My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Be a hoe for me,” I whispered, staring down into her eyes as she slurped me up.

  She got more comfortable, and started allowing the head of my dick to tap her throat and sit there for a few seconds. Shit was off the fucking chain and was about to have a nigga climbing up these fucking walls.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned, voice higher than I’d intended. As soon as her soft hands reached up to play with my balls, I nutted all in her mouth.

  She took it back and nibbled on her lip as she looked up at me, waiting for my next demand. I loved that shit.

  Lying down on my bed, I waved her over and she climbed up and straddled me. I brushed my tip against her clit, and then pushed her down slowly until she hit the base. She whimpered softly, pressing her hand into my abs before starting to move up and down at the perfect pace. My hands caressed her thighs, squeezing them and moving up to grip and spank her smooth little fat ass.

  “Fuck, tell me you love this dick, Laine.”

  “I lo-love it,” she cried softly, speeding up a little, winding her hips while sliding up and down. I’d encountered too many bitches that didn’t know shit about riding dick, but Laine was a champion jockey fasho. “Ahh, ahhh, mmm,” she licked her lips, trying to muffle her moans.

  “I said to tell me you love this dick.” I grasped her ass roughly as hell, making her cum immediately, and then brought my hands up her sweaty back before going back down.

  “I lo-love this dick,” she called out, face twisted the fuck up.

  “Come here.” She leaned down closer to my face, and I kissed her lips slowly and gently. She was still breathing heavily from cumming, but I wasn’t done with her ass. “You better ride this dick like it’s yours.”

  She sat up giving me a lazy smile, and then threw her head back as she started to move her hips while bouncing. Every time I reached deeply inside of her, a moan burst through my lips uncontrollably. And the sight of my dick disappearing into that little pussy had me ready to bust already.

  “Oh, oh, fuck, Shai,” she cooed.

  I groped and spanked her ass again, watching her bounce on my dick. Her perky ass titties moved perfectly, as sweat cascaded down between them and across her flat stomach. I yanked her arm so that she could press her body against mine, and then I pounded upward feverishly, loving the sound and feeling of beating up her sopping wet pussy. She hollered against my lips as I pulverized her middle, and I just sucked on her lips as the sound of our wet bodies took over.

  “You love me?”

  “Ye-yes, I lo-love you, Shai.” Her face scrunched just before we both called out from exploding.

  I immediately flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands to the bed to attack her lips, her neck, and her nipples while still inside of her. She was drenched with sweat and breathing heavily as hell as she watched me.

  “That was our baby we just made,” I chuckled, pecking her lips.

  She just smiled and locked her arms around my neck.

  Chapter Eight: Erynne

  Laine, Cassie, Kady, and I were at the Cerritos mall because there were some shoes at the Champs store that were being held for Laine. She was gonna surprise Mischief with them later tonight she said. All I could think about was the fact that I’d slept with Chaz, and I hadn’t told her yet. I knew she’d be upset with me, but I hoped to get her to understand why I did it. And ultimately why I would continue to.

  As for Chaz, he called me, texted me, and visited me the whole time Laine and Mischief were away in Chicago. I enjoyed it, and didn’t care to ask what his wife thought about him being missing.

  I know, I hate women like me too and used to trash talk them every chance I got. However, it’s very true that you don’t know how you’ll react to a situation until you’re in it. I never thought in a million years that I’d be dating a married man, but here I was. And just like all the other mistresses, I felt deep down that Chaz wanted me and not his wife. Only thing was, I needed to hear him say it to me so I could confirm it. Maybe if he refused, that would give me some motive to stop what we were doing.

  “Girl, he terrorized our neighborhood,” Laine chuckled, referring to her trip with Mischief. She told us how he’d snatched up some hood rat at the clinic, punched Tarik, and then whooped her uncle’s ass. “But my grandma loved him. She didn’t even get mad when she saw he’d laid out my uncle.”

  “Where does your grandma live again?” Kady quizzed as we waited for the sales associate to bring out the shoes.

