Because I Love You 2

by A'zayler

  “I came to holla at you about my money. I’m just about sick of your ass.” I pointed at that nigga while I spoke, so he’d know his days were numbered.

  “Come on, man, I was just about to call you. You ain’t have to come all the way out here.”

  “Nigga, I’ll walk a country mile about my money. Don’t fuck with me.”

  Master stood from the bed and looked at Azayna before looking back at me. “Let me put on some clothes, and I’ll meet you in my office.”

  I shook my head because his ass wasn’t calling no shots today. “Nah, right here is fine. You ain’t have on no clothes before, so don’t try to worry about none now.”

  Again, his gaze went to Azayna, who was still standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights. He nodded toward the door as if telling her to leave.

  “Wait for Dream to excuse herself. I don’t talk street business in front of my ladies.”

  I followed his lead and looked at her. “She ain’t got to go nowhere.”

  “Yes, she does, and she knows that. Don’t you, baby?” He spoke softly to her.

  I stood there watching her like a hawk because if she moved, I was busting her ass, and that was on me. I wished she would listen to that nigga before listening to me. Uncertainty was all over her face, I could see it, and I was sure that nigga could too because he called her name again in an attempt to get her going.

  “Dream?”

  Her eyes went to him.

  “Go on downstairs, baby. I’ll be down in a few.”

  I wanted so badly to tell her she’d better not move, but I wanted to see who she would listen to without me having to say anything.

  When she finally broke her stance, she looked at him then back at me before walking into the closet. I smirked and waited to see what that nigga Master was going to do to her.

  “Dream, I’m going to assume you didn’t hear what I said because that’s the only logical reason why you would disobey me.”

  “Nigga, stop worrying about that damn woman and talk to me about this paper.”

  Master gave me a weak ass smile. “Give me a minute and let me handle this.”

  He walked away before I could say anything. I exhaled roughly as I watched him go into the closet. I could hear him whispering, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. When I heard him slap her, my head shot through the roof. I was in the closet with my hand around that nigga’s neck before I knew it. I was so mad that I even pulled my gun out and held it in his face.

  “You done lost your mind, blood,” I gritted. “Smacking on that girl like that.”

  “Egypt, don’t. It’s okay.” Azayna pulled at my arm a few times before I finally let him go.

  Since I didn’t really want to kill him anyway, I didn’t put up much resistance. He took a few deep breaths after I’d let him go. Master rubbed his neck while looking at Azayna. He wanted revenge, I could smell it, but he’d be a dead muthafucka before I let that happen. He could try me if he wanted to.

  “Take your ass downstairs,” he said to her.

  That nigga was pussy. I’d just choked him and put my gun in his face. His attention should have been on me not her. His weak ass.

  “Egypt?”

  I looked back at her. “What’s good, boo?”

  “Will y’all be fine if I leave?”

  When she mentioned leaving, I turned all the way around to face her. “You want to leave?”

  She nodded.

  “Aight. Yeah, we’ll be straight.”

  As long as she was leaving because she wanted to and not because this punk gave her orders to, then she was good to go.

  “Don’t go nowhere, I need to holla at you,” I told her before she could ease past me.

  When she was gone, and we were alone, I stood back and gave that fool some space. He looked crazy as hell, but I didn’t give a fuck. Azayna didn’t belong to him anymore. She was mine now, and he was going to check it or respect it. I was positive it would be the latter.

  “Since when have you liked any of my girls?”

  “I don’t.”

  “Dream looks to be under your spell.” He chuckled like something was funny. “She’s one of my good ones, never fighting back, so it’s something.”

  “It’s my business, is what it is. Worry about your business, the one that concerns the shortage of dope I got again this month.”

  Master scratched his head. “I already told you and BB it would be handled. It’s just taking some time.”

  “Time, my ass. You don’t have no more time. I want all of my shit by the end of the week, or else.” I looked him up and down before walking back out of the room.

