Shawty Fell In Love With A Hustla 3

by Lucinda John

  That kinky shit must have turned her on because she started fucking me back. Pulling her head back by her hair, I pressed my lips against hers and we shared a deep kiss never missing the beat. Hoisting her up so that her legs were wrapped around my hips, I drove my dick deep in her causing her to scream, shake, and cum all at the same time. I pushed her back on the shower wall, holding her by her waist as I pounded her kitty until I was cumming inside of her.

  We stood under the running water, wrapped up in each other arms making out like some horny teenagers. When I felt my dick rise to get ready for round two, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. Drying her off, I laid her body down on my king sized bed and made love to her like we were on our honeymoon.

  * * *

  The sound of Karrueche’s ringing phone was starting to piss me off. She was passed out cold due to all of the pipe I laid on her ass so she was unbothered by the Verizon jingle that blared from her phone. Picking her phone up, I noticed that it was that nigga Dale calling her. I pressed the answer button and placed the phone on speaker. With the phone to her mouth, I went down south and stuck my tongue in her honey pot. I purposely ate her pussy with every muscle in my mouth so her so called man could hear her cries through the phone.

  “Ooooooh, Smoke,” she moaned, stirring out of her sleep. “Yessss daddy, right there!” She cried out once I wrapped my mouth around her clit and started applying pressure to it.

  “Karrueche?” Dale’s pussy ass called out.

  “Karrueche tell this nigga you are busy,” I said to her before biting hard on her clit.

  “Oooohhhhh God I’m buuuuuuuusy…… Ahhhhh ooooooh fuck daddy!” She screamed while she came in my mouth.

  The phone beeped signaling that he disconnected the call. With a smirk on my face, I licked her pussy clean before sticking my dick back in. If Dale chose to fuck with her after that then he was definitely a sucker ass nigga.

  * * *

  “Rise and shine.” My mother smiled as she worked her way around the kitchen.

  She made breakfast as if she was feeding a village. There was a pan of sausage links and bacon, one with fried fish, biscuits, eggs, grits, and pancakes. Grabbing one of the sausage from the pan, I took a seat on one of the bar stools. I grabbed a plate and pilled it up with food for Karrueche before getting one for myself.

  “You had a long night, huh?” She winked, once Karrueche came limping in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of my sweat pants and t-shirt. One would have thought that my sweats would be too big for her, but her ass filled up all of the empty space.

  Embarrassed, her cheeks grew red, as she looked for me to help her.

  “It’s cool, ma knows how I get down.” I laughed, motioning for her to take a seat next to me.

  After saying grace, we sat at the table and ate breakfast while making small talk. My mother kept talking about this baby that she swore was buried deep in Karrueche’s womb. Instead of correcting her accusations, Karrueche just held her head down while stuffing her face. When she got up for seconds my eyebrow rose in suspicion. I made a mental note to start watching her behavior for any pregnancy like symptoms.

  Chapter 12

  Karrueche

  I didn’t want to face Dale, but I knew I had to sooner or later. I felt like shit putting him through this. I wasn’t sure where Smoke and I stood, but I did know that stringing Dale along as a rebound was wrong. As I sat next to Dale on my butter cream sectional I tried to find the right words to say to break things off easily and gently.

  “Let me make this easy for you. You called me here to break things off over a dude that you claim is your friend, but in reality is someone you’re fucking,” Dale said before I could open my mouth to speak.

  “It’s not like that. Smoke and I love each other, but we were just in compromising situations,” I replied.

  “Yeah, like the fact that he has a baby on the way? If you think he’s going to leave his family for you then you’re sadly mistaken.”

  “It’s girls like you that create dog ass niggas,” he snapped.

  “I understand you’re mad, but you will respect me,” I demanded.

  “Respect you like you’re respecting yourself? Selling yourself short for some thug? Maybe if I wore my pants below my ass, sold drugs, and had gold in my mouth I could win your heart. You are just a typical black chick living up to the stereotypes.”

