by Tina J
When I originally started cheating on Kruz, it was supposed to be a one-time thing. It escalated and the two of us met frequently when I went to work. My sister only found out because she was using my phone one day and he sent an explicit text message. Her nosy ass opened it and read it.
Long story short, she told me to stop cheating or leave Kruz alone. My greedy ass continued doing both and now look. I’m standing out here in just a shirt and bra, with no panties, jeans or even shoes on.
“Kruz broke up with me.” I wiped the tears and snot falling down my face.
“Ok, so drive your ass home.”
“He took the truck.” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you Zahra.”
“HE TOOK THE TRUCK DAMMIT. HE FOUND OUT I CHEATED AND SHOT THE WINDOWS OUT.” She busted out laughing.
“I told your stupid ass to stop cheating on him.” She hung up. I dialed her back.
“WHAT?” She snapped.
“Are you coming?” She blew her breath in the phone.
“Yea. Let me drop Rhythm off and I’ll be right there.” I rolled my eyes. I hated her best friend. They’ve been friends since elementary school and secretly I despised their relationship. You would swear they were sisters more than the two of us were.
“Hurry up please.”
“Bitch, don’t rush me because yo ho ass got caught.” She hung up laughing. I had no one to blame but myself for the situation I’m in. It’s not like I planned on cheating. It just happened a year ago.
“Damn, you sexy.” He said and instead of ignoring him like I should’ve, I entertained it.
Kruz and I had an argument over me moving in with him. We had been together for three years at this time and I felt we should live together. He has always said; a woman won’t reside with him permanently unless she’s his wife. I could respect that but he’s spoken about me being his wife and even asked what type of ring I wanted. So what’s the problem with us living together? I stormed out the house and ended up at the local bar.
“What you want?”
“You.” He said it with ease. I stared at him and smiled. I don’t know why he came at me but this man is forbidden fruit and I knew it. Instead of telling him to beat it, we stayed at the bar drinking and laughing until closing.
“Let’s take this over to my place.”
“Yea right.” I laughed it off. He lifted me over his shoulder, walked me out the bar and straight to his car. Being intoxicated, I let my body betray me and went with the flow.
The minute we got to his house, he wasted no time taking my clothes off. Thank goodness it was late and he stayed in a different area because he damn sure had my ass moaning in the driveway. Yup, we fucked outside with no care in the world. It was reckless as fuck and so was allowing him to cum in me all night.
“I knew your pussy would be good.” He whispered in my ear. I realized it was the next day and jumped up.
“Don’t worry. Your car is out front and my lips are sealed if you have a man.” He licked is lips and for some reason my pussy began throbbing. Needless to say, we fucked again and been together ever since.
I don’t know why I cheated when nothing was lacking at home with Kruz. The sex was out of this world, he gave me whatever I wanted and the amount of street power he had, had me feeling like a queen. People I didn’t even know gave me respect.
If a bitch tried popping shit, someone would shut it down fast, or one of the hood rats Kruz knew, would beat their ass for me. He never wanted me acting ratchet or ghetto. He said, his queen had to remain perfect and never lower her standards to peasants. His famous line was always, “Those bitches don’t got shit to lose so they don’t mind being ignorant.” I should’ve listened. I blame my pussy though. No one told her to be attracted to another man and give herself to him.
BEEEEEEEEEP! I heard and looked up to see my sister and her dirty ass friend in the front seat.
“I thought you were dropping her off. Now she gonna be all in my business.”
“Girl, don’t nobody care what you going through.” Rhythm waved me off and stayed in the front seat.
“Damn, this is nice.” My sister said looking at the house.
In the four years Kruz and I were together, I never brought her here. He’s only met her and my mom a few times and that’s because he picked me up from there. Say what you want, but I was selfish when it came to Kruz. If I could keep him away from the world, I would.
“Move.” I still had the front door opened, staring at Rhythm.
