The night air felt heavy and thick as you laid in bed, sheets fallen to the floor - thighs rubbing together as you watched the PG-13 sex scene with envy. Business never waited, not even for love, so when he left for a three day visit to the border, your heart and pussy cried. Who leaves their new bride on their honeymoon? The question floated through your thoughts as you fell against the pillows in a deflated sigh.
The dark room, flashed with light, as your phone twitched in the sheets. You told him you were going to bed hours ago, but your heartbeat quickened as his name glared on the screen.
His chiseled abs glistened in the soft light. Muscles rippling as he sank into the pillows, “Baby girl, I miss you so much.” The husk in his voice was laced with tequila and quiet dominance. His hand lazily stroking his hardening member. His bated breaths quickened as his grasp became firmer, his cock heavy in his hands.
“When I think about you…” His moan echoed in the darkness as his thumb rolled over his slit - he teased himself with your memory as his pace quickened. “When you let me deep, and you cry, that fucking cry…” His hips jerked with the quiver of his voice as he gripped his cock - throbbing with arousal. “Take Daddy’s nut.” He barked the order, controlling to the last minute, as he came in spurts - painting his stomach as he jerked his orgasm.
The phone tumbled to the bed - the slowly spinning fan hovering - a muffled clean up in the background.
“I’ll be home soon, baby girl. I love you.” His eyes were cloudy with sleep and pleasure as his face came into view, the phone rising as he fell against the sheets - black curls wavy against the pillowcase.
A blinding smile flashed across your thoughts as you came from your own fingers, moaning his name as your knees fell, thighs sticky from your weak mimic of his fingers inside you. An orgasm took the edge off of your longing, dulling your senses, as you pulled the sheet higher, sliding under the covers.
Your eyes fluttered at his scent as your eyes closed, sated and sleepy, dreaming of his touch.
After a long day, nothing beats pinning your girlfriend down, biting her neck, making your way down her chest to her inner thighs, eating her out then when it’s all over cuddling her telling her how good she was and playing with her hair as she’s shaking in your arms.
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Papers rustled as the strangled wind blew through the opened window. Your color coded notes drifted to the floor as the laughter of the stoop breezed into the quiet room.
His smooth timber was recognizable above his homies - the sonorous flow washing over you as you peeked through the smudged pane, catching a glimpse of his lanky, tattooed frame.
He told a story with his whole body - animated gestures and emotional faces submerged you in his words as you drowned in the moment with him. His hands fell over his crotch, his chest bucked as he enunciated the end of the tale with a reminder that he was the boss. The homies laughed, coughing on smoke as they dapped each other up - pledging allegiance, learning the moral of the story.
A pregnant pause fell over the group, blunts lit and fortys passed, caused you to lean forward, pulling at the creaking wood, revealing your hiding place.
“Keep it down. I’m trying to study.” The request was a tease - a coy smile slid over your face as Johnny squinted, his eyes widening at the sight of your face. “My bad, ma, we ain’t mean to disturb you.” The smile disguised the predator as he turned back to the group, taking the blunt from rotation.
Before the window could close, your phone lit up - baby j flashing over the screen.
unlock the door.
Your feet padded through the tiny apartment to the tower of locks. Your fingers trembled as you twisted, turned, and slid the locks open. With each clink, your heart quickened. It had been weeks since Johnny “Baby Jokes” Cruz had found his way into your heart and your pussy. With each orgasm, it became harder to ignore the electricity between the apparent polar opposites.
Author’s Note: I actually have my shit together to post Smut Sunday on Sunday. Enjoy a soft/redeemed Erik and thanks to my sweet husband for inspiring this post. *cough* it’s about him. It’s not as nasty as I usually put on, but meh, sometimes it needs to be sweet. Enjoy, sleazies!
Erik’s smoldering gaze fell on you as you clinked and clanked pots and pans in the kitchen. Your plump cheeks giggling in your velvet house shorts - the baby pink velvet laying smooth over your curves. “I should hem your lil’ ass up for all that bangin’ when I’m trying to watch the fucking game.” The bass in his voice stilled you - a skillet in hand - it paused you, meeting his stare boldly as you shoved the skillet into the cluttered cabinet. A chorus of tings filling the apartment.
