Feeling like I was about to cum so hard that I would drown him, I whimpered, “Okay, Ricky, moooove.”
He laced his fingers with mine to get ahold of my hands, and kept attacking my pussy, which was so wet that I could see his facial hair glistening. When he dipped his tongue into my opening and brought it back up to suck my clit gently, I released so violently that my body jerked uncontrollably.
“Got damn,” he whispered through a chuckle as he kissed on my stomach. He trailed those kisses all the way up my body, to my collarbone, on my lips, and then my ear. “Tomorrow, time’s up, Draylah. I’m gon’ have you cumming hard as fuck on this curve.”
His words had my pussy pulsating. I tried to speak, but instead, I fell into a slumber.
***
Date night … AKA Game over …
“Are you cold?” Rajiv opened the door for me in the parking structure of the restaurant. We were about to dine at Ruth Chris in Marina Del Rey, which was a pretty nice area, close to the beach. Having been with Ricky, I’d been to just about every nice restaurant from here to New Hampshire.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.” I got out of his Bentley.
Tonight, I kept it simple, with a strapless white dress, and matching white stiletto sandals. My hair was still curly because my bladder wouldn’t allow me to sit long enough for a press job these days. I wasn’t even showing much at all, but my symptoms were in full drive already.
“You look amazing tonight.” Rajiv took my hand into his as we walked out of the structure and up to the restaurant.
He grabbed the heavy door of the place, and when we stepped in, a smiling Black guy dressed in a sports coat greeted us. Rajiv informed him of our reservation, and seconds later, we were being escorted to a table in the dimly lit area. I loved this restaurant because they had the best steaks ever, but I just hated that everything was a la carte.
“This place is so romantic.” I chuckled, thinking back to when Ricky and I came here. Suddenly, that mind blowing head that put me in a coma damn near, circled my mind, making me re-cross my legs.
“Yeah, it is.” Rajiv nodded. “You know how fucking long a nigga has been waiting to take yo’ fine ass out?”
“Really? Why?” I cocked my head.
“You fine as a muthafucka. I was for real waiting for that nigga Ricky AK to mess up.” He chuckled and so did I. “A lot of niggas were, but I’m happy I’m the chosen one.
“I guess so!”
My eyes kept darting towards the door of the establishment, and around the restaurant. I was afraid Ricky would pop up. He somehow always knew where I was, which was scary, but in my sick mind, a turn on. It just showed how crazy he was about me, which I hated that I loved.
“You okay? The FEDs ain’t after you, are they?”
Laughing, I replied, “What? No! I just like to get a view of everyone. People are crazy these days, you know?”
The waiter came over and took our drink orders, as well as our appetizer and meal orders.
“So, what happened with Ricky? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“He’s umm, … Ricky AK.”
“Oh, so he was cheating and shit all the time, huh? I’m surprised he had the time the way y’all were always with one another. How you find out?”
“Why are we talking about only me?” I grinned. “Where is your wife or girlfriend? I know you have one because you’re a catch.”
Rajiv started to tell me about his past relationships, but I couldn’t keep my mind off of the dick Ricky had promised me. Who was I becoming? I had this nice man in front of me, and I was thinking about dick that was attached to some psychopath who thought it was normal to snap niggas’ necks and break into my house. He was such an idiot.
Once dinner was over, I was ecstatic. I just wished someone had warned me that once Rajiv got comfortable talking, he never stopped. He spent a lot of time telling me about how good he was in bed, how much money he made, and how much of that nigga he was on and off the court. About 89% of it sounded like lies, except the money part, because it was obvious that he had that.
But during his bragging, he even mentioned a girl bleeding because his dick was too big. Like was that supposed to make me wet? Because all it did was make my pussy drier than it already was, with his lying ass. He talked so damn much, that even when he asked me questions, I could barely answer before he’d cut me off. I was turned off, full, tired, and horny for a real big dick.
“Hey, so, I was thinking maybe we could relax at my place for a bit. Maybe I can give you a massage?” Rajiv drove.
