“Baby, that’s you in here singing like that?” Kaydoa barged into the bathroom. “I thought that was the radio. When did you learn to sing like that?”
Cheesing, I continued to sing, “Never understand it. Love takes control. Ooh, I ask myself, girl should you let it go-oo-oo? That would be too crazy. Love without you now. Hate to think, heavenly, that you won’t be around!”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, as I caressed his face, “Did it feel good to you, baby? Like it felt good to me. To be in love with you,” I sang, before kissing his lips.
With ease he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Placing my ass on the edge of the counter, he pushed my panties aside. I thought that he was about to pull his dick out of his boxers, but he lowered down to his knees. Coming face to face with my kitty, he opened my second lips, and flicked his tongue over my clit.
“Umm,” I moaned, balancing myself against the vanity mirror. “Yesss,” I hissed, rubbing that silky hair of his.
Twirling his head around, he got nasty with it.
“Damn, daddy,” I panted, as I worked my hips. “Uh, Kaydoa,” I whined softly, as he ate me ferociously. “Oh, shit,” my mouth fell open, as I fucked his face.
He continued to assault the pussy, until I fucking squirted, which was a first. “Damn,” he moaned, lapping up my juices.
“Uh,” I trembled, as he pulled away from me.
Standing up with a devious grin on his face he asked, “You good?”
“Boy,” I smiled. “You’ll never know how good I am.” Dropping to my knees, I pulled out his dick, and it was time for me to go to work. I allowed him to fuck my tonsils, until he busted all in my mouth.
Then we took a shower, and commenced to getting ready all over again. That night we partied all over Miami, having some of the most memorable times. Everything was prefect…and I discovered what I had been feeling for quite some time. Kaydoa was my soulmate.
******
“But I keep telling him that it aint no fronts,” I snapped.
“But Black Reign, you know that nigga good foe it,” Dookey Baby’s brother, Dookey-Lookey, argued. He looked just like her ass, all skinny and awkward, and wanted to be a damn gangsta so damn bad.
I rolled my eyes at that tired ass nigga. We’d been back in town for two weeks now, and it was hard to separate day from night. We’d been hustling harder than ever, and these bullshit ass niggas irked my nerves to no end, always trying to get something for nothing.
“Nigga, Ion know shit. The fuck you mean?” I spat.
Dookey-Lookey glanced at my boo. “Kaydoa, tell wifey to let a nigga make it.”
Kaydoa chuckled, “Shit, if she say no fronts, then it’s no fronts. Fuck with us when you got ya money right.”
“Damn, that’s cold,” he grumbled, waving his head, as he stomped out of the house.
“With his broke ass,” I sighed, as I flopped down on the couch.
“I know,” Kaydoa yawned, relaxing right next to me. “Damn, I’m sleepy.”
“Yeah,” I agreed with a nod. “I just wanna go to the crib, and crash and burn.” I mumbled, as my phone alerted me to a Facebook post. I checked my notifications, and there was Farrah’s ass commenting on a photo Kaydoa had me tagged in. So, I checks the post out, and it’s a picture of me, him, Hurt, and Monay in Miami at a pool party. Her comment was a simple “Call me.” But it was still enough for me to charge his ass up. “The fuck is this bitch still doing on your fucking friend’s list?”
“Huh?” he played stupid.
“Huh?” I mocked him. “Quit playing fucking stupid? Why are you still friends with her on Facebook?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
I folded my arms, “But it is. Delete her.”
Nixing me off, he picked up his cell. Initially, I thought that his ass was ignoring me, until he scrolled through some shit, pressing a few buttons, and then flipped his screen for me to see. “There. You see? She deleted.”
As quick as I caught the attitude it was gone. “Oh…Okay.”
“Now,” he furrowed his brows. “You ready to shut down and go to the crib?”
Not knowing what else to say, I nodded. “Yeah.”
Not even thirty minutes later, I found myself on my back as Kaydoa dug in my guts. We were in my bedroom, working up a sweat. He had my legs in the air, as he went buck wild. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, as I scratched his back.
I had nearly forgotten where I was, until the bedroom door swung open. “Black Reign, let me see your car.” My mama interrupted us.
“Aw, shit,” Kaydoa vented, as he pulled the cover over us.
“Got damn, do yall ever get tired?” my mama inquired, as she switched on the light.
“Mama!” I screeched. That shit was so embarrassing.
“Don’t mama, me,” she twisted her neck, as she flopped down on Ryah’s twin bed. “It aint my fault if yall got caught slipping in here,” she teased in her squeaky voice, sounding younger than me.
“Okay, mama, but can we at least put some clothes on?” I sighed from underneath Kaydoa.
“Nah, I think this is the perfect time to discuss this.”
Kaydoa chuckled to himself, as he rolled off me.
“What’s up, mama?” he asked too casual for my taste, calling her mama and shit like it was nothing.