“Baby girl,” Erik was quick to his feet - his heavy hands slapping his thick thighs as stalked towards the open galley kitchen, “What the fuck is your problem?” He shadowed the entry as you wiped the counter with spite - your breasts bouncing as you swiped with attitude. “You been stompin’ and poutin’ all day. Daddy ain’t give you enough attention?” His hips pressed into yours as they met the cool tiled counter. The weight of his body melted yours as you rocked against him, “You forgot to ask about my exam. You know the one I’ve been killing myself for. Some Daddy.” The insult was dotted with sass as you slid under him - padding from the kitchen in victory.
“You big mad?” The grip on your wrist burned as you twisted from him, “No, come here.” The jerk down the hall left your feet stomping as you forcefully followed him. “I have laundry to finish. What do you even want?” Loud sighs and breathy huffs drifted through your words - your attitude inflating your boldness. “The question is what do you want? Lay down, ma.” The gray basketball shorts puddled at his feet - his dick curved against his thigh. “Don’t even say shit. Just lay down. Save all that cap for ya friends. Daddy know what you need.” A hand slid over your throat, gripping the back of your neck as he pushed you forward - your knees hitting the mattress.
Pushing your shorts to the floor, your naked body revealed as you cat crawled onto the bed, turning to face a standing Erik. “Goddamn, you just run around the house - no panties.” He rub his hands together - his pink tongue sliding over his plump lips. A smirk slid across your face, shrugging, “It’s not like you’d do anything about it.” You had already committed to your role as the braat and had to finish the scene.
His eyebrows furrowed as he slid onto the bed, his heavy dick swinging erotically as he hovered over your waiting body. His soft lips dotted kisses against your jawbone. Your head turning - opening your neck to his soft pecks. “Come on, don’t be like that. Let me say sorry.” His words melted into your skin as he swiped his tongue over your pulse - nipping lightly as his hand trailed over your cami.
Resting on his knees, his hands pushing your thighs into butterfly wings as he stared at your glistening pussy. “Can Daddy say sorry?” His perfect mouth spit on your lips - his thick fingers sliding over the wetness. Your hips rose, trying your best to deepen his touch, as his thumb pressed against your clit. “I fucked up. I gotta earn that forgiveness.” His admission was ignored as two fingers pushed into you - soft whines slipping from your lips.
Erik’s chestnut eyes drank you in as your eyes fluttered closed, your legs falling open as he slowly fucked you - each curl of his fingers and swipe of his thumb left your hips rolling against his rigid fingers. “Damn,” He watched your tongue slide over your lips as your hands slid over your breasts - absentmindedly tweaking your own nipples.
How could he have disappointed you? Work had been busy, but that was no excuse for forgetting you. You took care of him - each action dipped in love - and never missed a step for him. You made him proud and missing a chance to make you proud cut him deep - only you could do that. “Do it harder,” Your acrylic nails dug into his wrist - his gold bracelets slick with you.
“Move your fucking hand.” His voice rasp as his fingers stilled - your pussy throbbing. “Move your hand, princess.” The second request was softer as the pad of his thumb swirled your pulsing clit, “Trust me, move your hand.” His fingers spread inside you - reaching the spot that ached for him. “See, I know. That’s the place.” His head dipped - his tongue swirling around a covered nipple. “Baby girl, Daddy’s sorry. You make me so proud.” With each compliment, your pussy gushed - the sounds of Erik’s thrusts filling the air with an erotic song. “You really are the realest one. You my baby.” He added a third finger - stretching your lips as he pressed against your spot - curling another orgasm from you. “You make me wanna do nice shit for your soft ass.” The spoken love sent a flood over his fingers and your thighs. “Oh my god,” You were breathless as you closed your knees together over Erik’s forearm. “I love you, Daddy. Fuck..” Your voice trailed as he pulled away, “I love you too, princess.” His fingers rubbed your arousal over his hard dick. The feel of your essence, silky soft, over him left his mouth open as he smacked the mushroomed tip against your sensitive slit.