  I hit the stairs fast as hell trying to catch Azayna before she could dip. I saw her as soon as I was on the last step. She was in the doorway of the living room looking scared as hell. My eyebrows scrunched up because I knew like hell she wasn’t worried about that fool upstairs who was just as soft as her.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” I stepped in front of her and stopped.

  “Nothing, I was just waiting on you.”

  “Lie again.” I was looking at her, but I could see the other girls looking in our direction.

  The once rowdy living room was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Nosey ass bitches. They were all so thirsty that they didn’t even know how to hide it. Azayna caught on to it quickly and grabbed my hand. I didn’t fight her either. I actually held hers tighter as she pulled us from Master’s house. She pulled me toward a big red truck before stopping. I admired the vehicle because it was tough as shit, and it was red.

  “You must ain’t want to talk in front of all your li’l friends?”

  “No, they talk too much, and they were all in my mouth.”

  “That’s good for you. They should have been in your mouth. You ain’t have no business with your ass over here anyway. What I tell you?”

  She sighed and pushed some hair out of her face. “I was coming to get my stuff.”

  I could see through her bullshit. I was far from a fool. She ain’t have shit over there that needed to be got. She was coming to explain herself to that nigga, and that pissed me off like no other.

  “I don’t fuck with liars.”

  “Egypt,” she whined my name. “You’re not being fair. You want me to just cut Master off when he’s been all I’ve had all these years. I at least owed him an explanation.”

  “No, the fuck you didn’t. You don’t owe no other nigga nothing. I’m the only person you need to be making sure ain’t mad at your ass.” I frowned and pulled at the ugly wig she was wearing. “Look at this stupid, raggedy shit you got on.”

  “Stop. You know how I am when I’m in the streets.”

  “That’s the thing, though, Azayna, you ain’t in the streets no more. You with me, ain’t you?”

  She nodded slowly like she was unsure.

  “Is you?”

  “Yeah.”

  She said that so quietly that I almost got mad. “You know what, fuck it. If you want to keep doing this shit, then do it. Fuck you.” I sneered and walked off.

  I didn’t do bitches, especially the ghetto ones like Azayna, yet here I was giving her stupid ass a chance, and she wanted to treat me like I’m some regular ass nigga off the block. She had me fucked up. I snatched the door to my car open and hopped in roughly. I was about to close the door, but she slid her tiny ass inside before I could.

  Seated on my lap sideways, she moved around so that she was straddling me instead then leaned over and closed the door. I laid back on my seat some, still mad about her choosing that nigga over me. My eyes went everywhere but on her. Her being in my lap was making me think about sex, so I damn sure couldn’t look at her. I’d surely be gone then. But, then again, no I wouldn’t. She looked like a fucking prostitute. Nothing about her made me see my boo.

  “Egypt.” She rubbed her hand through my locs and grabbed a handful of them before pulling my head to hers and pressing our foreheads together. “Y
ou have to understand that this isn’t easy for me. This is my life, it’s all I know. I don’t really know about you.”

  I pulled away from her and pulled her hand out of my hair. “What you mean you don’t know about me? What the fuck kind of shit is that?”

  “I don’t know if you’re temporary or not.” She looked off and sighed. “What if what we’re doing doesn’t last? Then what?”

  “Then you get your ass a respectable job. The fuck?” She was really bugging.

  “It’s not that easy.”

  “It ain’t that hard either. I’m starting to think you want to do this shit. If you do, let me know now because I’m not about to be out here loving the girl who all the niggas in the hood is fucking. You already know that shit too.”

  “So, you’re going to love me?”

  I frowned again. She was really about to piss me off. “Didn’t I just tell you that last night?”

  She nodded before leaning forward for a kiss. I used my open palm to mush her ass right back out of my face. I was shaking my head when she looked at me.

  “Hell nah, I ain’t fucking with you right now. You look like a cheap ass hoe.”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off my lap and into the passenger seat of my car. “You make me so sick. You don’t have to be so rude to me like that.”

