Dope Boyz Who Love Hood Gurlz 2

by Lady Lissa

  “I think I want to stay though, ma.”

  “Well that’s up to you. Don’t nobody have to deal with that baby and its mama but you.”

  I get out of the chair and lie across her bed with my head resting on her lap. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

  She rubs her hand through my hair and releases a sigh. “No Cruz. You love him. He’s yours. If you want to keep him then keep him. Like I said, that’s your business to tend to. If you think you can handle it, then stay. And don’t let nobody, not me, not Vanity, not Ronnie make you feel bad about it. You hear me?”

  I nod my head but, don’t say anything. I haven’t been this close to my mother in years. I can’t remember the last time I had a decent conversation with her, let alone laid on her lap. I was a little iffy about lying on these sheets but, they look clean so I’ma just chill for now and enjoy the moment. When she hits play on her TV, I close my eyes and think about all the things she’s said.

  The next time I open my eyes, it’s dark outside and someone is tapping on her door. I look up and she’s asleep, so I get up and go downstairs. The screen door is still open, so I don’t even bother to walk any closer.

  “She’s sleep.”

  “Okay well, I’ll come back.” He nods and walks off the porch.

  I ain’t even about to wake my mama up for no dick. She probably needs to rest. I look around and take in the mess. Not ready to go home, and needing something to take my mind off of things, I decide to clean my mama’s house. I start with the living room and didn’t stop until I’d cleaned the entire apartment. I washed, scrubbed walls, cleaned tables, washed dishes, I even cleaned out her refrigerator. By the time I was done, it was almost one in the morning. I went back upstairs to check on her and she’d gotten under her covers. I kiss her face and was about to exit when she calls my name. I turn around and she’s looking at me.

  “I knew you was going to clean up.”

  I smile and reply, “I clean when I’m stressed.”

  “What you stressing for? You either keeping him or you’re not. It’s that simple. I’m already beating his good hair having ass when I see him, so you don’t even have to waste energy doing that. Bring the hoe and the baby and I’ll beat they ass too.”

  I laugh at this crazy ass woman. “Mama, you ain’t got no sense.”

  “I don’t play about my babies. Call me when you get home. I love you.”

  I pause for a minute, because she is just showing out today. “Love you too.”

  “Lock the door on your way out.”

  I say I will, before grabbing my things and exiting her home. It’s crazy where heartbreak will land you. I never knew coming to my mama’s house of all places would have made me feel better. Either way it goes, I’m happy about it. I hop in my truck and head home. I have some decisions to make.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rico

  Man, ever since I saw my baby Vanity tackle Tasha’s trifling ass, I can’t get enough of her. That girl showed me that night that she is all the woman I need. That night we got home from the club, I cleaned up her hand because her knuckles were bruised, probably from smashing on Tasha’s teeth. I hadn’t seen my girl kick ass like that since before I got locked up and to see her do it the way she did, no questions asked or nothing. She just came from nowhere and just started smashing a bitch’s face in.

  When we got to the apartment she was still fired up.

  “What did that bitch think I was gonna do? Just stand to the side and watch her put the moves on my man after you already told her to move around? Nah, fuck that!”

  “Babe, calm down. Let that shit go a'ight. Ain’t nobody fixin’ to take me from you, just like no nigga is fixin’ to take you from me. We belong together and nothing can tear us apart.” I said pulling her in so I can hold her. My baby was riled up and I know the only thing that was gonna put that fire out is for us to do what we do best.

  I scoop her up and she lets out a shriek. I carry her to the bedroom and gently put her down on the floor. She looks at me and starts unbuttoning my shirt. Once it falls to the floor, she lifts up my arms to remove my wife beater. I grab her close and plant my lips on hers. She wraps her arms around my neck and the kiss gets heated pretty quick, but I need to stop because I just wanna know something.

  “Babe,” I begin.

  “What baby?”

  “How long did you work at the strip club?”

  “Huh? Why you asking that? I ain’t working there now,” she said.

  “I know but, I’m just curious. Didn’t Vega offer to help you? I told my lil cuz to take care of you while I was locked up. So if he ain’t do his job, I’ma have to talk to him about that shit yo. We family, so he should have taken care of you,” I said. When I got locked up that was one of the first things I asked Vega to do for me.

  “No baby, don’t get mad at him. He offered to help me but I felt funny taking money from my sister’s man,” she said.

  “So if he offered you money baby, you should have let him give it to you. I asked him to look out for you. Why wouldn’t you let him?” I ask and I’m a little upset because I don’t understand why she didn’t let Vega help her, instead of dropping it like it was hot in the strip club.

  “I don’t know babe. I just felt some type of way about taking money from Cruz’s man. If the money had come from you, I would have accepted it. But from my sister’s man, it felt dirty. I wanted to get my own money, ya know?”

  “Vega is my family and he is with your sister, so that makes him your family too. I just don’t get how you would have preferred to take your clothes off instead of letting my family, our family, help you,” I said. I just am a little upset with her because, I’ve heard about the strippers that work at that club. I heard that some of them will do whatever it takes to get the bread, even giving personal and private lap and table dances. I know Van ain’t been cheating on me, but why would she take her clothes off like that?

