by Tee Jae
“I told you not to wear anything provocative,” he scolded.
“Well, no one is grabbing on Khali,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to call Khali out like that, but her dress was definitely shorter than mines and she looked like if she sneezed wrong, her breasts would pop right out and land straight on the table.
“Khali’s off limits to any and every one. There isn’t a nigga alive who would want to go against me when it comes to Khali.” He smoothly replied. The authority in his tone making me wish he felt that way about me. Khali stuck her tongue out at me causing me to laugh.
Like clockwork, two waitresses walked in ready to take our orders. “I’ll have the Ultimate Steakhouse ribeye, medium rare, please with a Cosmo,” Khali said closing her menu.
“Get her everything she requested, minus the Cosmo,” Khadi said never looking up from his menu.
“Khadiiiiiiiiii,” Khali squealed in embarrassment.
“I don’t want to hear it, Khali you have midterms coming up.” He said in a finality tone.
“I’ll take a double shot of Patron, please.” I told the hostess before rattling off my food order and standing up from the table, excusing myself, heading to the Ladies room.
“We will come with you.” Thing 1 and Thing 2 that were with Khaza stood up from the table following me outside of the private dining area.
Soon as the door closed to the bathroom they were all over me.
“Girl, you are so pretty. So, who are you? Let me guess, a model?” Thing 1 spoke up first, as she touched up her lipstick in the mirror. “Lord knows Khadi only fuck with model type chicks. So, what you did? Give him some bomb ass head?”
“Sucked his toes?” Thing 2 asked, leaning back against the counter top eyeing me up and down.
I looked back and forth between these two dingbats. Before I could go off on them, Camille walked into the bathroom and gave them one look and they scurried out the bathroom like two rats.
“Girl, please excuse the help,” she chuckled “I hope they weren’t grilling you?” she asked, digging in her clutch before checking herself out in the mirror.
“Thanks so much, and yes they were. Did you know those bitches suck toes?” I asked cracking up laughing.
“Girl, those hoes will lick Khaza’s ass if he tells them to.” She rolled her eyes disgustingly. “Don’t even trip, them skeezers won’t be around long, Khaza has his bitches on rotation. They just never seen Khadi bring a woman around before.”
I laughed, “Well, I won’t be here long either.”
She smirked. “Not if Khadi Santana has anything to do with it,” she walked out the swinging door leaving me to ponder on what exactly she meant.
Chapter 10
Khali
I sat quietly for the rest of the dinner because I was so over the protective shit with my brothers. I am almost twenty-two now, it’s time for them to cut the umbilical cord. I’ve never met our father; my mom was four months pregnant with me when he died from cancer. Khadi basically raised me and while I respect the fact that he stepped in and took on that role, I just wish he would understand that I’m his sister and not his daughter. In a few weeks, I would be graduating in Business Management from the University of Miami, majoring in finance and real estate and I couldn’t wait to walk across that stage and work side by side with Khaddo on the business side of the Santana Empire.
I looked across the table at Zilla, Khaddo’s best friend, one of Khadi’s top lieutenants, but most importantly, my man. He licked his lips lustfully while eyeing me, ignoring the fact that my brothers were in the same room. I bit down on my bottom lip as thoughts of the last time he tongue fucked my pussy invaded my mind and I felt myself juicing up. Zilla was the perfect mixture between a hood nigga and a gentleman, the low-cut Caesar fade he sported was always fresh and the nappy wild beard he wore gave him a rugged look. His muscular physique was perfect for me; not too big but not too skinny either, he reminded me of the rapper The Game. Tonight, he had his top and bottom diamond grill in that I got him for his birthday knowing that shit turned me on. I couldn’t wait for this dinner to be over, so he could fuck my brains out. Keeping Zilla a secret from my brothers was getting harder by the day, he wanted to be with me publicly and I knew Khadi wasn’t having it. When we first started flirting with each other, all I had on my mind was sampling his dick but after our first fuck I was dickmatized, a bitch was feigning for it like a dope fiend needed a hit.
I dropped my fork down, covering my plate with the cloth napkin indicating that I was done eating.
