by Mz. Lady P
"Where will I leave, Khalil?"
"With me and Liyah. You're there all the time anyway. Pack your shit and let's go. I'll send a moving company to get the rest of your things. In case you forgot, I just put some hot shit in a nigga. If the police catch me, I'll be in violation of my parole. The last thing I want is for my Parole Officer to violate me."
"Ha! Ha! Very funny." I rushed to my room and packed a bag of clothes. Ten minutes later, I was dressed and headed out the door hand in hand. I knew I could trust Khalil with my life now. I knew that he would kill for me. I also knew that being with him would be the end of my career as a Parole Officer. I needed to put in my two-week notice before my boss found out. That way I wouldn't have a smear on my work history.
Chapter 16
K’Money
When I stepped on Tissa's porch and saw the door slightly open, I knew something was wrong. I hardly ever carried my gun. However, something in my mind told me to grab it. I was glad I did. I was still trying to figure out who that nigga was that was getting ready to violate her. I wanted to blow his brains out right there in her living room, but I didn't want to traumatize her. The last thing I wanted was to scare her off before I got the chance to wife her.
The ride over to my crib was silent. I was wondering what the hell happened to cause this nigga to treat her like that. On the other hand, I knew she was probably thinking about living with my daughter and me. She really had nothing to worry about. I had every intention of giving Tissa a life that she could only dream of.
We had been in my home for about two hours. Tissa was hiding upstairs in the bedroom. I wanted to give her some space being that so much had happened in one day, but we needed to discuss the way she was feeling. I walked inside the bedroom without knocking and she was naked. She immediately grabbed the towel and covered herself up. The scars were bad, so, I understood why she was embarrassed for me to see them.
"Come here, Tissa," I gestured with my finger for her to come towards me. Once she was standing in front of me, I gently removed her the towel from around her and allowed it fall to the floor.
"You don't have to be ashamed of your body. You're beautiful to me, Tissa. No matter what."
"He did this to me," she said above a whisper.
"Who did this to you?"
"Joubert. The guy you shot. He was my first love and heartbreak. I was so in love with him, but he was in love with the idea of me being his possession. He beat me if I smiled wrong. I became pregnant with our first child. When I told him, he swore I had been cheating on him. He just started to beat me, and next thing I knew, he was cutting the baby out of me. He almost killed me and possibly killed any chance I have at having a baby." Tears were streaming from her eyes and that shit made me get misty eyed. I hated knowing that she was hurt and there was nothing I could do about it.
I kneeled down in front of her and began to place soft kisses on her scars. I could feel her tears dropping on my forehead. I just wanted to take all her pain away if only for a moment. I laid her back on the bed and placed both of her legs on my shoulders. Her pussy was the prettiest shade of pink a nigga had ever seen. Her pussy was neatly shaven. Not a razor bump in sight. I hadn't ate pussy in five years, but once I put my mouth on her, I was like a animal feasting on my prey.
"Oh, my God! I can't take it anymore, Khalil." She was trying her best to push my head from in between her legs, but that only made me suck on that pussy harder. I had her squirting and cumming all over my face.
"You taste so fucking good." I stood at the foot of the bed and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I smirked a little as I watched Tissa shake off the after effects of her body as she released all of her pent up frustration. I stripped out my clothes and let my boxers fall to the floor. Tissa's eyes bulged out of her head as I stroked my twelve inches. She wasn't expecting for me to be so well endowed. She sat up and made her way to the edge of the bed. My dick was pointed directly in her face. She stared me in my eyes as she took my dick into her mouth. She was taking her time taking it inch-by-inch until my shit disappeared in her mouth.
She was handling the dick like a pro. She threw me for a loop when she gave my balls some mouth action. I could feel that familiar tingle in my stomach that let me know I wasn't far from exploding. In all my years of fucking women, I had never had one that made me cum in less than five minutes. Tissa was a beast because she hadn't been sucking my shit for three minutes.
