“Move, bitch,” I hissed before following after Draylah, who was rushing towards the back of the VIP area like she knew where she was going. “So you mad now?” I turned her to face me, and then hemmed her up against the dark wall.
“Move, Ricky.” She nudged me with a somber look on her face.
“Baby, you know I only said that shit because you said it to me.” I hovered over her against the wall.
“You can’t say that to me! I love you, and it hurts my feelings!” she spat.
“I love yo’ ass too!” I barked back, and then calmed down. “Listen to what we’re yelling at each other.” I smirked, and so did she. “You know you fine as fuck. Looking like you leave niggas on read every day.” I cheesed and witnessed a soft smile tugging at her lips just before I leaned down to kiss them. “I tell you all the time that you’re the prettiest female I don’ ever seen. And you got the personality to match. You more than all that.”
“What about that girl?”
“With the washboard ass and no hips? Fuck I’m gon’ do with her ass? Floss my teeth?”
Draylah laughed heartily before pressing her back into the wall. That only prompted me to get more in her space, before picking her up. She locked her legs around my waist and then her arms around my neck.
“You’re more than all that too, and that’s why I’m not letting you go anywhere, nigga.” Draylah rolled her neck playfully before kissing me.
“You ain’t going no fucking where, either.” I bit my lip as I loosened my belt buckle.
“I’m serious, Ricky.”
“I’m serious too.” I kissed on her neck, before sucking it, causing her to moan out. “Now who you not gon’ let fuck, huh?” I pushed her panties to the side after bringing my dick through my boxer’s hole.
“Mmm,” Draylah whimpered when I pushed my way into her tight walls and began pounding her shit as we stood against the wall.
“This my fucking pussy, Draylah, and I’m always gon’ have access to my pussy, right?” I continued to beat it up while gripping her ass cheeks in my hand so that I could go as deep in her pussy as possible with each pound.
“Yes!” she whimpered loudly, almost drowning out “Do You” by Miguel, which was playing in the club currently. “Rickyyyy, I—I’m cumming… oh… my gosh…” Her voice went a couple octaves higher as she dug her nails into my shoulders, which were thankfully protected by the thickness of my shirt.
It was dark where we were, but because we were damn near one, it was easy to see each other. I sucked on her lips, digging her sopping wet pussy out like a champion pussy pounder right here in the club. Draylah rained on my dick again, making me go harder in the paint, liking the sound of my dick penetrating her feverishly.
“Fuck, baby, cum on your dick again,” I growled, tonguing her down as she sniveled and cried into my mouth.
I tightened my grip on her ass and went harder, damn near yanking that orgasm out of her, before I let loose all inside of her.
“Baby…” Draylah panted along with me. “It’s never a dull moment with you.” She bit her lip as she eyed me erotically.
I said nothing before slipping my tongue back into her mouth.
***
The next night…
My trial was coming up, so it was time to start taking niggas out that had fucked with me. I’d found out where the guards who jumped me lived, and I was able to pop one of them from afar, just like I’d done Bryen’s ass. However, the muthafucka I was gon’ body tonight was the one that stabbed me, so I wanted shit to be a little bit more up close and personal.
“What the fuck is that?” I heard him say when he walked into his home and closed the door. You damn right I was smoking a blunt in this nigga’s house. In a minute, me getting blazed would be the least of his fucking worries.
“Took you long enough.” I cut on the lamp and ashed my blunt into his couch since I was finished.
WHAM!
Upon seeing me, he darted towards the cordless phone. “Ah!” he cried out when I bashed the fuck out of his hand, loving the way that shit sounded when it cracked. “Oh fuck,” he cried, holding it while still hanging onto the grocery bag he’d brought in with the other hand.
Standing to my feet, I said, “Oh, now you ain’t so tough no more, nigga? What happened to the big bad ass nigga that was stabbing muthafuckas in prison, huh?”
“If you do something to me, you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison, nigga! Leave now and save yaself.”
“Oh, them niggas got you thinking they give a fuck about you?” I bucked my eyes before bellowing in laughter. “Shut yo’ ass up and take this bullet like a man, muthafucka.” I took my gun with the silencer attached from the back of my waist.
“Don’t—”
PHEW! PHEW!
Per usual, I put two in his head and watched as his big ass body dropped. I dialed up my people to come get him, and let them in through the back. After we wiped the place down, I left his spot feeling accomplished. Now that I had them niggas out of the way, there was one more I needed, and that would have my ass really grinning then.
Chapter Nine: Bia
Court hearing…
The day was finally here where I would find out whether or not my restraining order against Qamar was going to be granted or not. I still couldn’t believe that I had to do this, but I had to face facts, and the fact remained that Qamar was dangerous towards me. I didn’t tell Kito what he’d done to me exactly, because I knew he’d kill him, but I just let him know Qamar was bothering me, which got Qamar beat up. I hadn’t planned to tell Kito, but when he saw I was looking to take out a restraining order against Qamar, he demanded to know why. And after handling that drug dealer of Qamar’s, I didn’t want any more blood on Kito’s hands.