Your coffin nails raked over his abdomen. Your pussy pulled him closer, gripping every inch as he slid into your wet heat, but your hand pushed him back - his dick too deep in your guts to be coherent. “Nah, you know I want in deep - stretching my shit. Fuck, girl, I dream about this shit.” His shallow thrusts left your walls clenching as he pulled back slowly - his t-shirt under his chin as he watched the intimate connection. You did your best to fuck him back. Your hips moving against his as he stayed kneeling - watching you struggle to take him all.
His self-control melted with each jiggle of your breasts as his achingly slow thrusts left you a mess - begging for him. “Harder, please. Daddy, I forgive you,” You whined - your hazy eyes meeting his - his blinding smile forcing your eyes closed as his hand held your throat and he hovered over you, your calf resting against his shoulder.
“Fuck, I have to fuck my pussy good. Remind her how much I love her, ya?” His stroke deepened and your cries were silent as he raked his dick back and forth so slowly. His fingers gripped your loose waves - another sensation to overwhelm you as he mumbled curses. His head dipped low as he breathed slowly as he pushed deep - your back arching as you creamed over his thick member. “Yeah, that’s my girl. She forgive me. Fuck, you squeezing my shit. Fuck, fuck, ahhh…” Erik’s hips snapped yours - your body weak against his assault as hot cum coated your walls.
The weight of his body smothered you as you panted, letting his arms wrap you up, rolling to your side. Your pussy lips were puffy - cum leaking out as Erik’s dick rested against your thighs as he held you close. Your eyes fluttered as you felt the bed shift - the mattress dipping as Erik stood, stripping his t-shirt.
Your skin was sticky from sweat and your feet ached as your forehead pressed against the cool window. You felt hazy - countless shots and a few mixed drinks - left your mind swimming in a sea of Hennessy and obscene thoughts of Erik’s mouth between your thighs.
The Uber slowed as it stopped in the driveway. Tia stumbled out to let you climb forward. Your dress bunched at the top of your thighs as you slid between the seats and stepped out of the SUV - wobbly on your feet. “Girl, don’t let the dick kill you tonight.” Tia smacked your ass as she climbed back into the waiting car - a chorus of giggles filling the quiet night as you weakly made your way into the house.
The arches of your feet throbbed as you climbed the stairs that felt like Mount Everest. Instinctively, you opened the door of your children’s shared room and gazed at their sleeping faces. EJ’s hand rested on his belly as his chest rose and fell softly. You could never fully miss Erik. You had spent nine months making his twin. EJ’s tiny locs framed his face as he rolled to his side - enough movement to send you sneaking into the hallway, walking towards the dim light of the master bedroom.
The yellow light from the TV poured over the bed and Erik’s muscular frame laid against the pillows - his own locs splayed on the pillow as he stretched - eyes still shut tight. “You done shaking your ass for the night? Finally come home to Daddy?” He rolled, sitting up - blankets puddling on the floor.
You snorted as you rolled your eyes, turning on your heel. You couldn’t make a full step before Erik’s stocky arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his hard frame. “See, I told you not to be out here showing your ass. Ya come in here, ass all out,” His words punctuated with a sharp smack to your thigh. Your skin burned under his assault and you leaned against him weakly - rolling your hips against his. “You knew what you was doing - wearing this dress, wearing these,” His hand slid over your hips - his fingers tracing the lace covering your throbbing pussy.
Your head lazed against his shoulder as you let him hold you still. His thick fingers rubbing your clit through your panties - the friction making you grind your hips against his, feeling his hardened dick against your ass. “E, please.” You pushed back against him - your acrylic nails raking against his neck, pulling at his skin, as you whimpered.
“Who in the fuck is ‘E’?” His breath was hot in your ear as he licked a stripe against your neck, nipping at your soft skin. “Is that one of them weak-ass guys from the club you were shaking my ass on?” He pushed your panties to the side, feeling your arousal seep from your lips. “Oh, the Henny got you wet wet. Get on the damn bed.” He released you with a push - shoving his gray sweats to the floor - his dick springing forward, its head glistening with precum.
