“Damn, shawty, I’m grinding right now. I can’t leave. Ohhhh,” he said as I massaged his balls.
“Please, let’s spend some time together, boo. I will make it worth it.”
His dick was rock hard, and poking through his Nike sweatpants. “Damn, let me call Boa in here and we can leave.”
“Okay, baby.” I gave his dick another massage.
He walked out of the room, I guessed to get his boy. I took a glance at all the money. I wouldn’t dare touch a dollar because I knew this nigga was deadly, and I wasn’t going to lose my life over no money.
A few minutes later, he walked back into the room alongside his homeboy Boa. “You ready, babe?”
“Yeah, I am, daddy.”
We walked out of the house and we got into his Hummer truck. I hoped those bitches were gone, because the last thing I needed was for one of them to see me with this nigga. I wished sometimes that I wasn’t into bitches more, and that he didn’t have a bitch, because I would definitely try to be his bitch so I could get some of that money he had.
“Which hotel you tryin’a go to? You know I can’t risk getting seen.”
“It’s up to you. You the one who has to hide.” I started laughing.
“A’ight. I’ma go to the one on Staple Mills Road.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t care where we went as long as I got to fuck him so I could get some money. He pulled up at the hotel. I waited in the car while he went and paid for the room. A few minutes later, my phone started ringing. “Hello.”
“Come on, we in room 112.”
“Okay.”
The rooms were clean and well kept. I saw this nigga had taste. When I got to the room, he was already out of his clothes, and he only had on his boxers. He looked relaxed, just lying there on his back.
What the fuck? This man was looking scrumptious and at peace. I couldn’t help but slide back the white sheets that revealed his oversized stomach. I crawled in bed on my knees, with my chin lined up with his balls.
One thing I loved about my man was that he had swag and was confident with himself. His limp dick was need of my mouth or, in this situation, my suction cup to bring it back to life. I grabbed the base of this dick and kissed the head over and over until his shit was aroused.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” I spoke to his dick, kissing again for responding so properly. I spat on his dick, leaving it up good so it could slide down my throat with ease. I stretched out my tongue and twirled it around his head, licking every inch of his dick. I wrapped my mouth around his head and toyed with his head with my tongue.
“Hmmmm. Shit,” he moaned. His moaning had my pussy on fire. I worked my neck and mouth as if I were creating a new dance. “Ooooo, baby.” His fingers wrapped around my neck, assisting the movement of my head.
I sped up my neck motion, taking him down my throat, nearly gagging trying to swallow him whole. His hips were twisting in circular motions. I was sucking his dick so hard until my jawbones started hurting, but that didn’t stop me from trying to sucking his seeds out his dick.
“I’m cumming.”
I tried to break my neck slaving on his dick. I knew in the morning my ass was going to a have whiplash. “Aweee, shittt.”
I didn’t have time to spit his shit. Cum was running out of my mouth and down the side of my face. I kissed my way up his chest until I reached his lips.
“Ewww.” He moved his mouth.
“Nigga, it’s your shit.” I went back in for a kiss. We kissed passionately. My panties were still super soaking wet, and my pussy was starving for his dick like we were famished. We both had to have it, and I wanted it bad.
His dick was sticky but it didn’t matter because my pussy was wet and my panties were sticky. My pussy was crying out for dick and, after giving him a taste of himself, my hands were back on the base of his dick. I didn’t attempt to slide off my panties. I slid them over and stuck his dick on my pussy lips. “Sssss,” I moaned out loud as I eased down on his dick.
I placed both hands above his shoulders and leaned over. Tony’s hands ripped off my bra, revealing my chocolate milk titties. His wet tongue introduced itself to my dime-sized nipples. “Yesss.” I was loving his tongue twirling around my nipples. I ground on his dick, putting my back and ass into it. “Ohhhh, baby.” He matched my rhythm while sucking my titties. My hormones were fighting through my body, just like a prisoner wanting freedom.