“I’m ready to go, can someone bring me home?” I stood up from the table adjusting my ‘come fuck me’ dress over my brown thick thighs.
“We will be headed home shortly.” Khadi said taking a sip of his D’usse. I know I promised him I would stay at the house with Brooklyn but once I laid eyes on Zilla all those promises went out the window, I needed my fix tonight.
“No, I want to go to my condo, I still have a few study guides that I need to look over.” I lied straight through my teeth looking over at Khaza. Growing up, Khaza and I were the closest being the last of the bunch. He wasn’t as bad with the overly protective shit he understood me more than anyone.
“Don’t look at me.” Khaza said “Both my hands full,” he laughed as he draped his arms around each woman on side of him. I quickly glanced in Zilla’s direction and he shook his head no.
“Can’t do it, Khali my baby moms blowing me up now. I promised I would spend some time with her and my son tonight.” He stood up from the table, dropping a few bills on the table to cover his tab.
“Oh, the ratchet one with the colorful weave? Y’all a family now?” I joked but, on the inside, I was burning up. Zilla can’t even stand that bitch, so I don’t know what kind of stunt he was trying to pull tonight.
“Watch your mouth, Khali. Respect that man’s baby mother,” Khaddo said while pulling Camille’s chair out from the table. “We will drop you to your condo that’s not a problem.” I rolled my eyes grabbing my clutch. “Brooklyn, I’ll be by first thing tomorrow morning to take you shopping.” I told her before leaving the restaurant.
The entire ride to my condo, I had to listen to Camille and Khaddo fuss back and forth about how she saw him eyeing one of the bitches Khaza had with him and how he just wanted to drop her off at home, so he could go fuck the bitch. I rolled my eyes out of frustration, listening to her insecure ass but mostly because Zilla wasn’t answering none of my text messages. I know this nigga had to be stunting; we been fucking around for about two years now and never has he ever said no shit like that, maybe he really was tired of my shit.
“Thanks bro,” I leaned from the back seat and placed a kiss on Khaddo’s cheek before hopping out of the car.
I spoke to my personal, night security guard, Joe as I passed through the lobby of the high-rise condominiums that I lived in. The elevator dinged letting me know I’d made it to the 36th floor. The doors opened, and I walked inside kicking off my black and clear Jonatina Louboutins and let me feet sink into the plush carpet. Grabbing my cell phone and seeing no missed calls from Zilla was about to send me over the edge. This nigga had me fucked up if he thought he was going to be spending time with his baby mama while I’m at home waiting on his return. I mean, technically, we didn’t live together but he had access to my place and I have a key to his.
This shit was getting more stressful than I could have ever imagined. I grabbed the bottle of 1942 off my liquor bar and poured me a shot. I love Zilla and wanted to be with him just as much, but I just knew my brothers wouldn’t approve, especially Khadi. They wanted me to be with some square dude that went to college and worked a nine to five on a daily with benefits and great insurance with the white picket fence shit. Yeah right, like I’m supposed to bring some square home to my family and explain to him that my brother is the biggest kingpin that the south has seen in the last twenty-two years. I was on my third shot when I heard the elevator doors ding.
“What the
fuck I told you about wearing those short ass clothes?” Zilla barked as he walked across the floor headed in my direction. I placed the bottle down just in time.
He grabbed my little ass up off the couch. “Nigga fuck you!” I bucked back against his body. “What’s up with this baby mama shit you was talking about toooooonighhhhhht?” I moaned as he slid his hand up my dress smearing his thumb against my clit.
“Where ya panties at Khali?” he nudged me away from him and I grabbed the couch almost tripping over and busting my ass.
“I didn’t wear any, I thought we could’ve fucked in the bathroom at the restaurant. But you were too busy thinking about little miss ratchet.” I smirked walking away from him.
“That’s your problem…you think too much.” He grabbed me and hemmed me against the wall, ripping my dress right off my body. “This what you want huh?” he squished my titties together, running his tongue back and forth against my already erect nipples. My head fell back in ecstasy while my mouth formed an ‘O’. I don’t know what it is about Zilla but if he even sneezed in my direction my pussy juices were soaking through my panties. I dropped down to my knees taking my oh so familiar friend inside my warm mouth.