"Mmmm! Raise up. I'm about to burst Ma." I was trying to pull my dick out of her mouth. She roughly grabbed my waist and started sucking my shit harder. I was moaning and groaning like a bitch. Seconds later, my seeds were sliding down her throat. She sucked a nigga completely dry. I had to fall back on the bed and try to gather myself. I couldn't believe Tissa made a nigga tap out off of head. I hadn't even had the pussy yet. If her mouth was lethal like that, I knew that pussy was gon’ have a nigga sitting in the nut house behind it.
Tissa must really wanted some dick because she was now giving me the best hand job I ever had. She was trying her best to get me back on hard. It worked too. I laid her back on the bed and climbed in between her legs. I could tell she was nervous as moved my dick up and down her opening
"Once I'm in this pussy, ain't no turning back. You belong to me, Tissa." I pushed the head in and started to slowly give her the dick inch-by-inch.
"Ahhhh shit. It hurts, Khalil." Tissa was scratching the shit out of my back. She was tight as hell. I could tell it had been a minute since she had some dick.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, but I kept long stroking her ass. Her pussy was now dripping wet. I felt her open her legs wider and grab my ass cheeks to pull me in closer.
"Please don't stop, Khalil." Tissa was now moaning out in pleasure. Her pussy had me drowning in it. All the wetness had me wanting to cum over and over again in the pussy. I made love to her for about ten minutes, but now it was time for me to beat that pussy up.
"Turn around!" I commanded as she got on all fours. Without hesitation, I rammed my entire dick in her. I was trying beat her shit out the frame.
"Oh, my God! Wait, wait, Khalil." She was trying her best to run away from the dick, but I was holding onto her hair for dear life.
"What's my motherfucking name!"
"Khalil."
"Naw. That ain't my name. What's my motherfucking name, Tissa!" I started smacking her on her ass and fucking the shit out of her. She was screaming so loud I knew my security heard her ass outside.
K-Moneyyyyyyyy!" she screamed out.
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about." I came inside her long and hard. Not being able to sit up on all fours any longer, Tissa collapsed on the bed and I was still inside her laying on her back. I pulled out and laid beside her.
"Are you cool Ma?" I placed soft kisses down her sweaty back."
"Um no. You got my pussy hurting." She laughed as she rolled over on her back
"Awwww! Come here. Let me kiss it and make it better. Surprisingly, she rolled over and let me kiss that pussy. Just like that we were going at it again. For the rest of the night, we made love and fucked each other's brains out. Tissa didn't know it yet, but she had a nigga wide open.
***
The next morning I rolled over and felt the other side of the bed. It was empty. I sat up and hoped that Tissa hadn't left. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. There was a message from my daughter telling me to come and get her. She had a lot of sad face emoji's following the message. I immediately got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to handle my personal hygiene.
"Good Morning, Handsome," Tissa said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"I thought you were gone, Ma." I was happy as hell on the inside that she was still here.
"The sex was that bad. You're putting me out already."
"That pussy good as hell. If I can help it, your ass ain't never going anywhere." We shared a passionate kiss.
"I cooked you some breakfast."
"
Put it in the microwave for me. I got a text from Liyah telling me she wants to come home. The message has me kind of worried. Her mammy ain't shit and I don't trust that bitch."
"Do you want me to ride with you?"
"Of course, I need Qua to see my woman and my future wife. She thinks we have a chance, but I would never make that mistake twice." We both moved around the room and got dressed.
"Are you serious about us being together, Khalil?" I stopped doing what I was doing and walked over to her and pulled her close to me.
"I'm dead ass serious. I want to wake up to you in the morning and go to bed with you every night. I want you. No, I need you in my life, Tissa, baby." I looked in her eyes so that she knew every word I spoke was true.
"I'm asking because there's a possibility I won't be able to give you babies. I know that you want a big family. I don't want you to get tired and go out and find someone else to have babies with. Plus, I'm going to give my boss my two-week notice. We can't be together and I'm still your Parole Officer. I've worked hard to get where I am. I need you to promise me that everything is going to be okay with us. I never want to regret choosing you over me. I can honestly say that I'm in love with you." I stood speechless as Tissa laid all her cards on the table. I didn't expect for her to say the things she had said. It made a nigga feel great.
