Jaded 2: Broken Love Series

by Renee Tyler

  “You sure you weren’t pillow talking with Alexis’ tramp ass?” Dame asks, interrupting my reverie. Dame’s ignorant ass was starting to piss me off trying to push my buttons. What did he take me for? Alexis and Mila were friends, and that caused some of Alexis and I’s problems. Reggie would tell Mila shit that I wouldn’t speak on or talk about with Alexis. I always saw a woman as the weaker vessel, so I wasn’t too much into expressing business matters with her. When Mila would run her mouth to Alexis about what Reggie said, Alexis would accuse me of being cold and emotionally closed off. She probably wasn’t too far off.

  I hadn’t realized that I must have been mugging my uncle until I heard, “Damn. Don’t look at me like that. I just had to ask. Man, you light-skinned cats are so sensitive.”

  “Man, I got your light-skinned.” I shake my head. I swear, my uncle is old enough to be my father and is actually a year older than my father. However, he acts like he’s my age or younger. He was always a jokester. There’s very few moments when you’ll catch Dame serious. Sometimes his personality is refreshing; then there’s other times when it’s annoying as hell. Dame walks to the window and looks through the blinds.

  “What the hell is Jordan doing sitting outside? I swear, ya’ll asses over do everything. We talking about Reggie’s punk ass here. He’s not a threat. I trust Jo-Jo. I thought you would have told him of all people that I gave you the money, though I’m sure he figured it out.” He opened the front door. “Jo-Jo. Man, if you don’t get your ass in here. What the fuck you doing sitting out here like we under attack?” he laughs. Jordan ducked down, stuffing his tall—wide frame through the door. He and Dame gave one another pound and a half-hug.

  “So this was ya’ll boy. Ya’ll don’t have any idea where he could be?” I shook my head. I guess I’d underestimated Reggie. I never thought he’d be able to dodge my uncle.

  “I’m going to have Jesse look into it. See if he made some purchases on some properties in the last few years in his name, or anyone else’s name.” My uncle shakes his head.

  “You know I already checked into that shit. There’s nothing my people have been able to find.”

  Jordan took a seat on the sofa. “Aye. You need to get with Mila. See what you can get out of her,” Jordan says as he stretches out his long legs. I nod my head in agreement.

  “Speaking of Mila. What the fuck the nephew doing? Putting baby batter in that gutter broad? I blame you for that one,” he says, pointing at me. “Troy. You supposed to make sure the nephew knew all about her. You coddle him and Derrick too much. You don’t let them fall for them ole loose booty ass females,” he says, rolling marijuana through his thumb and index finger, breaking it up so he can roll it in the cigar paper that he has sitting beside it.

  “Man, I did. He knows you’ve hit that, knows she a coke head…everything. He still messing around with her.” I dropped into the loveseat. “Dame, why I catch them fucking on the sofa in the living room, and without a rubber? Talking about because she’s pregnant.” Dame’s eyes bulge and his mouth drops.

  “What the hell is wrong with Jason?” He dramatically throws his arms up in the air and runs his hands down his face. “You know you go have to get rid of that sofa now, don’t you? That shit’s contaminated.” He curls up his lip, then continues sealing the cigar paper that was now filled with marijuana.

  “Already on it. I had it replaced the next day. Nasty ass knew we were having everybody over for Thanksgiving.”

  “What the hell is Jay thinking? I’m going to have to talk to my nephew. It’s some females you just have to pass on, and Mila is one of them. She’s been more than ran through. It’s some miles clocked on that pussy,” he said as fired the blunt and took a couple of pulls and released the pungent smoke into the air.

  “Shit, it was almost ten years ago when me and Reggie ran a train on her. I can’t imagine that the box is still any good,” he said, taking another pull. “Must. Be. If. Nephew. Sprung. Huh?” he says as he attempts to talk and try to hold as much of the thick smoke in his lungs as he can. He points the blunt towards Jordan, who shook his head. He didn’t even extend the invitation to me. He knew I didn’t touch anything that could alter my thinking or slow me down. I drank, but that was about it. I even kept that to a minimum. I’d watched my mother struggle with drugs almost all my life. Reggie would always say it was because I was too much of a control freak to let anything control me. Reggie lied about many things, but that was the truth.

