by Lucinda John
After going through long rounds of 69, my jaw was locked. I never sucked dick so long and hard as I just did Romeo’s. It was like with him, I had something to prove. I had to show him that I was down for him, as long as he stayed down for me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, once he was getting ready to enter my throne.
“Listen ma, I’m ya man now, you all me. I don’t need to strap up when I’m hitting this.”
“What about me getting pregnant and you know STDs and shit?”
“Trust me ma, I’m clean. We can go down to the clinic and get checked out while we get you on some birth control pills. You don’t have to worry about shit when you with me ma. I gotchu,” He assured me.
“Ohhhhhhh ROOOOOO!!” I moaned, as he used his dick to play with my clit.
I was so wet that I could feel myself leaking all over the sheets. When he tried to put his dick in, I tensed up. His dick was long and thick with a curve in it. Although, I was a pro at sucking it, there was no way all of that was going to fit in my virgin pussy.
“Relax ma,” he said, kissing me.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I yelled out, feeling the flesh that kept me pure, tear.
“Oh, God! No! No! Noooooo!!!!!!” I cried out, feeling the excruciating pain that came with losing your virginity to a big dick nigga.
“Come on, baby, I’m already in. Relax for daddy.”
“It hurts so bad,” I whined.
“Trust me, it’s gon’ hurt, but I promise to make the pain feel real good if you let me,” he said, rocking his dick in and out of me at a slow pace.
Even though I was in pain, I sucked it up and lay there. I watched enough porn to know that I was not fucking him back the way I was supposed to, but damn, this shit was worse than when I had to pull a tooth. It felt like with each thrust he was cracking a few of my bones.
“Damn, this pussy so wet and tight,” he groaned.
I was happy he was enjoying this, but I was also secretly praying that this would all be over soon. I didn’t know why Shanie was so hyped on her dude getting out of jail just to have sex with him, because this shit here wasn’t all that. Maybe it was because it was my first time, but there was no pleasure in the dick for me.
“OHHHHHHHH DAMN!!!” Romeo finally called out, jerking his dick in and out of me with sharp, short strokes. He then pulled his dick out of me and came all over my stomach, panting as if he had just ran a marathon.
“Damn girl, that pussy was good. I know you didn’t cum this round, but in the next I’ll fix all that. I just had to break you in first.”
“How you know I ain’t cum?” I asked, panicking. I was hoping sex with his monster dick having ass was over. I wasn’t prepared for another round.
“When you nut, I’ll be able to feel that shit. Trust me,” he said, mounting me again.
I sucked in a deep breath and prepared myself for another painful ride. This time, as he promised, the pain started to mildly subside and I could feel a tingling sensation in my middle. The more he slid in and out of me, the better sex started feeling. We fucked until the wee hours of the morning, and by that time, I was now taking the dick and busting nuts all over it.
* * *
My eighteenth birthday had come and gone and now I was getting ready for graduation. The months I’ve been with Romeo have been something out of one of those fairytale movies. I was enjoying all the love and attention he was showing me, and not to mention he had my sex game so on point that I was taking the dick up the butt and all.
Since Romeo and I was a couple, he didn’t want me setting up anymore niggas so I stayed home the majority of the time with Shanie, while he roamed the streets. He never told me exactly what it was he did, but whatever is was got me a brand new Lexus Coupe. I would question him about where he was getting his funds from, but he would only get mad and tell me to stay in my place.
“Mia, hurry up before your ass don’t walk across that stage,” Romeo snapped at me.
He was wearing a baggy pair of khaki pants, a white Polo shirt, and a tan Polo hat that matched his Timberland boots to the T. For my big day, I decided to show the fuck out; you only graduated high school once so I slayed. I wore an all black Alexander McQueen dress with two long splits on the side that came up to my pelvic bone. The gold studded neckline matched my custom-made gold red bottoms to perfection.
I searched high and low for the perfect hairstylist and makeup artist and I lucked up when I found this guy name Lonie from Miami. I wanted a short edge bob, like the kind Beyoncé had in Drunk in Love, but I refused to cut my hair. Lonie was able to give me a quick weave perfecting the look I wanted. He then grabbed his brushes and my face became his canvas. When I stepped foot in front of the full-length mirror, I was in love with the young woman that looked back at me.
“Here I come bae.” I said, rushing down the stairs.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” Romeo smiled, as he drove us to the auditorium where the graduation was being held.
“Thank you, baby,” I replied.
We made it to the auditorium ten minutes before my graduation start time. Romeo went and found a seat while I got in line in alphabetical order. The whole ceremony was long and I spent a majority of the time squinting my eyes, trying to find my mother. When we were handed out graduation tickets, I mailed one to my mother in case she wanted to watch her only child beat the odds and walk the stage.
“Mia Denise Jefferson.” The principal called out my name, causing a sense of happiness to overcome me.
When I scanned through the crowd and didn’t see my mother, I started to get sad, until I spotted Romeo cheering me on. Seeing his big smile, reminded me why I was so madly in love with him. Even if it had only been three months since I’ve been with him; I was sure of my feelings.