"I promise that everything will be okay. As far as us having kids, if we don't, it won't change how I feel about you. Knowing that you're willing to walk away from your job to be with me, makes me love you even more than I already do. You're a cut above the rest and I want you in my life. I love you, Ma." I lifted her up off the floor and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We kissed for what seemed like forever. My cell went off telling me I had a message. I opened it and it was Liyah again, begging for me to come and get her.
"That's Liyah again."
"Come on. Let's go get her. I'm starting to get worried." Tissa grabbed my keys and beat me out of the door. I knew I had chosen the right woman to be with. She loved my daughter as if she was hers. I knew that I had to wife her. Tissa confessed her love for me, but I knew she still had doubts. I didn't want her to have any doubts about us.
As I drove down Qua's street, I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me. The nigga Eboe was coming out of her house and hopped into his car. The last time I thought I was just seeing things, but now this was confirmation. The nigga was fucking my baby mother. I hid my anger from Tissa as we parked in Qua's driveway. I loved my nigga Gunz, but his cousin was about to become a distant fucking memory. Their family might as well start designing the niggas R.I.P shirt.
Chapter 17
La'Quasha
The nigga Eboe had been clowning all night. I hated the day I ever fucked his stupid ass. He was really starting to show his true fucking colors. He was jealous of Khalil. Every time he heard my daughter talk about her father, he got mad at me and whooped my ass. Eboe was convinced I was still fucking Khalil. I had to persuade him that all I wanted was him.
I had to let him fuck my brains out in order to get him to calm down. I knew that Liyah was going to tell Khalil. I had to put fear in her ass to keep her from telling. I whooped her ass with a belt and she was still crying. I hated to do that to her, but if Khalil found out, my money train would come to a halt. Not to mention, Khalil was going to kill me and Eboe. Eboe was so fucking stupid. If he fucked up my money, I was going to kill his retarded ass myself.
"Please stop crying, Liyah."
"I want Daddy. My butt hurts." She was now crying hard as hell. The banging on the door made me jump. I knew damn well Eboe wasn't back that quick to start some shit with me. I yanked open the door and there stood Khalil and Ms. Tissa. That was when shit became clearer. This was the Tissa that Liyah had been bragging about; all along I had known who she was and didn’t realize it until now.
"Where the fuck is Liyah?" Khalil said as he pushed the shit out of me and walked inside my house.
"Fuck all that. What the fuck are you doing with her?" I never did like Tissa with her stuck up ass. I think I hated her more than her ugly ass friend Tosha. I was even happier knowing that her little sister was pregnant by my brother.
"That's my woman. Not that it's any of your motherfucking business."
"It became my business when you brought her to my house."
Khalil was really pissing me off acting like this shit was all cool. If I brought a nigga to his crib, he would spaz the fuck out. I became nervous as I watched Khalil pulling down Liyah's pants. His eyes grew dark and before I knew it, he had his arms wrapped around my throat choking the shit out of me.
"Stop, Daddy! Stop, Daddy!" Liyah was screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. I was starting to black out.
"Come on baby. Liyah's upset. Let's just get her and go home." The sound of Tissa's voice calmed him down because he dropped me to the floor like I was a rag doll. I rubbed my neck as I tried to gasp for air. I looked up and Tissa was rocking Liyah back and forth and soothing her. I instantly became jealous. She was so good with Liyah. I don't remember a time I ever held her like that. I just didn't have that motherly instinct. From the moment I found out I was pregnant by the infamous K’Money, my daughter became my personal cash cow.
"As long as you live and breathe air, don't you ever in your fucking life put your hands on her. I already have full custody. Consider your parental rights revoked you unfit ass bitch. I'll put a bullet in your fucking head if you even think about playing games with me."
I watched as him and the bitch Tissa walked out of my house with my fucking daughter. They looked like the perfect family. Too bad I was about to fuck that up. This bitch was a Parole Officer and fucking a nigga who was out on Parole. Wasn't that against the law or some shit? Once I gathered myself, I got off the floor and went on Google to get the number I needed to report that bitch. Did they really think they would get a happily ever after? That bitch ruined my happily ever after, so it was only right I ruined hers.
