Falling For A Hood King

by Shvonne Latrice

  "Shit, ma, ahhh, I'm bout to nut," he moaned, sounding like he was about to have an asthma attack.

  He stared down at me, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He slowly wound his hips into my mouth, and I took every stroke no matter how far he went. Lucy's little class using big stick popsicles really helped.

  "Fuck. Fuck," he moaned as I felt a warm liquid spill down my throat. I bobbed down once more, and cleaned it all off his dick. Once I got to the tip, I sucked softly but strongly. "Nat, ahh, oh," he whimpered like a little kitten.

  As soon as I stood up, he rushed me into the wall and tongued me down. He licked on my neck and collarbone, and then lifted me up in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as I let his thick dick fill me up. I wrapped my arms around his strong biceps and back, as he plowed into me at a perfect pace.

  "Ahhh Julius, I'm cumming."

  "Me too ma, fuck. Why is this pussy so good?" he asked no one in particular.

  The sound of our wet skin smacking together and our moans was like music to my ears. Right as I came on his dick, he exploded into me. We kissed for a couple minutes, in the same position, before he finally let me down. We bathed, and then exited the shower to get ready for the first part of our day.

  "Natalia, that was hands down the best head I've ever gotten ma," Julius said as he looked over his short, curly fade in the big bathroom mirror. His towel was wrapped around his waist, and his strong back, chest, and perfect abs glistened.

  "Good, I don't want you going nowhere else for it,” I said as I neared him for a hug.

  "Nah, you wifey. You know that. I'm all about you, baby girl," he said, looking down into my eyes.

  "You promise?" I asked sincerely.

  "I promise, I'm gon’ make you my wife one day. Especially now that I know how good you can suck a nigga up. That pussy and that mouth is mine," he smirked, with his fine ass. He dropped down and kissed my stomach, then headed out to finish dressing.

  I smiled after hearing he was serious about me. I never thought I'd hear Julius say he loved me, and that he planned to make me his wife. We were only 17 and 20, so I knew it wouldn't be for a while, but still. This was the man that I loved more than anything, and to know he felt the same made me all giddy inside.

  Once we were dressed, we went shopping at the Beverly Hills mall, or the Beverly Center as Julius called it. Everything in this mall was expensive as hell, but I guess these Californians were used to it. Back in Indiana, anything more than $40 was expensive as hell to me.

  Our first stop was at Bath and Body Works, where I got a whole bunch of candles and wallflowers. I'd never seen anything like them, but when the employee explained how they worked, I had to have some. I've always been obsessed with candles, so I got about 15 of those. After that, it was Bebe, Dolce and Gabbana, Guess, BCBG, Jimmy Choo, Bloomingdales, Foot Locker, Louis Vuitton, Aldo, and Victoria’s Secret, where I was finally able to get something sexy to wear for Julius.

  He laughed at me, because every time the associate would tell us the total, I always looked worried. We also decided to stop by Armani to get Julius some more business professional clothing. He said he needed to be more professional, since he was gonna be a boss man when we got to South Carolina. After we stopped at Apple to get me a laptop and iPad, we headed back to the hotel to get dressed for dinner.

  "Julius I can't believe you bought me all this stuff," I said as I spread the bags around the room.

  "This was nothing, wait until I start making some real money," he chuckled as he sat in the chair.

  "Well this is good enough for me. How are we gonna get all this back to Indiana?"

  "My boss is sending his private jet to pick us up. He was using it the day we left, so that's why we couldn't have it then," he said, sipping some sparkling water.

  I stood up off the bed, and walked over to him. I sat in his lap, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

  "What?" he smiled.

  "I want you to know that, even without all this, I would still be in love with you," I said.

  "I hope so," he chuckled. "But nah, I know ma. You still loved me after all this time, when I treated you like shit so…" he shrugged, and I nodded. "But let's get dressed for dinner, I wanted to take you somewhere special tonight, and then tomorrow after a day of pampering, we can go to Lucille’s," he offered.

  "That's fine," I replied.

