He couldn’t stop grinning, because she told no lies. He was indeed a pussy monster and took extreme pleasure in devouring her. “Anyway, you look good tonight.”
She gradually smiled. “I know, huh?”
After committing to a little dieting and working out, she’d lost 15 pounds, which had given her a huge boost of confidence. No, she wasn’t down to her goal weight, but she was well on her way, and had already lost most of her gut. Therefore, she was actually feeling herself in her white and hot pink Versace tee, which was tied up in the front, along with her hot pink, white, and green Versace mini skirt and matching heels.
Pulling down the sun visor, Kim checked herself out in the mirror. Shaking her head left to right, her healthy hair bounced around, before falling back into place perfectly.
Rashad sat back enjoying watching her admire herself. He could tell her that she looked beautiful until he was blue in the face, but those words didn’t matter if she didn’t believe in them herself. A woman with confidence was the sexiest shit on earth to him, so she effortlessly had his dick rock hard, right then.
Nevertheless, after leaving the truck with the valet, the young couple made their way over to the VIP entrance, as Taz had instructed via texts. Clad in Versace like his girl, Rashad turned several bitches’ heads, as he held Kim’s hand. After giving their names to the bouncer at the door, they were able to enter the club, avoiding all the long lines.
Navigating through the club was a hassle as there was a packed house. After searching around, Rashad spotted the section that was roped off for Taz’s girl, Taraj. Bypassing the bouncer, Rashad guided Kim into the section where the patrons were partying hard as hell.
“Honestly, I'm tryna stay focused. You must think I've got to be joking when I say. I don't think I can wait. I just need it now. Better swing my way. I just need some dick. I just need some love. Tired of fucking with these lame niggas. Baby, I just need a thug—"
“Ayyyyeee!” the women in the section boasted, as they all sultrily grooved to the beat.
Always aware of his surroundings, it wasn’t long before Rashad had spotted Taz and Jarell, who were both clearly preoccupied with their women. Taz’s girl appeared to be intoxicated, as she backed it up on him. Possessively, he had an arm wrapped around her waist, while she rocked a belly shirt that displayed her feminine abs. Ole girl had a body out of this world and was drop dead gorgeous, coming fully equipped with creamy caramel skin and slanted tight eyes, so Rashad couldn’t blame him for holding onto that the way that he was.
Hell, although there seemed to be an even ratio of men and women, he felt the need to hold Kim’s hand a little tighter. He definitely hadn’t missed how the guys’ eyes had all shifted to Kim’s ass when they stepped on the scene. The section was overrun with bad bitches without a doubt, however, not too many had an ass that could rival Kim’s. Whether she knew it or not, she was arm candy, for sure.
“Kim!” someone blurted.
Rashad and Kim spun around to find Rye standing before them.
“What’s up?” Kim smiled. “What are you doing here?”
“Bitch, I should be asking you that,” Rye rebutted. “Taraj is my girl. I didn’t know you knew her.”
“I don’t,” Kim admitted. “Rashad dragged me here.”
Rye glanced at him. “Who you know here?”
“Taz,” he responded.
“Oh, okay.” Rye nodded. “Should’ve known. Well, come over here with us. Anya is over here by the couches. And let me introduce you to Taraj.” She pulled Kim away from Rashad.
Together they approached Taraj, which prompted Taz to glance up. Once he spotted Rashad, he eased off, since Taraj was distracted. “What’s up, my nigga?”
“Maintaining, main,” Rashad responded, as they clasped hands.
“That’s what’s up,” Taz commented absently, as he glanced around. “But yeah, follow me.”
Rashad nodded, before trailing behind Taz, as he traveled through the club. Eventually, they ended up in the back of the club, near the kitchen. The music was still pumping in the background, but it wasn’t nearly as loud.
Rashad glanced around. “Nigga, you wasn’t bullshitting about this being your people’s shit, I see. We back here in no man’s land.”
Taz nodded. “Yeah, me and my gal know the owners. Paris is like a big sis to my gal and she knows that we back here. So, we good.”
“That’s playa,” Rashad licked his lips. “But yeah, man, I’ma just get right down to it.”