  Dame’s eyes were low, and he ran his hand through his beard.

  “She must have had one of those rejuvenation surgeries. Wait…when I think about it, that shit wasn’t tight ten years ago. Yeah, she had to get that monkey fixed.” I stop chewing on the thumb nail and look up at Dame. I had to laugh. I can’t believe this cat is still thinking about Mila’s old blew out box. Dame laughs to himself as he seems to recall a time in his head. He must really be high, because Dame over there being all nostalgic about Mila.

  “What’s kind of weed is that, Dame?” I ask, smiling at his ass as he picks his head up from the back of the sofa, and stares at me with low hung eyes.

  “Man. Fucking cat piss. My nigga from Detroit brought it when he came down. Why?” He tilted his head with a questioning glare.

  “Fuck, are you looking at me like that for Dame?” I question. I know he don’t think I went all this time without using drugs only to start now. “Fuck you asking for. You trying to hit?” I suck my teeth. That’s why I don’t touch weed. It’s affecting his ability to think sensibly already. He knows better.

  “Naw man, I’m asking because your ass over there with Drake playing in ya head. Reminiscing about Mila. You feeling some type of way.” I watch as the question erases from his face and mirth fills his eyes, then laughter erupts from Dame. He pushes the ash tray away that houses the remainder of his blunt.

  “Man. I can’t fuck with that shit,” he says, taking his hand down his face as if he can wipe his high away. “Damn. Nephew, am I really on some Drake shit? You know I’m not thinking about Mila funky booty ass, or her blew out box. I hate the nephew got caught up though.” Jordan and I glance over at one another, then stare back at Dame. He’s still trying to wipe his high off.

  “I wish I had my phone right now. Unc over there tripping,” Jordan says as we have a few laughs at Dame’s expense.

  When Dame’s high began to come down, we sat around and kicked it for a moment. Damon cracked a few more jokes and reminisced about the days when we were wild, then we finally parted ways. I need to get back so I can see how L’oriel is, and speak with my lawyer and PR team.

  When I walk through the door, the aroma of beef is in the air and L’oriel has Beyoncé’s “Blow” blasting throughout the house. My brothers must not be here, I think to myself as I watch her rock her hips while she mashes something inside of a pot. She’s in a pair of leggings, her round ass moving to the beat. When she bends over mimicking a move Beyoncé did in the video while leaning against the counter, my dick swells at the sight of her curved cheeks sweeping side to side. I watch until I feel my rod trying to escape. I have to approach her. I put my arms around her, causing her to jump.

  I didn’t realize how much I need her to calm me until this moment. Though I was laughing and joking with my uncle and Jordan, my mind is working overtime with trying to figure out how I can stomp out this flame before it becomes a fire. Just seeing her in my home preparing a meal for me, attempting to satisfy a need that she’s anticipating, my heart swells triple the size of my cock. Just knowing that my lady is taking care of me with nothing else in mind besides making sure I’m taken care of, I only know one way to express myself.

  “Stay just like that,” I say in her ear as I push her forward again, causing her to arch her back. I bend and bring my hands around to her round, pert breasts. Shit, she isn’t wearing a bra. I pull and twirl her hardening nipples threw my fingers. When they become hard, I move my hands from under her sweatshirt and flick my tongue on the ba
ck of her neck; her breath catches. When I trace a path with my tongue from her neck to her ear, she still hasn’t taken a breath.

  “Breathe baby,” I say as I brush my tongue over her ear. I catch her lobe between my teeth, causing L’oriel to release a shuttering breath.

  I return to her supple breasts, kneading them and kissing her neck just above her shoulder. I release her breasts and move my hands down her slender waist, and over the curve of her hips. While my lips and tongue stay busy between her collar, neck, and ear, I move my right hand toward the elastic band of her leggings. Slipping my hand inside past the elastic, I let the palm of my hand slowly pass her soft little triangle of curls. I love that she isn’t completely bare. She keeps hair off her thick lower lips; that allows me to have unfettered access to her pearl. The hair that remains, I’ve grown a fondness for rubbing my palm over it.