  “ You need to go. I will not sit here and allow you to insult me especially in my own house!” I yelled.

  “Yeah whatever with your weak ass, I’m out. The only thing good about you was the pussy,” he fumed, walking towards the door.

  “Hmm funny because I can’t say the same about your dick. I mean your sex game is okay but it isn’t hitting like Smoke’s. I’m still able to walk after a night of sex with you,” I spat.

  “You dumb bitch!” He yelled, jumping in my face.

  “It’s funny how you can jump in my face, but when Smoke was digging in your shit you couldn’t keep up.” I smirked.

  He looked like he wanted to the smack fire out of me, but decided against it when he heard my front door open. Smoke walked towards us with a scowl on plastered on his sexy chocolate face. I prayed he didn’t spazz out on me without hearing my explanation first.

  “The fuck is this nigga doing here?” He snarled.

  “He was just leaving.” I cut my eyes at Dale.

  “Good, let this be the last time I see you in my girl’s face,” Smoke said while sizing Dale up.

  “She’s all yours,” Dale said while putting his hands up to surrender.

  “Good looking out on that tattoo though. I love the way that tiger looks back at me when I’m pounding that pussy from the back.” Smoke smirked. “Now get the fuck out.” He kicked Dale in the ass, causing him to fall flat on his face on the porch.

  “You keeping fucking with me.” Smoke grilled me.

  “I just called him over to break things off for good. I figured that I at least owed him an explanation,” I said.

  “You don’t owe him shit,” he snapped. “Go pack your clothes because we got a flight to Columbia in a few hours.”

  “Why you just now telling me Smoke? My hair is a mess plus I have class on Tuesday,” I whined.

  “Call up the chick that does your hair and tell her hook you up real quick. We’ll be back in time for you to make it to class.”

  * * *

  When the private jet landed in Columbia, I was in awe. Beautiful wasn’t the word to describe this place. Our driver drove us to the most beautiful house I ever seen. The house was all white with a modern design. It reminded me of a palace or the White House.

  “Who lives here?” I asked Smoke.

  “My boss,” he replied.

  The car came to a stop in the front of the French double glass doors. Our driver got out and opened the door for us. We made our way up the steps before we were greeted by the doorman. The butler came to the foyer and took us to meet up with everyone.

  Sitting at a massive cherry oak table filled with food was an older Columbian guy, Lala, and Stacks. I’ve seen Lala before, but up close and personal, she was breathtaking. After all the kids she had, her body was still sick. The way she sat with poise showed that she was a well-respected woman. Next to her was Stacks. If Lala could read my thoughts, she would kick my ass for drooling over her husband. He was a sexy ass biracial man.. He sat in his seat, never taking his eyes off me, it was making me feel a bit uncomfortable. His boss status spoke volumes even when his mouth was closed and he was simply just observing.

  “What’s good Pops, Stacks, and pretty Lala? ” Smoke said greeting everyone.

  The way they welcomed Smoke with open arms showed that they looked to him as family. While the guys sat at the table talking business, Lala and I took our plates into the other room. At first we just sat there eating in silence before she cleared her throat and addressed me.

  “I love that color on you,�
�� she said referring to my hair. The top portion of it hair was dyed blue and green while the bottom was grey. I was skeptical at first when my stylist did it, but once I saw the finished product I was feeling myself.

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  I don’t know why, but I expected Lala to be mean or stuck up but she was neither. She was sweet, yet she still held authority in her voice. When she smiled it seem like the whole room lit up. I was far from gay but Lala had me star struck. Every young girl in the hood dreamed of being her while the old heads envied her.

  “Is your name really Karrueche?” She asked.

  “Yes.” I laughed.

  “Oh girl, I thought that was just a nickname because you look like a prettier but thicker version of the model.” She giggled.

  “I get that a lot.”

  “What’s up with you and Smoke, If you don’t mind me asking?”