Taz nodded, urging him to continue.
“I got this broad in Haverstock moving shit for me, huh.”
Taz smirked. “Alize, right?”
Rashad lightly chuckled. “I should’ve known that you know. You be on your shit, as you should be. But yeah, she moving shit. She thinks that it’s for my people and that’s how I prefer it.”
“As you should, my nigga.”
“Right. Anyway, she got a nigga—”
“Bugg’s bullshit ass.”
“Exactly. Well, I overheard him and his boys plotting on you, my nigga. They got the whole rundown on the spot you hit up every Wednesday and are planning to hit you this Wednesday coming up.”
Taz leaned his head back. “No shit?”
“No bullshit.”
Slowly, Taz nodded his head. “Damn, appreciate that information. They caught my ass slipping, for sure. That spot is clear across town and nobody from the hood even knows about it.”
Rashad bucked his eyes. “Well, you definitely gotta tighten up.”
“Oh, what’s understood aint gotta be explained. I got cha. For sho’.”
“Yeah, well, I feel like them niggas is a loose end for me, and I always clip them. So, let me know if you need any assistance with that problem.”
“Oh, you trying to get down?” Taz lifted his chin.
“Shit, I aint never been scared to get my hands dirty.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m cashing in on that offer. Pull up at the car wash tomorrow and we’ll discuss further details.”
Rashad nodded. “That’s a bet.”
“A’ight, cool.” Taz clasped hands with him again. “Now, let’s go rejoin this party, before this girl come looking for my ass.”
Rashad smiled, as they headed back towards the dancefloor. “She be clowning?”
“Nigga…you just don’t know. Fuck the streets. That muthafucka is the one keeping me on my toes. She never let me make it.”
“Aye, I feel your pain, main,” Rashad chuckled. “Trust me.”
“And she keeps talking about she’s on her bald-headed hoe shit tonight,” Taz added. “I told her to stop playing with me, before I have to air this bitch out. She been trying to get every girl in the section drunk.”
Rashad shook his head, as he tittered. “My gal is probably sitting around looking crazy. With her boring ass.”
“Oh, yeah?” Taz furrowed his brows, as they stepped back to the section, which was rocking harder than before. Absolutely no one was sitting around. Not even Kim.
“Baby when I smash you, put your back in it. Get that first nut, then I'm back in it. Can you go deep? You keep asking it. Don't take a whole Perc, she want half of it. Drug sex, drug sex, yeah yeah. Rich sex, rich sex, yeah yeah.
I know you nasty. She be touchin' on her own body—”
Although Taraj and Kim had just gotten acquainted, the liquor apparently had them comfortable, as Taraj poured Patron down Kim’s throat. In a very short amount of time, Kim had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, and had gotten quite loose. Rolling her hips, Kim rode the beat, while swallowing the tequila.
Once Taraj moved on to pouring liquor down Rye’s throat, Kim vibrated her thick thighs, while swinging her hair around. Soon, Anya was slapping Kim’s ass, while she bent it over, grabbing her ankles.
Taz smiled. “That’s your boring gal, huh?”
Shaking his head, Rashad made his way over to Kim. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he forced her to stand upright. “The fuck is you doi
ng?” he spoke into her ear.
She twirled her hips, as she seductively glanced over her shoulder. “Dancing.”
“Hell, nah. You doing too much,” he spoke aggressively. “You must want me to take you home and punish you.”
“Punish me for what?” she asked with a slur.
He snarled. “Man, how much did you fucking drink?”
“I don’t know. My friend told me to be a big girl and let her pour the drink into my mouth.”
“Your friend?” he grimaced. “Man, who are you talking about?”
“You know. Your homie’s girl. Baz? Aint that his name?”
Rashad attempted to hold back a chuckle. “It’s Taz, girl.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She waved him off. “Anyway, his gal, Saraj was getting everybody fucked up. She’s so cool. We going shopping next week. I love her.”
Rashad stood staring at Kim, shaking his head. “You fucking drunk, man. That damn girl’s name aint no damn Saraj or whatever the fuck you just said.”
