smoke def prefers reverse cowgirl, he likes watching the way you move your hips as you bounce up and down on him. he’ll grab your hips, moving you the way he likes as you throw your head back in pleasure. he’ll keep quiet most of the time, with the exceptions of a few expletives exclaimed here and then. he likes listening to your own moans, they stroke his ego while your pussy strokes his cock.
stack, on the other hand, prefers you ride traditional cowgirl. he loves looking up at your pretty face, he grins while admiring you pleasing yourself on him. he loves watching your tits bounce with each stroke, no matter what size. he’ll even reach a hand up to grab and knead them once in a while. stack will grip your hips to keep you steady, knowing that you get tired after a little bit. he’s definitely more vocal than his brother, not afraid to let you know you’re making him feel good.
one thing they both have in common is when they give you a break by holding your hips and thrusting their own into you, fastening the pace and getting you even closer to your impending orgasm.
afterwards, stack will usually cuddle up with you and tell you sweet nothings. but being true to his name, smoke will sit up on the bed and smoke one of his pre-rolled cigarette. he’ll even let you light it, too.
.warnings: foul language, abuse towards women, oral, (p in v), smut, minors do not interact. strictly fictional
.Summary: After the release of her latest album Bria performs for Tiny Desk, and does a half-assed introduction of her new relationship to her family.
.pairing.: Terry!Richmond x Bria (fc: Teyana Taylor)
Your love feels like all four seasons growing inside me
Life has a reason
There was a hustle and bustle of commotion going on around her, but it had been drowned out as Bria had sat at her vanity table with her legs crossed. In front of her was a collection of makeup products and hair tools that had long been pushed to the side in place of her carefully decorated gaming laptop, where the screen displayed an open browser of emails, detailed schedules, and retail listings. Her mind should have been on preparing herself for this paid appearance set up by her media team, but a distraction was needed from the disappointment of not having him here.
Muffin: Some stuff came up with work my love, I won’t be back til morning.
BB: Okay ... .be safe please.
Muffin: As always, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.
Bria knew he would. Any promise he made, he always kept times ten, whether it was missing a live performance, or canceling a trip that was quickly rescheduled for the following week or month. He never made her wait long. She was just a stage five clinger, especially with a man like him. A man that made her feel like she was on top of the world, like she could think called life. He was everything she could ever dream of and that scared her, enough to the point that she was slightly grateful that he wasn’t here.
“Bria.” A soft knock comes to the door along with the call of her name. She turns her head to see Kay, one of her closest friends, peeking her head in the door. “Those envelopes you requested are here..”
“Just put them on the chairs, and uh, tell em not to open them until the filming starts.”
“Okay,” Kay pauses, seeing the far off look in her best friend's face, “You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“I’m here if you wanna talk B.” Kay steps in further, but keeps the door slightly ajar. “Is it about Dame?”
Bria shakes her head. “I’m good, I promise.”
She nods, “well you know I’m here, if you ever need anything.” What is understood didn’t have to be spoken as she left Bria to her moment of peace. The door shut behind her, but she could still hear the production crew setting up and yelling at each other the times left before filming would begin. She hums, and closes her computer and moves it to the side. She stared at her reflection through the mirror, her once sunken features from lack of sleep, constant crying, and physical abuse being replaced with eyes slowly filling with life, a warm glow to her brown-skinned she hadn’t seen in years. The makeup she applied had been natural, and only enhanced her afro-centric features. Features she learned to love all over again.
Another knock to the door came and a head peaked in. “Bria.”
She looked over to see that Tania, her manager, had fully stepped in. A clipboard is tucked in her arms, with her phone in the other. Tania had been with her since the beginning of her career, she saw the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. She knew when her songs were a hit or miss, and gave her the brutally honest truth. Tania played no games with her came, and Bria was forever indebted to her no matter how much she tried to say it wasn’t nothing.
“Wassup, T?”
“Filming, in ten….”There was a silence, and Bria could see the furrow in her eyebrows and a curl of her lips in the corners that signaled a scowl and curses were coming along with it, and before she could ask what was up, her phone had vibrated consistently next to her. The screen lit with one notification after the other, messages, comments, reblogs, tweets, tags, it was a constant wave until she finally picked it up and clicked on a random one that came in just as she unlocked her phone.
THE NEW YORK TIMES: RAP ARTIST BRIA IS SAID TO BE TESTIFYING AGAINST XL ARTIST DAME ON THE SUSPICION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT ON HER AND SEVERAL OTHER WOMEN.
BREAKING NEWS: XL FRESHMAN ARTIST DAME ON TRIAL FOR ALLEGED CHARGES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, BATTERY, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT AND ILLEGAL POSSESSION OF FIREARMS. SEVERAL WITNESSES SET TO TESTIFY IN THE UPCOMING TRIAL, INCLUDING CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED ARTIST BRIA DUDLEY.
TMZ: RAPPER BRIA IS SET TO TESTIFY AGAINST DAME, FOR ALLEGED PHYSICAL ABUSE.
THESHADEROOM: RAP ARTIST DAME IS UNDER FIRE AND ON TRIAL FOR ALLEGED ABUSE TOWARDS EXGIRLFRIEND BRIA.
Bria’s heart dropped as she read the multiple headlines, wondered how they got out and who leaked them to the press, on one hand she had been happy that it was out and hopefully it would shed light on the type of person Dame was, but she was was worried how it was going to taint her image, as this investigation and trial had been years in the making, and she didn’t want it to all coming crashing down because somebody wanted to make a quick buck off her name. A frown began to form on her pouted lips as she wondered if he was seeing it and what he thought.
Tania breaks her train of thought. “Don’t worry about that right now, it was eventually going to come out.” It was harsh coming out of her mouth, but that was how Tania spoke. She was blunt, and straight to the point no matter who she was talking to.
Bria pulled off the little cape she used to cover her outfit while doing her make-up. “Just wish it was on my terms.”
“When was it ever?” It was a rhetorical question that surprisingly had an answer. Anything dealing with Dame was never on her terms, their relationship, whether personal or business was always public information, the brief tv show they had to try and propel his career that only dimmed in light of hers skyrocketing, her many miscarriages that were leaked by his so called friends, post and deletes of her battered and bruised face brushed off as sfx makeup for his music videos that never saw the light of day. Money that slipped from her hands into his and suddenly funded his lavish lifestyle and others. Dame had controlled it all. A struggle for power over her mind, body and soul. The abuse had been mentally,physically and spiritually draining, breaking her down piece by piece until she was a shell of a person. He ruined her in more ways than one and when she thought she could break free, there he was waiting in the shadows ready to strike again.
“What should I do T.” She looks away from the mirror, not wanting to stare too long to notice her imperfections.
“Do what you do best.” Tania softens her voice, tucking away the manager persona, to that of her being her big sister. “You heal through the music and through this mystery man you won't tell me your new album is about.”
Bria nods. Her journey back to singing had been rough. Her disastrous split from Dame and her sudden disappearance from the public eye had left her broken, unable to continue with a passion she loved the most. She lost the will to sing, to write, to dance, to rap. Something she once loved ripped from her hands as if she didn't deserve it. Until she met him. He was the light at the end of the tunnel, a spark that made her ideas bright. A man that loved her back to life; who helped her through her emotions of recording that album. He loved her despite the storm she was going through. He was her soldier in waiting and she was forever indebted to him. “And Dame?”
“Contrary what the blogs and his fuck ass may think, your attorney and I got it under control. You just keep being you.”
Bria could only nod and trust that they knew what they were dealing with. Dame was unpredictable, unstable and there was no telling what he would do now that this was out. “I trust y’all.”
“This is your chance to tell your truth,” Tania looks at her clipboard and phone briefly, then back at her friend. “Remeber who the fuck you are..”
Bria soaks it all in, letting her words swirl in the back of her mind as she removes the silk durag from her hair, one he taught how to tie exactly like his. Her lips smack together to rub in the clear beauty store lipgloss that happened to be cherry flavored together. As she looked in the mirror, flashbacks of him degrading her crossed her mind, but were soon replaced with him, kissing away those scars, reminding her she was one of one. “I’m that girl.”
“Damn right, now fix yourself and be down in five.”
Tania leaves her to get herself together, letting her have a moment to breathe deeply and exhale. Her phone had been her lap going off nonstop until she silenced it. Curiosity still killed the cat and she found herself back on the social media sites scrolling through the comment sections. It couldn’t be right?