“Ugh, get your ass in the back.” She smirked when my sister said it.
“I am not riding in the back so this bitch could ride in the front.”
“Bitch?” She questioned and stepped out.
“Either get yo ass in the back or stay the fuck out here. I don’t really give a fuck.” If you’re wondering, me and my sister don’t see eye to eye either. I blame this Rhythm bitch. Had she let me and my sister bond growing up this wouldn’t be going on. I slammed the door and pouted moving in the back seat.
“Cover your pussy. My son don’t need to see that.” Her son was in the back asleep. She threw her jacket in the back and if he wasn’t here, I’d smack the fuck outta her from the back. It wouldn’t be the first fight we had.
A few years ago, her baby daddy tried to talk to me. This was before I met Kruz and still in college. She had just birthed their son and he wasn’t tryna wait for sex. His words, not mine. I wasn’t trying to give him the time of day but she assumed otherwise. I guess when she caught him grabbing my ass, it was game on. She swung and we fought. I can admit she gave me a run for my money until he separated us.
Come to find out, he had already been stepping out and she thought I was the chick. Little did she know, I fucked him way before she did. I never mentioned it because he was strictly for money purposes only. His dick game is good but he had too much going on.
I wanted a man who only had eyes for me. A man to give me whatever I asked for and didn’t care how much something costs. A man who appreciated a woman going to school to better herself and one who didn’t have a bunch of bitches on the side. That’s when Kruz came along and showed me what it’s like to be loved. I mean, really loved. You know that fairytale love that makes you wanna sit up under him all day and night.
Kruz was the perfect gentleman when we met and his looks were exotic. He was Dominican with beautiful hair that he eventually cut off. His body was built like a professional boxer and tattoos lined his body.
One in particular stood out and it was a heart on his chest with an empty box in the middle. I asked why was it empty and he told me, the woman’s name he married will go in there. I wanted that name to be mine so every bitch would know he belonged to me. Unfortunately, I doubt it will be me but at least we’ll still be together because of our child. Yes, the child is his. The other guy and I only slipped up once and I took a plan b. We were extra careful up until last night.
See, he’s been meeting me when I go out of town. This morning we had sex before separating and he mentioned the condom breaking. However, I had no idea remnants of it were still in my pussy. The look on Kruz face will haunt me forever. I knew he loved me and even though I allowed him to let women suck his dick, I knew he never slept with them. I shouldn’t have let him but I didn’t wanna do it. No specific reason on why and he told me plenty of times he refused to let a woman do what I should but I pushed him to it. Actually, I watched it go down the first time in the strip club.
Kruz was fucked up and I excused myself to use the bathroom. I found one of the strippers coming out the room and asked if she wanted to make extra money. She told me yes and asked what she had to do. When I mentioned Kruz’s name, she hopped on it. Low and behold, she went in VIP, danced for him and sucked him off.
The next day I told him what happened and he apologized over and over for slipping. I told him it was ok and he stopped speaking to me for days. He claims, I shouldn’t be ok with it but after telling him I’ll never be comf
ortable doing it, he said fuck it. He really is a good man and I’m gonna do everything in my power to win him back. When I do, I promise to never, ever cheat on him again.
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“What happened?” Mrs. Garcia asked the second the screen door unlocked. I guess my hair being all over the place and bags under my eyes were a dead giveaway. It also meant Kruz hadn’t mentioned anything to her. It’s good for me because I can spin this the way I want.
“He left me.”
“Left you? I don’t understand. Come in.” She widened the screen and stepped aside for me to enter. Mr. Garcia sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee. I spoke and he gave me the deadliest stare ever. It only meant he spoke to his son. They were very tight.
“Honey she said hello.” Mrs. Garcia kissed his cheek and offered me a seat. As soon as I sat, he stood, grabbed his coffee and walked out.
“He’s in one of his moods today. Tell me why my son left you.” She sat there listening as I relayed my story and the what her son did a week ago.