  “To be honest, I don’t know.” I shrugged.

  “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’? That man loves you,” she said.

  “What makes you so sure?” I asked.

  “The way he looks at you is the same way Stacks looks at me. It’s the little things he does that makes it so obvious,” she replied.

  “I love him too, but I don’t think it’s going to work,” I admitted.

  “Why?”

  “He has a child on the way with someone. I mean he’s trying to be there for the baby while trying to establish a relationship with me but it’s too much. I don’t want to end up playing number two to his baby mama.”

  “Set your ground and speak up to that nigga. I bet he goes around fussing at you if you are in any nigga face, am I right?”

  “Yup! He just ran off my ex.” I laughed.

  “Typical nigga. Anyway put your foot down when it comes to that nigga. Let him know straight up if he wants to be with you then make that shit happen. He has to let his baby mama know you’re his main lady and make sure she can respect that. Don’t let that nigga jump silly. You start letting them get away with shit and they are going to take that shit and run with it,” Lala said putting me up on game.

  For the rest of our meal, she spoke nothing but knowledge to me. She talked to me about everything from how to present myself as a boss’s wife to how to suck a mean dick. Class was officially in session and I was sitting with my note pad opened on my phone taking notes. When the fellas finished handling their business, they called us back to mingle.

  “You must be the pretty lady that has this nigga going crazy,” Stacks said grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “Sorry we didn’t get to formally meet but we had to get to business.”

  “It’s fine.” I blushed.

  “It’s Karrueche, right?”

  “Yes, like Chris Brown’s ex.” I laughed.

  “You look like her too,” he smirked.

  “I get that a lot, a little too much.”

  I sat on Smoke’s lap while he and Stacks played a game of cards. After Smoke beat Stacks out of ten thousand dollars, Lala decided to shut the game down by dragging Stacks upstairs to bed. The maid showed us to the room that we would be staying in. While I jumped in the shower to freshen up, Smoke sat out on the balcony smoking his joint. When I finished he was still out there so I decided to join him.

  “Let me hit it,” I asked reaching for the blunt.

  “Nah, I am not fucking with you on this smoking shit,” he laughed, pulling me on to his lap.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Fine, but if you get to geeking, I’m pushing your ass off this balcony,” he joked.

  I sat straddling his lap with my breasts pushed against his chest. In silence, we passed the blunt back and forth, enjoying the euphoric feeling the herb was giving us. I could hear Lala in my head telling me to ‘stand my ground’ so I decided to have that conversation with him while we both were calm and mellow.

  “Smoke, if we are going to work, I need you to put Tangi in her place. She has to understand that you have a woman that isn’t taking any shit. I don’t want to hear any bullshit from you about being with her because she is carrying your seed. If so then it’s a wrap between us. I’m not about to commit to someone if they can’t do the same. If you’re serious about us, you will dead the shit with Tangi. There isn’t anything wrong with co-parenting and before I forget you don’t have to stay in the same house as her in order to do so,” I said all in one breath.

  “I’ll handle that chief,” he replied.

  “I’m serious Smoke.”

  “Me too bae, it’s done. It’s all about you. This is your world, I’m just living in it,” he said with a kiss to my lips.

  “Now come show daddy what that mouth can do,” he said before taking a deep pull of the blunt. “Take that robe off first. I want to watch you play with that pussy while you suck this dick.”

  Removing my robe, I slipped to my knees with one leg cocked up and started giving my man sloppy toppy. I had to thank Lala for giving me a few pointers; I could hear her loudly in my head saying ‘if he isn’t cursing then you aren’t sucking it right.

  “Fuck…. Oh shit, suck that shit ma!” Smoke groaned, causing me to smile.

  The more he talked dirty to me while I sucked his dick, the faster I rubbed my fingers across my clit. I was so wet that I was sure my wetness was dripping off the balcony onto the glass down below. I felt his dick grow more against my throat, causing me to open my throat wider and deep throat his shit.