Bria had expected most of them to not believe her, she just hadn’t expected for them to double down on trying to victim blame, or defend his actions, when most of the police reports are on public records and easily attainable. Bria really had no hope for half of the female population who still supported him and she was grateful for every positive word of encouragement that got lost in the negative ones.
BBFans: Anyways, go stream Special Delivery and make it number one on the charts for the fourth month in a row!
Her album, Special Delivery, had dropped three months ago, and it was topping the charts like no other–what better way to celebrate the number one streak than to perform her classics on the promotion, Tiny Desk. Her phone vibrating against the vanity steals her attention.
Just as she grabbed her phone to clock on the gray bubble, the door to her room opened. She snaps her head back to see who was coming in.
“They’re ready for you,” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood room. She nods, fluffing out her bangs before deciding to finally get up, and sliding her phone into her pocket.
‘That would just have to wait,’ Bria mutters to herself, smoothing her hands down her black cargo pants. She needed the distraction. The sight of several technical and production members, coming in and out of her parents home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to perform on their platform. She was riding the high of her newest album, but never dropped the pen. Bria knew she wanted to use this as a way to release her anger, to finally wash it all away and be done with it. She agreed under the condition that she does it from the comfort of her parents home, with a handpicked audience. The production team had finally set up her dad’s office into a mock replica of their studio office using her childhood memories as a backdrop. The band and singers weren't too far from where she would stand, almost blending with the homey feel of the backdrop.
Bria stands in her spot, realizing she had more room than she thought. Last minute tech hookups, and makeup touchups had been done. She had hoped when she finally opened her eyes she would see him standing on the other side, instead she was greeted with several cameras in her face and the director calling for places “You guys ready?”
“What’s up, what’s up, what’s up..” Bria claps her hands together with a tight-lipped smile that would soon change. “It’s your girl Bria, and welcome to Tiny Desk, live from My dad’s office.”
The slow beat of a piano being played from behind her, mixed with the various brass instruments echoed through the room in a smooth Harmony. It gained her audience attention rather quickly–by crowd, meaning her family and team. She sways slowly with both hands grabbing a hold of the mic, the first note that left her mouth so sultry, immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the Shameful album.
Rain on Me.
She hadn’t sung this song in years, only writing it in the heat of the moment to release pent up anger and frustration. To her it was the start of her losing passion for music, and it only festered throughout the entire album in a way that left her hurting more than it did healing. Though singing it now, she realized how far she has come, grateful for a chance to sing this song in a different light, a healing light. It no longer reflected her life, but she wouldn’t be where she is today without that song, and it will always have a place in her heart. The transitions into her songs flowed like a river, and despite the sad undertones of the first, she could feel the negative energy slowly dissipate from her mind and body and traveled through her shift in flow and cadence.
“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.” The words fly out her mouth while making eye contact with the camera. Bria wasn’t one to be into rapping, but she had way too much fun working with a few other artists on this song, and it had been out of her comfort zone for sure. Still, she had way too much fun performing it, and was one of her favorites, especially when she needed a reminder of who she was. Everyone and their mama could immediately tell who she was directing the verse to and she was hoping the viewers would too. As she was momentarily disconnected from the rest of the world–not seeing the multiple diss videos he was dropping on her—she didn’t register another figure slipping inside the room as quietly as they could to watch them from a distance.
“You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them
It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them
Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause
At one point would had been gunpoint on site bum
Now I look at it like, that something light hun
I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga”
Her elder brothers had watched from the back of the room, a proud grin spread across their faces, as their baby sister devoured her performance without even mentioning his name. Bria didn’t talk to them much about him, but she didn’t have to, they already knew what type of guy he was and at her word, they were ready for anything. They regretted not being there for her more. Life had a funny way of doing things, as despite her trauma, she still felt safe enough to share with them what she went through. Even as the rest of the family, finally got the okay to open the yellow folders on their chairs. They had a clue on what it was and the anger only rose more as their suspicions were confirmed.
Bria hadn’t noticed when they looked at the court documents, only when she steps back to vibe with the music and the background vocals does she open her eyes. They scan the room until they land on him. A shit-eating grin spread across his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed to show off the veins in his flexed arms. The black shirt he wore clung to his muscles as he flexed and a pair of gray fatigue pants hugged his lower half in the right places that made her lick her lips.. His ocean green eyes locked on her and stared her down with a knowing chuckle. She hadn’t expected him to show–his job was so physically demanding that it made their private relationship so much harder and he wasn’t supposed to be back until morning. Bria didn’t care though and so badly wanted to wrap this all up and jump into his arms. Her welcomed distraction was interrupted by the production team signaling to her that she had time for one last song. She decides to switch it up when the music winds down.
“This next song is a new one. It was something I wrote in the heat of the moment, it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”
The only thing being used as background music was her using a piano and one of the guitarists, her talking-singing style blending in smoothly with the music.
You so damn importantEverything you do shows me you know itBehind it all you are the motiveDon’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it
He say the king where he come fromTake a young queen just to know oneSo, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen
I’ma fix it like it’s brokenWe could catch a flight out to London
Go to the mall, spend a lump sumThey could try to catch up to usBut they’re too busy making assumptions
Her relationship with him had been a pleasant surprise. Bria was still with Dame at the time–stuck in the relationship by contract. She found herself losing herself piece by piece and her love of music dying day by day until being asked to perform a mini-concert at a For the Troops event in Georgia, They met due to him being assigned as her guide and mostly personal security. He was fresh from his Shelby Springs Incident, and a failed tour to Korea. He needed a moment to collect himself and being alone wasn't the answer and he found himself in his General’s office with a much tamer assignment. Upon their first meet before the show his eyes had drawn her in, and his calm demeanor was a contrast to the chaotic world she had come to feel trapped in. At first, Bria thought it would be nothing more than a professional interaction, another obligation in her strained life. But there was something different about him—a quiet understanding in his gaze, as though he could see through the walls she had built around herself. His kindness was subtle but sincere, and his presence was a welcome escape from the emotional battles she was constantly fighting.
The day of the mini-concert, she found herself nervous—not for the performance, but because of his presence on the side of the stage. It was imposing, stoic, just doing his job ‘she thought.’ His gentle touches on her skin that guided her through crowds of people back to her bus didn’t feel like just his job. Even as he opened the door for her, but keeping a lingering hold on her hand as she stepped, to now be eye level with him. She hadn’t expected the way her heart fluttered whenever he was near, or the warmth that spread through her when their eyes met. It was disorienting, but also comforting in a way that felt almost dangerous. As she performed, her voice seemed to carry with an energy she hadn’t felt in months, perhaps even years. Music, once something she loved with her whole heart, had become a cage. But that day, it felt alive again—thanks to him.
After the performance, they spoke briefly, and he complimented her in a way that felt genuine, not just part of his job. He didn't say much, but his words lingered with her long after the event was over. Slowly, the walls Bria had spent years building began to crumble, and she found herself wanting to see him again.
But the relationship with Dame, though suffocating, was still a chain she couldn't break just yet. She didn't know how to juggle these two parts of herself—one tied to a life she had outgrown, the other to a future she had barely begun to imagine.
Still, when Bria and him crossed paths again, the connection was undeniable. Each meeting left her with more questions than answers, yet also with a hope she hadn’t felt in ages.
Boy, you know all I doIs stay up all night losing sleep over youAll I doIs drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my
It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babeIt’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the wayIt’s the way you are, you're a star, babe
It’s the way you, it’s the way you
She sang slowly, deliberately, as if every word was meant for him alone. The intensity of the gaze between them seemed to stretch time itself, drawing him in deeper with every passing second.
His reaction was unmistakable—his body responding to the unspoken connection they shared. He tried to keep his composure, but the noticeable bulge in his pants betrayed him. Bria's smirk was a knowing one, her lips curving slightly as she felt the effect she had on him. She had always been aware of the power her voice held, but this was something more—a charge in the air between them that made everything else fade away.
Her brothers, standing off to the side, couldn't help but notice the exchange. Zyaire, the eldest brother in particular, felt a rush of heat flood his face. He knew Bria had been seeing someone new, it was obvious in the way she was never at home, but always in a home, the way her voice sounded as if she was talking to someone else if they were on the phone together. She wouldn’t tell him who he was but he had warned her to be careful–to not get caught up in more mess, especially after his conversation with her about Dame. Now, watching her perform like this—so confident, so unbothered—he couldn't help but feel like an idiot. But before he could think too much about it, he noticed her gaze, still locked on the man she was singing to.