  After talking for a little bit more, we went ahead and took a bubble bath together. He was upset once he realized I used one of my Bath and Body Works bubble baths, but I convinced him the scent wouldn't stick. After our sensual bath, we brushed our teeth and proceeded to get dressed. I decided to go with the new dress I got from Guess. It was an all-white sleeveless fringe dress, with sheer material around my collarbone and upper back. I paired it with some all-white sandal stilettos that I got from Aldo. I pinned my curly brown hair into a messy bun, and let a few small short curls hang by my temples and the nape of my neck. I spiced it up with a red lipstick that I got from MAC while in Bloomingdales. I made sure to get all the stuff I wanted to try from watching those makeup gurus on YouTube.

  Once I was dressed, I looked over and saw Julius all dressed up. He wore a black button up, with a navy blue tux on top, courtesy of Armani. His wrist bore an iced out watch that literally blinded me when I looked at it. He wore an iced out chain to match that wasn't too big or too small. It was finished off with all-black dress shoes, whose brand I wasn't sure of.

  "You look beautiful, Nat," he commented as he eyed my body. He bit his lip and smiled at me seductively. "If you wasn't already pregnant, I'd def be getting you pregnant tonight," he smiled.

  He walked over to me, and his Dolce and Gabbana cologne filled the air. He wrapped his strong arms around my small waist, and leaned down to kiss me. I gave him a light peck, not wanting to mess up my lipstick.

  "Aight, let's be out," he said as he walked over and opened the hotel room door for me. I grabbed my small white purse, and walked out. When we got down to the lobby, we headed outside to see a driver waiting by a Bentley.

  "Mr. Tate," he smiled and opened the door. We climbed in, and the driver jogged around to take us to our destination. The drive seemed to be pretty long, but I didn't mind because we were having good conversation. We pulled into a shopping center with a coffee bean and CVS, to eat at a restaurant named Houston's.

  "I've never heard of this place," I said, looking at the beautiful architecture.

  "I have a couple times, when I had to come out here before," he said, looking on with me.

  "You brought Bianca?" I asked.

  "What? Hell nah!" he chuckled. "Bianca and I have never been outside of Indianapolis," he laughed, as if my question was a joke.

  The driver pulled up in front of the restaurant, and let us out. We walked in, hand in hand, and Julius gave the waiter his name. We were seated immediately since he had a reservation I guess. After we were seated, a waitress came over to take our drink orders and since we were ready, she jotted down the food as well.

  "So how did you get that Bentley to come?" I asked. We were sitting in one of those rounded booths, so Julius and I sat at the center of it in order to be right next to one another.

  "Dinero, ma. Everything costs money these days," he nodded.

  "Your boss is nice to allow us to ride the jet home," I said.

  "Yeah, makes me feel a bit bad about leaving him to go to Charleston."

  "Why are you going?"

  "I ain't never been the type of nigga to work for nobody. I've always wanted to have my own shit. That's why I could never hold down a regular job and shit. I wasn't too keen on a muthafucka telling me what to do," he replied, with squinted eyes like he was thinking.

  "Yeah, I could only imagine working for myself."

  "Yeah I'm ready, I been planning this move and getting everything in order for almost a year. I guess you could say I'm a perfectionist when it comes to business," he chuckled.

  "You're a perfectionist when it comes
to other things too," I replied.

  "Oh yeah? Like what?"

  "Like being a great boyfriend. When you really care about something, you do it perfect," I said cupping his face and staring into his eyes.

  "Damn, I never saw it like that, but you're right. You the first girl I can say I cared about, and maybe that's why you got me acting like this. I usually don't do and say all this romantic shit," he chuckled lightly.

  "You've never taken Bianca or any girl on a date?" I asked.

  "I mean, I took her out to eat and shit, but dressing up, exchanging I love you's, and having meaningful conversations like this, was never on the menu; no pun intended," he smiled, and I laughed.

  "Well I can't say I'm disappointed to hear that," I smiled, and so did he.

  We shared a couple pecks, and our dinner came about ten minutes later. I finished all of mine, I guess because of the baby. We ordered and ate dessert, and I had a good time obviously.

