Chapter 30
Tammy looked back at Darious as he fucked her from behind like a rabbit. She moaned loudly, holding on to the headboard as she tried to throw her ass back at him. Darious was too much for her, though. He pushed her back in and arched her ass up, slowing his strokes down, but digging deeper into her guts.
“Ahhhh!” she cried out from both the pain and the pleasure of his long pole tapping against her back wall. “Oh, yes. I’m cumming, baby,” she yelled, reaching under and rubbing her clit.
“Yeah, cum all over daddy dick,” Darious encouraged her. “Who pussy is dis?” he said as he continued to stroke. “Who pussy is it?” he yelled again, raising his head and smacking down on the top of her ass.
Tammy’s pussy tightened up around his dick then a burst of her juices spilled out onto his member. She cried out as the orgasm sent chills through her entire body. “Dis ya pussy, daddy,” she managed to get out through the waves of pleasure.
Darious sped up his strokes, this time trying to chase down the nut that was brewing in his balls. Tammy had that wet pussy, and her ass cheeks were soft as cotton. This was actually his second time about to let off. “Where you want it at?” he asked, feeling himself about to explode.
The first time, Darious pulled out and came all over her stomach, but the sheets had wiped most of it off. This time, Tammy was in the zone. She was still feeling the effects of her orgasm and knew what would make it feel even better.
“Cum all in dis pussy,” she moaned, looking at him through the mirror on the wall, pounding away at it.
Darious did as he was instructed, erupting and shooting his warm, thick, creamy lava inside of her. The feeling of it extended Tammy’s orgasm even further, and as she felt herself about to cum again, she pushed her ass back against him. She bit down on the pillow and damn near tore the headboard off from the pleasure. Her insides were so soft and wet, it pushed Darious’s now semi-hard dick right out. He couldn’t go back in if he wanted to. Collapsing on her back was the only thing he could do, and just like that, they both flopped down onto the bed.
* * *
Kim stood outside the women’s clinic, hesitant about going inside. She watched as a car pulled up in front of the building and its hazards began to flash. Seconds later, a woman got out of the passenger side, apparently about six or seven months pregnant. She didn’t look happy at all, carrying around her load. And to make matters even worse, this wasn’t her first time being a mother. The loud yells and screams from the two kids in the back seat pierced Kim’s ears, and a quick verbal lashing from the young mother followed swiftly. Kim stepped to the side and allowed the little boy to storm into the building. The mother and another five-year-old boy went in right behind him.
“Nah, I can’t do it,” Kim mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she walked through the lobby area.
Kim’s mind was made up that she was wasn’t going to keep the baby she had conceived about a month ago. All that unprotected sex she had been having with Lamar had caught up with her, and although the thought of motherhood entered her mind and felt kind of good for a moment, Kim had to be real with herself. She wasn’t ready for a baby and, in her mind, neither was Lamar.
“Hi, how can I help you today?” the receptionist asked when Kim walked up to the desk.
She really didn’t know how to say it, since this was her first time. She wanted to be as discreet as possible, not wanting her business to get out. “Do y’all do abortions here?” Kim asked in a low tone.
“Yes, we do. You need to fill out these forms and doctor will see you in a little while,” the receptionist said, passing Kim the clipboard.
When Kim turned around, she felt like all eyes were on her. There had to be at least ten females in the small waiting room, most of whom were there for the same reason she was. Kim sat right next to the female who was yelling at little Marcus on their way into the building. Surprisingly, Marcus was sitting over in the children’s playroom, playing quietly with his little brother.
“The first time is always hard,” the female looked over and said to Kim. “My name is Jazz,” she greeted her, sticking her hand out for a shake.
“Kim,” Kim replied, accepting her hand. “How did you know?” she asked, wondering if it was that obvious.
“Girl, I’m very familiar with those forms you got on that clipboard.” Jazz chuckled. “I swear I probably got the most fertile eggs in this city.”
Kim smiled. “So why do I feel so bad?” Kim asked while looking around at the other females.
“Oh, that’s just your motherly instinct kicking in. As women, we’re naturally inclined to protect our young, so when we go against that, it feels wrong,” Jazz explained.