Without thinking, Zyaire started to move toward him, his steps determined to figure out who this mystery man was. But then, just as quickly, he stopped himself. Bria had just launched into another verse, her voice rising with energy and flair. He could wait—he would wait—until she was done. After all, this moment was hers.
The room fell silent for a moment, everyone around them caught up in the tension of her performance, the electricity in the air. He watched as Bria gave herself fully to the music, the space between her and the man now something almost tangible. There was no doubt in Zyaire's mind anymore—this was no ordinary connection. She was in love.
Never met someone who spoke my languageNever met a nigga done with playin’You the type of nigga make me lane switch
Hand me the brush and say “paint it”Give me your heart and I hold itShow me your soul and I'll mold it
Baby boy, you gotta be the dopestGotta be to fuck with the coldest
Boy, you know all I doIs stay up all night losing sleep over youAll I do, Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my baby
The song finally comes to an end as she thanks everyone for coming and those for watching. Production packs up their things quickly, letting her know the taping would drop later tonight after minor editing. She takes a sip of water with a nod while watching everyone come her way while he hangs back to give her space.. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the back of the barstool chairs. She wanted to be wrapped up in them—to let those biceps pin her between himself and the bed–but that would have to wait.
“I swear you get better every time.” Henri tells her, giving her friend a hug. Her and Tania had been strong Dame haters since the beginning, but they never let it ruin their friendship with Bria. “Whatever you do. We got your back.” Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats, including a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through—they needed to know before the media tries to spin lies. Regardless they would still believe her.
A sense of relief washes over at their unyielding support from the rest of the family.. Before meeting with a lawyer, and the release of Special Delivery, her family, friends and industry friends had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album. It wasn’t long before Dame tried to release his own album or diss towards her prior to it. It was a major flop considering her own album didn’t have any names. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers. It’s only fair she ended his.
“Daddy….” She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. As much as she wanted to push him away, she would always love the way her dad loved her. She was a daddy’s girl through and through.
“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, with her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. a soft grin on her face at her fathers praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.
She rolls her eyes with a playful–annoyed smile. Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as Devon Dudley. He had retired, but was now working alongside his closest friends, and her godfather Dave-she wished he was there, but she would make time another day to see him. Her older brothers being a part of the business was his father’s dream and he got it. He had hoped his daughters would too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.
“I’m too pretty for that.” She mumbles. There was only one person she wanted to wrestle, and he was talking to her sister.
“We do need to have a serious conversation.”
She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing what his daughter was going through alone.
”Okay dad.” She groans, locking eyes with him. Production had finally left and it just left her family and friends. Bria wanted nothing more than to be up under him.
“Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”
She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.” Bria wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her.
“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him. Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence.
“Hi.” She breathes, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy, he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around. Her voice softened like she wasn’t just cussing like a sailor a few minutes ago. He reaches out his hand to envelop her own, and pulls her into his arms with a soft giggle.
“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her face. His rich baritone cadence caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her stand between them.
Bria sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms, the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her.
He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts makes her pull back, hiding her face into his chest.
“About time. Damn.” Someone shouts–probably Henri as she was really the only one to know about him personally by name. She was great at keeping secrets, especially ones as big as Bria getting into another relationship that she’s not yet ready to share to the world. This makes them laugh and Bria hides in his chest. He looks down at her while that insanely large hand cupped the back of her head.
”You ate today?” He ignored everyone coming to ask them a million questions. Bria had gone quiet feeling the low rumble in her belly.
“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much she missed him until he was gone for too long.
“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”
She pulls back, walking through the chatters once again, laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood home. He stands up seeing her brothers make their way up to him.
”Grand Master Terry Richmond!.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his newly earned jiu-jit-su title while laughing, causing everyone to watch. They knew who he was. It didn’t take much to learn who he was and were he was from, especially not for Duke who had been a computer science major and was overly protective over his baby sister. Dennis was just along for the ride, and wanted to size up the man he knew was much older than her.
“Not much of an upgrade.. I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand pushes him back, looking over. Zyaire shakes his head at him. Zyaire had no problems with Terry. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Bria than before and he was grateful his sister had someone like him in her life. He wasn’t going to let them or himself jeopardize her relationship with the only person who was probably worth having her.
”Chill.” He turns back to Terry. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”
Terry nods in understanding, seeing his girl come down the stairs. “She's good” He was curt and sharp. Bria would be ready to go once she came back, and there was no point in lingering around unless she wanted to.
“Everything okay here?” Bria questions, finally joining Terry’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her brother.
He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “ All good Bria.” Zyaire reaches out to pinch her cheek “Just call a nigga sometimes, yeah?”
Bria shakes her head with a smile. “Yeah, yeah” She swats his hand. Bria makes her rounds around the house to say goodbye to everyone, wanting to finally be alone with her man. Terry tugs her arm slowing her down once they made it outside and towards his truck parked on the curb.
“Slow down baby.” She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.” This was true. After finally receiving the highest honors of becoming Grand Master and finishing up the last of his military training, he was finally home for the long holidays.
“m’sorry. Just missed you.”
He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Bria’s needy eyes stare up at him, making him groan. Terry places a soft wet kiss to her mouth. “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaves her lips, missing the feel of his own against hers. “Let’s go get you fed.”
The reunited couple had grabbed a somewhat late dinner, and a few snacks before making it to his farm style home for the night. The moment they made their relationship official to each other, It had become a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. His home is sitting off in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but the stillness of nature. The pressures of life are nowhere to be found, allowing her a chance to fully relax and decompress from the world. He had given her the spare key and even when he was gone, she stayed at his place. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes and slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own plain black slippers.
”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night.
“Don’t tempt me with a good offer.” She places a hoodie that rested on the back of his sectional couch over her head to slip her arms through the sleeves. Terry tosses the keys on the wooden entry table. He turns his attention back on her, loving the way his hoodie swallowed her whole, fitting like a dress on her small frame.
Her phone connected to his home audio system automatically. A sign that she had found herself at his place more often than him. He truly loved that she found his place as a safe place. Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the home speakers. Almost as if she was singing to him again. A song a little more intimate than the one before. The strides he made towards her were filled with passion and determination. She moaned when his hands grabbed her face to press a long wet kiss to her lips. Terry presses his tongue against her closed lips, prying them apart gently for an open mouth kiss. His full lips suck on her lips slowly making Bria tremble. She tries to press herself closer. His urgent kisses trail up and down her warm cheeks. She moves her arms around his neck just as her eyes flutter close. His teeth nip along her jaw and neck eliciting tiny whimpers from her lips.
”Terry.” She mumbles.
”Mhm?” He slowly rubs her his hands up and down her hips. His long fingers pinching the hem of the hoodie to bunch at her hips.. His hands disappeared beneath the fabric. His feather-like touches teasing her smooth skin. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.
If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up to kiss him slowly—missing the feel of his mouth on hers.. He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her to grip the cuff between her thighs and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out. He picks her up with ease, wrapping her legs around his back to better support her body.
Terry could feel his erection strain against his pants as he pressed it firmly between her supple cheeks. He couldn’t help but give her ass a light slap groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs away the lingering sting using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.
The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room–providing just enough light to throw her on the bed with a giggle. Bria’s back hits the sheets as she quickly crawls to the center, watching him remove his shirt with the same swiftness of him taking off his pants. She bites her lip at the sight of the black briefs fitting snug to his pelvis. His third leg building, begging to be freed.
He grabs her ankles and pulls her down the edge of the bed. Their lips meet again–Bria falling into mush at his hold over her. She lets him bruise her lips, neck, chest, anywhere his hot mouth finds home. His breath is hot against her skin with each kiss he gives her. His hand massages into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms.
His hands felt like fire against her skin–rubbing in places other than where she wanted to be touched. She had thought Dame would ruin her when it came to intimacy. Terry had shown her otherwise, working and teasing her until she finally felt comfortable enough to initiate their first time together. That night had been magical. He had worn her favorite cologne on him and that black silk shirt that was slightly see through. She could barely keep her eyes off him the entire night, finally getting home. Bria kissed him first reassuring him that she was ready to take that next step with him.
