said as my eyes rolled to the back of my head
"ahhh fuck"
We were in my shower fucking like the world was about to end; if there was one thing that he was good at, it was this. He knew just where to kiss me to get me wet and ready. He knew just how to touch me. He knew how to stroke me and which spots to hit to make me weak. Damn, he was good.
He started to pump fast and hard into me, which let me know that he was on edge.
"FUCK YESSSSSS," I screamed as my legs went weak
My legs started to shake, and it was beginning to get hard for me to stand, so he grabbed me by my waist to keep me steady.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW," I yelled
After a second, he came.
He let me go, and my body fell to the floor. My juices were running all down my leg, and I just sat there trying to catch my breath.
"Yo, I'm bout to bounce," he said, getting out the shower
"What time are you coming back?" I said in a low voice
"I don't know," he yelled from the room
"You never know," I said to myself
I got up and started to wash up, and while I was rinsing off, he yelled
"I'm taking your keys" as the door closed
I continued to wash up, and when I was done rinsing off, I decided to wash my hair.
Me and Dontae have been through hell. I mean, all he's good for is sex and maybe his looks. Its to the point where I'm getting tired and I'm about to wave the white flag. Its so frustrating; he has nothing going for himself. I take care of him, me, this house, and sometimes his mother.
And to top that off, he is sneaky as hell. Every time I go through his phone, I see him on Facebook texting some girl or on Instagram in someone's DM's saying some freaky shit. He gives me no respect, and he doesn't act like we're together.
I've been dealing with him for 2 years, but he has been living with me for 8 months, and this whole time it's been me doing all the heavy lifting.
When I first met him, he told me he had a job and a house. But it turns out that he lived with his mom and worked for 3 months and quit because his boss asked him to stay overtime. Like, what type of shit is that? No real man would quit his job just because his boss asked him to work overtime. But then again, Dontae is not a man; he is a little ass boy, and I am the fool that put up with his bullshit.
After I rinsed my hair out, I got out the tub and dried off. After that, I left the bathroom and went down the hall to my room and started to get dressed. Today I was off of work and had nothing planned, so I'm probably going to sit in the house and watch TV. While Dontae is probably out cheating or doing something he has no business doing.
In the middle of getting dressed, I decided to text him and see what he was doing.
"Hey babe, what you doing?" i texted
After a few moments of me waiting for a reply, I decided to text him again.
"Oh so you can't answer your phone😑😒" I texted
I put my phone down and got in bed. I turned on TV and went to the VH1 channel; Love&HipHop Atlanta reruns were on, and I didn't want to watch that. So I turned to the oxygen channel, and they were showing snapped reruns, and I hate watching this show, so I turned back to VH1.
While Love&HipHop was on commercial, I checked my phone. Still no text; see this the shit I be talking about. He always did this shit, and he knew it pissed me off, and that's why I'm always going off.
"See this the shit I be talking about😑. Then you get mad like I am tripping for nothing. You see my text messages, yet you don't respond. I'm so fucking tired of your shit. Yo don't text or call me fuck you," I texted, then threw my phone next to me on the bed
He pisses me off when he does this, like he doesn't have his phone on him 24/7. He probably got his phone now and just wants to be a dick and not answer the phone.
I grabbed my phone and texted him again.
"Yo, after all the shit I do for you, you really going to do me like that. Yo, that's fucked up, but since you don't care, then live without me. Don't call me, and don't text me. Don't try to call my phone talking about how I miss you. Don't text me talking about you wanna see me or you miss this pussy cause this pussy ain't yours nigga, it belongs to someone else FUCK YOU!!!!!!" I texted in rage
After that, I got on Facebook, but I couldn't concentrate because I was thinking about what I just said. Maybe I was overreacting and being mean. Maybe his phone died or he's really busy; yeah, that's probably it. Having a change of heart, I exited Facebook and texted him.
"Babe I'm sorry😩❤. I'm just being crazy thinking that you are in some other bitch's face. But I know that you love me and would never do me like that again. I'm sorry but when you come home, I'm going to make it up to you😘😛😉" I texted smiling
I know my man isn't going to do me like that; he loves me too much. And with that, I got right back on Facebook.
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