Kim didn’t know how much truth it held, but it definitely made a lot of sense. They sat there and talked until Jazz was called for her check-up. A few moments later, Kim’s name was called. It felt like she was being led to the slaughterhouse as the nurse led her down the hallway, into one of the small rooms.
* * *
Tammy dismounted Darious and fell into the bed, exhausted and thirsty as hell. They had been in the house all morning, fucking then making love, then fucking again, right before making love for the final time.
Tammy couldn’t feel nothing from the waist down, and Darious’s dick felt like it caught a cramp from all the work it had put in. Neither of them could honestly say that they’d had that much sex in a morning’s time before. It was incredible and intoxicating.
“You can’t be doing this to me,” Tammy said, pulling up under Darious. “You gon’ get us both in trouble,” she said, thinking about the unprotected sex they continued to have.
“I’m already in trouble.” He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her on her forehead.
“What you mean by that?” she asked, looking up at him.
Darious turned on his side and faced her. In his eyes, Tammy was beautiful in every way. He didn’t mind showing and telling Tammy constantly how much he loved her. “Every day I spend with you, I fall deeper in love with you. I can’t lie, shawty. I’m in too deep. You got my heart, and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” Darious said, removing some hair from in front of her face.
When he spoke, Tammy could see the sincerity in his eyes. She could just feel the love pouring off him and, being honest with herself, she was falling deeper in love with him too as the days went by. He treated her like she was the only thing that mattered in this world, and for any woman who had a man like that, the feeling was good.
“Darious, I’m yours. I only ask you to do one thing for me,” Tammy said, looking into his eyes. “Please don’t hurt me,” she told him as her eyes began to tear up.
All she could think about was how happy she was right now, and how she didn’t want to lose Darious. Her tears came at the thought of them not being together. Tammy knew that it was true love because the only time she ever felt this way about a man was when she was with Chris, and now that she thought about it, Darious probably treated her better in the spoiling department. But when it came to the sex, Tammy had to be real with herself. Darious was a good lover, and his dick was a little longer than Chris’s, but the truth of the matter was that Chris did some things sexually that Darious would never be able to compete with. Hell, Chris did some things to Tammy that even she couldn’t explain. Her heart wasn’t with him anymore, but that was one thing she couldn’t take away from Chris. He was the truth in bed.
* * *
Since Kim was a walk-in, she couldn’t get the abortion done the same day. The doctor took her blood samples and got Kim’s medical history, all for the procedure scheduled for the next day. Kim was about seven to eight weeks pregnant, so the extraction wouldn’t be difficult at all. The cost of it was $375, and that was with the anesthesia. The last thing she wanted to do was be awake and watch as her baby got sucked out of her through a tube.
On her way to her car, Kim looked through her phone to see who would pick her up from the doctor after the abortion. After being instructed that she couldn’t drive, Kim immediately began to think. She even thought about just telling Lamar what was going on, but opted not to, out of fear of how he would feel about his baby being on the chopping block.
“Ms. D,” Kim said, leaning against the driver’s side door of the car.
“You better be calling me to let me know that you’re on ya way to come get me and take me to my doctor’s appointment,” Ms. D shot back.
Ms. D had been sitting by the window waiting for Kim’s car to pull up on the block. With all that was going on, and her covert mission to the abortion clinic, taking Ms. D to the doctor’s had slipped her mind.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. D. I am on my way,” Kim said, getting into the car. “Can you call and tell them that you’re going to be a few minutes late?”
“Don’t worry about it. I already called,” Ms. D told her, not upset at all. “So besides that, what was you calling me for?” Ms. D asked, taking a bite of the celery stick she was munching on.
“I’m on my way to you right now. We’ll talk then,” Kim told her, looking both ways before pulling out of her parking spot.
Kim really didn’t want to explain her whole situation over the phone anyway. It was personal. Ms. D needed to know how important it was for her to keep the pregnancy between them, and in order for that to happen, Kim needed to talk face to face. Sometimes Ms. D could be a chatterbox, especially when she had that devil juice in her.