  When I put my hands further in her panties, I hiss as her essence coats my fingers. When I press my finger into her tight cavern, her knees buckle. I hold her tight to keep her from moving. While working my finger in and out of her slickened heat, I can feel her orgasm starting to mount. I loosen my hold, testing to see if I can let her go long enough to free myself and put on a rubber. When she stands in place enjoying what my fingers were doing to her, I grab a rubber from my pocket and hold it in my mouth as I free myself.

  L’oriel begins clenching my fingers right on time. I give her a moment, allowing the sensitivity of her clit to subside. When she’s good, I use my right hand that’s still inside of L’oriel’s panties and leggings to pull both her panties and leggings them down her legs. When they’re pooled around her ankles, I assist her with stepping out.

  As I kneel assisting while she’s pulling her feet free, I look up and see her fat pussy lips and thighs coated in her essence. My mouth waters and my rod that was already painfully hard jumps, making sure I acknowledge its need to be buried inside of L’oriel. My tongue darts out from my mouth wanting the same thing my cock wants. It’s like they are both contending on which will get to dive in first. I lean forward. When I smell her delectable scent emanating from her sweet pussy, my tongue wins; I dive in, lapping up her juices from behind. She seems tenses a little uncomfortable initially. I’ve never tasted her treasure from behind. When I swipe my tongue across her bud as if I was licking my lips, she gives into the feeling and sits into it, then she begins pushing her sex into my face. My dick jumps again, refusing to allow me to forget about it.

  I stand, entering L’oriel’s slick canal in one swift motion. I allow her a moment to adjust to my size. Once the tension in her tight walls eases, I piston into her, alternating between long even thrusts and driving into her balls deep, smacking my pelvis into her soft cheeks. I tightly grip her hips. I know I’m going to leave a mark. However, I need this. I bend my knees and begin digging in, giving her somewhat of an upward thrust, her muscles contract and almost knock my rhythm off, but alert me that her orgasm is near. She tries to run from me.

  “Uhn. Uhn. Where you’re going? Take this dick,” I say as I tighten my hold on her hips. I don’t want her to run from what I’m trying to give her. I’ve never received so much pleasure from ensuring that the female I was with was satisfied. I want L’oriel’s little ass sprung, cause my ass sure was.

  She’s never had all of me like this, with me stroking her like this. However, I need her right now in the worst way. I need to get lost in her. I also need to convey to her how I’m feeling. This is the only way I know how to do it. I hope she doesn’t need coddling. I’m being far from gentle, and right now I don’t think I can. I know she’s good when L’oriel moans my name as her arms shake from trying to support her upper body against the kitchen counter, then her legs rubber band as she coats me with her nectar.

  My mind is telling me maybe I should slow down and give her a moment to compose herself. However, my wood has other plans. My pelvis continues to smack into the meaty flesh of L’oriel’s plump ass. Between the slickened sound of me moving inside of her tight canal and the sound of my flesh hitting hers, it’s all sends me to the moon.

  I center her hips again after she tries to take off once more. Now that I know that it excites her and I can make her cum with this much intensity from this position without any clitoral stimulation, my balls tighten and I can feel my orgasm building all the way from the tips of my toes, all just from thinking about the amount of trust she’s finally put in me to be this relaxed with me during sex. L’oriel was like a virgin the first time we made love, unsure of herself, insecurity showing. I saw her coming out of her shell in the Bahamas. She had officially turned me out.

  Whew, the head she gave me was outstanding. She said she’d never done it before, and I’m going to go ahead and take her word for it but damn, she was a vacuum. I’ve had some bomb ass pussy and head in my lifetime. I swear, I never paid a broad for sex, but L’oriel sucked a couple stacks out of me. When she was done, I was laying there thinking what else I could buy her ass.