“Look,” my mama exhaled. “I know that yall are out there doing your little thing, and although I would prefer that yall do something a little more legal, I’m nobodies’ fool. Black Reign, you are grown now. And the only thing I asked of you was that you graduated. You did that. And Kaydoa I appreciate everything you do for this household. You paying bills, and taking care of my daughter. I couldn’t ask for more. But do yall see how backwards yall are? You in here fucking this girl in a bunk bed, for God’s sake. So, yall need to take that money yall making and get yall own space. Cause you muthafuckas is fucking more than me, and it’s time for you to go!”
I had to laugh at that. My mama was a bit passive, but she drew the line when I was getting more dick than her in her own house.
Kaydoa nodded, “Mama, you right. Ya daughter don’t seem to be concerned about that, but we definitely need to get our own spot.”
I cut my eyes at his ass, “Really?”
He shrugged, “I’m just saying.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “But mama, how can we go get a apartment, when neither of us work?”
“Girl,” my mama pursed her lips. “As much as you run the streets, you should be up on it. We gonna cook up some check stubs for the both of yall, and yall can both get the apartment in your names.”
I scrounged, “Well, who doing that?”
“Me,” she pointed at herself.
Kaydoa nodded, “That’s a bet. Shit, if you can get that ready in the morning we can find us a spot within the next few days.”
I glanced at him. He was really all in with us getting our own spot. Honestly, the shit had never crossed my mind, but I guess it was really time for me to be a woman. But…I won’t lie. That shit sounded so weird to me. Hell, I didn’t even know how to cook, but from the looks of it I was gonna have to start doing shit on my own. Well…with Kaydoa of course, but this was definitely unchartered waters for me.
******
“Say, this is the shit!” Monay exclaimed, as she entered our new condo.
Personally, I was still in awe with the new spot. We’d just picked up the key that day. Honestly, I was thinking of a simple, affordable apartment for our first spot, but Kaydoa had his own ideas in mind. He didn’t want to live anywhere remotely hood, so we ended up in a spot in the burbs out in Kingwood. The pad had three bedrooms, a garage, a patio, two and a half bathrooms, skylight windows, a fireplace, and huge Jacuzzi style tubs. Everything in the kitchen was stainless steel, and I had never even visited someone’s spot that nice, and I now lived there.
“Damn, Black Reign, I know you can’
t wait to decorate this,” Monay uttered, glancing around.
I shrugged nonchalantly. “For now, all we need is a bed and TV.”
“Man, you tripping,” Kaydoa cut in our conversation, as he stepped in behind us. “You aint got no plans of doing nothing with the crib, Jas?”
“Like what?”
He waved his head, before slapping my ass. “You gotta be good at more than slanging dope.”
“Fuck you,” I gave him the finger. “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat somewhere.”
Kaydoa stroked his hair. “Let’s go get some furniture, shit. A nigga aint sleeping on the floor tonight.”
I rolled my eyes, as Lil’ Hurt walked in. “Damn, this shit tight.”
Kaydoa nodded. “Come on yall. Yall coming? Me and Jasmine about to go get some furniture and shit.”
Hurt shrugged, “As long as we can grab something to eat along the way.”
“Girl…” Monay gave me a funny look.
“What?”
“Yall weird. Ya man worrying about making yall’s crib comfortable, and all you concerned about is feeding your face.”
I giggled, as I followed the men heading out the door. “Bitch, fuck you.”
We all hopped in Kaydoa’s car, and headed to Gallery furniture. I know that I wasn’t really worried about getting furniture at first, but once I got there I started seeing all kinds of things that caught my eye. By the time we’d left the store, collectively we’d spent nearly twenty racks, and I really thought about just running back in there, snatching my damn money back, even if I’d only spent about five thousand versus Kaydoa’s fifth teen.
After stopping to get something to eat, we headed home, and the delivery men were already there with our furniture. We stood around, smoking a blunt, while we waited on them to set everything up.
“Nigga, yall gon have shit laid out in that bitch. I think me and Monay need a room over here.” Lil Hurt laughed, but I could tell that his ass was serious.
“Aye, its whatever. You know you my nigga,” Kaydoa blew out smoke, as he and Hurt did a half hug, and hand shake.
I just waved my head, because I knew their asses would say that. But on the cool, I was okay with the idea. Shit, I wasn’t used to having all that space with no people in it. So until, I was adjusted I wanted as many familiar people and things around.
Chapter 13
Kaydoa
“Stop running,” I gritted, as I gripped Jasmine’s waist.
“Nigga, now, you know that dick is big. Don’t be fucking me all hard and shit. A bitch can only take but so much,” she ranted.
I had her ass posted up on the back of our loveseat, beating that pussy up. She was bent over across the back with one leg up, and the other on the floor. For some crazy ass reason, she loved walking around with mixed matched socks. What really threw me off was that she didn’t care whose socks she wore. So, she had one of her little footies on one foot, and one of my long socks I only wore in the winter on the other. My sock was damn near reaching her knee. She would throw on the tackiest shit in the house, almost like she purposely tried to look crazy, but was still sexy as fuck.
I was going hard, when the front door was pushed open. Immediately, we heard Hurt and Monay’s voice. “What the fuck?!” they gasped.