I never thought in a million years that Qamar would attempt to rape me, for the second time, and even after I told him that I was pregnant. I wasn’t sure how many times God had to show me that he cared nothing about me or my wellbeing and only about what benefitted him. And because of that, I couldn’t risk my child’s life or mine over a man that I honestly didn’t even want around me anyway. Had he been successful in raping me that night, I probably would have miscarried, which I’m sure was his plan.
I used to think that maybe one day, things would click for Qamar and that he would grow up and realize that the way he lived his life was of a reckless child. But over time, I began to understand that I was hoping and praying for the wrong thing. Qamar indeed needed to grow up, but he needed to change as well. Qamar, no matter how much he matured, was naturally a selfish person, and he could only care about someone to an extent. No amount of therapy, medication, or maturing would make him be the man I’d expected him to be because it just wasn’t him.
Everyone was different, and unfortunately, Qamar was not the type of guy to be a good father to his children, or to be a good man to his woman. Qamar was meant to be Qamar, a self-serving, rich rapper whose only focus was himself. And I wasn’t here to run myself into the ground to try to change that. There were women who had no problem with his ways, hence the young girl seated behind him in the room today. God bless her.
I realized I was never attracted to Qamar, but more so to the fantasy man that I thought he could turn into one day; the fantasy of the man I wanted. I was thankful of God and how He led me out of the darkness and right into the light that is Kito. Kito was already everything I could ask for, and I didn’t have to wish for him to morph into someone else. It’s crazy that I almost foolishly spent my days being with a nigga that I truthfully didn’t even want to be with. How dumb was that?
Hell, two years ago, had someone told me I’d have a new man that loved me so good it was ridiculous and that I’d be pregnant with his child, I would have laughed.
“Alright. After looking over the evidence presented here, I am going to definitely grant the restraining order requested, but for seven years,” the judge finally made his decision after having everyone stand.
To support my case, my lawyer played him the countless voicemails of Qamar threatening me, and I guess the judge found it to be worse than even I thought. I’d only requested four years because my lawyer and I agreed that it was more than enough time for Qamar to completely forget about me. However, seven years was what was just granted, which blew my mind.
“Almost a decade? For what?” Qamar hissed.
“Mr. Hampton, do not yell out in my court like that again,” the judge stated sternly. “I have chosen the time of seven years due to multiple factors, one being your lengthy history of violence towards women, and the obvious obsession you have with Miss George here. You got rid of a cocaine addiction and picked up a new addiction. Also, the fact that you even care this much about how much time is being placed between you two, shows me that you are still very much obsessed and that I’ve made the right decision.”
“Your Honor—”
“Court is adjourned.” The judge banged his gavel and then hopped up without another word.
My lawyer and I hugged tightly and then we left out, meeting up with Kito who was in the courtroom the whole time. I could hear Qamar behind me, letting his lawyer have it.
When Kito and I got close, I hugged him tightly, caressing his fresh fade and inhaling his scent. I loved everything about this man, and he was what I’d been begging God for, for years. For a minute, I thought God was ignoring me, but like always, He eventually came through. Kito had his flaws like everyone else, but it was menial things that didn’t even amount to his strengths.
Kito pulled back some to kiss me gently a few times, and then he and I left out of the courthouse hand in hand. Today had been a beyond great day.
***
A week later…
Kito had gone home from work early today because he was helping my mom and sister move into our back house. Yes, he and I were able to purchase a beautiful duplex in Beverly Hills now that we’d been doing our own large accounts at the firm.
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be making over $150,000 a year, but here I was. And to know I did it all on my own just made it that much more satisfying for me. Also, I was now living only a breath away from my best friends, which was a big plus.
I was finally off, so I texted Kito asking if I should pick up something since it was Friday, or if he wanted to order a pizza. However, I’d gotten no response, which I found to be odd. I decided on my own that I would order a pizza, and left work to head home.
Pulling into my driveway, I shut off my car and just stared at the home that actually had my name on the title.
“Look at what mommy was able to do,” I spoke to my small bulge, as I rubbed it gently before getting out of the car.
I hit my alarm and tread up my driveway, before entering my home and putting the alarm on.
“Kito!” I called out in the foyer, before I realized some soft music was playing. I followed the sound to the den and before I could call Kito’s name again, I saw him standing there with the fireplace blazing. He looked so handsome with his fine chocolate ass, even though he was only wearing sweats and a t-shirt.
“Come here,” he spoke softly.
“What is this?” I smiled, finally seeing the candles lit and rose petals everywhere. The bucket of chocolate covered strawberries caught my eye too.
“Have a seat, beautiful.” Kito pulled the chair out that was at the table with some silver platters. Turning my chair outward, he dropped down, catching me off guard. “I always told myself I would never have a baby mama, meaning I would never get a female pregnant who wasn’t my wife.”
“It’s a little late for that.” I giggled.
“Right.” He grinned. “But it has a different meaning now. So since you’re carrying my baby, and since no other woman has made me feel the way you do, and since I love you, and the pussy is phenomenal… I was wondering if you’d be my wife, Bia.”
“Kito.” I covered my mouth to inspect the ring he’d revealed to me.
