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Minke knew he wasn't in control no more, that Alecia had become one of those ignorant, wild bitches that wasn't taking his shit anymore. He wasn't about to fuck up his life because of her.
He took a deep breath thanking God he'd made it up out that house in one piece. And whatever nigga she had over there that was ready to kill him over her, he could have her. That shit wasn't worth it to him no more.
It had become all about the sex and the control he had, to be able to just fuck her any time and shit on her any time, because she had changed, lost her morals, and had no respect for herself. Minke loved her, but hated her for who she'd become, and it was not changing.
That night he came to the realization that he had to have a relationship with his kids and take of them, but he had to take a giant step back from her.
Two weeks had passed, and Omari had been there every day, fucking and using her every way possible.
Joy told him she needed a grand to help pay the rent, or she was gonna be ass out. Since Minke was paying it, and Omari was the cause of him not coming around, he had to come up with it, or understand that she had to work things out with Minke.
Omari ignored her, but it soon became an everyday conversation, and she stopped fucking him, just like last time, coming up with every excuse she could, the main one being, she was so worried about how she was going to come up with money, sex was the farthest thing from her mind.
Omari saw all the shit that came with Joy, and began easing his way back out the door. She was the cutest, cuddliest, and most loveable woman he'd been with, but the shit that came with her made it easy for him to step away. She was over the edge. And he made his move. Keeping his distance was the best thing for him and her.
CHAPTER 20
The day came for Joy to close on her house, and Andre sat beside her in the lawyer's office. He had it set up so that his residence was rented before hers closed, and for the last two weeks he'd been living with her. Now they were making this move into her new home, along with her kids.
Joy was so happy. For a long time, this was what she'd dreamed of. A man she could call her own, and a family she could work hard for and make prosper.
She walked out of the lawyer's office with her keys, and a feeling of self-worth and accomplishment, a feeling of not only looking complete, but being complete.
They traveled to the town house excited and in the greatest of spirits. She had purchased a home, she had reached the American dream, and nobody could tell her shit. They walked up to the door, and as she slid her key into the lock, tears formed in her eyes.
Andre knew what she was feeling. He hugged her, letting her know she'd done good.
They strolled around looking at every aspect of her new home, imagining where everything would be placed.
“You know we have to christen each and every room,” he said, coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
Joy rested her hands on top of his and leaned her head back on his shoulder, pushing her hip on his dick and grinding. She could feel him swelling as he guided her to the edge of the loft, and braced herself.
Andre raised her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Then he removed his meat from his jeans and slid up inside her.
Joy pushed back, spread her legs, and stuck her ass up, and he came before he could really get started.
Joy had told him that she never gave head, that she wasn't sucking no nigga dick unless he was her husband. But she felt good, and she felt close to him.
She turned around to him, dropped down, and took his nasty dick that was dripping with his cum and hers into her mouth. She sucked, gulped, and inhaled his dick like it was the last one on earth. Then she stood up and guided him to the next room by his manhood, and he followed without hesitation.
She lay back on the floor and guided him into her again. Andre was so excited, he was thrusting like a wild horse, until he burst again prematurely. She was frustrated. She wanted to cum.
She jumped up and pushed him into the master bedroom onto the floor. She pulled his pants down and jumped on his ass, so that his butt bone was in her pelvic region and pressing against her clit. And she began to grind and pump like she was fucking him, until she came, and her juices ran down his butt and in the crack of his ass.
Joy reached down between his legs and latched onto his thang then buried her face in the crack of his ass and cleaned him of all her cum, down to his balls, until his manhood was down her throat again, rising for the third time.
She then flipped him over, pulled him up, and went to the next room, where she jumped on top of him and rode him like no tomorrow. She pulled her breasts from her bra, placed a hand on both and pushed them together, and told him, “Suck 'em.”
Most of the time, sucking did nothing for Joy, but the heat of the moment changed that, and she came again, collapsing on top of him.
Andre put his arms around her and embraced her every roll with passion. “I love you, girl,” he said, falling back.
“I know.” Joy smiled and stood up, almost stumbling from her weakness.
Andre got himself together. It was the middle of the day. Joy had taken off, and he had business. He said his good-byes, got his key, and was out.
Just as Joy was about to go out the door, her phone rang. “Hello,” she answered, wondering who was calling from the unfamiliar number.
“What up?” the voice said. “Where you at?” he asked.
“My new house.”
“Where?” the voice asked.
She told him, hesitant.
“I'm not far. See you in a sec.”
Moments later the silver Honda Accord pulled up.
When the doorbell rang, Joy opened the door, and a smile shot across her face. As she jumped into his arms, he reached down and scooped her ass up in the air, and they embraced for what felt like forever.
“You christened this living room yet?” he asked.
“No,” she answered, technically not lying, as he laid her back. “God, I missed you, Booby.”
“Well, I'm home now, baby. I'm home.”
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