Nixing him off, Kim bent over again, causing her skirt to rise up, revealing a healthy amount of her ass cheeks. Gritting his teeth, he yanked her back up. “Stop fucking playing with me.” he ran his fingers through her hair, before firmly gripping it.
Truly, she had him heated, but also turned on to the max. She was downright fucking sexy, however, that shit was supposed to be for his eyes only. The liquor had her impaired, as she allowed the sexual prowess out that was usually reserved for the bedroom.
Finding his aggression amusing, she smirked. Grabbing his hand, she wrapped it around her waist. Playing right cheek left cheek, she made her ass clap, effortlessly. Feeling that, his dick stiffened against his will.
“Rashad,” she called out to him, glancing over her shoulder. “You don’t like a outside bitch. You like a homebody. But you scared that I’m a hoe probably.”
His head fell back with laughter, as she caught him off guard with that one. Right then, all tension left his body, as he decided to let her have her fun. It had been him pushing her to get out more and here he was, trying to rain on her parade, now that she was. Hell, he really couldn’t help himself. Keeping what was his close, just came naturally, but he had to let her live. They both had to.
Together they took more shots than either could count. At some point, Bogus joined the party, and that just added to Rashad’s comfort. Admittedly, he had never been into clubbing much because of the things he’d done in the streets. He never wanted to be caught slipping. However, this night felt different. He always trusted his gut, and Taz and Jarell gave him a settling feeling that he hadn’t felt since Zoe’s passing. They were cut from the same cloth as him, and he didn’t detect any bullshit on their parts. That spoke volumes, as he contemplated on his next moves in his grind. Everything was looking rather promising.
“Rashad,” Kim sang his name, as she now faced him, and had a hand hooked around his neck. “I’m glad you brought me here.”
“Oh, yeah?” he drunkenly gazed down at her, as he palmed her ass.
“Umm hmm,” she nodded. “And that’s why I got my girl to get the deejay to play this song that’s coming up.”
“Your girl?” He furrowed his brows.
“Yeah, Sarah.”
Rashad chuckled so hard that his shoulders trembled. “Man, you tripping. Learn the damn girl’s name first, before you go claiming her as your friend. First she was Saraj and now she’s Sarah?”
Kim sucked her teeth. “You know what I’m trying to say.”
“Nah, I really don’t,” he denied with a chuckle.
“Aww, bae, there it is!” Kim gasped, as the beat dropped to the song she’d requested.
“If I had one wish boy. I'd wish you next to me. And it could be in summer, fall or spring, boy, cause you make my heart sing. I want to give my heart my soul my love to you oh baby. Yeah cause every day I'm not with you I'm missin' you like crazy—”
Helplessly, a gigantic smile spread across Rashad’s face. “Oh, yeah? That’s how you feel?”
Kim tucked her lips into her mouth, while swaying side to side. Before she knew it, she was singing off key to him. “If you must know the truth,
Boy. I'm nothing without you. It's funny how I know what people mean, boy, when it's too good to be true. Because you give me joy, good love, good times. Such happiness. Oh yeah. And every day I thank the Lord for you. I feel so blessed—"
“Man,” he stressed, as she made him feel like a sucker, because he was literally bubbling over with joy. At this point, he realized that he’d never been here with another woman. He was in love…and the shit felt good. Kim made him happy in ways that money could never buy.
Nothing in the world could touch this feeling, right here. So, he stood wishing that he could bottle this up for safe keeping. Because something this special…had to be closely guarded…and he intended to do just that.
“I need for you to love me. (Love me) hold me (hold me) Touch me (touch me) down deep in my soul. Never let you go. Of the love we share no one
compares to you (to you) I’ll never let you go (I’ll never let you go) ‘Cause I really love you so (I love you so) oh I-I’ll never let you go. Oh no (oh no no)”
***
“Rashad, pull over!” Kim drunkenly fussed. “I gotta pee!”
Rashad gripped the steering wheel of the Benz, as he cut his eyes at her. “Is you serious, man? We just left the club, but now you gotta piss.”
“Yeah, I’m serious,” she scoffed. “Now, pull into this gas station, and let me pee.”