  She always wrote me while I was locked up and she didn’t mention stripping in not one those letters. Why would she keep that from me?

  “Where is this coming from? You have been home for almost two weeks now, so why bring this up now?”

  “It was something Tasha said earlier that I just can’t get outta my head,” I said.

  “Tasha? Who the fuck is Tasha?”

  “The chick you were fighting,” I answer.

  “Okay, so you are questioning me because of something some ole bitch said? Baby, I know you don’t like that I stripped. I get it, but I wanted to make my own money. I thought I explained that to you already. Why are we still talking about this?” She asks and she looks a bit hurt that I would still be questioning her. She’s right, I shouldn’t be listening to Tasha’s bitch ass. This is my boo right her and she loves me. I know she would never do anything to hurt me or our relationship so I don’t know why I’m letting that bitch Tasha in my head like that.

  “I’m sorry baby. You are absolutely right. I shouldn’t listen to shit Tasha has to say. She probably just wants to break us up, but I ain’t going nowhere,” I say as I pull her close and wrap my arms around her, grabbing a handful of her plump booty.

  “You know how much I love you, baby. You are the only one I want to be with and I love you,” she said.

  “I know and I love you more,” I say as I take her to the bed. I need to make my baby feel good and let her know how much I love her. She sits on the bed and I take off her shoes. I am rubbing her legs in a soft and sensual manner.

  “You wanna take a shower baby?” I ask her.

  “Oh yes, baby,” she says and pulls her dress over her head. She doesn’t have anything on, no panties, no bra, nothing at all. It takes everything I have not to just throw her back on the bed and make love to her. Instead of doing that, I took my pants, boxers and socks off, grabbed her off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and we stepped in, feeling the rush of warm water against our skin.

  I pull her close to me and kiss
her, long and hard. She lets out a moan as I wrap my hand around her throat and apply a little pressure. I know she’s not afraid when I do this because I’ve done it to her before. Choking her during sex heightens our pleasure and she grabs my dick and begins to stroke it. I can feel it growing in her hand as we continue to kiss passionately. I remove my hand from her neck and rub it against her clitoris. She lifts he leg so I can get my finger in and of course I welcome the chance to make my baby feel good. I insert two fingers inside her while still rubbing her clit with my thumb. The look on her face lets me know that she loves what I am doing to her.

  I remove my fingers, lift her up and bring her pussy down on my shaft. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as I grip her ass cheeks and guide her wet pussy on my dick. I plunge over and over again into her soft well of love. I love this woman so much. I missed her so damn much while I was locked up, so much that I can’t get enough of her. We have been fucking like rabbits the past two weeks and I don’t see that ending any time soon. I have, we have been deprived of sex for way too long. I don’t know how she did it, but it was pure love that kept me from fucking those prison guards. If it wouldn’t have been for my love for Vanity, I would have broken at least two guards pussy in.

  Just knowing that she loves me as much as I love her, makes me want to pleasure her more. I pound in and out of her as she holds on tight.

  “I love you baby,” she whispers in my ear.

  “Girl, I wish you knew how much I love you. I love you so much,” I say to her.

  “I’m gonna cuuuummmm baby! Fuck me!” She screams and I am more than happy to give her everything she wants.

  “Cum on that dick mami. Cum for me baby,” I say as I continue to pound into her.

  “Yaaaasssssss!” She screamed as she digs her nails into my back. I feel her body quivering against mine but I continue my assault on her sweet pussy. I feel my cum rising to the surface and I just keep banging her out. When I finally do cum, I don’t bother pulling out. I love this woman so much that if she gets pregnant by me, I am ready for that. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman before. I don’t care if another woman offers me a pussy made of gold, I will never leave Van.

  “I love you ma,” I whisper in her ear.

  “I love you papi,” she says.

  I place her back on the floor, give her a kiss and begin to lather her up with soap. I know that she is the woman I want to marry, but I don’t know if she is ready yet. I know she learned how to be independent while I was away, so I don’t know if she will want to give that up. She keeps talking about getting another job but, I don’t want her to work. No woman of mine needs to work. All she needs to do is finish school so she can start popping out my seeds. I’m not saying that I want to keep her barefoot and pregnant. But I was always taught that it is a man’s place to take care of his woman, and a woman’s place to take care of the kids and the house.

  I know that times have changed and that women are more independent and versatile now, but Vanity is too beautiful to be working. Those eyes, so sparkling and blue as the ocean can make any man fall in love. I don’t know how she didn’t have those niggas at that club falling all over her. She must have had to use some super powers to keep those niggas out her panties and after that pretty pussy. This girl here, she got the best pussy in the whole state of Georgia. Well maybe I’m just in love with her and ain’t had none in years, so I’m a may be a little bias.

  Once we’re out of the shower, we dry ourselves off and continue our lovemaking in bed. This woman is insatiable and I love it. I let her ride this dick until she can’t go anymore and then I flip her ass over, put that right leg on my shoulder, and hit the bottom of that pussy. I love watching her squirm and scream when I do that. The face she makes when she bites down on her bottom lip is beautiful. After we are done, I wrap her in my arms and we fall into a deep sleep, well she does. I can’t sleep just yet because I got some things on my mind.