  “East Chatham, in Chicago.”

  “Girl, I am not surprised by Mischief’s behavior,” Cassie chuckled as she inspected a pair of Nikes.

  “I’m just happy he punched Tarik, and beat up your uncle. Tarik’s old wannabe thug ass didn’t do shit, huh?” I laughed.

  “Nope. His ass fell out the chair and onto the floor, holding his face and wailing like the bitch he is.” Laine laughed as she stared off, almost like she was reminiscing.

  “Alright, sorry about that, Ms. Loren,” a young girl walked out with the shoes in hand. She went behind the register and started to ring them up. Once Laine paid, she handed her a receipt, with a look on her face like she wanted to say something. “Oh, Ms. Loren, could I get a picture with you guys?” she called out.

  “With who?” Laine questioned.

  “You, Cassie, and Kady.”

  “Awww shit,” I chuckled. “I will take it.”

  “Great, thank you.” The girl handed me her iPhone 5.

  I took a couple pictures of the four of them, and then we left out to leave the mall. We were going to the studio to see Chaz and Kordell record. Cassie said it was gonna be awkward because Kordell and Mischief were no longer cool, and had busted one another’s noses. However, I guess neither one of them felt their beef was more important than making money.

  The four of us stepped outside the mall, and funny enough, the first person I spotted was Chaz’s wife Jade. I knew her look very well ever since she pounced on me and called me all kinds of names. She was very pretty, with her smooth light skin and long silky weave. Her body wasn’t too bad either, but I guess looks weren’t enough because her husband had strayed.

  I gasped lowly when I saw her lean into the driver’s side window of an all-black Lexus and kiss the driver. I couldn’t see who she was kissing, but it was obvious what she was doing. She pulled away and when she started to survey the parking lot to make sure no one was watching her, I pulled Laine, Cassie, and Kady behind a pillar.

  “What are you—”

  “Shhhh!” I hushed Laine. “Chaz’s wife is cheating.”

  “Oh shit, where—”

  “Cassie, be quiet.”

  I peeked from around the pillar and watched Jade get into her car, turn some Tamia song on, and then peel out of the parking lot.

  “Okay, you guys can come on now.”

  We walked through the parking lot and got inside the car, with Laine and I in the back seat. Kady cranked the vehicle, but then looked in the rearview mirror at me.

  “So can we get some more details please?” Cassie turned to look at me in the back seat.

  “I don’t have any details! I just saw her lean into a car and kiss someone. I wish I could have seen who it was, but I couldn’t.”

  “How do you know it was a kiss?” Kady pulled from her parking space and started off, typing the address of the studio into the GPS.

  “Because I could tell. The way her head was moving and stuff. And then she looked around when she pulled her head out. I know what I saw.”

  “So are you gonna tell?” Cassie asked.

  “No!” Laine replied for me. “That nigga talked to her like she was a dog, so that’s what his ass gets. Not to mention his wife jumped on her! She’s not fucking with him anymore.”

  “Oh yeah,” Cassie sighed.

  I decided to stay silent for now, because I would just talk to Laine once we got to the studio. About thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to Mischief’s studio in Redondo Beach. The four of us
got out of the car, and as Cassie and Kady hit the corner to go inside, I grabbed Laine’s hand to stop her from walking.

  “What? You okay?” she quizzed with a concerned look. “If you don’t wanna see him, we don’t have to go in—”

  “Laine, I’m talking to Chaz again.”

  “What? Why? Erynne, this isn’t even like you!”

  “No, I know, but he doesn’t want to be with her, Laine. I know he wants to be with me, but he’s just having a hard time accepting that.”

  “Erynne, you sound pathetic. If he wanted you he would divorce his wife. He’s just hanging with you because—”

  “No, no he is not! He barely goes home—”

  “But he eventually does, right? He goes home at some point, right? Because she is his wife and you are something he’s having fun with! Didn’t he tell you that himself, Erynne?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Tell me you didn’t sleep with him.”