He pushes the hoodie over her head to toss somewhere in the room, her ample breasts sitting pretty in his face. He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his hungry gaze. Terry uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple.
”Look at me.” His voice was husky and made her rub her legs together feeling the slick pool beneath her. She wills herself to make eye contact. His right hand, slipping between her legs, teased her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger. His middle finger rubs up and down her center.
“Mhm.” She muffles a moan into the kiss with her fingers slowly twisting the sheets beneath her.. The hand massaging her breast rubs up her neck, laying her back against the mattress.
”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick entrance. Her legs fall open, heavy breathing with every stroke of his finger. Terry, wanting to make her come just from his mouth, lowers to his knees at the side of bed, removing his fingers, grinning at the soft whine she lets out. He moves her thighs to rest on his shoulders, hooking his arms over the thick flesh to hold her in place.
And reach right into the bottom of my fountainI wanna play in your deep, baby, deep, baby, deep
Terry leaves soft kisses on her thighs, avoiding her dripping cunt. He nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh. It was intoxicating and invaded his senses the more his nose and mouth pressed into her core. Bria bucks as his lips gently kiss her clit, his tongue wet as it slurps up her leaking juices. Their eyes lock as Bria begins to squirm at the sensation, her mouth parting from the growing pleasure in her belly and the intense lionlike stare of his coaxing her to it with unspoked words
He tightens his grip, tongue licking down her slit, sucking on the folds harshly. Her hands gripped the sheets, unable to move from his vice-like grip. The warm flesh of his tongue circles her hole. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Terry..”
“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance. “I got you mamas.” He flicks her pussy several times with his fingers before plunging it into her sex. A loud moan echoing off the walls of the room. He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body. Her hands held the back of his head, his buzz cut prickling beneath her palms before they moved to the base of his neck. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs.
Terry places his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed, exposing her more to his mouth and tongue. He pulls back to let a drip of his own saliva drip onto her swollen nub pussy, and flattens his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side to close his mouth around her wet swollen lips. He sucks harshly to elicit whiny moans from her. The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices.
“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her. His cool minty breath blew on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her. His mouth kissed a pathway up, her quivering body, fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin.
“So sweet.” His voice is deep with love and lust when their eyes meet, her fingers tracing along his arm to pull him down closer and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.
Bria moans at the taste of her arousal on his lips. So into the kiss, she didn’t feel him take off his briefs or when his hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his erection against her folds. She bites his lip with a gasp at the intrusion. Terry was by no means small. At a good eight inches, his dark taupe colored dick was thick in width, curving slightly at the base where his balls were heavy and hanging between his legs. The fat swollen tip stretched her out with his inch he pushed in her with sated moans from them both, and a bite of his lip from her. The sudden sting on his lips made him groan. The hand by her head tangled in her hair, tilting her head back more to expose the skin on her neck.
”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He thrust forward, pushing more of himself in her as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. A cocky grin spread across his face when he finally bottomed out. Her mouth dropped open with a silent gasp. No matter how many times they have sex, she could never get over the way he always felt too big.
”Take me so well baby.” He groans, rolling them on his side. His hands grabbed at the pliant flesh of her ass and began grinding her down with his slow movements.
Hard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady
Bria rests her hands on his neck and presses her chest against his with straggled moans. His length grazed her velvet walls in slow teasing thrusts building up her second orgasm only to stop and angle his hips to hit deeper.
”oh fuck.” She pants while clenching around him and trying to push him out to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes when she looked at him.
”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach.
“Terry-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.
”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the plump flesh again.
”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leave his lips. He had wanted to continue making love to her. To hear those sweet moans leave her pretty little lips, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal throbbing and covered in her essence. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss her spine.
He spreads her arms out next to her head and he rubs his hands up and down her arms, linking his fingers with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her head falling back against his shoulder with a choked moan. He felt deeper than before,
He circles his hips with lips pressed to her cheek with lingering kisses. “Feel good hm?” He cooes in her ear.
She nods. The words she wanted to say caught in her throat with each thrust of his hips in her burning core. She turns her head slightly to look at him as his own comes down to meet her halfway with a sloppy kiss, tongues dancing against each other as they swapped spit.
The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him, letting him use her to filth. He frees a hand to wrap around and grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly on the bed.
”So close baby.” Terry groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together. A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He curves at an angle, hitting the spongy bundle of nerves that had her screaming his name.
She whines “fuck, Daddy!” She feels her throat getting hoarse, and the stroke of him thrusting in and out of her at a rushed speed. Every glide of his dick pressed his tip into her spot, rubbing fervently against her gushing walls, she felt as if she was going to push him out.
Got me screaming to the Lord, boyKiss me, pray we don't overflowBaby, I know you can feel it(Pulse) deep in the peak of my waterfall
“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm that was impending.. “gonna cum for daddy?”
Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit. Bria jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick.
“Words mama.”
”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.
”Cum for daddy princess.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her rock back against him and set her own pace. Bria feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shaking and going weak as she lays flat against the bed. She sighs softly when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.
Terry braces his hands on either side of her head and pounds into her. His hips slapping against his ass. His eyes set on watching his dick glide in and out of her overly sensitive core. The recoil of her ass rippling off his pelvis. Terry couldn’t stop, didn’t want to until she was a mess all over him. The blood rushed to his dick, swelling to the point she squeezed her walls around him to keep him still. He groaned at the sight of her cream coating is dick while spilling out and onto the bed. His thrust becomes raggedy and short, the blood rushing to the head as it twitches, and pulses. Terry’s movements don’t stop until he lets out a guttural groan and his load comes out in spurts and paints her insides white.
He stills inside her, looking down at her fucked out form. The both of them slick with sweat and each other cum. Bria could feel his warmth dripping down her legs, and she clenched around him, keeping as much of it inside her as she could.
“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip. The rest of his load mixed with her juices spilling out and wetting the bed.
The music had stopped, and as they came down from their high–they realized the sun had set, and the night sky littered the sky. The moon–full–giving some light enough for Terry to press a kiss to her head and slide out of bed. He retreats to the bathroom–flicking the light on to prepare them both a bath. While the tub filled he came back out to see she had rolled over and relaxed into the mattress more. Her post-sex body is a picture perfect sight worth a thousand words. Every part of her body is covered in hickies, teeth marks and love bruises.
He leans over her and pecks her lips. He lets his hands find her sides, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in her hips.
“No more.” she mumbles against his mouth, wondering who told her to fuck her like that. “You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy” He lets a deep belly laugh with squinted eyes as if he was an emoji.
”Okay, okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her and cradles her body in his arms.
His bathroom–just as spacious as his bedroom–was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk-in shower hosted the best shower concerts. The jacuzzi jet tub was spacious enough for more people and other activities. The tub had been filled just for her as he placed her in it. Bria let her body soak in the while he showered and got dressed a few feet away from her. Terry knew round two would start if he joined her, and while he wanted nothing more than to fuck til morning, they both needed to eat and the bed needed new sheets.. He left her to relax by changing the bed sheets to clean ones and starting the dirty ones in the wash. The relaxing soak was quick not wanting to get wrinkly let alone her hair even more wet. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head on his bathroom vanity. She had accumulated so much stuff over here over time, that she might as well move in. That was a conversation in itself.
Terry comes over dressed in some sweatpants, that sat low on his hips–surpringlingy shirtless this time. He normally slept in a t-shirt but she wasn’t complaining.
“Hungry?” He asks, holding out a large black shirt for her.
She takes the shirt, letting it swallow her frame, stopping mid thigh. “Yees.”
‘I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?” He asks with bite of his lip at how she looked in his clothes and wanting to fuck her while she was in them.
“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Terry cooked and he loved cooking for her. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites only to end with her tasting from a distance and just watching him. She was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous jerk chicken and jollof rice?
“You helping me cook this time? ” He playfully pulls her in his arms, kissing her nose.
“Mhm, and fuck up your grannie’s recipe?” She scoffs with a grin and wraps her arms around his neck. “That’s all you baby.”
He chuckles with that large grin that shows all 32 teeth. “Aight, aight. M’lady, let’s go make dinner then. ” He guides her out of the bathroom, by passing her clothes on the floor and her clutter of things in his home.