I hoped and prayed they violated his bitch ass. I was already in the process of ruining Tosha's life, so why not ruin her bestie's life in the process? These two bitches didn't know who they were fucking with. Lori didn't have to know I was at her sister's head. I didn't need her slow ass fucking up my plans. It was time for me and Eboe to finish our master plan. Operation Takedown Khalil was in full effect. The turn up was definitely real.
Chapter 18
Tosha
"Oh, shit Gunz! Yassss! Fuck me just like that." I couldn't believe Gunz had me bent over his couch fucking the shit out of me. I had tried my best not to give into temptation, but I could no longer hold out. I hadn't fucked Ronnie since I caught him splurging on some bitch. I was glad because Gunz was giving a bitch the dick like he was porn star.
"I fuck you better than that nigga, don't I?" Gunz was pounding in and out of me hard as hell. His balls were smacking me each and every time he entered me.
"Yessss! You fuck this pussy so good. I'm about to cum, Daddy!" I felt myself releasing all over his dick. Shortly after he sped up, I could feel him releasing his seeds inside of me. I couldn't believe I didn't stop him from releasing inside of me. It was the heat of the moment and that nigga’s dick game had me in a trance. I was still bent over the couch with my dress up over my ass. Gunz smacked my ass cheeks and walked to the back of the house. I slowly stood up and pulled my dress down. Gunz had me doing shit I never did in my life. He was a cocky ass nigga with a big ass dick to go with it.
"Lay back on the couch. Let me wash you up, Ma." I laid back and opened my legs. Gunz washed me clean. When he was finished, he placed kisses on my inner thighs. He dived in my pussy and went hard in the paint, licking and sucking on my clit. I came over and over again. Once he was satisfied, he wiped me clean again.
"Did you call that Attorney I told you about?"
"No, I haven't had the chance," I lied. I just didn't call because I wasn't ready to divorce Ronnie for a fling with Gunz. He kept telling me he wanted
us to be together, but I don't think I was ready for that yet. I was scared to tell Gunz. I didn't want him to think I was using him because I was having problems with my marriage. I hated to admit it though, because in a way, I was using him, but he didn't have to know that
"That's bullshit and you know it. This was fun and all, but I'm not no motherfucking side nigga. Go home to your husband. Don't hit my line until you're done playing games. Let yourself out." Gunz walked to the back of his house and slammed his room door. I sat in shock at the words he spoke to me. I grabbed my purse and slipped my Red Bottoms back on my feet. I wanted to cry, but I knew that I couldn't. Gunz wasn't my man. He had been a good man to me when I needed him the most. Gunz was right; I had made him my side nigga. I needed to figure out what I was going to do. I wanted my husband and I wanted Gunz too. If I was nigga, there wouldn't be a problem.
***
When I finally made it home, Ronnie was sitting on the couch drinking some Hennessy. Half the bottle was gone, so I knew he was tipsy. I hadn't been fucking with him period. I was still pissed off at him. I walked right past his ass and up the stairs. I had Gunz’s Givenchy cologne scent all over me. I got in the shower and let the water run all over my body. My coochie was still feeling the after effects of the dick lashing Gunz had just given me. Once I was finished showering, I got out and entered my bedroom. Ronnie was now sitting on the bed and he looked crazy. I just moved around the room and ignored his ass. I pulled my nightgown over my head and got ready to climb in bed. I felt around for my phone. I knew and I had I thrown it on the bed when I first came in.
"Looking for something." Ronnie held my phone up in the air as he waved it around.
"Give me my phone." I tried to reach for it, but he pushed me back on the bed.
"Who the fuck is G?" He was now standing on the side of the bed where I was sitting. I was shitting bricks because I knew he had been through my phone. I had sent numerous naked pictures of myself to Gunz. In return, he sent me pictures and videos of his dick. This shit was not about to end good. I was caught. There was nothing I could say.