  "You know I'd never been on a date until you took me to Olive Garden that time," I said as we rode to the beach to relax.

  "That's crazy. None of them knuckleheads at school asked?"

  "Yeah, but I always said no."

  "Damn, so big daddy made you say yes?" he laughed.

  "Whatever," I smiled.

  We spent a couple hours at the beach, just walking through the sand and talking. I got to know my love way more than I thought I ever could. After the beach, the driver took us back to the hotel, where Julius somehow a bottle of champagne on ice waiting. He said it was called Dom Per-something. All I knew was that it was in the prettiest white gold bottle. I couldn't drink any, so I wondered why he got it.

  "How much you think this shit cost?" he asked as he laid across the floor sipping it.

  "Is it expensive?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, $200?" I asked, and he shook his head laughing. "Higher or lower?" I asked, and he pointed up in the air. "Mmmmm $500?" I asked, looking over the bottle.

  "Almost $2500 ma," he replied.

  "I would never spend that much on champagne!" I bucked my eyes.

  "Me either, my boss bought this bullshit," we laughed in unison.

  He killed the whole bottle off, as we sat and talked some more. We talked about our families, especially our mothers. I told him how my mother had made me act as if she was my sister since I was 4 years old. He told me how his mother was the prototype, until she met a guy who got her hooked on drugs. It made me worry about my mother, cause she dated all kinds of guys. Dalia and I didn't get along much, but I would still hate for something to happen to her.

  After good convo, we made love for hours. Sex with drunk Julius was much different than with sober Julius. It was still phenomenal, but he was a little freakier. He ate me out for about 20 damn minutes, and had me weak as hell. He was licking and sucking from my anal cavity, all the way to my belly button. I was spent.

  Chapter 30: Julius

  While Natalia was being pampered, it was time for me to go have this meeting with Hugo's potential connect. This the type of shit I be talking about. I have no problem meeting with a connect, but for some reason I feel like his little errand boy. I know he sent me on these out of town trips because he trusted me the most, but it just didn't feel like that. It didn't matter what I had going on, he wanted me to drop everything and go.

  I threw on blue jeans, a light blue button up, and a black casual blazer. I threw on some all black chucks to complete my look, sprayed my cologne, and then headed out. I decided to go business casual, that way I didn't have to worry about being too dressed up or too dressed down.

  That Bentley ride was only for last night, so today I took a taxi. The connect said he was staying at the Sheraton, so it wasn't too far from where I was already staying. Like I assumed, the taxi pulled up in no time. I paid my fee, and then headed inside. The lobby area was off the damn chain, and I made a mental note to stay here when I was footing the bill. I lowkey felt like Hugo should've had Natalia and I up in this shit. Then again, I was here to do business, not vacation; in his eyes, at least.

  I asked the employee where the lobby bar was and once I found it, I decided to take a seat since I didn't see him. Hugo said the connect knew what I looked like, and that was all he could tell me. What kind of shit is that? I was used to Hugo's bullshit by now though. I decided to check a couple of texts, while I waited.

  Franceska: Where you been? I dropped by yesterday.

  Me: Handling business out of town.

  Franceska: I miss you, can I see you when you get back?

  Me: I don't know ma. I'm tryna stay faithful right now.

  Franceska: You know I won't say shit Ju, I'm not even like that!

  Me: Aight, I'll get at you when I get back ma

  Franceska: Okay baby, I love you.

  I shook my head, and locked my phone. I honestly don't know what I did to make all these bitches fall in love. Natalia was literally the only woman I gave any kind of extra attention to. I dicked these hoes down and then barely answered their calls, but somehow by our next convo they were in love. Franceska was some Dominican chick I met while out with my boys one night. She was sexy as hell, and I knew immediately that I was gon’ fuck.

  "Julius?"

  I turned around to see a short, fat, black man. He appeared to be about 55 years old, and smelled like money. You know them colognes old niggas with money wear. It don't smell good, nor does it stink, it just says…money.

  "That's me," I responded, and stood up.

  He smiled and reached his hand out for me to shake it. I was a little confused, because Hugo said the guy didn't know my name. He said he just described him to me, and then for me to let him know what I was wearing.