Chapter 11
Zilla
“Shit, yeah ma… suck on that dick… ssssss,” I don’t know where the fuck Khali got her skills from, but I was holding on the wall like a little bitch. She literally had the best dome I’d received in my life and I ran through a stable of women. She was using so much spit that shit was turning me on. I was trying my best not to look down at her or else I was shooting my seeds straight down her throat. I swiftly took my dick out her mouth and pulled her up, carrying her to the bed, laying her dead in the middle of the California king and watched as she parted her legs. Giving me a close-up view of her tight, wet pussy, it was glistening and waxed just how I like it. I pulled her to me by her legs; I was so close to her pussy I could feel the heat radiating off her hot hole.
She whined, “Zilla come on…stop teasing me,” I smirked and blew softly on her clitoris making her body jump. Placing both her legs on my shoulders, staring down at what I thought was my own personal tunnel of love. I parted her glistening lips with one hand and slid my tongue up and down her slit before tongue fucking her. She arched her back damn near sitting up on the bed, “Babe, ohhhhh myyyy godddd, babe stoppppp, please I can’t take it…I’m about to cum.” Shit, I wasn’t hearing a word she said, that’s exactly what I wanted her to do. Speeding up the rhythm of my tongue, I stuck my finger in her pussy lubricating it with her juices before sticking it in her ass, driving her crazy.
“I’m cummingggggggg,” she damn near cut off a nigga’s circulation, squeezing her legs tight around my head as I licked her pussy clean.
“Mmmmmm, you taste good baby,” I lifted her legs off my shoulders and she flipped over trying to make it to the other side of the bed. That shit was funny as hell; she was ready to go to sleep after catching hers, not tonight. I slapped her ass and made her get on her knees doggy-style while I stroke my dick before I entered her. “Open up baby,” I slid all ten inches inside, “sssssssss” I hissed. “Shit, that pussy tight baby…. you been keeping it tight for Godzilla?” I asked while ramming my dick inside her tight warm walls. Godzilla was a name Khali gave my dick when she first saw it, claiming it was too big now her ass couldn’t get enough of it. When she didn’t answer me, I slapped her ass hard. “I asked if you been keeping that shit tight for Godzilla?”
“Yessssssss,” she moaned.
“Yes what?” I slapped her ass harder.
Yesssssssss Daddy,” she moaned, damn near screaming.
She held her ass cheeks apart, so I can watch her wetness as she slid back and forth on my dick. Damn, I was loving this shit.
“Damn, this pussy feels good Khali,” I could tell she was trying her hardest not to cum again so soon, but I was giving her the business. I reached over and grabbed that long ass weave she had sewn in her head and started pounding her hard from behind.
“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, that’s my spot!” She hollered before her screams turned into whimpering.
“Yeah? That’s your spot?” I sped up “Well gon’ head and bless that dick then,” she let her ass cheeks go and started bucking back. I looked down and paused, placing my hands behind my back while I watched her ass bounce, putting in work. I had to look up to the ceiling, so I wouldn’t nut so fast.
“I’m cumming again!” she hollered.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh cum on that shit…cum on that dick,” about five seconds later she was coating my dick with that sweet, sticky shit. I pulled out while she turned around and licked her juices off my dick. Grabbing her, I pulled her on top of me, a nigga didn’t want to bust off no head session I wanted that pussy. She slid down on my dick and I swear I was about to explode.
Khali was rocking back forth on my dick, making fuck faces as I sucked on her titties softly, holding onto her waist, finding her rhythm and rocking back with her. Once she started doing that Kegels shit on my dick, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her from under while still holding her titties in my mouth.
“Damnnnnnnn, I’m about to cum again!” she hollered. I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I grunted as I let loose inside of her and we came together. She was about to roll off of me, but I held her down on my chest for about five minutes before laying her down next to me. I got up out of the bed and started putting my clothes back on.
“Where are you going? Come back to bed.” She pulled the silk sheets back in the spot I usually slept in. I sat on the edge of her bed putting my shoes back on.
