My Baby Is a West Coast King

by Shvonne Latrice

  “My cousin’s girl.”

  “Your cousin’s girlfriend needs to call you that much?”

  “I’m a good listener.” Cutting his lamp off so that it was dim in the room, he tossed back what was left in his glass and then took mine from my hand. “I don’t wanna talk about her.”

  He climbed on top of me and slipped his tongue into my mouth before I could protest. His hands made their way to the button of my jeans as he began to undo them. He was such a big guy that it was hard to just nudge him off. I mean he was six feet seven and solid. I was turning myself on with my thoughts, especially while kissing him. I wanted this but I couldn’t do it.

  “Mischief, no, we can’t.”

  “Laine, I want you, and I want you to let me have you.”

  “Mis—”

  “I won’t hurt you.” He stared down into my eyes while lying between my legs. “I know you got some fragile ass feelings, but I got you, aight? You trust me?”

  I simply nodded even though I wasn’t sure, before he crushed his lips against mine. He had a way with words, and it made me feel like I could stop second-guessing myself about him. All bad.

  He continued peeling my clothes off until I was lying there in nothing but a black thong. He stood up to remove his shirt, exposing his chiseled abs, chest, and arms, which were covered in artwork. He had two small wounds on his rib that appeared to come from bullets. Once he stepped out of his jeans, he climbed back onto the bed and pecked me softly. I was scared out of my mind as if I’d never had sex before.

  “Mmm,” I moaned at the feeling of his lips trailing down my collarbone.

  He touched between my legs, massaging my middle as his tongue played with my nipples and nipple rings.

  “This shit is sexy,” he groaned, just before taking my nipple back into his mouth.

  Once he’d had enough, he trailed his lips down my stomach, biting and sucking here and there which drove me crazy. The way he touched and teased my body was new to me. Gripping the band of my panties, he kissed my pelvic area on down until my underwear were completely off. Throwing them to the side, he gripped my ass cheeks and placed my thighs on his broad shoulders.

  “Oh,” I cooed softly as he kissed my lower lips, using a little bit of tongue, teasing me yet again.

  “Mmm,” he moaned against my clit before sucking it.

  I was sopping wet in no time as he just planted deep kisses, vacuuming my clit gently in between. I felt his tongue dip a little into my opening, before he let it travel up and flick over my button. It was feeling so good I had to palm his head.

  “Oh fuck, Shai,” I cried out when he pressed my right thigh into my stomach and buried his face into my pussy.

  He was sucking for dear life as he made eye contact with me, moaning, slurping, licking, and driving me insane. My body froze and then trembled as I spilled my juices into his mouth.

  “I knew you tasted good as fuck.” He licked his lips before pressing my other thigh into my stomach and continuing to attack my center.

  My chest rose and fell rapidly as he switched speeds. He would eat me deeply and slowly, then quickly and shallow, taking me over the edge. I was damn near trying to crawl up his headboard as I whimpered and cried in pleasure. I had never felt such a strong sensation like this in my life, and I thought Tarik was pretty great in bed.

  “I’m gonna cum, shit. Oh, oh my gosh, baby,” I sniveled, feeling tears rise in my eyes as I palmed the back of his head. He was just moaning and eating like it was the best meal ever, and before I knew it, another orgasm had torn through my body like the Incredible Hulk.

  As I laid there trying to catch my breath, he licked me clean, and planted one last deep kiss that made me moan loudly and cum a little more.

  “Fuck,” he commented, staring down between my legs as I breathed heavily. His dick was hard as hell under his boxers already.

  He removed them to reveal his monster, which was thick and long, making my mouth water. He leaned up against the wall, and just looked at me, licking his lips. I climbed off of the bed, and got down on my knees before crawling to him. A sexy smirk covered his face as he watched me, and when I reached, him I took him into my mouth. I lubricated the tip, and started sucking it slowly, as soft moans escaped his lips. His big hand moved through my hair as I eased more of him into my mouth. Once my saliva had taken over, I went to work, sucking, humming, and twirling my tongue across the head every now and again.