  "Pleasure to meet you, young man," he said as he slid into his seat across from me. "Would you like a drink?" he asked as he waived a waitress over.

  "I'm not exactly of age," I replied.

  "Nonsense," he replied, and turned to the waitress. "I will have a uh, vodka tonic and…?" he said, looking at me.

  "I will take a scotch on the rocks," I half smiled at the waitress.

  She wrote my drink down, and ran her tongue over her perfect teeth. She tucked her bob behind her ears, "Anything else for you two?" she asked, only looking at me.

  "That'll be all darling," the connect replied, and I nodded in agreement. She smiled, then switched off. "Looks like some for sure pussy for you tonight," he joked.

  "Uh, nah. But I didn't catch your name," I said.

  "Forgive me, you can call me Bart," he smiled.

  "I can call you Bart?"

  "Mother named me Bartholomew."

  "I see," we chuckled in unison.

  "So Julius, Hugo sent you to meet with me about me becoming a possible connect. Did he like, give a questionnaire of some sort,” he laughed, and so did I.

  "Uh, no. I-I ask all the appropriate questions myself," I nodded as the waitress sat down our drinks.

  I saw she had written her name and number on the napkin. When I looked up, she winked at me, bit her lip, and then walked away. She was beautiful as hell, with her blemish free mocha complexion, curvy body, and full lips. I was trying to do right by my baby girl, but boy was it hard.

  "Nice. Nice. So go ahead I guess," Bart said, sipping his drink.

  "Well first, how did you know my name?"

  He paused and chuckled. "Besides the fact that I know everything about pretty much everyone, I heard about you from another connect in the business. He got drunk, and was bragging about a new partnership he got with a Julius Tate, and how much money you brought him on a trial run in a state you didn't even live in yet. So I did some digging, and I saw you worked for Hugo, and told him to send you to meet me," he smiled.

  "Wait, so you requested that I come?" I frowned, and he nodded. "Why?"

  "Fuck Hugo, I want to do business with you," he said.

  "But I have a connect, as you know, and he lives closer to where I'm moving, actually right in South Carolina."

  "So do
I! How do you think he and I ended up at the same party together?" he laughed. "I'm just out here with my wife and daughters on a small vacation," he winked.

  "Wait let me get this straight. You heard about me, you did some digging, saw I worked for Hugo, and then had me fly out here in hopes of becoming a connect for me and not Hugo?" I frowned, and he nodded the whole time I talked. I pinched the bridge of my nose, and let out a sigh. "This is crazy."

  "So what do you say? My cocaine is pure and straight from Peru," he said smiling.

  "So is my current connect's shit."

  "They're the same, but not," he replied.

  "What?" I frowned.

  "You've heard of Coffee Bean and Starbucks right?" he asked and I nodded, trying to see where the fuck he was going with this. "So they are both coffee shops, which specialize in handcrafted drinks. However, Starbucks is the Michael Jackson of that shit. Buy a coffee drink from Coffee Bean, and then buy that same one from Starbucks, and you will see how watered down Coffee Bean's is. Now if you want them coffee bean bricks, by all means continue with the connect you have. But if you really want to dominate this fucking game, if you really want to fuck everybody else's shit up, including Hugo's, you'll fuck with Starbucks,” he said, staring me in the eyes.

  I knew he wasn't on no bullshit; however, I was a nigga that worked off loyalty. It didn't feel right to end shit with my potential connect, and then also snatch the rug from under Hugo.

  "I can't do that to Hugo, man," I replied defeated.

  "I mean, either way he's gon’ be mad at you."

  "Why is that?"

  "Because he's not getting me as a connect. Most of the money he makes is from you pushing his weight. If he loses you, I'm sure the money will dwindle, and I'll be damned if he lowers his shipment amount on me," he said waving, letting the little waiter know we wanted drink refills. I didn't even realize that I had finished mine as well.

  "So what you saying is, when I head back to Indiana, either I can head back with an A1 connect, or without one. But either way, Hugo is gon’ be somewhat off me," I said, and looked out the huge window of the lobby.