.warnings: foul language, abuse towards women, oral, (p in v), smut, minors do not interact. strictly fictional
.Summary: After the release of her latest album Bria performs for Tiny Desk, and does a half-assed introduction of her new relationship to her family.
.pairing.: Terry!Richmond x Bria (fc: Teyana Taylor)
Your love feels like all four seasons growing inside me
Life has a reason
There was a hustle and bustle of commotion going on around her, but it had been drowned out as Bria had sat at her vanity table with her legs crossed. In front of her was a collection of makeup products and hair tools that had long been pushed to the side in place of her carefully decorated gaming laptop, where the screen displayed an open browser of emails, detailed schedules, and retail listings. Her mind should have been on preparing herself for this paid appearance set up by her media team, but a distraction was needed from the disappointment of not having him here.
Muffin: Some stuff came up with work my love, I won’t be back til morning.
BB: Okay ... .be safe please.
Muffin: As always, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.
Bria knew he would. Any promise he made, he always kept times ten, whether it was missing a live performance, or canceling a trip that was quickly rescheduled for the following week or month. He never made her wait long. She was just a stage five clinger, especially with a man like him. A man that made her feel like she was on top of the world, like she could think called life. He was everything she could ever dream of and that scared her, enough to the point that she was slightly grateful that he wasn’t here.
“Bria.” A soft knock comes to the door along with the call of her name. She turns her head to see Kay, one of her closest friends, peeking her head in the door. “Those envelopes you requested are here..”
“Just put them on the chairs, and uh, tell em not to open them until the filming starts.”
“Okay,” Kay pauses, seeing the far off look in her best friend's face, “You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“I’m here if you wanna talk B.” Kay steps in further, but keeps the door slightly ajar. “Is it about Dame?”
Bria shakes her head. “I’m good, I promise.”
She nods, “well you know I’m here, if you ever need anything.” What is understood didn’t have to be spoken as she left Bria to her moment of peace. The door shut behind her, but she could still hear the production crew setting up and yelling at each other the times left before filming would begin. She hums, and closes her computer and moves it to the side. She stared at her reflection through the mirror, her once sunken features from lack of sleep, constant crying, and physical abuse being replaced with eyes slowly filling with life, a warm glow to her brown-skinned she hadn’t seen in years. The makeup she applied had been natural, and only enhanced her afro-centric features. Features she learned to love all over again.
Another knock to the door came and a head peaked in. “Bria.”
She looked over to see that Tania, her manager, had fully stepped in. A clipboard is tucked in her arms, with her phone in the other. Tania had been with her since the beginning of her career, she saw the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. She knew when her songs were a hit or miss, and gave her the brutally honest truth. Tania played no games with her came, and Bria was forever indebted to her no matter how much she tried to say it wasn’t nothing.
“Wassup, T?”
“Filming, in ten….”There was a silence, and Bria could see the furrow in her eyebrows and a curl of her lips in the corners that signaled a scowl and curses were coming along with it, and before she could ask what was up, her phone had vibrated consistently next to her. The screen lit with one notification after the other, messages, comments, reblogs, tweets, tags, it was a constant wave until she finally picked it up and clicked on a random one that came in just as she unlocked her phone.
THE NEW YORK TIMES: RAP ARTIST BRIA IS SAID TO BE TESTIFYING AGAINST XL ARTIST DAME ON THE SUSPICION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT ON HER AND SEVERAL OTHER WOMEN.
BREAKING NEWS: XL FRESHMAN ARTIST DAME ON TRIAL FOR ALLEGED CHARGES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, BATTERY, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT AND ILLEGAL POSSESSION OF FIREARMS. SEVERAL WITNESSES SET TO TESTIFY IN THE UPCOMING TRIAL, INCLUDING CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED ARTIST BRIA DUDLEY.
TMZ: RAPPER BRIA IS SET TO TESTIFY AGAINST DAME, FOR ALLEGED PHYSICAL ABUSE.
THESHADEROOM: RAP ARTIST DAME IS UNDER FIRE AND ON TRIAL FOR ALLEGED ABUSE TOWARDS EXGIRLFRIEND BRIA.
Bria’s heart dropped as she read the multiple headlines, wondered how they got out and who leaked them to the press, on one hand she had been happy that it was out and hopefully it would shed light on the type of person Dame was, but she was was worried how it was going to taint her image, as this investigation and trial had been years in the making, and she didn’t want it to all coming crashing down because somebody wanted to make a quick buck off her name. A frown began to form on her pouted lips as she wondered if he was seeing it and what he thought.
Tania breaks her train of thought. “Don’t worry about that right now, it was eventually going to come out.” It was harsh coming out of her mouth, but that was how Tania spoke. She was blunt, and straight to the point no matter who she was talking to.
Bria pulled off the little cape she used to cover her outfit while doing her make-up. “Just wish it was on my terms.”
“When was it ever?” It was a rhetorical question that surprisingly had an answer. Anything dealing with Dame was never on her terms, their relationship, whether personal or business was always public information, the brief tv show they had to try and propel his career that only dimmed in light of hers skyrocketing, her many miscarriages that were leaked by his so called friends, post and deletes of her battered and bruised face brushed off as sfx makeup for his music videos that never saw the light of day. Money that slipped from her hands into his and suddenly funded his lavish lifestyle and others. Dame had controlled it all. A struggle for power over her mind, body and soul. The abuse had been mentally,physically and spiritually draining, breaking her down piece by piece until she was a shell of a person. He ruined her in more ways than one and when she thought she could break free, there he was waiting in the shadows ready to strike again.
“What should I do T.” She looks away from the mirror, not wanting to stare too long to notice her imperfections.
“Do what you do best.” Tania softens her voice, tucking away the manager persona, to that of her being her big sister. “You heal through the music and through this mystery man you won't tell me your new album is about.”
Bria nods. Her journey back to singing had been rough. Her disastrous split from Dame and her sudden disappearance from the public eye had left her broken, unable to continue with a passion she loved the most. She lost the will to sing, to write, to dance, to rap. Something she once loved ripped from her hands as if she didn't deserve it. Until she met him. He was the light at the end of the tunnel, a spark that made her ideas bright. A man that loved her back to life; who helped her through her emotions of recording that album. He loved her despite the storm she was going through. He was her soldier in waiting and she was forever indebted to him. “And Dame?”
“Contrary what the blogs and his fuck ass may think, your attorney and I got it under control. You just keep being you.”
Bria could only nod and trust that they knew what they were dealing with. Dame was unpredictable, unstable and there was no telling what he would do now that this was out. “I trust y’all.”
“This is your chance to tell your truth,” Tania looks at her clipboard and phone briefly, then back at her friend. “Remeber who the fuck you are..”
Bria soaks it all in, letting her words swirl in the back of her mind as she removes the silk durag from her hair, one he taught how to tie exactly like his. Her lips smack together to rub in the clear beauty store lipgloss that happened to be cherry flavored together. As she looked in the mirror, flashbacks of him degrading her crossed her mind, but were soon replaced with him, kissing away those scars, reminding her she was one of one. “I’m that girl.”
“Damn right, now fix yourself and be down in five.”
Tania leaves her to get herself together, letting her have a moment to breathe deeply and exhale. Her phone had been her lap going off nonstop until she silenced it. Curiosity still killed the cat and she found herself back on the social media sites scrolling through the comment sections. It couldn’t be right?
Bria had expected most of them to not believe her, she just hadn’t expected for them to double down on trying to victim blame, or defend his actions, when most of the police reports are on public records and easily attainable. Bria really had no hope for half of the female population who still supported him and she was grateful for every positive word of encouragement that got lost in the negative ones.
BBFans: Anyways, go stream Special Delivery and make it number one on the charts for the fourth month in a row!
Her album, Special Delivery, had dropped three months ago, and it was topping the charts like no other–what better way to celebrate the number one streak than to perform her classics on the promotion, Tiny Desk. Her phone vibrating against the vanity steals her attention.
Just as she grabbed her phone to clock on the gray bubble, the door to her room opened. She snaps her head back to see who was coming in.
“They’re ready for you,” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood room. She nods, fluffing out her bangs before deciding to finally get up, and sliding her phone into her pocket.