  “Shit, you about to make me nut, girl,” he groaned and for some reason, it was so sexy.

  A few moments later, he’d grasped a handful of my hair tightly and spilled his seeds down my throat. I wasn’t usually a swallower; actually, Tarik had never cum in my mouth, but tonight I thought I’d try something different.

  Mischief

  “Get ya fine ass on the bed,” I ordered Laine after she sucked the damn life out of me.

  I just knew that her head game was gonna be weak because she was too pretty and her pussy tasted like angel food cake. But damn am I glad she proved me wrong. She got sloppy with that shit, and put that pretty mouth to work.

  Once her face was in the pillow and her ass was in the air, I grabbed a condom and rolled it down. Getting behind her, I bent down to eat her from the back for a little bit, just to make sure she was nice and drenched when I got in it. When I was done, she was soaked yet again, and I just admired the way her pussy glistened in my dim room.

  Positioning myself at her opening, I bent down to kiss her sexy back, gently, as I forced my way inside of her. She was resisting me at first, but I was relentless and eventually made it in. Hearing the way she whimpered once I was all the way inside made me bite down on her shoulder as I just sat there. I hadn’t even moved, but because I was filling her up with my dick, her body trembled as she came.

  “Too easy,” I whispered against her ear before sucking it.

  I smacked and then gripped her ass once I was back upright, and then started to slowly move in and out of her. Her walls were holding onto me for dear life as I beat it up, feeling her juices gush all over.

  “Ahh, uhh, ahhh!” she called out as I slammed into her from behind, loving the sound of my dick ramming her wet center.

  “You love me?” I asked just to fuck with her. “Huh?” I pounded her harder as she bit down on her lip and tried to look back at me. Her beautiful ass face was filled with pleasure.

  “Ye-yeah,” she replied, taking every thrust I delivered. I was for sure hitting the right spot if I had her saying she loved me.

  I grabbed her ass cheeks and held them apart to watch myself pulverize her pussy, and only a few moments later, she was cumming harder than I’d ever seen.

  “Somebody ain’t been fucking you right,” I said, turning her onto her back and lowering myself between her legs.

  I didn’t too much care for missionary because bitches took that bullshit to heart, trying to look into a nigga’s eyes all lovingly and shit. But something about seeing Laine’s sex faces had my dick hard, so she was about to get that special treatment. Not to mention I wanted to suck her nipples; them damn piercings were a big ass turn on.

  “Shai,” she whimpered once I entered her and started flicking my tongue over her nipples.

  Her hands caressed my head and shoulders as I went to town on her, killing her pussy while sucking her nipples hungrily. When I’d finally had my fix, I picked my head up to suck her lips and tongue her down nastily while I beat it up. Her legs were locked around my waist, and her small hands were gripping my biceps as she whined and sniveled into my mouth. The way her face twisted up as I sucked and bit her lips was the shit.

  “This my pussy?” I asked. Cliché as fuck, but I liked to hear that shit. “Tell me it’s mine, Laine.” For the first time, I actually wanted a female to believe that shit. I didn’t want her throwing this good wet box to any other nigga. “Fuck,” I grumbled, knowing I was about to cum.

  “It’s your pussy, Shai.”

  Putting one of her legs onto
my shoulders, I pounded her feverishly until we were both calling out and her nails were digging deeply into my back. I collapsed onto her because I’d never busted that hard in my life. She picked my head up from her neck, brought my lips to hers, and we breathed heavily while tonguing one another down.

  “A nigga gon’ fuck around and get you pregnant, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

  Once I finally had the strength, I pulled out and then went to flush the condom. When I returned, she was still lying there with her perfect ass body on display. I scooped her up because I saw her legs were shaking wildly, and then carried her to the bathroom so we could shower. She could barely stand, so I washed us both off, and then we got back into my bed. I made sure she stayed naked, because I definitely would have to hit again before I knocked.