“Why did you cheat on him if he gave you everything?”
“He cheated on me plenty of times.”
“WHAT? My son isn’t a cheater.”
“I don’t like going down on him so he goes out and get it from other women.” Of course, I’m not gonna mention I allowed it.
“Oh hell no. My husband and I taught him better than that.”
“I won’t say it’s revenge but it happened one time. I tried to apologize and say we can work it out but he’s not listening. Then, I’m pregnant and...”
“Pregnant?”
“Yes and I didn’t know until the morning he broke up with me. It’s the reason I couldn’t wait to get home and tell him.”
“Does he know?”
“Yes.”
“And he still doesn’t want to be with you?” I let tears fall and that’s all it took. She started cussing him out to me and couldn’t wait to see her son. Kruz loves his mother and will do anything for her. I know once she gets in his ear, he’ll be right back home.
“Go on home honey and get some rest.” She stood and hugged me.
“Make sure you take care of my grand baby and I’ll be speaking with my son soon.”
“Ok and can you let him know how sorry I am. Maybe we can do counseling or something.” She nodded with a smile on her face.
I got in my car and waved goodbye. Yea, my man is coming home and I’ll be waiting with open arms.
Kenron (Jamaica)
“Ma, you just gonna take her side before hearing mine?” I listened to my boy speak to his mother on the phone about the shit with Zahra.
We were leaving a meeting that just put us on top of the food chain. We weren’t the connect but if you needed to be supplied with anything you had no choice but to go through us. It didn’t matter if it were weed, dope, crack, OxyContin, methadone, heroine or any other drug out there. In order to sell it, you had to clear it with us and we got a percentage.
It wasn’t an easy job getting this top spot but me and him put in a lotta work to get here. That and another factor played in on us being here but no need to discuss it right now. We still had to be on top of shit to make sure no one fucked up.
Oh, my name is Kenron but the streets call me Jamaica because its where my parents are from. I’m the youngest of eight and probably the craziest. My pops always said he’d knew one of his kids would be like him and it was me. See, he’s the reason Kruz and I are in the position we’re in.
His best friend had a small empire, that over the years escalated. My dad had nothing to do with the drug part of it but helped keeps the books in order. Both of them tried to hand it over to me at the tender age of sixteen and I refused, unless Kruz did it with me. Some people claim brotherhood because they’ve hung with someone since diapers, and its exactly how he and I were. The only difference is, I trusted that nigga with my life and vice versa.
Over the years, we’ve been in fights, shootouts, robberies, and a bunch of other shit. We both did two years in juvie and during that time, I think we became closer. If you don’t know, jails have gangs, and clicks.
The two of us stayed to ourselves until the white supremist group tried us. They thought since we were loners it was ok to try us. Let’s just say, they tried it once and never did again. We gained even more respect behind those walls and niggas were feenin to be down with us. To this day, we still had about ten of those dudes on our team. They may not be as tight as Kruz and I, but they loyal as fuck.
Anyway, I’m 26, with money to last a lifetime, endless bitches and no crazy ass exes. I’ve had girlfriends growing up, however; I’ve never been in that deep kinda love like Kruz was. I felt bad for my nigga because he really did love Zahra. He told me how he wanted to marry her and have kids.
Now she’s claiming to be pregnant and he’s taking it hard for two reasons. One… he’s not sure if it’s his. And two…he never wanted to raise his kids in separate households.
He was a savage in these streets but a hopeless romantic behind closed doors with her. I always clowned him over it and he told me one day, I’ll be the same. Not gonna happen.
“You good?” I parked at the diner. We had the team meet us here to celebrate making more money.
“Yea. Zahra told her she only cheated once. She mentioned the pregnancy and you know how my mom feels about that.”
“What you gonna do?” He placed his phone in the clip.
“Nothing right now. I’m not taking her back and if that’s my kid, we can co-parent.”