  “Damn like that ma. You are sucking the soul out of a nigga’s dick,” he howled, while his toes did the whip and nae nae in his Nike slides.

  Just as he was coating the back of my throat with his seeds, I was filling my hands up with my cum. Lifting me up, Smoke sat me directly on his dick while taking my fingers in his mouth one by one, sucking my juices off. He then bit the side of my neck causing me to cry out in pain. The way he sucked on my flesh had me ready to run up the walls.

  With his massive hands locked securely around my waist, he held me firmly as I rode his dick. Placing my legs on the sides of the chair, I bounced wildly on his dick causing him to bite down on his lip in pleasure. Our moans filled the air as we became one.

  “I love you Karrueche.”

  “I love you to Smoke!” I yelled out while cumming long and hard.

  Chapter 13

  Journi

  Shantika was pissed at me, but she had to understand I was out here getting it for us. I had hands in so many different business ventures, that money was pouring in like rain during hurricane season. Since Smoke and I were now in charge of the drug dealings within the mob, it was up to me to make sure I was setting up shops in the right areas. That alone was time consuming because I had to always travel. I was gone for days at a time and when I was home Shantika was too busy giving me her ass to kiss that I wasn’t able to spend time with her like I wanted to.

  I was madly in love with Shantika and I could see myself being with her crazy ass for the rest of my life, that’s why I found myself parked in front of a jewelry store. I know it was too soon, but the way she had a nigga feeling this was the type of shit I wanted forever. I had plans on taking her to Cancun for a week, and then I would use that opportunity to pop the million-dollar question. I had a two-hour conversation with my aunt while praying long and hard. I was certain in my heart that this was something I was ready to do.

  “Tell me something good Josh,” I said answering my phone.

  “Does the name Tommy ring a bell?” He asked.

  “Why? What’s up?”

  “He was the one who started the fire,” Josh replied, causing my blood to boil.

  “How do you know?”

  “Since you didn’t give me nothing to go on besides demanding I find out who set your wife’s house on fire, I decided to have a few of my men follow her. On one particular night, my men noticed her get into a fight with this guy, Tommy. I had them tail him then bug his car. I was going off a hunch, but I
had nowhere else to start. For a few days, my men didn’t hear anything out of the norm. I was about to call everything off and go back to the drawing board until my men caught him admitting to setting his ex-girlfriend’s house on fire. I have the audio here. I will be emailing it over shortly,” he explained in detail.

  “That motherfucker!” I yelled, starting my ignition and pulling off at full speed. The speeding limit was forty-five miles per hour, but I was hitting the whole dash. “Keep your men on her until I order them off,” I said before hanging up the phone.

  I was seeing red when I made it to my house. For one, I was pissed that Shantika failed to tell me about her getting into a fight with Tommy. The fact that this nigga was bold enough to set her house on fire then jump at her on some crazy type of shit blew my fucking mind.

  “SHANTIKA!!!” I yelled though the house.

  “What the fuck are you yelling?” She asked walking down the stairs.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and that nigga, Tommy getting into it?” I asked.

  “This is how you know that your ass is never home because that shit happened how long ago?” She said waving me off.

  “But still you should have fucking told me!” I growled.

  “Well maybe if your ass stayed home long enough then you would have known.” She rolled her eyes.

  I wanted to slap fire from her ass, but I silently counted to ten instead. I thought about throwing in her face that Tommy’s ass was the one behind her house engulfing in flames. If I did that, her hotheaded ass wouldn’t hesitate to hop her happy ass over to his place and kill him on sight. I wanted to be the one that killed him, but first I was going to put that nigga through hell . Since he liked playing with fire, I was going to show his ass what a real arsonist was capable of.

  “Your ass is leaving again?” Shantika said propping her hands on her hips.

  “I have to handle something real quick.”

  “You are always handling some shit,” she snapped. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck, go. Do what the fuck you got to do,” she said marching back up the stairs.