You licked your lips, eyeing the prize you had been craving all night. You clenched your thighs as you stripped your dress, shimming the satin fabric to the floor - forgetting its importance as you moved closer to the bed.
“Take all that shit off.” The lust edging out his dominance as you gleefully stripped for him. Your fingers hooked the band of your panties, pushing them down your legs - kicking them behind you as you dropped your bra - your full breasts falling forward, bouncing with each step towards the bed.
The bed dipped with your weight as you climbed onto the plush comforter. You licked your lips - staring at his hardened dick. Your mouth watered at the thought of swallowing him - gagging as he filled your throat, saliva dripping from your swollen lips. You kneeled in front of him - waiting for directions - momentarily being a good girl.
“Come here, ma. I know what you want.” Erik jerked his head up as he propped himself on his elbows. His chest rising and falling sharply as your body slid over his - the feeling of your skin on his electrifying his need for you. “I know you want me to eat you. I know that freak in you want to ride my face.” His fingers dug into your thighs as your eyes widen with desire. He slid down - his head resting on a pillow as you sat yourself above his face - your hands gripping the headboard.
“Aye,” His hand slapped your bare ass, your cheek jiggling against his beard, “Stop being stingy with the pussy. I want to eat it too.” You groaned at his admission as he pulled you close - inhaling your scent as he spread your lips - your clit aching for his touch.
His tongue slid between your pinkness - mixing his spit with your arousal as he sucked on your clit, sliding his tongue over the glistening nub. “Oh shit.” Your fingers gripped the cloth-covered headboard as Erik pulled you against his face - his tongue sliding into you as you rocked against him. His beard left your thighs burning as you watched him fuck you with his tongue. Your eyes were hazy as you looked down. Your hands gripped his locs as you bounced your ass against his face - feeling every swipe of his tongue as you felt yourself melt against him. He moaned into you as you came. Your orgasm sliding down his beard. His tan skin glistening with you as you sat frozen in euphoria.
Erik’s deep laugh was the only sound as you slid beside of him - the orgasm and Hennessy leaving your body like jelly. “Your drunk ass already tappin’ out? What about me?” He rolled to his side - his dick sliding between your cheeks, rubbing your already sensitive pussy. “Nah, let me in, baby girl. Let me put your ass to sleep for real.” You bent your leg, lifting your hips as he tapped his thick cock against your swollen lips - covering himself in your cream. Pussy always felt good to Erik, but there was something about pussy he knew he owned that made his eyes shut tight as he slid into your velvet walls.
“Fuck,” He grunted as he sat up, pushing himself deeper. Your hand met his stomach - a weak attempt to push him away - your pussy throbbing at the fullness. “Nah, baby girl,” He pulled your hand away, wrapping it in his, an intimate gesture in the midst of fucking, “I know you like. You dripping all over my dick.”
You pushed against him - your ass jiggling against his slow thrusts as you mumbled, “My dick.”
Erik stilled as you squeezed him tight, “Yah, mama. It is your dick.” His head dropped as he found your lips. His tongue sliding into your warm mouth as he pulled out of you slowly and swallowed your moans - your protest at the loss of his fullness. His teeth nipped your shoulder as he slid back in - his body electrified from the intimate connection you shared with him.
“Your dick got you shakin’, huh?” He mocked your body’s sensitivity as your head lulled back - your neck exposed to his brutal assault. His hand slid around your throat, holding you still, as he slid in and out of your wetness at a sickeningly slow pace. Each thrust left your walls fluttering as he pushed deeper into you. “Daddy, you feel so good.” You whimpered as you palmed your breasts - rolling your nipples between your fingers as they bounced with each push into you.