“Damn, you really done with her?” I was shocked because they were my Beyoncé and Jay-Z couple.
“Yea. Who’s to say it won’t happen again? Not only that, I don’t wanna get my dick sucked from anyone but my girl. I get she didn’t wanna do it, but who offers their nigga to go outside their relationship?” My mind was blown when he told me she said that.
“I may not have been in love like you but any chick I fucked with ain’t about to let another bitch suck me off.”
“EXACTLY! It makes me think she’s been dipping out longer than she says.” I nodded and stepped in the diner behind him. It was after nine and not too many people were here. The waitress led us to the section I called for on the way.
“Hey y’all.” One of the waitresses spoke, even though she was at a different table. Thirsty as hell for no reason. Two chicks walked in and I noticed the way Kruz stared at one of them. She was very pretty and I’ve seen her before because she’s best friends with this chick I messed with.
“Who is she?” He asked and pointed to her.
“Go ask.” I didn’t know her name but I’d ask later if he really wanted me to.
“Nah. I’m only tryna fuck and she don’t look like the type. Her face is turned up and I really don’t feel like blacking out right now.” I laughed because he will definitely curse a bitch out and dare her to battle him.
“A’ight y’all. After we order, we’ll get to business.” He said and everyone shook their heads. The waitress took all of our orders and Kruz discussed all the new details.
He was smart as hell in the business aspect of our job, where I did better handling the supplying, making sure the shit was delivered on time and all that. However; when it came to killing motherfuckers; we both got that shit on lock
We were now going to use a trucking company and airline to transport drugs. The head of the FAA had a serious drug problem and made a deal with the devil. We added him to the CIA, DEA, FBI and other law enforcements we employed. We were about to live the life and so was our team. Our motto is, never leave anyone behind because they’ll be the ones who’ll turn on you and try to destroy everything.
After the meeting, we all dispersed and drove to the strip club. My nigga needed to release some stress and there’s nothing but pussy in a place like that. Plus, the bitches have been stalking him since hearing about the break-up. No idea who let it be known, but Zahra messed up big time because Kruz has always bee
n in high demand. You know women fight hard for a taken man. And even harder when he’s not; in hopes to get that wifey spot.
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“Shit ma. You working the hell outta them jaws.” I stared down at this shorty I’ve been fucking lately. Her pussy is A1 and so are her head skills. Yea, good pussy comes a dime a dozen but her shit is addictive. It’s so good, I locked it down a while ago. We may not be a couple but she knows what the fuck it is.
“Jam, I wanna taste you.” She gave me some stupid nickname but my ass loved hearing her say it.
“Take it.” I blew the weed smoke in the air and watched her bring me to endless gratification. I swear she’s the only woman who can make me cum a lot and hard.
“Shit woman.” She kissed the top of my thighs, my stomach and chest. She knew I loved her doing it. She placed herself in front of me, removed the belt from her robe and revealed her exposed body. Shorty’s body was bad as hell and if I didn’t know her, I’d think she had work done.
I put my hands on her legs and slid them up and down her body. I licked two of my fingers, slid them in her folds and then inside. Her pussy clung to them as she pretended fucking them like they were my dick. She bit down on her lip and lifted her leg on the side of me. I placed my head in between her thighs, moved my tongue in further and lapped up all her juices.
She is the only woman I ever put my mouth on and its only because I knew she wasn’t fucking no one else. Plus, I was her first sexual experience and dared her to fuck another nigga.
“Just like that K.” I tasted more juices in my mouth.
“Oh shit Kenron. Yes baby.” She threaded both hands in my hair and arched her back. When she did this, I knew a big one was coming and had to hold her tight to keep from falling over.
“Yesssssssss.” I grabbed her waist and watched her experience another gut-wrenching orgasm.
“We’re not done.” I scooted back on the bed, mounted her on top and closed my eyes. She by far could take me out in the bedroom in no time. That’s how good her pussy was.