Our pace sped up and sweat dripped down my face to my chin, and on to his bald head. “Ohhh, Tony. Yess.” I popped and locked my pussy on his dick.
“Ride this dick. Dammit, man.” Both his hands were squeezing my ass, tugging back and forth. “Yesss, bitch, whose dick is this?”
“Your dick, baby,” he panted between moans.
“Yes, daddy, my fucking dick.” I ground my hips harder and harder, feeling like I owned the world, making my own porn video. I arched my back, bracing my hands on his knees, and I let him drive me into ecstasy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I inhaled and exhaled, breathing easy.
This fat nigga’s dick was reaching my soul and I was enjoying every minute of it. I closed my eyes and twerked this pussy on him. I might not have been his bitch, but I bet you when he went home to that bitch he would be thinking about this pussy. That thought alone motivated me to ride this nigga with everything in me. He cuffed my ass and pulled me down onto him. I lowered my head on his chest, pushed my ass up in the air, and rode that dick like my life depended on it.
“Damn, shawty, you know how to make a big nigga feel good,” he said in between moans.
All along, I was thinking about how much money to ask him for. I mean, the dick was turnt up and everything, but money was my sole motivation behind this. I was tired of being broke and definitely tired of these bitches dissing me because they had a few dollars.
“Aarghhhh.” He gripped me tighter and held me with force. I knew he was coming and I thought about letting him come inside of me, but he threw me off before he exploded in his hands. I saw that nigga was playing no games, and he didn’t want to risk coming inside of me.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower so I could wash his scent off me. Not that he was stinking or anything, but ever since I was younger I hated that sex smell. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my clothes.
“You good, shawty?”
“Yes. I need some money from you.”
“I knew it was coming.” He chuckled. “How much do you need?”
“About two thousand.”
“Damn, shawty! You taxing a nigga, huh?”
“Not really, but you know it’s not cheap to maintain a good pussy,” I teased.
“You a trip, you know that? But, shit, yo’ ass performed like a beast today. Man, you had my dick thumping,” he said.
He went into his pocket and pulled out a knot. My mouth watered as he peeled off some bills and handed them to me. “A’ight, shawty, we got to go.”
“Thank you, and I’m ready.”
We got back into his truck and he pulled off. I was only too happy to have some money. After he dropped me off, my plan was to jump on the bus and hit the mall. Yup, this pussy got me paid.
“Yo, I got to pick up some blunt at the store real quick,” he said as he pulled over at the 7-Eleven. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
He walked off into the store and I logged into my Facebook. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cherry red Chrysler 300 pull in and park closely to his truck. I put my head back down to finish scrolling through Facebook.
“Who the fuck are you?” A female voice startled me.
“What, bitch, who are you?”
“Bitch, this is my man’s truck and what the fuck are you doing in here?”
That’s when it clicked in my head that she was talking about Tony.
“Bitch, why don’t you ask him who the fuck I—” Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a slap on my
face and this bitch grabbed me by my ponytail, pulling me out of the truck. I tried to get my hair out of this bitch’s grip so I could whup this ass real quick.
“Bitch, get the fuck off of me.” I used my strength to flip her. That wasn’t working, though, and this bitch was hitting me with blow after blow.
“What the hell are you doing, Lashia?” I heard Tony yell out.
“Nigga, fuck you! Who is this bitch? Is this the bitch you been fucking?”
“Nah, I told you I ain’t fucking nobody. I swear, baby, I’m faithful to you,” this bitch-ass nigga pleaded.
“Man, get this bitch off of me,” I yelled to him.
“Bitch, shut up!” he shot back.
I saw this nigga was trying to save face and wasn’t going to help me. I sank my teeth into the arm the bitch was holding me with.
“Ohhhh, bitch, I’m gonna kill you. This bitch just bit me,” she yelled.
I didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, I was fighting for dear life and needed this bitch to let me go.
“Man, get the fuck off her,” he yelled. He then grabbed me up. “Let her go now!” he screamed while he applied pressure on me.
Although I was reluctant to do so, I still did it because he was hurting me. He then let me go, and I lunged toward this bitch.