  “What is BPT? And TTP?” she asked, referring to the two abbreviations tatted on my rib cage, along with some street names.

  “BPT is like CPT, just blood language.”

  “Well what is CPT?”

  “Compton,” I smiled, slightly amused by her ignorance to basic California shit. “Or Bompton as my people say.”

  “Oh. And TTP?”

  “My peoples.”

  “That’s your gang?” she picked her head up off of my chest for a second to look at me so I nodded. Out of nowhere she just pecked me, parting our lips a little bit.

  “I was young and dumb as fuck when I got that shit tatted. I don’t hate it, but I just don’t like having that shit on me now that I’m trying to get away from that lifestyle.”

  “You can just leave like that?”

  “I’m not leaving. I’m gonna always rep my hood, but I’m just not trying to be in the mix of the fights, the rivalries, shootings, and shit like that no more. I mean if I happen to run into some shit that’s one thing, but I’m not gonna put myself in that situation purposely anymore.”

  “I worry about you.”

  That shit caught me off guard.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re around all that stuff. I feel like something is gonna happen to you if you don’t relax.”

  “What, you gon’ miss a nigga or what?”

  “Yeah, I would. Don’t joke, Shai. I’m serious. I care about you, even though I didn’t want to.”

  “Why not?”

  “I feel like you’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

  “Didn’t I just promise you I wouldn’t hurt you? So don’t even say that shit, Laine.”

  “I know what you said, but you also told me—”

  I lifted her chin so she would look up at me. “Aye, I got you. I may not be able to call you my girlfriend just yet, but I won’t have you out here like I got these other bitches; feeling stupid, and like they don’t know where they fit in, in my life. When you call me, text me, or wanna see me, I’m gonna always be there.”

  “So then why not just be together then?” she pushed her wavy hair from one side to other. The gesture prompted me to admire her beautiful face and big lips for a minute. “I already know why, because you wanna be a hoe.”

  “Not a hoe, but I know how I am. If I run across a bitch that I wanna fuck, I want to be able to do so without upsetting you.”

  She moved from my chest and plopped her head onto the pillow.

  “Well just know that this will never happen again between us.”

  “So daddy can’t hit no more?” I rolled over and got in between her soft thighs before she could say anything. When I saw the glaze in her eyes, it made me feel some type of way. “How about I attempt to be on my best behavior for you.” I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. The look on her face got to me, and had me about to promise some shit I wasn’t sure I could do.

  “That’s all I want, is for you to try. I mean, we don’t know each other that well, so a relationship would take time anyways. I’m just asking that you try and see where this goes.”

  “You got it.”

  I lifted myself up, put on another condom, and pushed inside of her, making her whimper softly. Once I was all the way in, I lowered down and slipped my tongue into her mouth.

  Usually I succeeded in everything I put my mind to, but this shit, I didn’t know if I would.

  ***

  The next afternoon…

  “So what’s up with that girl you had in here yesterday?” my cousin Ishmael quizzed.

  He, along with my brothers and I, were sitting in the studio. I was about to have a session with Cardio in a bit, and since he liked an audience, some more people were coming through, namely Laine and her homegirls.

  “Chilling,” I replied, making all three of them suck their teeth.

  “For as long as I’ve known you, and that’s a long time because I knew you before you knew yourself. But you ain’t never took a girl out on a date, and twice? I need an explanation,” Chaz said.

  “Not to mention they kissed on the mouth,” Kordell added, licking the blunt paper so he could roll it. “Nigga don’t never kiss these hoes in public.”

  “Watch yo’ mouth when you speak on her, little bruh. But nah, she’s cool and we chilling. That’s all I’m gonna say right now.”

  About thirty minutes later, Cardio and his people showed up, then Laine, her other homegirl, and Rita’s hoe ass walked through. As soon as Laine stepped foot in here, she came right to me like she was supposed to, and leaned down to give me a kiss. I yanked her into my lap so that she was straddling me, and then attacked her sweet neck as memories of last night seized my mind.