  “I wasn’t trying to be rude. I really was just telling you.”

  “Well, it sounded rude.”

  I watched her sit in the seat with her arms folded, pouting like a little ass kid. I ended up laughing at her crybaby ass.

  “I swear it’s really hard to believe you can actually be sweet.” Her hand went to the door handle. “I’ll see you later.”

  I stopped her before she could get out. “Get back in. I’m sorry.”

  She looked at me, clearly surprised by my actions, but to be blatantly honest, so was I. I waited for her to sit back down and close the door before I pulled her back onto my lap. We both moved some so that she was comfortable.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “I just don’t like seeing you like this. I like you the other way.”

  “Me too, but I don’t let them see me like that. I’ve told you that a million times.”

  “I would probably be okay with that had I not told your ass not to come over here in the first place. If I’m your nigga, you gon’ have to start listening to me.”

  She nodded before poking her lip back out. “You wouldn’t kiss me.”

  “I know, but it ain’t because I don’t want to. Shid, for real, if you really knew just how bad I wanted to kiss you right now, you’d stop all that pouting.”

  Azayna blushed so hard that I felt my own cheeks getting hot.

  “Fuck it. Take this shit off.” I snatched the raggedy wig off and tossed it next to us in the seat. Her locs fell out of the half-kept bun she had it in. I ruffled it around a little so that it was out the way I liked it. “There,” I said while looking at her.

  Instead of saying something like I’d thought she would, she reached between us and pulled at the cotton strings of my shorts. I watched her with my arms stretched out along the back of the seat, just letting her do her thing.

  She was moving slowly, but she was getting shit done. She had my dick out, and her skirt around her waist before I could even object to what she was doing. Man, who was I kidding? I wanted her to fuck me; I’d been missing her all day. I was so ready for her to slide on my dick that I damn near told her to hurry her ass up. Moving all slow wasn’t cutting it. She’d taken my joint out, so she needed to move with a purpose.

  “I’m about to get on, okay, bae?” she told me with one hand on my dick and the other one wrapped around my neck.

  “Cool, get up there.”

  She licked her lips while looking into my eyes and sliding down on me. I exhaled, trying to catch my breath. For it to have been ran through, that pussy hit every time I was up in it.

  “If you fuck another nigga, I’ma kill both of y’all.” I grabbed onto her waist and pushed upward.

  “Same goes for you.” She leaned down and held her head near my neck and ear.

  “Yeah, aight. I’m for real, though. Don’t lose your life fucking off on me.”

  She kissed the side of my face. “I won’t.” Her eyelids fluttered once we were fully connected.

  Her body was perfect for me. Just like that, every ounce of attitude I’d had went away. My thug remedy, I wasn’t lying about that shit. I’d been fuming about my money all day, and then got even madder when I got there and saw her in that nigga’s house, but the way she was snatching had my mind gone.

  Even though I hadn’t needed any more reassurance than what I’d gotten all day the day before while we chilled at her house, fucking li’l mama right then sealed the deal for me. I was gon’ love her so good that she wasn’t going to know if she was going or coming. I was gon’ keep her so filled up with dick that it would become all she talked about. She was coming for sure.

  “Moan, Egypt.” She slid the bottom half of her body up some before pushing back down more forcefully.

  “Gotdamn, you leaking.”

  “I wonder why.” Her mouth was on mine as she continued to ride me.

  Both of my arms were wrapped around her back, squeezing her for dear life. I was in such an indescribable amount of pleasure that I couldn’t moan if I wanted to. All I could do was hold my breath and try to keep my climax at bay. At least until she’d reached hers.

  “This is really us, bae,” she said.

  The water in her eyes made me want to love her. “Shhh, don’t talk, just enjoy.”