  I moved my hair back, and then looked her in the eyes. She scoffed, and then chuckled angrily as she looked off to the side for a moment.

  “You slept with him, knowing he has a wife. You know he’s not gonna respect you now.”

  “Excuse me.” I tried to move around her, but she grabbed my wrist to stop me.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, Erynne. I love you and I don’t want you getting used by him or anyone. At the least, give him an ultimatum and say you won’t be with him until you’ve seen that he’s filed. That way if he’s just bullshitting, then you won’t be getting hurt in the process.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, not sure if I would take her advice. However, I did need to talk to him to see what his plan was. I wasn’t interested in being his mistress for months, which would turn into years.

  Laine and I continued into the studio after hugging, and we both gave one another a look when we saw Kady and Ishmael talking while sitting on the couch in the corner. Laine told me that Kady had asked about him, and I guess it was for a reason. I wonder if she knew he had a girlfriend. At least Chaz told me he did.

  Cassie was in the booth with Kordell, saying something to make him smile and laugh, while Laine went to greet Mischief who was sitting at the soundboard, moving music clips around on the computer. I looked over at Chaz, and he nodded his head to the right to tell me to come over to him. Grinning, I did as he asked and sat next to him on the couch.

  “Hey,” I smiled.

  “Hey, you smell good as hell.”

  “Thank you, you too.”

  He craned his neck around and kissed my lips, so I leaned back into the couch while caressing the side of his face. His hand ran up and down my thigh as our tongues came in contact, and I admit I was surprised. I didn’t expect him to act this way with me in public.

  “You gon’ leave with me?”

  “Umm, yeah I guess, sure.”

  “Aight.” He pecked me again just as his phone rang and he left the studio room.

  “Aye, Kordell, we need to do the bridge,” Mischief pressed some button to talk to Kordell who was in the booth.

  Kordell stared his brother down like he wanted to murder him, then turned to Cassie to tell her to come out here with us. I saw Laine say something to Mischief, while rubbing his back, and then she kissed him. I needed both these niggas to stay calm, because I was not trying to be here if they got into it.

  ***

  That night…

  “Mmm, ahhh, ahh!” I called out as Chaz rammed me hard from behind.

  He had me flat on my stomach, with my ass raised just enough for him to thrust into me feverishly. I’d cum so many times I’d lost count, and my body was giving out. Leaning down with his fists pressed into the bed, he sucked on my shoulder as he pounded me hard, cumming in the condom a few moments later.

  “Fuck,” he panted, kissing and rubbing down my back slowly.

  My body was trembling, and my eyes acted like they wanted to stay closed. I’d never encountered a man with so much stamina, and one who didn’t need time to get hard again after the first nut. I didn’t know if he was that attracted to me, or if it was just how he was.

  He helped me up, and we went into the bathroom. The plan was to shower, but since I couldn’t stand up, we took a quick bath. Once we were back in the comfy bed, I nuzzled up to him, lying on his smooth chiseled chest, which smelled so good.

  “Where does she think you are?”

  “I don’t know and I don’t care.”

  “So are we just living in the moment or are you really gonna leave her?”

  “Where is this coming from?”

  Sitting up to look down into his face, I said, “Me, Chaz. I mean we’ve been playing around for a while now and I want to know. Should I only invest my time in you, or should I start dating other guys.”

  “You ain’t gon’ be fucking other niggas.”

  “Yeah I will if—”

  “Nah, you won’t.”

  The look he gave me was almost like he was daring me to say I was gonna have sex with another guy again. I just shook my head and laid down on the pillow instead of his chest.

  “I’m not fucking with her like that anymore, Erynne. You know I wanna be with you. You’ve known that shit for the longest. Just give me a little bit of time to process this shit, but I promise you it’s just you and I.”

  “Well then maybe we shouldn’t be dating until you figure it out.”