“Do it just like that, mama. I’ma bust so deep in my pussy.” His forehead was pressed to yours as he slammed his hips into you - your body jolting forward with thrust. You were drunk on alcohol and Erik - his presence overwhelming your senses as you let go - gushing over his chiseled thighs as he watched your cream cover him. “Oh god,” He groaned, a rare show of emotion for the dominant, as he buried his face in your neck - hot ropes of cum covering your pulsating walls.
Erik’s heavy body covered yours as you panted weakly. Your body had melted into his and you whined as he pulled out - his wet dick laying against your thigh. “Daddy, stay, please.” You pulled his hand around your thick waist, pressing your body into his, as your eyes fluttered with sleep.
Erik laid still behind you, pulling you into his frame, as he softly kissed your shoulder before sliding out - his feet softly hitting the floor. Grabbing his clothes, he dressed quickly - careful to be quiet in the sleeping house.
He opened the door of the nursery - gazing at the faces of his two miracles. His chest grew tight as he watched Elisha roll to her side - her chubby hands laid flat against the crib mattress. He’d be back in a few days he told himself as he tip-toed down the stairs. He wasn’t a not shit baby daddy.
“I can’t believe that I’m watching the kids, so you can go out with your thot-ass friends.” Erik reclined against the tufted headboard - his ab muscles rippling as he fluffed the pillows around him.
“First of all, you aren’t ‘watching’ kids. You’re their damn dad, not a babysitter. Second of all, my friends aren’t thot-asses, okay?” Your voice carried from the closet as you searched for your left heel. Tia, your best friend, was celebrating a big promotion and it called for a girls’ night and a VIP booth at Roxy’s. You rarely sought a night out or even a day with your friends, and for as much shit as Erik gave you, he knew you deserved it.
Holding the front of your dress to your chest, you padded over to a lazed Erik - “Help me zip my dress. Don’t zip my hair either.” Your manicured fingers wrapped your loose curls, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. “Come on. I still need to finish my makeup.” You wiggled your plump ass as you scooted closer to him.
“Fuck no. Go change. This shit is too much. See, your little friends gonna have you in here fucked up, ma.” His thick hand landed firmly against your ass - watching it jiggle under the red satin material. Your chin rested on your shoulder as you rolled your eyes, backing further into him.
“Zip my dress. I am not changing. I’ve waited three years to wear this, E! Three!”
Almost back-to-back pregnancies with EJ and Elisha left your body reeling from changes. Fuller hips, fuller breasts, and a fuller ass left you a changed, albeit, curvier woman and after working so hard at a healthier lifestyle, you finally embraced your new normal. This dress had waited for you, a remnant of your previous self, stowed away behind leggings and over-sized t-shirts, and it was ready to make an appearance.
Erik’s audible sigh was dipped in irritation as he roughly grabbed your hips, pulling you between his open knees. His fingers gripped your curves - pressing deep into your skin as he slowly zipped the dress - the fabric fitting snugly over your frame.
You turned, wearing a smug smile, as you batted your eyes, “Thank you ---” Your graciousness cut short as his hand roughly held your neck, pulling you to him - the weight of his hand making your pussy twitch in your lace panties. “Don’t be out here embarrassing me with your ass and titties all out, baby girl.” His raspy voice made your belly warm as you nodded weakly. You could do little to mask the effect that he had on you. His thumb brushed over your chin as he let you go - leaning back onto the bed as if nothing had happened.
Swallowing weakly, you disappeared to the bathroom - finishing your hair and makeup in the nick of time. Your phone vibrated, jumping on the counter, to alert the presence of your friends and the poor Uber driver who was blinded by the flash of cameras and twerking videos for Snapchat.
“There are bottles in the fridge. I’ll be home soon.” You adjusted your boobs in the mirror - pulling and shifting the dress to fit perfectly as you turned to face him. Erik adjusted himself as he looked you up and down. It had been so long since he had seen you like this - a woman separate from a mother - and his dick throbbed as he watched you toss your long hair over your shoulder and walk out of the room.
“Don’t be a hoe!” His voice boomed through the quiet house as you tip-toed down the stairs mumbling under your breath about not shit baby daddies.
“What?” Erik hovered over your bent form - his breath warm on your sticky skin.
