by Natavia
“This Beretta M9 is four hundred and the Pistol M9 is for three,” I tell him. He gives me seven-hundred and I handed him the guns with my gloves on. I never touch these weapons without gloves.
“Okay, I get up with you later!” he says putting them in the waist of his pants. This nigga is a straight bitch-made dude. I look around before pulling off, making sure nobody was around. I was smack dead in the hood and it wasn’t my hood. I don’t fuck with these niggas on this side of town. It was dangerous for me to come out this way by myself, but I wasn’t a bitch nigga. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting my grind on. My phone rings and its Fashion’s bug-a-boo ass.
“What’s up, Fashion?” I ask her.
“I miss you!” she says into the phone.
“Really?” I laughed.
“Can you come over here?” she begs me. Fashion’s pussy is grade-A but I’m not even trying to take it there. I haven’t stepped out on Raja since we made is official. Let her tell it though, I’m fucking everything that walks.
“Shorty, you already know I won’t be able to do that. I’m focusing on my girl right now,” I tell her.
“So, y’all must be on good terms now? When you and she start beefing and shit, I’m the first bitch you run to,” she snaps.
“Check this out. On some real, shit I never discussed my problems between me and her with you. You assumed that she and I were having problems. I’m really not trying to hear that shit, really!” I tell her.
“I’m fucking sick of you using me Rico! You told me that we would be together one day. I let you pop my fucking cherry and this is how you do me? You had a fucking baby on me! You over there playing house with that bitch! You did this shit to me! I’ve been dealing with you for a long ass time now; two fucking years! What’s the matter with me?” she cries into the phone. I regret being Fashion’s first. I know most niggas end up with the girl who gave them their virginity, but no matter what, I just can’t be with her like that. I do have feelings for her though.
I honestly know that it will be less stress if I do decide to be with Fashion, but she just doesn’t do it for me like Raja does. I rather take the arguing and attitude with a broad that I’m in love with instead of being with a broad that I’m not in love with.
“Rico, I know you love me,” she says.
“It’s not the same if I’m not in love with you,” I tell her.
“It’s because our baby died, isn’t it?” she asks me. I hate when she brings that bullshit up. Fashion and I had a son but he died from SIDS a few weeks later after he was born. I didn’t even tell anybody about that shit. It happened around the same time Zy was born. I could’ve had two sons. That shit still fucks with my head. Fashion blamed it on me; she said we didn’t have a healthy baby all because I left her to be with Raja and my other son.
“Stop fucking bringing that shit up,” I tell her slamming on breaks.
“No, I will not! I’m sick of you acting like we don’t have history. We’ve been through a lot together and this is the shit I get from you?” she screams.
“Well, you were being a sneaky bitch and kept the pregnancy from me. You didn’t even tell me you were until it was too late for you to get an abortion. Now, you yelling at me about some shit I couldn’t control,” I tell her.
“If you were here it wouldn’t have happened!” she yells at me.
“Yo, you one silly ass hoe!” I yell into the phone.
“Nigga, your baby mama is a fucking hoe! How about you get a blood test because that bitch done fucked almost everything in Annapolis! You keep bragging about having a fly bitch when she fuck and sucks anything that walks. You are the only nigga I’ve been with and you have the nerve to call me a fucking hoe? Get real nigga,” she cries into the phone.
She hit a sore spot with that one because I know all about Raja fucking a lot of niggas. I know about her past and all that, and I still fell for her.
“Yo, you don’t even fucking know her. Keep on listening to motherfuckers and watch how I hurt your damn feelings! You worried about her being a hoe, how about you worry about you willing to be a side-chick. You’re trying to fuck someone else’s nigga! Fuck is the difference? Bitch, your ugly ass doesn’t have no damn standards!” I tell her. She just made me hot with that bullshit she said about me needing a blood test.
“I love her so much that even if Zymond wasn’t mine I would still be in his life! Too bad I didn’t even want your ass when you gave birth to mine! Now, sleep on that shit!” I hang up on her and she starts blowing my phone up. Fashion must really be in her feelings because she never came at me like this before. I did tell her I would be with her. But when Raja finally gave me a chance a few months ago before we moved in together, I said fuck Fashion.
That shit she just said made me hot because I was just getting over the fact that Raja had been around the block. Not once did I question who Zymond’s father is because he looks just like me.
I walk into the house and Raja is cleaning up, singing. She has on some booty shorts with her ass hanging out, and a tank top with no bra on.
She turns down the stereo system. “What’s the matter with you?” she asks me.
“Nothing!” I spat going into the fridge. She closes it in my face.
“Nigga, I know we live together and you woke up next to me this morning, but when you walk in here you speak,” she says with her hands on her hips. Here she is about to start tripping on me.