  I firmly pulled L’oriel’s hips into me as my wood convulsed inside her. I had to brace myself on the counter to prevent falling on her as I caught my breath and wondered if my seeds would ever stop spilling out of me. If I wasn’t wearing a rubber, L’oriel would have gotten pregnant on this kitchen counter. I try to pull back, but my head is too sensitive to even slide out of her so I somehow manage to get us both safely to the floor.

  Each of us are quiet for several moments, separately in our own thoughts. L’oriel wiggles, signaling me and letting me know she needs me to release her. I remove my arm from over her waist, releasing her from my arm that feels as if it weighs a ton.

  I flinch when L’oriel shifts and slides up, causing my wood to leave its warm cavern. I must have shown some type of discomfort on my face, because L’oriel immediately asks if I’m okay.

  “Yeah. I’m good,” I respond. My look of discomfort wasn’t because she’d hurt me when she moved. It’s because for the first time, I wish we didn’t have a barrier between us.

  I’d just experienced the most mind numbing orgasm ever with the woman I love and now realize that she not only loves me, but trusts me. My need to constantly be in control had somewhat robbed me of this opportunity for us to grow closer.

  “Well hello to you too,” L’oriel finally says; she shifts so I’m able to cradle her in my arms. She looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes, boring into me.

  “Hey,” I say, smiling down at her and smoothing her hair away from her face.

  “You miss me or something?” she asks, returning my smile.

  “Yeah, something like that.” I bend to kiss her full lips.

  She begins drawing figure eights on my chest. I figure she must do this when she wants to talk to me about something, or when she has something on her mind. I’ve noticed every time she’s initiated a serious conversation between us, she starts tracing hearts, circles, and figure eights.

  “You wanna talk to me about what I saw on the news today?” she asks, looking into my eyes, trying to gauge my emotions. I put on my poker face.

  “What did you see?” I quiz. I want to see how she’s going to come at me about this bullshit with Reggie. Fucking Reggie. I really wish my uncle would let me make him disappear. We live too close to swamps to have niggas that can’t take a L and gone about their business.

  “That your business was purchased with drug money as well as being used to clean you and your uncles drug money,” she says as she searches my eyes again. I can see all types of cogs turning in L’oriel’s mind. I don’t need her running from me again. I trust that L’oriel isn’t a snitch. However, she’s looking really skittish right now. If I tell her my uncle gave me the money and that was it, I’m not sure she’d believe me. Besides, I don’t tell people what my uncle does for a living. If you around and you figure it out or he tells you, that’s one thing. However, I don’t go around discussing how my uncle makes his money, and since it was implied that my uncle sells drugs and uses my record label as a wa
y to clean his dirty money, telling L’oriel that he gave it to me would be like me telling her what he does.

  So here I am. I’ve bust a nut deep from within my soul and realized my lady is finally starting to trust me. Now she’s asking me questions that I can’t give her the answers to. It just makes me want to take Reggie’s ass out even more. His ass talking and running his mouth is about to make me lose this little bit of trust that I gained with her, and had to work my ass off to get.

  I can see it in L’oriel’s eyes. She’s looking for answers and expecting me to give them. Knowing the way she likes to run, I may have to chase her down to get her to stay and just chill out, and be here with me while this storm passes. I know I hooked the books up a long time ago. However, me knowing that Dame gave me the money has me paranoid, wondering if I missed something. I can’t go back and fix anything now.

  “Naw, I’m good, it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m not worried. I’m good, little girl,” I say as I divert my eyes and hope she doesn’t pick up on my discomfort. I’m glad she doesn’t continue to push. She places a gentle kiss on my lips. I lift her off me and hand her the panties and leggings I stripped from her. I awkwardly get up from the floor as my pants and boxers were somehow wrapped and twisted around my ankles.

  I head into the half bath off the kitchen, tie off and flush my rubber, grab a wash cloth, and clean myself off and wash my hands. L’oriel comes in, and I hand her a warm wash cloth. She cleans herself and washes her hands as well.

  “Dinner will be ready in a minute. I’m making steak bites with a mushroom au jus sauce. I was putting the finishing touches on the potatoes to make garlic mashed potatoes when you attacked me; oh, and broccoli.”