ONE
“You must really think that I’m boo boo the fool Dai!” Samara screamed as tears fell down her cheeks.
Although Samara Amerie Porter was a feisty chick, she usually possessed the ability to control and contain her inner fire. However, when she was pissed off or someone pushed her too far, a beast manifested from within, and she brought hell on Earth. Samara only stood at five foot- two inches, but her slick mouth made her seem like she was seven- one. She was a gorgeous woman too, beautiful honey blonde coils draped her flawless, smooth caramel colored face. Curvaceous, with hips and thighs for days; most referenced her to Big Booty Judy from the movie ATL. The most captivating feature about her, however, was her eyes. Those beautiful, almond shaped hazel brown orbs that glared with a hint of blue whenever she got upset.
Dai let out a drawn-out sigh. He hated it when Samara got like this. They
rarely argued so he was not used to this side of her. “Samara baby, calm down. The situation really isn’t that deep. I keep telling you that I am yours only. For the last year I have been here loving you and only you! I go above and beyond for your stubborn ass. Why would I fuck all of this up over random bitches?” Dai explained to Samara -- it was clear that he had lost his patience.
Samara laughed. “Random? She’s not fucking random!” she corrected. “She’s your fucking ex-wife!”
Samara’s thoughts were racing at this point. She could not understand why Dai was downplaying the situation,
Daivid Vaughn Thomas (everyone calls him Dai) has been in a relationship with Samara for a little over a year. They have been friends since high school and throughout college but became even closer during Samara’s divorce in 2017. Their mental and emotional connection is an unbreakable, solid bond they share. It is more than physical, even though their sexual attraction was off the charts. They could spend hours talking about random things, sometimes laughing so hard they could barely breathe; they could sit in silence and still be comfortable with one another. They were best friends. Dai and Samara loved one another without limits.
Perfect, right? Not so much. There was one thing, well, person who seemed dedicated and devoted to seeing Dai and Samara’s demise: Dai’s ex-wife, Nikko Azuri Gray. Nikko and Dai had been married for three and a half years before divorcing in 2018; They did not have any children, property, businesses or anything that tied them together so Samara couldn’t understand why they were still communicating or why Nikko wanted to ruin what she and Dai was now building together. Over the past year, Nikko had slashed tires on both Dai and Samara’s cars, spread rumors about Samara cheating on Dai, and even tried to sabotage Dai’s career. Samara wondered why he was still even in contact with this looney tunes bitch.
Dai tried to explain. “Man. You act like I’m fucking Nikko. You out of all people should understand that I still have love for her. We used to be married. I spent eleven years of my life with her, married almost four.”
“Dai, miss me with the bullshit, okay? My ex-husband and I are not even remotely close and we have a fucking daughter together. . .joint custody,” Samara yelled. She always got loud when upset.
“You married a bum nigga. We are not the same,” Dai snapped back.
“Okay Dai,” Samara protested. “I’m not about to start arguing about irrelevant shit. You know what point I was trying to make. Y’all shouldn’t even be communicating. Period. It bothers me,” Samara’s voice was barely audible now.
Dai cracked a slight smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. “Aww, somebody is jealous,” he said playfully as he inched behind Samara, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Samara tried to snatch away from Dai. “Ain’t nobody checking for your tired ass ex-wife-except you apparently.” Samara hated it when Dai made her feel vulnerable. Over the years, she had learned to conceal her soft side and had built walls around her heart. It was just something about Dai though that made her feel safe-- she trusted him with her heart; and that shit scared the hell out of her. Over time, with his boyish charm, Dai had knocked down every wall she had tried to put up with him.
" You know I only want you and only you,let me show you,” Dai said into Samara’s ear, his warm breath causing Samara’s clit to jump. Dai slid his hands up Samara’s sundress, moving her thong to the side. “This pussy wet,” he said seductively as he started to circle her clit with his thumb and inserted three fingers inside her simultaneously. “You know you make my dick hard when you get mad right?” he whispered into Samara’s ear with a raspy tone.
Samara bit her bottom lip and used her right hand to balance herself on a living room cabinet. “Mmhmm” she moaned. “You’re so nasty.”
“And you love that shit about me, right?” Dai replied before picking Samara up and placing her on top of the cabinet, sending all the pictures and decor crashing to the floor. Dai proceeded to kiss Samara as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his growing dick. “Let me taste you. Can daddy taste his pussy?” Dai asked.
“Yes,” Samara whimpered as she felt her pussy contract around the three fingers Dai was sliding in and out her slit.
Dai used his tongue and traced it from the nape of her neck, planting kisses on her body in between until his tongue met her sweet center. Samara instantly moaned in ecstasy as she felt the wetness of his mouth enclose her clit. Dai licked, kissed and sucked on her clit until she squirted into his mouth. “Mm-hmm,” Dai groaned in a sexy baritone lifting his head up and rubbing Samara’s juices deeper into his full beard. “You taste so good love.”
No sooner afterwards, Dai slid his seven and a half inches of thick steel into Samara, causing her to squirm. He moved in and out of her slippery hole, grinding slowly.
“Oh my fucking God,” Samara yelled. “Dai, fuck me harder! This dick is too good baby.”
Dai chuckled to himself as he obliged and started pounding her insides, hard and fast. Samara was a mess. She always talked shit but never passed up an opportunity to get
dicked down. Sounds of love making filled the air as Dai demolished Samara’s pussy. Several more minutes passed before Samara was bucking and moaning.
“I’m about to come, oh shit, I’m about to fucking come.”
“Come on baby, come on this dick. Give me all that shit,” he encouraged her as he plunged deeper into her dripping wet pussy.
“Ah shit, shit, oh my fucking God!” she called out in pure pleasure, as she creamed on his dick. Seconds later, Dai climaxed as well, spilling his seeds into Samara’s womb.
“Are we good now?” he whispered into Samara’s ear and gave her a light slap on her ass.
Samara pushed Dai off of her and pulled her dress down over her hips. “Ugh, you irritate my soul. I’m going to go shower.”
Dai laughed. “I’m just playing ’Mara.”
“Whatever,” Samara stated. “Everything is not a joke all the time,” she added as she started towards their bedroom with Dai following behind her.
Once in their bedroom, Dai listened for the water from the shower and waited another minute before he pulled out his cellphone and pressed the contact call button.
“Hey you!” Nikko answered, unable to hide her excitement. “Finally got away?”
Dai sighed. “Look, I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you need to stop with the bullshit. I’m with Samara now,” he asserted.
Nikko took pause before responding to avoid seeming like a crazy person. “Then why are you calling me back Dai? Why do you answer my phone calls and reply to my text messages then?” She asked. “You know you’re still in love with me. People make mistakes -- we should have never divorced. Let me make this right babe.”
Dai sighed again and said nothing because he was about to call her all types of crazy bitches. She had asked for the divorce, the reason why was still not clear to him. There had never been any type of abuse or infidelity. Maybe they just grew apart.
Dai let out a little laugh. “Yo, get the fuck off my line. I’m blocking you Nikko ,” he stated coldly before ending the call.
“Hey babe,” Samara’s voice caused him to jump slightly. “You okay?
“Yeah, I’m all good. My homeboy just called me on some bullshit,” he lied, praying Samara believed him.
“Oh okay,” she responded as she crawled in the bed and snuggled under him. “You’re not gonna wash your ass though?” she laughed.
Dai playfully pushed her away. “Get your ass up off of me then,” he said, rising from the bed to go into the bathroom.
“Love you too,” she called out before turning over to her side of the bed to get comfortable.
