5months later…
“Ooh shit, dre! Don’t stop!” She screamed. “Damn tiny I can’t…” “what about the baby?” He said. “The baby is fine,” “please don’t stop!” He continued to dig her out. All he wanted to do was please her!
He had no clue that he was going to be forced into sex every day, but he wasn’t complaining. He sucked on her pussy with ease, sending her into a complete frenzy. He loved her love faces; he loved her moans. Dre couldn’t help but love her. He wanted the baby to be his. He felt like he had been through enough with her crazy ass.
“Fuck me, baby!” She moaned underneath him. It filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He kept a slow pace until she begged.” Please, daddy!” she moaned. “umm don’t say that no more,” he said, losing his focus.
He would soon be a daddy to a child, so it was weird to say it sexually “Deandre please” she winced and bit her lips. He slammed and rolled into her g-spot. “Ooh yes, please don’t stop!” She moaned.
He loved the way she sounded he hit deep strokes causing her to squirt out! She screamed! “Woah what’s happening?” Dre freaked out! “Is the baby okay?” He asked, concerned snatching himself out of her. She snapped to attention, growling, “put it back in” she moaned, grabbing his dick.
It frightened him. “Baby, maybe we should stop,” he said. Destiny's head flew up, and she grabbed him by her throat. “Fuck me!”
She yelled, slamming him onto the bed. “Yo, calm down,” Dre shrieked out! Density hopped onto of Dre’s dick and rode him vigorously. “Damn tiny, you’re wet as hell!” He held on tight. He knew it was about to be a powerful one because they had been fucking close to an hour. The more sex they had, the longer he could last.
The door swung open “get the fuck up!” Somebody yelled pointing a gun at destiny.
“Death can’t stand in the way of good dick.” She yelled! She rode him until she came.
Dre didn’t feel the same way.
Destiny has been bossy and rude as hell since she got pregnant, mean as hell. “Bitch really?” Somebody yelled. The voice sounded familiar. “Andrew, nigga, that’s you?” he asked the masked man
“Bruh! Is that you drew” Dre said tossing destiny and hopping up naked. As a matter of fact, how would anybody else have gotten in?
Dre stood toe to-toe with drew “man, really! You are pointing a gun at a pregnant woman?” Dre snapped. “What the fuck Is so important?” he wasn’t threatened by drew because he wasn’t about that life knowing him it was fake and he was doing this for attention.
“Brittany had a miscarriage,” he snapped. Destiny looked at him like what was his point. She didn’t understand why he was telling them. Destiny jumped up. Pregnant as shit.
“So, you got the bitch pregnant, huh?” She said slickly. “You and the whole hood lost a baby!” She laughed, drew, and snarled at her.
“What did you say?” He said again, pointing the gun at her. She hopped up and stood toe to toe with him Dre grabbed her. Moving her he had a gun at this point we didn’t know if it was loaded or not or even real but the more he talked the more serious he seemed.
“Put the gun down,” Dre said, getting close to Drew. Steam was coming off. Dre, was about to protect his baby and lady at all costs. “I will shoot her ass!” Drew yelled! “I should shoot your stupid as” she screamed, trying to charge at him.
Dre cloth lined her, knocking her off her feet. When she sat up, she had blood dripping from her face. She sat there looking at her blood and she began crying. Dre’s heart ached. But she wasn’t thinking.
“What the fuck do you want to do, drew!” He yelled one last time, this time getting close enough that the gun was pressed into his chest.
“I’m not afraid of you!” Dre yelled. “Who was it?” drew yelled.
“My sister beat her ass it was a cat fight a few months ago,” he explained.
“NO NOT LIKE THAT AINT NO CAT DID THIS!” “Brittany was beaten half to death and raped and when she tried to get help, she got into a horrible accident! Her brakes were cut,” he growled.
Destiny fell on the floor laughing “karma!”
“I know yall had beef, but this was low even for yall,” he snapped with his voice cracking! Dre knocked the gun out of his hand and beat his ass for a near-death experience.
“NIGGA DON’T EVER” whack! “POINT NO GUN,” Wack!
“AT MY BABY” Dre beat his face in. Ebony ran into the room and saw the scene.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON,” she asked.
She ran over to destiny “He hit you” “who did this?” she got mad as hell and jumped in thinking that was the reason that Dre was damn near killing drew.
They tag-teamed his ass. Destiny stood up and grabbed the gun and cocked it. They both stop fighting and turned around to see destiny with the gun.
She aimed at Drew's balls. Ebony stood up and begged her not to do it.
“But I’ve wanted to for years” she screamed.
“He just keeps causing trouble!” She screamed, shaking, holding the gun.
She squeezed the gun with tears and anger.
“It’s not worth it,” Dre begged, coming close to her. “Baby put the gun down!” “It’s okay I won’t go to jail”, he broke in here! She explained.
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT DON’T LET THE BABY SEE!” Dre cried. He begged, looking her in the eyes, but she looked through him. Her anger was trained on Drew her only chance.
“It’s not your baby,” she screamed, holding the gun tight. YOU CAME HERE TO KILL US OVER THAT BITCH EVEN MY BABY, I DID no HARM TO YOU!” she cried.
“YOU SAID YOU LOVED US,” “ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE PAIN YOU ARE A DISEASE”
Dre held onto her wrist, trying to calm her down.
“Let me do it,” he begged. “just not you,” he begged.
“Not with my baby watching,” he said, with tears in his eyes.
Destiny bit blood out of her lip the lust and anger were powerful she wanted to kill him nothing else mattered. He couldn’t be alive when this child was born.
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