  I am still wondering about what Tasha said and, if she was really only just saying it to cause conflict. I am also wondering why that bitch Gabriella is lying on my lil’ cousin Vega. If she knows that ain’t his kid, why say that it is. Vega doesn’t want her ass no more. My nigga is happy with his girl Cruz, so Gabby better watch her step before these girls get in that ass. Another thing on my mind, Vega told me the shipment got hit. That sounds like some shady shit and an inside job. That shit was too easy for them niggas to get away with, so it had to be inside. I’ma have to check that shit out because if we do have a traitor in our camp, that nigga is as good as dead.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Vanity

  When Rico mentioned to me about what his ex bitch Tasha said, I am ready to kill that bitch. What business of hers is it if I was selling my pussy in the White House? Whatever I was doing with my time and my pussy while Rico was gone is my fuckin’ business and no one else’s. I’ma have to teach that bitch to mind her own fuckin’ business next time I see her ass. The beating she got earlier was mild compared to the way I will hit her with it next time. She gon learn to mind her own shit and stay in her fuckin’ lane.

  I know Rico thinks I remained faithful to him all this time and I also know y’all think I’m wrong for letting him think that. Well fuck y’all. Y’all don’t do shit for me or with me, so my personal life shouldn’t affect any of y’all because it’s my damn business. My mom is a fuckin’ whore and she has been all our lives. We watched men come and go through that raggedy ass apartment for half my fuckin’ life.

  My mom used to be so beautiful and she used to care about us and shit. I don’t know what happened to her or why she started behaving like a bitch. All I know is one day we came home from school and heard her screaming like someone was killing her. When I went to check and see what was wrong with her, I found her on her hands and knees with this big, country looking black man fucking her from behind. She didn’t see me because her face was buried in the pillow, but he saw me. And he looked at me and licked his lips like some pervert, so I slammed her door shut and ran back to the front where my sisters were. Not long after, she comes into the front room with her robe on smoking a cigarette.

  The man comes out the room buckling his pants and tells her, “The money is on the table.”

  “Yea, and it better all be there motherfucker.”

  “It’s all there. Same time tomorrow?”

  “Nah, let’s make it an hour earlier so you can leave before my kids get back from school,” my mom said.

  “Cool,” the big man said and walked out the apartment.

  “Mommy, who was that man?” Cruz asked.

  “Nobody you need to know baby. Y’all hungry? Y’all want something to eat?” She asked heading towards the kitchen.

  “Ewwww mama! Did you even wash your hands?” I asked her because if she was touching that big ass man with her hands, then think she was gonna fix something for us to eat, she had another think coming.

  “I did wash my damn hands but if you don’t believe me,” she said then turned on the water and put some soap on her hands, washing them in the kitchen sink, “I’ll wash them again. There, you happy now?”

  “Yes I’m happy,” I said as me and my sisters sat down to begin our homework and wait for our food.

  After that first day, my mom tried to be more discreet with her customers but once we reached our teenage years, she didn’t give a shit if we knew what she was doing or not. She said that someone had to take care of us and this is the best job she was good at. Wow! The best job she could get was to lie back and open her legs. She did it with no thoughts or regards to us and our feelings or how it made us look in the neighborhood. Because kids knew our mom was a whore, they tried to treat us like hoes too.

  It just made our teen years the worst years. When we graduated, one by one we fled the scene and never wanted to look back. I love my mom, but I hate the life she has and I hate going visit her in that filthy ass apartment. Now here I am, lying with the man I love
and thinking about how I am deceiving him. I don’t mean to lie to him, but I don’t want him to leave me. Rico is the only man in this world I have ever loved and I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him. Just listening to his heartbeat against my face is music to my ears. Y’all can’t even begin to know how much I love this man.

  Rico has been down for me since day one. When we first met, I thought he was the sexiest man alive and I still think that. But the attraction to him was instant and it has been ever since. It isn’t my fault that I was horny while he was gone. I tried my best to keep my pussy calm. I took cold showers and I even went so far as to get me a vibrator, but those toys didn’t work. If anything they only made me want the dick more, the real dick. I ain’t with these fake dicks, that don’t do shit for me.

  I am so in love with Rico and I hope and pray that things between us will work out. Once I hear him snoring, I slip out his arms and the bed and grab my phone. I need to talk to my sisters, one of them will know what I should do. The phone rings a couple of times before Cruz picks up.

  “Van? What you doing calling so late?” She asks and she sounds as if she was asleep.

  “I’m sorry to wake you, but I really need y’all advice. Hold on so I can call Ron,” I said.

  The phone rings four times before Ronnie picks up and as soon as she does, I hear her giggling with who I think is Turk. I click over so Cruz is on the phone. We can both hear her telling Turk to give her a minute.

  “Hello,” she giggles.

  “Look at you over there being as nasty as you wanna be,” I tell her.

  “Well damn Ron, you over there getting some. I thought you was mad at him,” Cruz says.