“I’m not sure, bec—”
“You know I give the best fucking massages. Do you have back pain and shit already?” He glanced my way.
“Umm, it depends on—”
“I know it’s early in the pregnancy from the looks of it, but I do know women start to have pain like that early. So what do you say?” I stayed quiet, fearing he’d cut me off again. “Draylah?”
“Sure, I guess we can go for a—”
“And I have food too, if you’re still feeling a little bit famished. My house out here is new because my actual residence is in Dallas, so don’t trip about me not having everything in place. Long as I have my cable hooked up and my Wi-Fi going, it’s all good, right?” he bellowed way too loudly, making me jump because I wasn’t aware that his statement caused for laughter.
“Yep.”
“I was actually raised in Los Angeles, but when I got drafted some years ago, I moved.”
We made it to his house, which was a beautiful beach house in Manhattan Beach. It was a nicely built home, prompting me to nod in approval upon seeing it.
“No, no, no! I got it!” Rajiv stopped me from getting out of his car. He came around to help me out, and again, I scanned his street, hoping there wasn’t about to be a repeat of my poor misguided customer from Bordeaux, Cyrus. Rajiv was a wannabe thug, but still I’d hate to be the reason he died.
So how do you know Ricky’s next victim? Virginia’s words clouded my mind.
“You know, maybe you should take me home?” I stopped in my tracks, causing my hand to fall out of Rajiv’s.
“No, come on. Remember that massage I promised you? You don’t wanna miss that, Draylah.”
“True, but it’s late.”
“Baby, relax.” He brushed his thumb down my cheek.
“Rajiv—”
“Just a little more time together and then I’ll drive you home.”
I sighed and nodded, and as we walked up the sidewalk to his home, I scanned the street some more. Entering his medium-sized gate, we went up his porch steps, and the light came on. I assumed it was motion activated, but when Rajiv tilted his head back like he was surprised, I knew I was very wrong.
“Welcome home, lovebirds.” Ricky’s crazy ass answered this man’s door, grinning like he lived here and we were some trick-o-treaters.
“Man, what the hell are you doing in my house!” Rajiv hollered in astonishment.
“Ricky, seriously?” I tried not to laugh. I didn’t find this funny, in fact I was scared, but my laughter was out of disbelief.
“Y’all come on in.” Ricky stepped back, wearing a devious smile. Behind him I could see two men and a lady bound and gagged. Their outfits implied that they were on Rajiv’s working staff as housekeepers and butlers.
Lord, please help.
“You need to get the hell out of my—”
“Shut yo’ bitch ass up, bruh.” Ricky yanked Rajiv into his own house, making him fall onto the marble floor.
“Fuck this.” I turned to run off.
“Nah, bring yo’ little ass on too.” Ricky picked me up from behind and carried me back into the house. Placing me to my feet, he warned Rajiv, “Call the police and they’ll show up to a bloody ass crime scene, nigga.”
Rajiv quickly placed the cordless phone back into the receiver, and Ricky yanked it from the wall. He then snatched Rajiv’s cell phone, and snapped it almost completely in half.
Pointing the gun Rajiv’s way, Ricky gritted while looking at me. “Draylah, why you fucking with me? You like watching me murder niggas?”
“No, Ricky! It was just one time and nothing happened!” I tried to beg for Rajiv’s life, as his tied-up staff whimpered and wormed about.
“Nah, I think you like this shit! Because see,” Ricky chuckled, “I thought I told you I’d act a fool if another nigga was around my kid. I thought you understood that shit, Dray.”
“I do.” I nodded. “I do!” I then realized Rajiv’s alarm system was disarmed and hanging out of the wall somehow.
Lord, I come to you humbly, and ask that at least I get out safely. Rajiv is older and has lived his life. Amen.
“Yeah, she gets it!” Rajiv added, damn near interrupting my prayer.