“I meant what I said Khali, I want you! I’m a grown ass man I don’t have time to be creeping around with my so say woman. Now it’s either we tell your brothers what’s up or imma move around. A nigga ready to settle down and I’m not about to hide my shit. Ya heard?”
She jumped up from the bed, “where is all this coming from, Zee? What happened to the plan?”
I shook my head standing up, “Plans change all the time, Khali!” A nigga was getting a little louder than I intended but this whole situation was starting to get under my skin. She grabbed my shirt trying to stop me from putting it on and leaving, jerking away from her she fell back onto the bed. Usually her tears would work but they weren’t getting her anywhere tonight. I shoved her off of me, “I’m done sneaking around like a little ass bitch. You do you Khali and I’m gone do me.” I called over my shoulder before stepping inside the elevator doors.
Liberty Square
“What the fuck you punk ass niggas doing?” I mugged a little, young nigga, named Tiger that was in charge of one my trap houses over in Liberty Square. The music was blasting so loud I could barely hear myself talk. He immediately jumped up and cut the stereo off. The coffee table that sat in between the raggedy green sofa and the flat screen was full of blunt roaches; they had been smoking throughout the day. Another lil nigga, name Dee came out the kitchen eating on a slice of pizza. I slapped that shit out his hand. “The fuck wrong with y’all? Where the fuck is Peanut because he damn sure not on his post outside. Anybody could’ve just run up in this bitch and take my fucking product.”
I walked back and forth across the tattered floor clenching my fists. Liberty Square was my number one trap house and raked in the most profit out of them all but popping up and seeing this shit had a nigga hot. Khali calling my phone back to back wasn’t helping either.
“Clean this shit up and get to fucking work! And tell Peanut he outta work for a week.” I told them as I walked around the house making sure nothing else funny was going on. I called my lil brother Zoe to come get shit in order while I run across town and check on my baby boy. Khali thought a nigga was playing with her ass. I was gone do me in her face whether she liked it or not.
Chapter 12
Brooklyn
I made my way downstairs to the personal gym that was set up in the beautiful estate and found Kha
di running and watching the news on the flat screen that hung up on the wall in front of the two treadmills. I stretched and got on the one right beside his and pushed the start button. I waved at him once he looked my way and he turned his head. I picked up the speed on my machine, bringing it to a higher speed than his and begin running for a couple of minutes before he cut his off and pulled the wireless buds out of his ears. When I wouldn’t look at him, he reached over and cut mine off.
“What's up with you? Trying to outdo me?” he smirked
I hopped off the treadmill to walk away and grabbed a towel off the rack nearby. I looked up in the mirror that covered one side of the gym and smirked at him watching my ass. I turned around with the most innocent voice I could muster, “I don’t know what you mean?” I walked over to the weights picking up a fifteen-pound kettle ball and started my squats.
He stood back and admired my body for a second before pulling the towel from around his neck and popping my ass with it. “Meet Biggs upstairs in about an hour, so he can go over your route with you and stop playing with me, Brooklyn. I'm a grown man I know what you doing.” He laughed and walked up the stairs leaving me smiling with myself in the mirror.
“Ohhhhh, my god I heard you Khadi. I know exactly what to do, you don’t have to keep repeating it. I walk in the trap, it’ll be the third door on the left. I have the key to unlock the door,” I dangled the key he’d given me in the air. “The code is 6651. I unlock the safe, get the money and get out; no room for errors. What time are we leaving?”
“I won’t be going with you, Ms. Lady,” I snapped my neck back.
“Why the hell not?” I asked him, standing up from the kitchen table. I know I shouldn’t trust his ass after he knocked me out, but I felt a sense of security whenever he was around the house. For the past two weeks that I’ve been held up at the Santana Estate, I started making friends with his ass. Don’t get me wrong, this place was like a damn resort from the Olympic size swimming pool, tennis & basketball court, sauna, theater room and the list goes on. But after about my fifth day, I grew bored of all that shit, and I missed my freedom. I immediately walked out of the kitchen on a hunt for Khadi.