  He rolled over and hugged my body tightly from behind. I wanted to tell him that I saw Jade today, but I decided not to. I wanted him to leave her because he wanted me, not because he found out she was cheating. It wouldn’t be the same because I would be winning him by default.

  “That’s not what you want, for us to stop chilling. And I don’t need to figure out shit. I said I need time to process. This is different for me. Some shit I ain’t never experienced; being married, cheating, divorcing; shit is all new.” He kissed on my neck and shoulder.

  “Chaz—”

  He turned me onto my back to look down into my face.

  “Just give me a little bit of time. It won’t be long at all, I swear. Aight?”

  I nodded before he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  Cassie

  I finished peeing and flushed the toilet before washing my hands. When I was done, I looked myself in the mirror for a little bit, and took a deep breath. I was miserable, but I had to pretend that I was fine for the time being.

  Miles was serious about us being back together, and even had his lawyer contact me to let me know they were about to file for full custody of Melody. Because I didn’t want to lose my baby, I agreed to try again with Miles.

  He wanted to spend every moment with Melody and me, and the only time I got to spend with Kordell was if I lied and said I had a job to do. But some days I would have to block Kordell in my phone, or turn it off altogether because he’d go ape shit when I didn’t answer. I’d told Miles that I needed to spend some nights in The Model mansion if I wanted to keep working with Jude, so he let me go and let Melody stay with my mom. I wasn’t comfortable leaving Melody alone with him overnight yet, so the nights when he was adamant about keeping her, I stayed.

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  “I’m coming! Give me a second!” I yelled out, rubbing some lotion on my dry hands. Lately they’d been ridiculously dry, and my doctor said it was because of stress.

  “Cass, Kordell is here and Jude is about to call the police because he hit him!” Laine shouted through the door.

  I thought we had security?

  “Fuck!” I snatched the door open, and tried to rush down the hall to get to the stairs. When I made it, I saw Kordell marching up with his face balled. “Baby—”

  “Don’t fucking baby me! I ain’t seen or heard from yo’ ass in two days!” he shouted, scaring the shit out of me and a couple of the other girls who were standing by.

  “Okay, Kordell, let’s go somewhere else. Wait here.”

  “I ain’t waiting no fucking w
here!” he barked as he followed me into the bedroom I shared with Laine.

  I grabbed my purse, a jacket, and slipped into my sneakers, before Kordell basically dragged me out of the house. When we moved through the foyer, I saw Jude on the phone holding an ice pack over his eye. Shit, that’s what I get for fucking with Kordell’s ignorant ass; he was bound to act crazy over me.

  As soon as we got to Kordell’s car, he opened the passenger side for me, then jogged around to the driver’s side before speeding out.

  “What nigga you fucking?” he questioned, jaw twitching. “Tell me right fucking now.”

  “Kordell, I’m not—”

  “Then why the fuck I can’t get in contact with yo’ ass for days, huh? I ain’t seen or talked to you since you came to the fucking studio! I shouldn’t even fucking care but I do!”

  “Baby, I’ve just been busy. I’ve been getting a lot more work and stuff.”

  He pulled over on the side, stopping in front of one of the big ass houses on the residential street. He cut his car off, and then shifted his body a little so he could face me. His hood was pulled up, and his dreads were stuffed inside so all you could see was his handsome mug, which was knotted up. His beard and mustache had gotten a little scruffy, but I liked it. Every time he moved, I smelled his cologne, which reminded me of how much I missed him.

  “Be honest with me.” His voice was calm.

  I wished I could tell him what was going on with me, but it wouldn’t help. All he would do is try to beat Miles’s ass or something to that extent, and that would only make me lose my baby. I hated to treat Kordell this way because I felt like I was slowly falling in love with him. Not to mention, right now he needed someone to care of him and let him know that he was loved. His brother had betrayed him, right along with his ex-girlfriend. I wanted to be there, but at the moment it was between him and Melody, and my child always came first.

  “I am being honest, baby. I just have a lot of work, and it’s keeping me busy. I swear I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”