“As long as I pay bills here I don’t need to do a damn thing! Now, get the fuck out of my face before I boot your lil ass across the room. You talk too fucking much and I’m tired of you popping slick! I fuck around and slap fire out your mouth and hurt your damn feelings! That way the next time you run your damn mouth about me you can have something to talk about. Stop telling those bitches down at the shop my fucking business! You keep telling motherfuckers I’m cheating on you when I’m not. You don’t see me questioning you about shit you did! I use to fuck anything that walks and so did you! But you don’t see me walking around here mad at the damn world! Now get the fuck out of my face, Raja!” I tell her pissed, because Fashion knows our business from Raja running her mouth around Lannie. Raja doesn’t know who Fashion is or who Lannie is to her, but that shit doesn’t matter. She shouldn’t be discussing shit period!
“Nigga, I will bust you in your shit if you disrespect me like that again,” she says. I pick her up, swiping everything off of the kitchen island. I snatch her shorts off. I held both of her legs up by her ankles with her ass raised up. It looked like I was ready to change a pamper. I pull my dick out shoving it into her and she screams out. She digs her nails into my forearms as I pull out slamming into her. I grab her legs tighter and she tries pushing me off.
“Damn it, nigga, I can’t take it!” she moans.
“Your little ass better! Keep talking to me like I’m a child. I’m grown man, shorty!” I pull out, putting my dick back in my pants. She just lay on the counter top breathing heavily trying to catch her breath.
“Call your mama and see what my son doing. I’m going down to the basement and chill, and don’t come down there fucking with me,” I tell her.
Fashion calls me again but this time I answered. “Yo, what the fuck you want? Why you keep fucking with me?” I ask her, rolling up my blunt.
“I’m sorry, Rico. I just miss our son and I feel like you just don’t care,” she cries into the phone making me feel bad.
“Can you just come over and talk to me? I just need someone to talk to right now,” she says.
“Yo, I’m in the crib with my girl,” I reply.
“That’s right bitch! So get your desperate ass off my nigga’s phone!” Raja yells standing in front of me. I didn’t even hear her come down the steps. I thought I told her ass to leave me alone.
“Ay yo, I’ll holla at you!” I tell Fashion.
“I love y…” she says and I hangs up on her.
“Who the fuck was that?” she asked.
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p; “Tarae! Damn yo, you be tripping!” I tell her.
“Let me see your phone,” she says holding her hand out. I smack her hand away.
“Yo, get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit. Now, what you want?” I ask, leaning back on the couch with my arms spread out. I lick my lips as her nipples presses against the fabric of her tank top.
“What you want me to fix you for dinner?” she asks me.
I stand up with my back against the couch. “I want to eat you! Take those shorts off and come over here real quick,” I tell her. She slides her shorts down and walks over to me. I grab her by the waist lifting her up. She is now bent over on the couch with her knees sitting on my shoulders. She sits her pussy right on my mouth then I kiss it.
“Yesssss, baby,” she pants. I stiffen my tongue, jabbing it into her hole then I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking on it. She drips on my nose. I spread her pussy open wider so I can be greeted with nothing but her juices. I stick my finger in her. She grabs my hair digging her nails in my scalp as she rode my face. I grab a handful of her ass. She moans my name loudly. I suck her pussy harder. I insert another finger, kissing her clit. She is now going buck wild on my face.
“Hold, still; you taking the pussy away from me,” I say bringing her back onto my mouth, covering her whole pussy. My head moves round and round licking and sucking everything.
“I’m cummmminnngggggggggg!” she moans then screams as her legs shake. I dig my hands into her ass cheeks, sucking the life out of her. When I fucked her a few moments ago in the kitchen, it took a lot for me to pull out. A nigga’s dick is hard as cement. I let her go and she falls face forward into the couch. “You motherfucker!” she says muffling with her face buried into the cushion.
I take my clothes off. “Nigga, we ain’t fucking!” Raja says reaching for her shorts. I smacked her hands away picking her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I lower her down on my shaft. She throws her head back closing her eyes. Raja is short and thick but she isn’t heavy. I hold her up, while sliding her up and down on my dick.
“Yesssssss! Daricoooooo! Fuck! This all yours baby!” she says kissing me. I will never tell none of my niggas but Raja taught me all I know about fucking. When I first smashed her it was just the basic. I didn’t put my game down like I was supposed to. I’m a young nigga so I was fucking young broads that just laid there. Raja started showing me all these positions and now her ass be running.
“Flip me upside down,” she says. I did what I was told. She was now upside down; nails digging in my waist as she hungrily takes my dick into her mouth reaching her tonsils.
“Suck that shit, fuck!” I bit my lip. Raja and I both are ready to fall if she goes any deeper.
“Don’t drop me, Rico,” she says feeling my body tensing up. She opened her legs wider and I bend my neck down attacking her pussy. The harder she sucked the faster I flicked my tongue around her swollen, pink bud. Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice; Tupac wasn’t lying about that shit.
“Ricoooooo!” she screams cumming again.
I put her down then sit down on the couch. “You already know,” I tell her. She positions herself on my dick backwards, with her feet planted onto the couch spread eagle like. This is the shit that be having my face all twisted up. She places her hands on her knees bouncing on my dick. I move her long weave to the side, licking the back of her neck. Her thick nectar drizzles down my dick. She bounces then grinds onto me, slightly squeezing my nuts.