  We were in the middle of Master’s driveway, fucking like we were at home. Only stopping when we heard knocking on the window. I hurried to look, but she didn’t. Her eyes were still closed as she repeatedly slid up and down on me. It was the chick with the purple hair. I was so tired of that bitch.

  I went to roll the window down, but Azayna stopped me when she leaned her back against the steering wheel, giving me a view of her pussy as she drenched my dick in her juices.

  “Don’t worry about her. Let her see.” She turned my head so that I was looking at her. “I want her to see how we look together. Fuck me back,” she whimpered. “Fuck me back, bae.”

  I gave purple hair one last glance before doing what Azayna had asked and fucked her back. Purple hair knocked again before stomping off. She could leave; I didn’t give a damn. I had what I wanted right in front of me.

  “Tell me something, Egypt.”

  “What you want to know, boo?” I tightened my arms around her back, “That you got the best pussy a nigga ever had? Or that I can’t wait until we get back to your house so that I can eat on you a little bit? Which one is it? Tell me what you want. I’ll do whatever makes you happy, just tell me.”

  Her fountain turned into a waterfall as I whispered nasty shit to her. I smiled as soon as I saw her body shivering.

  “I’m yo man, aight?”

  “Ohhhhhh, fuuuuckkkkkk!” she whined heavily before slamming into my chest.

  I held her as I rode her wave with her. Mine came right after that. I splashed all in the pussy, and it felt good as hell. I didn’t give a fuck about nothing else at that moment. We were both shaking and quivering in each other’s arms, and it was the best feeling ever. I softly kissed her shoulder as she did the same to my neck.

  “Go home and get cleaned up. I’m coming to get you. I want us to spend some real time together, so get cute and shit.”

  When she sat up so that I could see her face, she was smiling. “I’m about to be so in love with you, I can already tell.”

  I smirked. “You don’t even know what love is, get your ass out of here and go home.”

  She giggled and ended up making me laugh along with her. Still connected, we sat in the same spot enjoying each other for a few post-sex minutes.

  “Go ahead for real. I’m about to slide off to see BB for a minute, and then I’ll be on my way.”

  S
he nodded and pulled off my lap. My eyes caught the sight between her legs, and I had to lick my lips.

  “That li’l joint right there got some serious power. I see why that nigga Master calls on you like you’re his girlfriend.”

  She turned her nose up and rolled her eyes. When she didn’t say anything, I got scared that I’d offended her. I hurried out of the car behind her, still fastening my pants in the process.

  “Azayna, you mad?”

  She looked over her shoulder and squinted. “Why would I be mad?”

  “I don’t know. You get mad quick. I’m starting to see that.”

  “Nope, not this time.”

  “Well, if you ain’t mad, give me a kiss.”

  She stopped midstride and tongued me down. I made sure to kiss her good just in case she was mad. When we parted ways, I watched her walk toward that big ass red truck.

  “Who truck you in?”

  She smiled big as hell. “Mine.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since today. See you later.” She waved at me and got in.

  I laughed a little because she was so short that she had to practically climb into the front seat. Azayna was too small to have even bought something that big. I was still happy for her, though. She’d been footing it or hopping from bus to bus for a while now. I’d even thought about letting her whip my Challenger just to keep her out of the streets, but I hadn’t been completely sold on that yet. From the looks of it, she’d beat me to it.

  After leaving Master’s house, the hours ticked by too slow for my liking. I was ready to get back to my girl. Two more stops were all I had to make before getting back to her, and I was speeding like hell to get through them. I’d been on the block so hard that I hadn’t really had time to actually have some fun, so today was the day. Azayna and I were about to get lit. I was going to make sure of it.

  Before going to her crib, I stopped at mine to shower and get dressed, which didn’t take long. I’d parked and was at her door with my phone to my ear, waiting for her to answer either her door or her phone. When she finally answered, she sounded breathless with a lot of noise in her background. I almost hung up because she was clearly out somewhere, not thinking twice about my ass when I’d specifically told her to be waiting for me.