‘That would just have to wait,’ Bria mutters to herself, smoothing her hands down her black cargo pants. She needed the distraction. The sight of several technical and production members, coming in and out of her parents home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to perform on their platform. She was riding the high of her newest album, but never dropped the pen. Bria knew she wanted to use this as a way to release her anger, to finally wash it all away and be done with it. She agreed under the condition that she does it from the comfort of her parents home, with a handpicked audience. The production team had finally set up her dad’s office into a mock replica of their studio office using her childhood memories as a backdrop. The band and singers weren't too far from where she would stand, almost blending with the homey feel of the backdrop.
Bria stands in her spot, realizing she had more room than she thought. Last minute tech hookups, and makeup touchups had been done. She had hoped when she finally opened her eyes she would see him standing on the other side, instead she was greeted with several cameras in her face and the director calling for places “You guys ready?”
“What’s up, what’s up, what’s up..” Bria claps her hands together with a tight-lipped smile that would soon change. “It’s your girl Bria, and welcome to Tiny Desk, live from My dad’s office.”
The slow beat of a piano being played from behind her, mixed with the various brass instruments echoed through the room in a smooth Harmony. It gained her audience attention rather quickly–by crowd, meaning her family and team. She sways slowly with both hands grabbing a hold of the mic, the first note that left her mouth so sultry, immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the Shameful album.
Rain on Me.
She hadn’t sung this song in years, only writing it in the heat of the moment to release pent up anger and frustration. To her it was the start of her losing passion for music, and it only festered throughout the entire album in a way that left her hurting more than it did healing. Though singing it now, she realized how far she has come, grateful for a chance to sing this song in a different light, a healing light. It no longer reflected her life, but she wouldn’t be where she is today without that song, and it will always have a place in her heart. The transitions into her songs flowed like a river, and despite the sad undertones of the first, she could feel the negative energy slowly dissipate from her mind and body and traveled through her shift in flow and cadence.
“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.” The words fly out her mouth while making eye contact with the camera. Bria wasn’t one to be into rapping, but she had way too much fun working with a few other artists on this song, and it had been out of her comfort zone for sure. Still, she had way too much fun performing it, and was one of her favorites, especially when she needed a reminder of who she was. Everyone and their mama could immediately tell who she was directing the verse to and she was hoping the viewers would too. As she was momentarily disconnected from the rest of the world–not seeing the multiple diss videos he was dropping on her—she didn’t register another figure slipping inside the room as quietly as they could to watch them from a distance.
“You know what you did and honestly I been type done
How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them
It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them
Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause
At one point would had been gunpoint on site bum
Now I look at it like, that something light hun
I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run
I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up
I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga”
Her elder brothers had watched from the back of the room, a proud grin spread across their faces, as their baby sister devoured her performance without even mentioning his name. Bria didn’t talk to them much about him, but she didn’t have to, they already knew what type of guy he was and at her word, they were ready for anything. They regretted not being there for her more. Life had a funny way of doing things, as despite her trauma, she still felt safe enough to share with them what she went through. Even as the rest of the family, finally got the okay to open the yellow folders on their chairs. They had a clue on what it was and the anger only rose more as their suspicions were confirmed.
Bria hadn’t noticed when they looked at the court documents, only when she steps back to vibe with the music and the background vocals does she open her eyes. They scan the room until they land on him. A shit-eating grin spread across his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed to show off the veins in his flexed arms. The black shirt he wore clung to his muscles as he flexed and a pair of gray fatigue pants hugged his lower half in the right places that made her lick her lips.. His ocean green eyes locked on her and stared her down with a knowing chuckle. She hadn’t expected him to show–his job was so physically demanding that it made their private relationship so much harder and he wasn’t supposed to be back until morning. Bria didn’t care though and so badly wanted to wrap this all up and jump into his arms. Her welcomed distraction was interrupted by the production team signaling to her that she had time for one last song. She decides to switch it up when the music winds down.
“This next song is a new one. It was something I wrote in the heat of the moment, it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”
The only thing being used as background music was her using a piano and one of the guitarists, her talking-singing style blending in smoothly with the music.
You so damn importantEverything you do shows me you know itBehind it all you are the motiveDon’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it
He say the king where he come fromTake a young queen just to know oneSo, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen
I’ma fix it like it’s brokenWe could catch a flight out to London
Go to the mall, spend a lump sumThey could try to catch up to usBut they’re too busy making assumptions
Her relationship with him had been a pleasant surprise. Bria was still with Dame at the time–stuck in the relationship by contract. She found herself losing herself piece by piece and her love of music dying day by day until being asked to perform a mini-concert at a For the Troops event in Georgia, They met due to him being assigned as her guide and mostly personal security. He was fresh from his Shelby Springs Incident, and a failed tour to Korea. He needed a moment to collect himself and being alone wasn't the answer and he found himself in his General’s office with a much tamer assignment. Upon their first meet before the show his eyes had drawn her in, and his calm demeanor was a contrast to the chaotic world she had come to feel trapped in. At first, Bria thought it would be nothing more than a professional interaction, another obligation in her strained life. But there was something different about him—a quiet understanding in his gaze, as though he could see through the walls she had built around herself. His kindness was subtle but sincere, and his presence was a welcome escape from the emotional battles she was constantly fighting.
The day of the mini-concert, she found herself nervous—not for the performance, but because of his presence on the side of the stage. It was imposing, stoic, just doing his job ‘she thought.’ His gentle touches on her skin that guided her through crowds of people back to her bus didn’t feel like just his job. Even as he opened the door for her, but keeping a lingering hold on her hand as she stepped, to now be eye level with him. She hadn’t expected the way her heart fluttered whenever he was near, or the warmth that spread through her when their eyes met. It was disorienting, but also comforting in a way that felt almost dangerous. As she performed, her voice seemed to carry with an energy she hadn’t felt in months, perhaps even years. Music, once something she loved with her whole heart, had become a cage. But that day, it felt alive again—thanks to him.
After the performance, they spoke briefly, and he complimented her in a way that felt genuine, not just part of his job. He didn't say much, but his words lingered with her long after the event was over. Slowly, the walls Bria had spent years building began to crumble, and she found herself wanting to see him again.
But the relationship with Dame, though suffocating, was still a chain she couldn't break just yet. She didn't know how to juggle these two parts of herself—one tied to a life she had outgrown, the other to a future she had barely begun to imagine.
Still, when Bria and him crossed paths again, the connection was undeniable. Each meeting left her with more questions than answers, yet also with a hope she hadn’t felt in ages.
Boy, you know all I doIs stay up all night losing sleep over youAll I doIs drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my
It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babeIt’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the wayIt’s the way you are, you're a star, babe
It’s the way you, it’s the way you
She sang slowly, deliberately, as if every word was meant for him alone. The intensity of the gaze between them seemed to stretch time itself, drawing him in deeper with every passing second.
His reaction was unmistakable—his body responding to the unspoken connection they shared. He tried to keep his composure, but the noticeable bulge in his pants betrayed him. Bria's smirk was a knowing one, her lips curving slightly as she felt the effect she had on him. She had always been aware of the power her voice held, but this was something more—a charge in the air between them that made everything else fade away.
Her brothers, standing off to the side, couldn't help but notice the exchange. Zyaire, the eldest brother in particular, felt a rush of heat flood his face. He knew Bria had been seeing someone new, it was obvious in the way she was never at home, but always in a home, the way her voice sounded as if she was talking to someone else if they were on the phone together. She wouldn’t tell him who he was but he had warned her to be careful–to not get caught up in more mess, especially after his conversation with her about Dame. Now, watching her perform like this—so confident, so unbothered—he couldn't help but feel like an idiot. But before he could think too much about it, he noticed her gaze, still locked on the man she was singing to.
Without thinking, Zyaire started to move toward him, his steps determined to figure out who this mystery man was. But then, just as quickly, he stopped himself. Bria had just launched into another verse, her voice rising with energy and flair. He could wait—he would wait—until she was done. After all, this moment was hers.
The room fell silent for a moment, everyone around them caught up in the tension of her performance, the electricity in the air. He watched as Bria gave herself fully to the music, the space between her and the man now something almost tangible. There was no doubt in Zyaire's mind anymore—this was no ordinary connection. She was in love.