  “Daddy wants you to come through later,” I whispered in her ear, before kissing it.

  Every part of her was sexy to me. She had on them tights bitches loved, and a top that had no straps and showed her stomach. She smelled so good as usual with her glowing golden complexion, and if I didn’t have respect for her, I would take her into the bathroom and bust her down real brief.

  “Why can’t I just leave with you?” she pouted.

  “You could, but I’m gonna be in here until late and I didn’t want to hold you up. But stay all night with me if you want, and then we can roll out.” I squeezed her perfectly round ass while biting my lip. Damn.

  “Okay.”

  I tapped her thigh so she could get up, and watched her walk away to sit next to Rita and her friend. Rita was watching me hard with a look on her face that I didn’t like at all.

  “You got a problem?” I hissed, making Cardio glance her way. He’d better get his bitch’s facial expressions in check before I did so.

  “Nigga, you the one with the problem, acting like you can’t stand me,” Rita spat.

  “I don’t care about you, and I would have to give a fuck to not stand you.”

  “You don’t care but I heard you called me a hoe,” she rolled her eyes and laughed.

  “Because you are, and a dirty ass one at that.”

  “Oh, so because I ain’t let you fuck I’m a dirty hoe? Boy, bye!”

  “Nah, because the homie said he finger banged you and his fingers stunk for a month. Now shut the fuck up so I can work, or stand your garbage pussy ass outside if you wanna keep talking.” I turned in my chair to face the soundboard. Her face showed how angry she was, but she knew better by this point.

  She was lucky I let her say what she’d said without emptying a clip in her dome. Muthafuckas knew to come out of their mouth correctly when speaking to me, but sometimes these hoes like Rita don’t because they think they’re untouchable. I would never hit or kill a woman, but a hoe? Most definitely.

  Ignoring the fact that everyone’s jaws were on the floor at my statement, and my brothers and cousin laughing, I gestured for Cardio to get in the booth. He did so, without even coming to his girl’s defense. That was in his best interest, because unlike Rita, he understood that testing me was like playing with fire.

  When I glanced over at pretty Laine, she gave me a smirk and I couldn’t help but to smile back before getting to work.

  Laine

&nbs
p; Two days later…

  Cassie, Rita, and I had just come from the mall because we all wanted to get something new for the party I was hosting for that Zaelyn guy. I was excited about the exposure and the money I was gonna make, but I wasn’t too keen on the fact that he would for sure try to be all over me. Zaelyn had his manager specifically contact me, and not Jude, so it was obvious he had plans for me. I just hoped that when I shut his ass down he didn’t take it to heart.

  “If I was a lesbian, I would for sure fuck with you,” Cassie laughed as she looked at the party flyer on Zaelyn’s Instagram. I chuckled at her, and at the comments I remembered Mischief making about it.

  “Chill, shawty,” I replied smiling, and then checked my phone since it was buzzing.

  Mischief: I’ma be hungry after the movies tonight.

  Me: I’m not cooking for you lol.

  Mischief: I won’t be hungry for that… I want you to RIDE my face… slowly.

  Nibbling on my lip, I reread the text a couple more times before replying.

  “I’m serious. Zaelyn is probably jacking off to this shit right now,” Cassie pulled me from my texts with Mischief.

  “Maybe so, but that’s all he’s gonna get from me so he’d better make it good.”

  “He’s sexy, I would fuck him,” Rita shrugged and sipped her drink. We were out to eat at Friday’s, after shopping at the Westfield mall nearby.

  “You know she ain’t checking for anybody since Mischief got in her panties,” Cassie smacked her lips.

  “That nigga, I can’t stand him. Trying to embarrass me in the studio,” Rita shook her head. “I don’t know what you bitches see in his rude ass.”

  Wasn’t she just saying she wanted to know what his dick was like?

  “He’s actually really nice, Rita, he just doesn’t like you,” I told her plain and simple.

  “Because I wouldn’t let him fuck me and I hate niggas like that. Just because you ain’t with something they all of sudden have a vendetta against you.”