Sighing heavily, he swooped into the crowded lot of the Shell’s gas station. Squinting his eyes, he noticed the line forming at the window outside of the store, indicating that they weren’t letting anyone inside. “Looks like the inside is closed, man. We’ll have to go somewhere else.”
“Shit,” Kim stressed, as she snapped the glove compartment open and grabbed a few napkins. “Aint nobody got time for all that.”
Rashad frowned. “What chu about to do?”
She briefly glanced his way. “Take a piss.”
“Man, hell nah—” he got out, but it fell on deaf ears, as she was already hopping out of the truck.
Quickly creating herself a fort, Kim opened the back door, left the passenger’s door open, stood in between the two, before squatting down, drunkenly taking her panties off, and then pissing on the ground. She then thoroughly wiped herself, before disposing of the paper towels. By the time she was standing upright, Rashad was hovering over her with a menacing glare.
“The fuck is up with you?” he growled. “You got ya pussy out for all these niggas to see.”
She rolled her eyes. “Boy, bye. If anything, these niggas are half drunk like you. They aint thinking about me.”
His scowl deepened when he realized that she hadn’t fully pulled her skirt back over her ass. “Look at you, man. You got all your shit out.” He clutched her skirt, attempting to pull it down.
Ignoring his attempt to adjust her clothing, Kim climbed into the backseat of the truck.
“Say, what the fuck, man?” he fussed, as he slammed the passenger’s door closed.
“Come here, right quick, Rashad. Help me with this,” Kim urged, as she scooted over in the backseat.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Help you with what?”
“Get in,” she insisted.
“Man,” he drawled, as he joined her. “The hell you need me to do?”
“Close the door.”
“For what?”
She sucked her teeth in frustration. “Just close it.”
Finally, he closed the door, and she immediately climbed into his lap.
“Man, say, Kim, chill out. We can do this shit when we get home,” Rashad rambled, as he examined the busy parking lot. People were everywhere, which meant that it was too much going on for them to be this relaxed.
Tuning him out, Kim eased her hand into his jeans. It wasn’t long before she’d wrestled his dick out of
his jeans.
“Kim,” he uttered.
Bobbing her head to the music pumping from the speakers, she didn’t hear a word he sputtered. “If I wrote a book about where we stand the title of my book would be "Life with Superman". That's how you make me feel. I count you as a privilege. This love is so ideal. I'm honored to be in it. I know you feel the same I see it every day. And all the things you do. And all the things you say. You are my rock, baby, you're the truth. You are my rock. I love to rock with you—"
Twirling her hips, she gazed into his eyes. “I’ma give you my whole heart. Not just a little piece.” Gripping his dick, she lifted her ass.
“Bae, chill out,” he pleaded, not offering much resistance.
“Just let me rock out,” she whispered, as she sat down on his hard-on.
“I wanna kiss ya, feel ya, please ya just right. I wanna touch ya, love ya, baby all night. Reward ya, for all the things you do. You are my rock. I love to rock with you—"
Kim squeezed her walls around him, as her need for him gushed onto his hardness. Seductively, she rolled her hips, while gripping his shoulders.
“Fuck, man,” Rashad licked his lips, as he recognized that she had him breaking the G-code. He was supposed to be on his P’s and Q’s while out in the streets, and she literally had him with his pants down.
That parking lot was literally a block down from the club and was swarming with predators. Therefore, Rashad had every reason to have his guard up, but the way Kim was riding his dick…had him blinded by pure lust.
“Oh, Rashad,” she panted, as she arched her back. “Fuck me,” she begged, while grabbing his hand, and forcing him to cuff her boob underneath her shirt.
With ease, he lifted her bra, and toyed with a taut nipple.
“Yeah, daddy,” she moaned. “Just like that.”
Using her free hand, Kim lifted her skirt higher, wanting Rashad to have a clear view of her bald kitty devouring his rock-hard dick. Soon after, he was completely entranced, studying her sharp hips and fat pussy move smoothly. His dick was saturated with her juices, and he squeezed his eyes tightly, while letting loose within her.
Kim calmly stared him down, while riding down her own orgasm. Leaning in, Rashad took a swaying nipple into his mouth. Still wanting to go at it, she clutched his head, while riding his now semi-erect rod.
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