Never met someone who spoke my languageNever met a nigga done with playin’You the type of nigga make me lane switch
Hand me the brush and say “paint it”Give me your heart and I hold itShow me your soul and I'll mold it
Baby boy, you gotta be the dopestGotta be to fuck with the coldest
Boy, you know all I doIs stay up all night losing sleep over youAll I do, Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my baby
The song finally comes to an end as she thanks everyone for coming and those for watching. Production packs up their things quickly, letting her know the taping would drop later tonight after minor editing. She takes a sip of water with a nod while watching everyone come her way while he hangs back to give her space.. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the back of the barstool chairs. She wanted to be wrapped up in them—to let those biceps pin her between himself and the bed–but that would have to wait.
“I swear you get better every time.” Henri tells her, giving her friend a hug. Her and Tania had been strong Dame haters since the beginning, but they never let it ruin their friendship with Bria. “Whatever you do. We got your back.” Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats, including a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through—they needed to know before the media tries to spin lies. Regardless they would still believe her.
A sense of relief washes over at their unyielding support from the rest of the family.. Before meeting with a lawyer, and the release of Special Delivery, her family, friends and industry friends had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album. It wasn’t long before Dame tried to release his own album or diss towards her prior to it. It was a major flop considering her own album didn’t have any names. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers. It’s only fair she ended his.
“Daddy….” She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. As much as she wanted to push him away, she would always love the way her dad loved her. She was a daddy’s girl through and through.
“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, with her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. a soft grin on her face at her fathers praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.
She rolls her eyes with a playful–annoyed smile. Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as Devon Dudley. He had retired, but was now working alongside his closest friends, and her godfather Dave-she wished he was there, but she would make time another day to see him. Her older brothers being a part of the business was his father’s dream and he got it. He had hoped his daughters would too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.
“I’m too pretty for that.” She mumbles. There was only one person she wanted to wrestle, and he was talking to her sister.
“We do need to have a serious conversation.”
She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing what his daughter was going through alone.
”Okay dad.” She groans, locking eyes with him. Production had finally left and it just left her family and friends. Bria wanted nothing more than to be up under him.
“Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”
She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.” Bria wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her.
“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him. Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence.
“Hi.” She breathes, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy, he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around. Her voice softened like she wasn’t just cussing like a sailor a few minutes ago. He reaches out his hand to envelop her own, and pulls her into his arms with a soft giggle.
“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her face. His rich baritone cadence caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her stand between them.
Bria sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms, the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her.
He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts makes her pull back, hiding her face into his chest.
“About time. Damn.” Someone shouts–probably Henri as she was really the only one to know about him personally by name. She was great at keeping secrets, especially ones as big as Bria getting into another relationship that she’s not yet ready to share to the world. This makes them laugh and Bria hides in his chest. He looks down at her while that insanely large hand cupped the back of her head.
”You ate today?” He ignored everyone coming to ask them a million questions. Bria had gone quiet feeling the low rumble in her belly.
“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much she missed him until he was gone for too long.
“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”
She pulls back, walking through the chatters once again, laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood home. He stands up seeing her brothers make their way up to him.
”Grand Master Terry Richmond!.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his newly earned jiu-jit-su title while laughing, causing everyone to watch. They knew who he was. It didn’t take much to learn who he was and were he was from, especially not for Duke who had been a computer science major and was overly protective over his baby sister. Dennis was just along for the ride, and wanted to size up the man he knew was much older than her.
“Not much of an upgrade.. I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand pushes him back, looking over. Zyaire shakes his head at him. Zyaire had no problems with Terry. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Bria than before and he was grateful his sister had someone like him in her life. He wasn’t going to let them or himself jeopardize her relationship with the only person who was probably worth having her.
”Chill.” He turns back to Terry. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”
Terry nods in understanding, seeing his girl come down the stairs. “She's good” He was curt and sharp. Bria would be ready to go once she came back, and there was no point in lingering around unless she wanted to.
“Everything okay here?” Bria questions, finally joining Terry’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her brother.
He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “ All good Bria.” Zyaire reaches out to pinch her cheek “Just call a nigga sometimes, yeah?”
Bria shakes her head with a smile. “Yeah, yeah” She swats his hand. Bria makes her rounds around the house to say goodbye to everyone, wanting to finally be alone with her man. Terry tugs her arm slowing her down once they made it outside and towards his truck parked on the curb.
“Slow down baby.” She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.” This was true. After finally receiving the highest honors of becoming Grand Master and finishing up the last of his military training, he was finally home for the long holidays.
“m’sorry. Just missed you.”
He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Bria’s needy eyes stare up at him, making him groan. Terry places a soft wet kiss to her mouth. “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaves her lips, missing the feel of his own against hers. “Let’s go get you fed.”
The reunited couple had grabbed a somewhat late dinner, and a few snacks before making it to his farm style home for the night. The moment they made their relationship official to each other, It had become a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. His home is sitting off in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but the stillness of nature. The pressures of life are nowhere to be found, allowing her a chance to fully relax and decompress from the world. He had given her the spare key and even when he was gone, she stayed at his place. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes and slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own plain black slippers.
”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night.
“Don’t tempt me with a good offer.” She places a hoodie that rested on the back of his sectional couch over her head to slip her arms through the sleeves. Terry tosses the keys on the wooden entry table. He turns his attention back on her, loving the way his hoodie swallowed her whole, fitting like a dress on her small frame.
Her phone connected to his home audio system automatically. A sign that she had found herself at his place more often than him. He truly loved that she found his place as a safe place. Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the home speakers. Almost as if she was singing to him again. A song a little more intimate than the one before. The strides he made towards her were filled with passion and determination. She moaned when his hands grabbed her face to press a long wet kiss to her lips. Terry presses his tongue against her closed lips, prying them apart gently for an open mouth kiss. His full lips suck on her lips slowly making Bria tremble. She tries to press herself closer. His urgent kisses trail up and down her warm cheeks. She moves her arms around his neck just as her eyes flutter close. His teeth nip along her jaw and neck eliciting tiny whimpers from her lips.
”Terry.” She mumbles.
”Mhm?” He slowly rubs her his hands up and down her hips. His long fingers pinching the hem of the hoodie to bunch at her hips.. His hands disappeared beneath the fabric. His feather-like touches teasing her smooth skin. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.
If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up to kiss him slowly—missing the feel of his mouth on hers.. He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her to grip the cuff between her thighs and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out. He picks her up with ease, wrapping her legs around his back to better support her body.
Terry could feel his erection strain against his pants as he pressed it firmly between her supple cheeks. He couldn’t help but give her ass a light slap groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs away the lingering sting using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.
The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room–providing just enough light to throw her on the bed with a giggle. Bria’s back hits the sheets as she quickly crawls to the center, watching him remove his shirt with the same swiftness of him taking off his pants. She bites her lip at the sight of the black briefs fitting snug to his pelvis. His third leg building, begging to be freed.
He grabs her ankles and pulls her down the edge of the bed. Their lips meet again–Bria falling into mush at his hold over her. She lets him bruise her lips, neck, chest, anywhere his hot mouth finds home. His breath is hot against her skin with each kiss he gives her. His hand massages into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms.
His hands felt like fire against her skin–rubbing in places other than where she wanted to be touched. She had thought Dame would ruin her when it came to intimacy. Terry had shown her otherwise, working and teasing her until she finally felt comfortable enough to initiate their first time together. That night had been magical. He had worn her favorite cologne on him and that black silk shirt that was slightly see through. She could barely keep her eyes off him the entire night, finally getting home. Bria kissed him first reassuring him that she was ready to take that next step with him.
He pushes the hoodie over her head to toss somewhere in the room, her ample breasts sitting pretty in his face. He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his hungry gaze. Terry uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple.
”Look at me.” His voice was husky and made her rub her legs together feeling the slick pool beneath her. She wills herself to make eye contact. His right hand, slipping between her legs, teased her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger. His middle finger rubs up and down her center.
“Mhm.” She muffles a moan into the kiss with her fingers slowly twisting the sheets beneath her.. The hand massaging her breast rubs up her neck, laying her back against the mattress.
”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick entrance. Her legs fall open, heavy breathing with every stroke of his finger. Terry, wanting to make her come just from his mouth, lowers to his knees at the side of bed, removing his fingers, grinning at the soft whine she lets out. He moves her thighs to rest on his shoulders, hooking his arms over the thick flesh to hold her in place.