His closeness made your stomach lurch - euphoria strangled by rage, “I said, I don’t think you can!” Your hand flew open - hurling the phone into the dresser - the wood chipping as his phone fell - the screen shattering against the wooden floor.
“Yo, what the fuck?!” The mattress creaked as he jumped back - hastily pulling on his boxers as he stood - the heat in his gaze scorching your skin. “What the fuck is your problem?” His words deadpanned - falling flat in the raging air as you wrapped yourself in your robe.
“My pussy is fucking stupid. That’s my problem.” Your manicured hands punctuated your thought. “I’m over here trying my best to coparent with your toxic ass, but she, she’s fucking stupid.” You tossed clothing at him - his arms cradling each cotton bullet you threw.
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About.” Erik dropped the clothes, stalking towards you - his presence left your confidence shrinking - a flower fading in the darkest shadow. Erik licked his lips, raking his onyx eyes over her silk-clad body, pouring charm over the jaggedness between them - dulling the stab. He knew you saw texts - from who, he wasn’t sure and it didn’t matter - it was enough to make you slip away, falling off the cliff once more.
Your lips curled in disgust as you pulled away, “I know you’re not fucking lookin’ at me like that. I know you, N’Jadaka,” Your long acrylic nail poked through his facade as you spoke his name, “This is why our shit didn’t work out. You play too fucking much.” You bent low, collecting his sweats once again. “It’s time for you to go. Erika is ready.”
You shoved the 11s into his chest as you flung the bedroom door open - the creak of the frame echoing through the silent apartment. “Get out, N’Jadaka.” A sigh carried your words - bursting as the words left your mouth - the corners dipping in a frown. Erik’s smirk lost its gleam as he stared at your hunched frame. His tongue held venomous words, but he swallowed them as he slid on his sweatpants - loose on his waist. “Ma, it’s not even like that. She’s old, a random…” His voice trailed as he leaned close to your stoic frame.
“Shut up. Every fucking thing that comes out of your mouth is a lie.” Your teeth gritted in anger as you scooted from his gaze, padding into the hallway - turning the light on, smothering the darkness.
“I just don’t understand. Erik. We. Have. A. Fucking. Baby.,” Each word was followed by a clap as you turned to face the now-dressed cheater, “What does it for you? The stretch marks, the leaving me on read for days, or fucking breaking my heart every time?” You choked the words out as tears pricked your eyes.
“-------, take that bass out of your voice and calm the fuck down. You’re gonna wake EJ up.” Erik spat in harsh whispers as his hulking frame filled the narrow hall. “Look, she text me, ight? I’ll take care of her, but I take care of you too.” He shrugged - a clear sign that he didn’t think he was wrong. “You’re the mother of my child. I can’t just leave you alone.” His hand slid around yours - holding your wrist possessively as he stood close - smothering your fire.
Your head rolled back as you huffed in despair, “See, that’s the problem. You can’t just leave me alone.” You slouched in defeat, “I can’t keep doing this with you. We can’t fuck. We can’t have sex. We can’t make love. Erik. I can’t do it.” The tears poured from your eyes - slow stretches of silences carried by your soft sobs. “We have EJ and he’s perfect, he’s so damn perfect, but this…” You gestured between the two - your French tips traveling back and forth, “Has to stop. I deserve better than this.” Your breath came sharp as you stared at him with eyes red-rimmed and watery.
Erik’s jaw clenched as he swallowed thickly, “You sound crazy. It was a text. You’re acting this way over a text! It could have been anybody.”
“It was just an anybody - it was a whole bitch, Erik! She was asking for you to come break her off!,” Your hands flew up in confusion, “You call me crazy? Fine, I’ll play the crazy baby mama. My conscience is clear. I know I didn’t do you dirty or fucking play you, but you…” A shrill scream silenced you - EJ’s fearful wail - reminding you what was most important.
Pushing past Erik, you eased open EJ’s door, eyeing Erik at the opposite end of the hallway as you went to shush the baby, leaving him standing in a mess to clean up.