“Play with my pussy, Darico!” she pants on the verge of cumming again. I reach around her playing with her clit. She screams, piercing my ears and my dick throbs as her pussy grips my dick so hard, my stomach starts cramping and I was ready to scream like a little bitch. She hops off me getting on her knees taking me into her mouth, sucking and jerking me off. I grip a hand full of her hair as I fuck her mouth, and not once did she gag. My breathing got heavy. My chest tightens up as I grip her hair harder shooting a load down her throat. She looks at me with glossy eyes swallowing everything I just fed her.
“You just messed up my weave,” she says and I laughed.
“Good, it looks good on you but I’m tired of all that long ass hair,” I tell her.
“I know, I am sick of it too! Let’s take a shower then get dressed. You can take me to the salon then we can go to get dinner, my treat,” she says.
“Oh, shit! Lil bit about to change her hair then treat her nigga to dinner? Damn, I must got that magic stick!” I say laughing.
“You was about to have an asthma attack. You need to keep your pump with you. You scared the hell out of me last time we had wild sex. You just fell on the floor and stopped breathing. Don’t do that shit no more Rico! I keep telling you use that damn pump,” she says fussing like my mama.
“I’m a G shorty!” I tell her standing up.
“You saying that now until you be on the floor flopping around like a fish. I’m serious Rico. You be scaring me when you can’t breathe.” I pinched her cheek.
“Shorty, I’m good! Now let’s go before I change my mind. I hate going to that shop with them nosey ass broads. What time we picking up Zy? He’s been gone too long,” I tell Raja.
“It’s only been a day. We’ll pick him up tomorrow. Why you tripping? He with his grand mommy,” she says walking up the steps and I follow behind.
Raja
I walk into the shop with Rico following behind me. I know I need to be quick because Rico doesn’t have patience. I’m still a little sore from earlier and I’m not trying to sit forever neither.
“Hey girl,” I say to Kenyatta as she wrap sets someone hair.
“What’s up? I know you enjoying the weekend off,” she says.
“Indeed! Where is Tataliscious? I need him to style me,” I say looking around.
“He in the back; he should be coming back out. He got a phone call and you know it wasn’t a nice one,” she whispered and I laughed. Someone’s wife or girlfriend is always calling Tataliscious with his messy ass.
Lannie walks out and she eyes Rico, but he turns his head acting like he doesn’t see her. They are iffy to me and I don’t give a damn what no one says.
“Why is that bitch eyeing your nigga like that?” Kenyatta asks me.
“I don’t know but she about to get fucking cut!” I say loudly.
Tataliscious comes from the back switching in his stretch jeans and tight button-up pink blouse with the shop logo on it. As always his shoe game is on point, as he struts like he is on the runway. His long, blonde weave flowed nicely down his back and his makeup is flawless. You would have never thought that was a man. Tataliscious is a mixed with Asian and Black. He and Kimora Lee Simons look like twins. He is gorgeous and he knows it. Although he paid for his shape, it’s still bad. He has hips, ass, a tight stomach, small waist-line and perfect breast that sit up right.
He air kisses my cheeks. “Hunnttyyyyyyyyy, these low-grade bitches is coming for me today chile! I’m about to sniper me a bitch!” he fusses doing a spin and modeling. Rico looks at him with disgust.
“Excuse me sir, you don’t come up in here and don’t speak!” Tataliscious says to him. I smacked his arm because I did not want him to get Rico started.
“How about something else starts speaking,” Rico says patting his waist where he keeps his gun at.
“On that note you have a nice day, sir! I’m not fucking with your crazy ass,” Tata says swinging his hair.
“Leave him alone bitch, before he goes off,” I say to Tataliscious.
He runs his finger through my scalp, “Ewww, bitch! What you been doing?” he asks me.
“Something that you can’t do! Anyways, can you take this out and give me a short cut with some highlights? I want my hair in Dorothy Dandridge soft finger-waves,” I tell him sitting in his chair.
“My appointment will be here shortly,” he says.
“Do I tell you that when I be doing your nails?” I asked him and he rolls his eyes. He starts taking my weave ou
t then started prepping to give me a perm. The bell chimes and a girl walks in with a bad ass shape. I have to stare because the bitch’s shape is just that bad. She has long, wavy like hair that fell on the top of her ass. Her waist line is small and her breasts sit up perfectly. She is light as hell. She almost looks white with a few freckles on her face. She switches hard as hell then the bitch has the nerve to be bow-legged with a bad shape. Her Chanel shades covers her eyes as she walks over to Lannie doing a spin then posing.
“Um excuse me orphan Annie! Nobody walks in here strutting but me! Now, who the hell do you have an appointment with?” Tataliscious asked her.
“Well, excuse you if you feel threatened, but I’m here to see my cousin! I don’t have an appointment with nobody,” she snaps in her soft voice. The bitch sounds too proper and she is prissy as hell. She takes off her shades and she has pretty gray eyes.