And reach right into the bottom of my fountainI wanna play in your deep, baby, deep, baby, deep
Terry leaves soft kisses on her thighs, avoiding her dripping cunt. He nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh. It was intoxicating and invaded his senses the more his nose and mouth pressed into her core. Bria bucks as his lips gently kiss her clit, his tongue wet as it slurps up her leaking juices. Their eyes lock as Bria begins to squirm at the sensation, her mouth parting from the growing pleasure in her belly and the intense lionlike stare of his coaxing her to it with unspoked words
He tightens his grip, tongue licking down her slit, sucking on the folds harshly. Her hands gripped the sheets, unable to move from his vice-like grip. The warm flesh of his tongue circles her hole. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Terry..”
“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance. “I got you mamas.” He flicks her pussy several times with his fingers before plunging it into her sex. A loud moan echoing off the walls of the room. He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body. Her hands held the back of his head, his buzz cut prickling beneath her palms before they moved to the base of his neck. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs.
Terry places his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed, exposing her more to his mouth and tongue. He pulls back to let a drip of his own saliva drip onto her swollen nub pussy, and flattens his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side to close his mouth around her wet swollen lips. He sucks harshly to elicit whiny moans from her. The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices.
“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her. His cool minty breath blew on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her. His mouth kissed a pathway up, her quivering body, fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin.
“So sweet.” His voice is deep with love and lust when their eyes meet, her fingers tracing along his arm to pull him down closer and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.
Bria moans at the taste of her arousal on his lips. So into the kiss, she didn’t feel him take off his briefs or when his hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his erection against her folds. She bites his lip with a gasp at the intrusion. Terry was by no means small. At a good eight inches, his dark taupe colored dick was thick in width, curving slightly at the base where his balls were heavy and hanging between his legs. The fat swollen tip stretched her out with his inch he pushed in her with sated moans from them both, and a bite of his lip from her. The sudden sting on his lips made him groan. The hand by her head tangled in her hair, tilting her head back more to expose the skin on her neck.
”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He thrust forward, pushing more of himself in her as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. A cocky grin spread across his face when he finally bottomed out. Her mouth dropped open with a silent gasp. No matter how many times they have sex, she could never get over the way he always felt too big.
”Take me so well baby.” He groans, rolling them on his side. His hands grabbed at the pliant flesh of her ass and began grinding her down with his slow movements.
Hard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady rockHard rock, steady
Bria rests her hands on his neck and presses her chest against his with straggled moans. His length grazed her velvet walls in slow teasing thrusts building up her second orgasm only to stop and angle his hips to hit deeper.
”oh fuck.” She pants while clenching around him and trying to push him out to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes when she looked at him.
”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach.
“Terry-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.
”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the plump flesh again.
”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leave his lips. He had wanted to continue making love to her. To hear those sweet moans leave her pretty little lips, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal throbbing and covered in her essence. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss her spine.
He spreads her arms out next to her head and he rubs his hands up and down her arms, linking his fingers with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her head falling back against his shoulder with a choked moan. He felt deeper than before,
He circles his hips with lips pressed to her cheek with lingering kisses. “Feel good hm?” He cooes in her ear.
She nods. The words she wanted to say caught in her throat with each thrust of his hips in her burning core. She turns her head slightly to look at him as his own comes down to meet her halfway with a sloppy kiss, tongues dancing against each other as they swapped spit.
The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him, letting him use her to filth. He frees a hand to wrap around and grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly on the bed.
”So close baby.” Terry groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together. A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He curves at an angle, hitting the spongy bundle of nerves that had her screaming his name.
She whines “fuck, Daddy!” She feels her throat getting hoarse, and the stroke of him thrusting in and out of her at a rushed speed. Every glide of his dick pressed his tip into her spot, rubbing fervently against her gushing walls, she felt as if she was going to push him out.
Got me screaming to the Lord, boyKiss me, pray we don't overflowBaby, I know you can feel it(Pulse) deep in the peak of my waterfall
“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm that was impending.. “gonna cum for daddy?”
Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit. Bria jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick.
“Words mama.”
”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.
”Cum for daddy princess.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her rock back against him and set her own pace. Bria feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shaking and going weak as she lays flat against the bed. She sighs softly when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.
Terry braces his hands on either side of her head and pounds into her. His hips slapping against his ass. His eyes set on watching his dick glide in and out of her overly sensitive core. The recoil of her ass rippling off his pelvis. Terry couldn’t stop, didn’t want to until she was a mess all over him. The blood rushed to his dick, swelling to the point she squeezed her walls around him to keep him still. He groaned at the sight of her cream coating is dick while spilling out and onto the bed. His thrust becomes raggedy and short, the blood rushing to the head as it twitches, and pulses. Terry’s movements don’t stop until he lets out a guttural groan and his load comes out in spurts and paints her insides white.
He stills inside her, looking down at her fucked out form. The both of them slick with sweat and each other cum. Bria could feel his warmth dripping down her legs, and she clenched around him, keeping as much of it inside her as she could.
“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip. The rest of his load mixed with her juices spilling out and wetting the bed.
The music had stopped, and as they came down from their high–they realized the sun had set, and the night sky littered the sky. The moon–full–giving some light enough for Terry to press a kiss to her head and slide out of bed. He retreats to the bathroom–flicking the light on to prepare them both a bath. While the tub filled he came back out to see she had rolled over and relaxed into the mattress more. Her post-sex body is a picture perfect sight worth a thousand words. Every part of her body is covered in hickies, teeth marks and love bruises.
He leans over her and pecks her lips. He lets his hands find her sides, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in her hips.
“No more.” she mumbles against his mouth, wondering who told her to fuck her like that. “You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy” He lets a deep belly laugh with squinted eyes as if he was an emoji.
”Okay, okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her and cradles her body in his arms.
His bathroom–just as spacious as his bedroom–was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk-in shower hosted the best shower concerts. The jacuzzi jet tub was spacious enough for more people and other activities. The tub had been filled just for her as he placed her in it. Bria let her body soak in the while he showered and got dressed a few feet away from her. Terry knew round two would start if he joined her, and while he wanted nothing more than to fuck til morning, they both needed to eat and the bed needed new sheets.. He left her to relax by changing the bed sheets to clean ones and starting the dirty ones in the wash. The relaxing soak was quick not wanting to get wrinkly let alone her hair even more wet. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head on his bathroom vanity. She had accumulated so much stuff over here over time, that she might as well move in. That was a conversation in itself.
Terry comes over dressed in some sweatpants, that sat low on his hips–surpringlingy shirtless this time. He normally slept in a t-shirt but she wasn’t complaining.
“Hungry?” He asks, holding out a large black shirt for her.
She takes the shirt, letting it swallow her frame, stopping mid thigh. “Yees.”
‘I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?” He asks with bite of his lip at how she looked in his clothes and wanting to fuck her while she was in them.
“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Terry cooked and he loved cooking for her. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites only to end with her tasting from a distance and just watching him. She was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous jerk chicken and jollof rice?
“You helping me cook this time? ” He playfully pulls her in his arms, kissing her nose.
“Mhm, and fuck up your grannie’s recipe?” She scoffs with a grin and wraps her arms around his neck. “That’s all you baby.”
He chuckles with that large grin that shows all 32 teeth. “Aight, aight. M’lady, let’s go make dinner then. ” He guides her out of the bathroom, by passing her clothes on the floor and her clutter of things in his home.
smoke def prefers reverse cowgirl, he likes watching the way you move your hips as you bounce up and down on him. he’ll grab your hips, moving you the way he likes as you throw your head back in pleasure. he’ll keep quiet most of the time, with the exceptions of a few expletives exclaimed here and then. he likes listening to your own moans, they stroke his ego while your pussy strokes his cock.
stack, on the other hand, prefers you ride traditional cowgirl. he loves looking up at your pretty face, he grins while admiring you pleasing yourself on him. he loves watching your tits bounce with each stroke, no matter what size. he’ll even reach a hand up to grab and knead them once in a while. stack will grip your hips to keep you steady, knowing that you get tired after a little bit. he’s definitely more vocal than his brother, not afraid to let you know you’re making him feel good.
one thing they both have in common is when they give you a break by holding your hips and thrusting their own into you, fastening the pace and getting you even closer to your impending orgasm.
afterwards, stack will usually cuddle up with you and tell you sweet nothings. but being true to his name, smoke will sit up on the bed and smoke one of his pre-rolled cigarette. he’ll even let you light it, too.
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