“Nigga, if you even breathe and I hear it, I’m blasting the top of yo’ shit off.” Ricky glared down at a six feet three Rajiv, and Rajiv nodded in response. “You were trying to fuck my girl? With my kid in there? I should murk you anyway.” He moved closer to Rajiv, who I was sure had shit on himself. “You corny as fuck too, which pisses me off even more.” Ricky placed the gun between Rajiv’s eyes.
When I saw a wet spot form on Rajiv’s crotch, I knew shit was real.
“Ricky, please, baby, he’s not worth it.”
“We back together?” Ricky looked my way calmly. I hesitated for a moment, so he gripped the back of Rajiv’s head and shoved the gun in his mouth. “Tell me we back together, Draylah, or this muthafucka is going night night.”
“We are, Ricky. We are.”
“Aight, cool.” Ricky removed the gun from Rajiv’s mouth. “You got spit all on my shit. Go get me a towel to wipe it off. Don’t do nothing dumb, because I’ll kill yo’ daddy and ya mama. I know they live off Crenshaw and Thoreau in that nice little white and pink crib. Got a little puppy dog and everything. I like puppies though, so I’ll just steal his ass for myself.”
Rajiv looked like he’d seen a ghost when Ricky spoke those words. He left and returned with a towel so Ricky could clean his gun, and while Ricky did that Rajiv stood by looking frightened as hell. I bet no one knew his ass was a punk, especially because he portrayed himself to be a thug.
WHAM! WHAM!
Ricky went across Rajiv’s face with his gun, and then punched him between the eyes, sending him stumbling into a book shelf.
“That’s for saying you was gon’ beat my ass nigga. Fuck you thought? Only reason I ain’t gon’ murk yo’ ass is because I ain’t got time to hide ya body.”
Rajiv nodded with his hands in prayer mode like a pathetic fool, and then Ricky and I left. He forced me into the black-on-black Escalade that Clay was driving, and once inside, Clay rolled the partition up and pulled off.
“Move!” I snapped when Ricky tried to kiss me.
“You said we back together!”
“Yeah, so you wouldn’t kill him! I’m not gonna be with you!”
“Why?” His lids lowered.
“Because you fucked Justice! That is the same reason I left Lue, so why would I stick with you? Huh? What is the damn difference, Frederick!”
“What’s the difference?” he repeated to himself, followed by a chuckle. “The fucking difference is that I didn’t cheat on you. The difference is that bitch didn’t get pregnant by me, you did. The difference is that since we made this shit official, I hadn’t touched another bitch! The fucking difference is that I love yo’ ass and care about yo’ muthafuckin’ well-being more than my own. The difference is that, that bitch ass nigga can live and breathe without yo’ ass and I can’t!” He bore into my eyes intensely. “I’m not doing this broken up shit no more! It’s a wrap! We back together! And now I wanna fuck you!”
We both sat there in silence for some moments, before kissing hard like some horny maniacs. I couldn’t get his dick out of his sweats fast enough, but he ripped my underwear like it was a thin piece of paper. Flipping me around abruptly, he pushed my face into the seat and got behind me.
When I felt his dick at my opening, I yelled, “Wait, Ricky, slow!”
“Relax, baby,” he commented, forcing himself inside of me gently from the back.
I whimpered as my nails scraped the seats. It was painful, and he still had more dick to deliver. Once inside of me fully, he grabbed a handful of my hair and began pounding into me feverishly. I stared out of the window, mouth hung open as we drove past cars like it was nothing. They had no idea what was going on behind these tinted windows.
“Mmm,” I cried out, feeling Ricky’s long thick dick plunge into me roughly. He was tapping my spot every single time, forcing me to cum quickly.
I started to sweat, making the sound of our bodies clashing together become louder. The sound of him gliding in and out of my sopping wet middle was louder than the soft Michael Jackson ballad that Clay had playing to drown us out.
“I told you, you better not ever leave me,” Ricky growled, giving it to me good. I couldn’t even talk shit back because he was blowing my back out, and pulling on my hair.
His free hand spanked and groped my ass cheek, the one that was tatted with the nickname he’d given me. He bent down to kiss his name on my lower back, just as I came on him again.