“Yo, shawty, what you doing?”
“Nigga, let me go! You ain’t said shit when that bitch was on me.” I tried to get past him.
“Nah, let this little bitch go. Let her get this ass whopping like a grown woman.”
“That’s right, bitch, a grown woman who love fucking your man,” I lashed out. At this point, I didn’t give two fucks about him or his bitch’s feelings.
“What? You was fucking this broken-down bitch?”
“Man, I ain’t fucking her. Shawty asked me for a ride and I gave to her. Tell her I ain’t fuck you, man,” he turned to me and said. He stared at me with the coldest set of eyes. I knew that it would mean trouble for me if I didn’t support what he was saying.
“Nah, we ain’t fuck.” I was pissed as fuck that I had to lie.
“Nigga, you and this bitch must think I’m a fool. I saw your ass when you pulled out of the hotel with the bitch. But it’s cool, ’cause I whup that bitch ass and I better not see you with her ass again.” She poked him in his face, then walked off.
“Baby, hold on.” He followed her like a sick puppy.
I touched my face, which was burning. That stupid bitch scratched my damn face. I swore this bitch only had the upper hand because she grabbed my hair. I looked on the ground and noticed my ponytail sitting there. That infuriated me worse.
“Man, you need to catch a cab to the crib,” he said as he hopped into his truck and took off behind the bitch’s car.
I hoped that I didn’t see anyone I knew, because I would have hated to see this on Facebook. I called Nay’s phone.
“Yo, what’s up?”
“Hey, Nay. I’m over here on Broad Street and just got in a fight. Can you pick me up?”
“Damn, bitch, I was just about to wash my car, but all right. Text me the number on Broad.”
“Thank you.”
I stood on the corner, waiting for her to come. I hoped this bitch would hurry the hell up. That’s when I remembered my money. My dumb ass forgot that I had a purse. I quickly walked over to where the fight took place, and I spotted my purse. I snatched it up and searched for my money. Thank God, it was all there. I would’ve been so mad if I had just gotten into all this shit and ended up with nothing.
I heard a horn honk. I looked and realized that it was Nay. I braced myself for all the questions that this nosey bitch was going to ask. I got into the car and she pulled off.
“Yo, what the hell happened? Did you get jumped?”
“Nah, it was one bitch.”
“Who the fuck is she?”
“Man, I don’t know who the bitch is; and I’m good. I whupped that ass good.”
“Damn, did you see your face? So, you telling me some random ho just ran up on you and scratched yo’ face up like this? That bitch need to be killed.”
“I said I’m good, Nay. You should see that bitch. Her ass is fucked up more than this.”
“Oh, okay. ’Cause you know I will bust a bitch in the head real fast.”
“I know but, trust me, your girl put a mark on that ass.”
“That’s what’s up, bitch; but you need to put some peroxide on your scratches. That bitch did a number on your face. I swear, I would’ve killed that bitch if she did that to my face. You know I don’t play about my face.”
Nay killed me with that conceited shit. That bitch acted like she was the prettiest bitch who walked this earth. “Stop at the dollar store. Let me grab some peroxide.”
After the dollar store, she dropped me off at home and I walked inside. I wasted no time. I rushed to the bathroom to look at my face in the mirror. I was shocked and angry all in one. This bitch scratched up my fucking face. That showed that the bitch couldn’t fight and had to scratch. I swore I didn’t care how Tony’s ass felt about it; I was going to fight that bitch again. Tears welled up in my eyes with thoughts of this bitch spreading lies out in the streets that she whooped my ass.
I cleaned up my face, and even though I had plans to go shopping I canceled them. My fucking head was thumping and my body was sore. I decided to take a hot shower and call it a night. Tomorrow was another day, and I swore I was going to deal with that bitch.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
London
Today was the day that they were laying my baby to rest. Last night, I couldn’t sleep because I kept seeing his face in my head. I rubbed my stomach as I put on the black dress that I decided to wear. Oh, how I wished he were here to see his baby when it was born. This fucking life was not fair, I thought as I grabbed my Michael Kors clutch. I swore I wasn’t ready, but I had to go.