“I’ve had this shit for a month now but didn’t know how to ask. That’s why I had to leave work early and shit, to get this right.” He laughed.
“It’s perfect, baby, and of course I will marry you,” I whined as he slid the ring down onto my hand. “Oh my gosh! Where is my phone? I have to take a picture!” I shot up from the chair, making Kito laugh, as my mom, Kito’s mom, and Taya entered the den. I didn’t even see them, and I guess that was on purpose.
“Congrats, Bia!” Taya shrieked before rushing to me and giving me a hug. I kissed her forehead, and shut my eyes for a second, happy as hell that we’d gotten over that sisterly rough patch.
“Thanks, T.” I let her go.
“I’m so happy for you, baby.” My mother cooed before hugging me and then immediately pulling away to gaze down at my diamond.
She moved away some so Kito’s mother, Katrina, could hug me, while my mom and Taya loved on Kito.
“Oh, and I did not need to hear that pussy part in the proposal, Kito,” Katrina scolded her son, making us chuckle.
After sending a photo to my friends, I spent the rest of the night celebrating with my family. Once everyone wound down, Kito ran me a bath, and then we got in the bed so he could rub my body down with warming oil.
“Baby, I love you.” I half-smiled as I watched him massage my foot.
“I love you more.” He finished and then came up to kiss my bulge. “And you too.”
Climbing off the bed and removing his boxers, he got in between my legs and dipped his tongue into my mouth. Placing my legs in the nooks of his arms, he positioned his head at my opening before pushing his way inside, filling me up.
“Baby,” I cried as he rocked in and out of me, making love to every part of my body. No matter how fast or how slow, Kito could always make me cum quickly as hell.
Just as the thought of how good this felt crossed my mind, I released on him as he sucked my nipples hungrily.
“Shit, Bia,” Kito grumbled, placing one of my legs on his shoulders and speeding up.
His mother was spending the night, but our house was big, and this dick was too good for me not to moan. I wasn’t even a loud moaner, at least I thought I wasn’t until Kito. For some reason, this man was hitting spots that had me yelping uncontrollably and loudly.
“Ahhh, oooh!” I cried out, taking every stroke Kito hit me with, and trying to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.
I came again, and he slowed down some while kissing me, before pinning my hands to the bed and pulverizing my pussy until we both exploded.
For the next ten minutes, we laid there breathing and kissing, allowing our hearts to beat against one another’s and at the same pace. He then lied on his back, before I began to kiss down his six pack to take his dick into my mouth.
So now I understood… This was bliss.
***
Some odd days later…
Today we were helping Draylah pick out a wedding dress, and some bridesmaids’ dresses. She had a couple Vera Wang dresses, which weren’t cheap at all, and if she didn’t like the one they had, she would get another one made by the designer herself.
“Ladies, would you like some champagne?” the older lady named Lara helping us out asked, as we all sat down in the bridal room.
“No thank you,” I replied.
“Yes, please,” Virginia and Kattlyn basically said together.
Chuckling, Draylah asked for some champagne as well, before rubbing her hand across my stomach.
As we waited for the champagne, another worker came out offering us some snacks, and you know my ass took advantage of that. As we talked amongst ourselves, eating the snacks and sipping champagne/water, Lara started bringing the dresses out.
They turned the TV on for us, and I saw it was the local news. I didn’t pay it much attention, but Isla’s picture caught all of our eyes.
“What the fuck?” Kattlyn mumbled as she grabbed the remote nearby to turn the volume up.
“Former girlfrie
nd of rapper MG, Isla Tyree, was found dead this morning alongside rapper Don, real name Donald Issacs. The pair was found in Isaccs’ home with two gunshots to the head each. The child Tyree shared with MG was thankfully not in the home, and neither was the child Tyree shared with another man. A suspect was apprehended, however…”
Tuning out the rest of the news, the four of us looked at one another, completely floored.
Micah
One month later…
I was at my mom’s crib since she was making some cookies that had been my favorites since I was little nigga. Anytime she told me she was baking them, I made sure to bring my ass over here. Kattlyn came as well, because my mom was acting like she couldn’t live without Kattlyn these days.
I thought my mom despised wild women, because she couldn’t stand who Isla had become, but something about Kattlyn had her; Kattlyn had me too, so I guess I couldn’t be too surprised.
“These are good like always, Ma,” I said after biting into one of the moist ass cookies.
“Yes, they’re perfect, Mrs. Gaines.” Kattlyn smiled shyly with her little fake ass. I chuckled at the sight.
“Thanks, babies.” My mom cheesed widely as she removed the rest of the cookies from the pan and placed them in a cookie jar.
“Well if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Kattlyn got up from the bar and left the kitchen.
“Aye, Ma, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“About court today?”
“Nah, something much… smaller, I guess.” I looked up from the napkin I’d rested my cookies on.
“Okay. What’s going on, sweetheart?” She placed the jar of cookies on the counter.
“Aight, so you know how Qamar is basically going through with signing his son over, and the newest baby mama is allowing him to do the same with their child. For some reason, when I hang with him, it don’t feel right. I’m just trying to see it from another perspective. Is it aight for me to distance myself from that nigga, or is it none of my business?”
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