“Uhhh, ahhh,” I sniveled, biting down on my lip. I’d lost count of my orgasms by now, as I scratched at the seat.
“You gon’ give me a son?”
“Ye-yeaah!” I cried, with real tears going down my cheeks because of how good this shit felt. I was willing to say anything.
He pulled me up so that my back was to his chest, and then started to slowly bounce me on his dick, hitting areas I didn’t know he could.
“Cum on this dick again, Draylah.” He sucked on my neck while he toyed with my clit.
Just as I exploded on him, he released inside of me. We sat there in the same position, breathing extra hard. After about five minutes of him kissing all over the nape of my neck and my shoulders, and telling me how much he missed me, we detached from each other.
“Where is Clay?” I quizzed, getting a wipe from my bag.
“Oh shit, we home. Nigga must have went to his own crib.”
I peered out of the window to see we were parked in the garage of Ricky’s Bel Air home, and we didn’t even know it. Someone could have snatched poor Clay out of the car and killed him, and we wouldn’t have noticed.
A brief silence overcame us, before we both started to cackle.
“I love you, Frederick Montana.”
“I love yo’ ass too. Come taste how good you are.” He nodded down to his dick, and I happily crawled over to him to take him into my mouth.
Chapter Six: Micah
Niggas like you blowing racks on a bitch to beat, just for her to turn around and let a nigga like me fuck for free…
“Real Niggas” by Ricky AK played over Ace of Diamonds, as Qamar, Ricky, and I got up from our section, readying to go.
“Y’all leaving already? I was just about to choose up.” Some pretty girl that worked here smiled. She was talking to us, but eyeing Ricky, who wasn’t even paying her any mind as he ashed a blunt.
“Oh yeah, who you choosing?” Qamar smirked, looking her body up and down. I don’t even know why he was entertaining this shit.
“Hmm, well, you seem wild.” She pointed to Qamar.
“Maybe,” he smiled.
“You seem like an undercover freak.” She pointed to me, and I just frowned because I didn’t care.
“And you, …” she pointed to Ricky who had finally started paying attention. “You seem wild, freaky, and a little mean.”
“Look, bitch, I ain’t mean,” Ricky replied seriously, and the irony in his statement caused everyone in earshot to crack up laughing, including Qamar
and me.
Leaving her stupid ass standing there, we all left out.
Once on the road, we cruised the streets in Ricky’s royal blue 1968 Dodge Charger, blasting music and smoking on some good shit. I was feeling good as hell, even though Isla was working my nerves at home, and Kattlyn had damn near dropped from the face of the fucking Earth. I understood she didn’t like that Isla popped up, so like she said, I needed to handle it before I came at her.
“Refill my shit, nigga, and quit hogging it,” Qamar chimed in, so I poured some more Hennessy into his red cup. We didn’t do too much drinking at AOD since it was just a quick appearance for Ricky.
“Shit, we need to park this shit somewhere. I ain’t the designated driver type of nigga,” Ricky commented.
“It’s all space down here so just pull over,” Qamar suggested since we were in downtown L.A. by now.
“This shit looking a little sketchy.” Ricky squinted his eyes as he peered into the rearview mirror. “Aye, how long that whip been behind us?”
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
Before Qamar and I could even respond or see what the fuck Ricky was referring to, bullets let off from every which a way it seemed. All I saw was gunfire, and heard niggas yelling out shit. I heard their tires screech when they pulled off, and thanked God I wasn’t hit. But I should have known Ricky’s ass wouldn’t let that shit go that easily.
“These niggas got me fucked up!” Ricky roared, smashing on the gas and pulling his gun from his waist.
“Nigga, what the fuck is you doing?” I quizzed Ricky, who was gaining on the car. He rolled his window down as we started to get right up on the side of them niggas, and I just said a prayer.
“Ricky! Ricky, come on man!” Qamar’s ass finally chimed in. Nigga thought this shit was funny when he didn’t think Ricky was really gon’ get at them niggas.
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