Once the principal said his closing remarks, we tossed our hats in the air and was dismissed. I spotted Shanie and we walked to the back of the auditorium to return our gown in order to receive our diploma. Holding the plaque in my hand felt so unreal. I was finally done with school. I had my diploma!
“You look cute or whateva,” Shanie said, looking over my dress.
“Thanks boo, and you killing them too!”
“Yasss girl, you like?” She said, twirling in her silver fitted strapless dress.
“Yasss, I’m living.”
“Where we at tonight?” she asked, popping her booty.
“Nowhere. Romeo is going out of town tomorrow so we chilling, but we definitely going out tomorrow night,” I said, with a personal agenda.
“Bet, just hit me up,” she said, before walking towards her family.
Shanie had a gang of people there to cheer her on for her big day. I loved how family-oriented her peoples were. They always did things together and made it their business to support one another. If only my mother could be half of the strong woman Shanie’s mother was, then I’d be straight.
“What’s so heavy on my baby’s mind?” Romeo asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“She didn’t come,” I pouted.
“Her loss. Shit, I’m here and that’s all that matters.” He kissed me on the side of the neck.
“You gon’ let me see how that graduate pussy taste?” He smirked.
“You so damn nasty.” I giggled.
“You like that shit too.” He replied, smacking me hard on the ass.
“Let you tell it.” I rolled my eyes.
* * *
Romeo was out of town handling business and tonight I was going to handle mine. Whenever I would talk to him about the Murder situation, he would wave it off. I knew shit was starting to get stressful for him because he couldn’t find a connect to fuck with him on credit. They all wanted their money upfront since it was his first time showing face in the drug game.
We had a good amount of money saved up, but it wasn’t enough to cop the amount of work Romeo wanted to. Even if he did find somebody to give him s
ome work for what we had, it would be setting us back to our struggling days until he was able to flip the work and make a profit. Romeo was too much of a smart nigga to put us in that type of predicament. He vowed that as long as he had blood pumping through his body, he would never let us go without.
Dressed in a pair of black, high waist spandex, coochie cutter boy shorts that my ass gladly hung out of, a tight off-the-shoulder referee crop top, and a pair of six-inch red pumps, I was killing it. Not only did my fire engine red lipstick match my shoes and clutch, but it gave my lips the full, sultry look. I knew for a fact that tonight I was grabbing all of Murder’s attention.
“Girl, where the fuck you going looking like you about to bounce your ass in a Lil Boosie music video.” Shanie asked, as she looked me up and down.
“I’m on a mission.” I winked.
“On a mission to get your ass kicked by Romeo? You know that nigga don’t play.”
“Girl bye. He ain’t here and won’t be here for another five days.” I rolled my eyes.
“Mm, ok bestie, do you.” She waved me off.
When we arrived to the club, the minute the bouncer laid eyes on my ass he was letting us in without carding us. I was even able to get a VIP table a few tables down from the one Murder and his crew would be sitting. Showtime, I thought to myself when a crowd of niggas walked through the club. Lucky for me, Murder left his pet at home, so it was just him and his boys.
As if on cue, the DJ started playing Wale’s hit song Clappers and I went to the front of the VIP section to do my thing. I made sure to stand where I knew Murder and his crew could get a good look at me. With my drink in my hand, giving me some liquid courage, I twerked my ass to the beat of the song. I made sure to keep the twerking on a cute level. I didn’t want to send Murder the wrong message and turn him off.
By the time the song ended, I had a small little crowd around me and the DJ was even acknowledging me. He played Cristol, All up and Thru There and I went wild. They fucked up when they played my song. My ass was being thrown in all types of circles, triangles, rectangles, and squares, as I gave half the club the show of their life.
“Girl, you was showing the fuck out,” Shanie said, when I took a seat next to her.
“I just felt like towering something ya know.”
“Umhmm, you ain’t fooling me. I see how you got real hype when Murder and his crew walked through.”
“Girl, I don’t know what you talking about,” I said, waving her off.
“That lil show you put on. Why you had to-”
“Hold that thought. Stay right here, I’ll be back.” I cut her off.
I added a pep in my step as I tried my hardest to bump into Murder, who was getting ready to head to the back with his crew. The closer I got to him, the louder my heart started beating out of my chest. All I kept thinking was this was my only chance to make my move on him and I couldn’t fuck this shit up. I got close enough to Murder so he could knock me down to the floor. I wasn’t afraid to take a fall for the team; I was prepared to act my ass off.
“Ouch!” I yelled out, grabbing my ankle as I fell.
“Oh, fuck, my bad ma. I ain’t see you,” his homeboy said.
FUCK! I thought as one of his crew members tried to help me out. Murder just stood off to the side as if he wasn’t phased by shit that was going on. I immediately started beating myself up for failing my plan so miserably.
“TK fall back,” a deep, sexy voice said.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, Murder was walking his sexy ass towards me. His cologne tickled my nose as he got close enough to examine my ankle. When he picked the leg up that I claimed was hurting, I felt chills run down my spine. I took this time to examine him and he was sexier up close than he was far away. He reminded me of an older, sexier version of Quincy Brown. His pearly whites were straight and he sported two diamond earrings in one ear. I was able to make out the tattoo on his neck and in big letters read the words Death Before Dishonor.