I called Nay to see if she was ready. She told me she should be pulling up any minute. It was really appreciated that she decided to go along with me. I wasn’t ready to face this crowd, and these bitches who were claiming they were fucking with him. Don’t get me wrong, he probably was, but I knew what Keon and I shared was very special.
I heard a car horn honking, so I knew that was Nay’s ass. My girl did not like waiting for anyone. I walked out and locked the door.
“Hey, boo, you ready?”
I let out a long sigh, then looked at her. “Not really, but what can I do?”
She reached over and rubbed my hand. “Baby, you are stronger than you know. You gonna get through this. We are gonna get through it together.”
“Thank you, Nay. I swear, what would I do without you?”
“I don’t know, maybe go crazy.” She burst out laughing.
“I love you, chick, for real.”
“A’ight, bitch, quit wit’ all this emotional shit.” That was Nay; she hated when I got mushy. In my opinion, I thought she had a soft side up underneath all that tough skin.
“You want to know some funny shit that happened the day before yesterday?”
“What’s up?”
“Sheika ass called me saying she needed a ride. At first I didn’t feel like picking her up, but then the bitch told me she got to fighting, and you know my nosey ass had go pick her up. Bitch, when she got into the car, her ass was fucked up and her face had scratches all over it. Whoever she got into a fight with tore that ass up.”
“Are you serious? So, who did she get to fighting with?”
“Bitch, that’s what’s crazy. This bitch said it was a random bitch. I know she was lying.”
“That shit sound fishy. Any other time she got to fighting she would call one of us. So why is this time so different? What is this bitch hiding? I told you, I don’t like the way she’s been moving lately.”
“I tried to get the information from her, but she insists that she didn’t know the bitch who attacked her.”
“Hmmm, sound fishy to me. Oh, well, that’s her busines
s if she wants to keep it a secret.”
I noticed that we were pulling up at Good Shepherd Baptist Church. I started to feel ill, and my stomach got queasy. I tried to coach myself, but it wasn’t working. I noticed the line was long as hell. There was every kind of car out here. Mostly cars the dope boys drove. It was like a celebrity was getting buried. But I wasn’t surprised at all. Keon was well known in his hood and all around Richmond. Most niggas respected him because of his thoroughness; and the few who didn’t fuck with him was all because of jealousy.
“Damn, the hood came out, didn’t they? This is beautiful how they showing love to one of their fallen soldiers.”
“I’m scared, Nay. I don’t know I am going to face him.”
Before she could respond, my phone started ringing. I noticed it was Keon’s brother. I quickly answered the phone, trying my best to choke back the tears. “Hello.”
“Yo, are you here?”
“Yes. We are all the way back here, trying to find a parking space.”
“Mama wanted me to get you so you can sit with us.”
I was shocked to hear that, because the only time I saw her was at the hospital that day and we didn’t even exchange a word. “Okay. I’m in a Lexus. We all the way by the Dumpsters.”
“On my way to you.”
I said to Nay, “That was Keon’s brother. His mother wants him to get me so I can sit with them.”
“Go ahead, wifey. Now you see? You were Keon’s heart. Even his mama know it.”
“Hey, boo, I am going to get out right here so I can go with him. Are you gonna be all right?”
“Go ahead. I’m going to wait to see if I can find a parking space. I’ll be in there shortly.”
I got out of the car and waved to Deon. When we met up, he grabbed me up in a tight hug. That was when the tears started rolling down my face. I knew it was messing up my makeup, but I did not give a damn.
“You ready?”
We walked past a lot of people I knew from around the way. There were also a lot of strange faces. I peeped a few bitches shooting dirty looks my way, but I didn’t entertain them. Today was all about Keon and no one could take that away.
We walked into the packed church. I felt nauseous and my feet felt weak. I stood there as if I couldn’t take another step. “Come on, I got you,” Deon assured me.
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