Baby Momma 2 by Ni’chelle Genovese Page B

pineapples. You ready, bae?”
    Damn right, I thought, because my ass couldn’t talk. She was mumbling with her mouth full, but I still understood her. I was so far gone I couldn’t even answer. But oh yes, I was definitely ready. I wiggled my ass farther back onto her nose and tongue as my reply. I could feel the first throb, the first convulsion. I hadn’t cum in so long I’d stopped keeping track. Sparks and flashes were starting to appear behind the blindfold due to me squeezing my eyes closed so tight. The comforter was now gripped between my teeth and I was on a downward spiral straight into— shock! My eyes widened behind the blindfold. I gasped as every good feeling suddenly fled from me as quickly as it had approached. No this heffa did not just jam her muthafuckin finger in my damn ass.
    â€œWhat the fuck?” I bucked forward. Pain, anger, and just a tinge of feel good still coursed through my system. Her finger was still jammed firmly in place like that little Dutch girl you see in all those pictures plugging the leak in the dam.
    â€œBae, come back. I said I had a trick for you, damn. It’s s’posed to make you cum harder.” She sounded aggravated.
    I stared back at her, wide-eyed and in complete shock while I tried to relax around the sudden unexpected intrusion in my damn asshole.
    â€œDamn, Larissa, you could’ve prepped it first. Licked your finger, lubed it up with some K-Y, I don’t know.” I mentally analyzed my asshole for a second. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be, it was actually kind of tingly. A little numbness seemed to be spreading around, but it sure wasn’t super fantastic either.
    â€œI did. What do you think was in the bag? Now come back.”
    I tried to relax but there was just something “dirty” feeling about anus play and I couldn’t help it. I kept clenching my ass cheeks and making the stank face at her. Ris had officially with a single finger killed the moment, and all the blood rushing from my head back up to my head was starting to make me feel lightheaded.
    â€œRis, you done killed it. I’m good—I can’t.”
    â€œMommmmmy.” The sound of our voices obviously reminded the kids of the fact that they hadn’t been fed and they both chimed in, screaming from outside the bedroom door. Ris actually surprised me for once.
    â€œI’ll go, and I’ll bring you somethin’ for your head.” She gently slid her index finger out of my ass and I cringed. Damn, she could’ve at least started with a pinky. Where they do that at?
    â€œRis,” I called after her when she was halfway out the door. “Please wash that thing before you feed my babies.”
    She wiggled it at me and I leaned back in horror, frustration at yet again almost getting off completely pissing me off. Yeah, I definitely felt a headache coming on.

CHAPTER 11
    WORKIN’ WOMAN
    â€œTaya, sit yo’ li’l yella ass down befo’ I sit you down.”
    She stared at me, her eyes all round and shit like she ain’t know what I was saying. I gave her a 3.2-second window to drop back down into her little pink plastic chair; otherwise, I was gonna light her ass up. Dropping peanut butter and jelly sandwiches onto the table in front of the kids, I pulled out my cell.
    â€œDon’t neitha of y’all move ’til I come back. Mommy is upstairs sleeping. I don’t wanna hear a damn peep. Okay?”
    They both nodded at me slowly.
    â€œNow eat.” I walked out into the garage, sweat beading up on my forehead instantly. Shit, Michelle so good for heating up floors and wasting money on security and shit, why we can’t put air conditioning in the damn garage? That seemed to be where I was spending so much of my spare time any damn way.
    â€œAhhh, hey, you. I just got feedback, a complaint from Darnell, who was not very pleased. You do know that,