“It doesn’t look like it’s sprained or anything. You probably fell on it wrong,” he said, helping me to my feet and handing me my heels.
“It don’t even hurt anymore,” I replied, giving him eye contact.
I learned a long time ago that guys loved when you smiled and gave them eye contact. It showed that you were interested in them.
“You straight to walk back?” he asked.
“I am, thank you.”
“Next time, watch where you’re going. A nigga like me might sue you for personal damage,” he chuckled.
“Nah, please don’t sue me. I can’t afford you,” I honestly replied.
“I won’t sue you, but I’ll take your number just in case I may feel a little pain and suffering later,” he said, flashing me a smile so white that only brushing three times a day and flossing could achieve.
“Hahahaha you got jokes.” I smirked, before reading him off my number.
“Nice to meet you, Mia. I’m Murder,” he replied, after I told him my name.
“Murder sounds dangerous.”
“I could be, if messed with the wrong way,” he said, sending chills down my spine.
“Well, Ms. Mia, I have to clear it, but I’ll hold on to your number,” he said, before turning on his heels and walking away, with his entourage following closely behind him.
For some reason, my panties started feeling sticky as I walked away. Fearing that my period may have came on, I ran to the bathroom stall only to find out that it was my woman juices secreting everywhere. The way Murder had me feeling was trouble, but the thought of all the money I could bring in hitting this lick had me pushing all of those warning thoughts aside.
Murder
“Oh, shit. Yesssss daddy, right there!!” Trixie called out, as I long stroked her.
Trixie had some good ass pussy, but for some reason my head wasn’t into beating it up. That chick Mia had some type of hold on my attention. She had that type of beauty that you would find in those high-class magazines. From her deep, rich chocolate skin, down to her pretty toes, she had a nigga in a trance. The more I thought of Mia and how fat that ass was in them shorts, the better I started fucking Trixie. She was screaming to the Gods for me to let up in that pussy, but in my mind I was too busy fucking Mia.
When I finally busted my nut, it was a big one. Instead of busting in Trixie, I pulled out and busted on her thigh.
“What the fuck, Markell.” She snapped, calling me by my real name.
“What?” I asked, playing stupid.
“Why did you bust on me and not in me?! If we trying to have a baby then I need all that nut.” She sucked her teeth.
For the past two years, Trixie had been pregnant and having miscarriages. I was starting to think that she either couldn’t get pregnant and was lying about being pregnant when she felt I was getting ready to leave her, or she wasn’t capable of carrying a child. Either way, I wasn’t wasting anymore of my nut in her incapable ass. Since I got heavy in the game and started making more money than I could spend, I always wanted a little one running behind me. Shit, I was about to be thirty-one; it was time for me to settle down and start my family.
“Trixie, get out my ear with all that mess. I ain’t ready for a baby right now.” I waved her off.
“So, now all of a sudden, you ain’t ready for a kid?” she asked, looking at me sideways.
“Keep on with the fly shit and I bet I leave and take my ass home.”
“Hell if I care.” She mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing damn. You hungry?”
“Yeah, make me something to eat and fix that damn attitude while you’re in the kitchen too.”
I lay back in Trixie’s king-size bed and pulled out a blunt to smoke. Even though Trixie and I were somewhat rocking hard, I didn’t allow her to stay with me. I was they type of nigga that didn’t feel the need to lie up in the house with a bitch unless she was my wife. Until I s
tood before God and placed a ring on her finger making her Mrs. Robles, shacking up at my house was off limits.
Pulling out my phone, I opened up my contacts and pulled up Mia’s name. My fingers danced between the call and text icon as I tried to figure out which of the two I wanted to do. After pondering my decision for a good ten minutes, I decided to call her ass.
“Hello,” a sweet voice answered the phone, after five rings.
“What’s up? How’s your ankle?” I asked.
“It’s feeling better, thank you,” she replied. I could hear her in the background shifting around.
“You busy over there?” I asked.
“No, I was just cleaning up a little.”
“Cool. Check me out. I’m feeling a little pain in my arm from when you bumped me. After talking to my lawyer he recommended that we sit down and talk it out before taking legal actions.” I flirted.
“Is that so?” She chuckled.
“Very much so,” I replied, watching Trixie walk in the room holding a tray filled with food. I held up my finger signaling for her to keep her mouth closed as I continued on with my conversation.
“This is your number right?”
“Who else number would it be?” I asked.
“Just checking to make sure it didn’t belong to one of your little girlfriends.”
“Ma, don’t play me like that.”
“Listen let me handle something real quick then I’ll call you back.”
Before I could say another word, I was hit with the dial tone. Anger began to fill my bones as I thought of how this rude bitch was. I was that nigga that every low life wanted to be and every bitch wanted to fuck with. I excused her this one time because she probably didn’t know who and how powerful I was. The fact that she played me like that had me feeling and digging her sexy ass even more. I was down for the cat and mouse chase; I hated a bust it wide open on command type hoe.