I sucked my teeth, beginning to regret giving their asses keys. I know we looked crazy as fuck. I was standing there butt ass naked with my Jordans on.
“Man, yall some freaky muthafuckas,” Monay scrounged, as they walked into the kitchen with some bags.
Pulling out of Jasmine, I grabbed her panties off the floor. “Let’s go to the room.”
We both ran upstairs, and finished our session, before showering. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved days like that, just chilling at home. The better business became the less time we had to spend in the trap. We had larger quantities of dope so that meant we dealt with bigger niggas, and they came around more on a schedule. We’d get the calls and make our moves.
“Daddy, I’ma be back. I’m going to the hood for a while,” Jasmine told me as she got dressed.
I was relaxing in our big ass slay bed. “What you going out there for?”
She shrugged. “Shit, to hang out.”
“Is that right?” I eyed her in those tight ass jeans.
“Yep. My sister been bugging me about kicking with her and her silly ass friends.”
I nodded. “That’s what’s up. I probably be out there later on.”
“Okay,” she smiled, hopping onto the bed, and kissing my lips. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” I grinned.
She giggled. “That’s what you say.”
“That’s what I know.”
Giddily, she climbed out the bed. “I’m gone,” she announced, as she grabbed her little Louie purse. I was a little surprised that she was wearing scandals on her own. Her ripped jeans were pretty tight and the black sheer shirt she rocked was a bit risqué, but I was cool with it. I loved to see her dolled up, looking sexy. Them niggas could look…but in the hood they definitely knew not to touch.
I watched her strut out of the room, as my cell vibrated on the nightstand. Picking it up, I saw that it was Farrah calling. “Yeah?” I answered.
“Hey,” she spoke weakly. “I been trying to get in touch with you. You aint see me calling you?”
I sighed, “Yeah, but I been tied up. What’s up?”
“Umm,” she hesitated. “I just…I just miss you.”
I really didn’t know what to say.
“Hello? Kaydoa, you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Why you aint saying nothing?”
“Cause…I don’t know what to say.”
“I mean, you don’t miss me? Not even a little?”
“Come on, Farrah. Why we gotta keep going through this? Do I care about you? Of course. I fucked wit you for too long not to care. I care so much that I left you alone. I’m not trying to hold you back.”
“But…but if I got to…I’ll share you. I don’t think that I can handle you not being a part of my life at all.”
I shook my head. A minute ago I realized that she was gonna put up with whatever. So, it wasn’t about that. Jasmine was the issue. She didn’t think like Farrah, and honestly I respected that more. “Farrah, we gonna always be cool, but me and you just wasn’t working no more.”
“Kaydoa, we wasn’t working because you was always fucking her,” she whined.
“So, what about when I wasn’t fucking her, Farrah?” I snapped. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t even fucking her no more when I left you.”
“But you showed up to her graduation,” she pointed out. “So, that don’t make sense.”
“Nah, what that should tell you is that…I got love for her. That day you forced me to choose, and the decision was the easiest shit ever.”
“So, you just gonna sit there on this phone and tell me this?” she whimpered.
“Farrah, you be having me all mixed up. I aint trying to hurt you, but I needed to do what I wanted. Not what you, my mama, or anybody else thought I needed to do. I just don’t wanna drag this shit out. You know how Jasmine is. Ion wanna see yall fighting because you keep calling, and popping up at the traps.”
“Fuck her!” she boomed.
“Man,” I stressed. “I’m gone.” I ended the call. I hated dealing wit emotional ass females. A nigga was trying to keep it a hunnid. I know it was a whole bunch wrong doing on my part, but I was trying to end it. She just needed to let go.
Black Reign
“Damn that’s my song!” I boasted, standing on top of a picnic table in Brewster Park. “I’ma be ya motivation!” I sang.
“Black Reign, quit showing off all that ass, bitch. We know you fine,” my sister’s friend, Lani laughed. I ignored her, because she was a low key hater. Ryah had gotten a apartment in Haverstock, and had started hanging out with a few new bitches. Lani thought her yellow ass was the shit, but the bitch was nothing to me. She was a stri
pper, and was thirsty as fuck. I heard she was throwing that pussy at Kaydoa, but it could be all talk. If I ever caught her coming at him, I was slicing that bitch from ear to ear. On my mama.
Just for her, I bent it over. “And when we’re done…I don’t wanna feel my legs. And when we’re done I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby.” I continued to sing. “That’s what I tell daddy when he’s beating it up.”
“Bitch, here come Kaydoa,” Monay loudly whispered, causing me to quickly stand up, and hop off the table.
“Where?” I nervously looked around.
Everybody fell out, laughing.
“That ass was shook,” Ryah teased.
“Ha ha ha,” I piped, sarcastically. “Pass me the fuckin’ blunt.”
“Here,” Monay handed me the weed.
“Lil’ sis, let me use your car.” Ryah blurted.
“Bitch please,” I pursed my lips. I had just copped a Lexus, and she knew damn well wasn’t nobody pushing that bitch but me or Kaydoa.
“What’s up, Black Reign? With yo funny actin’ ass.” Dookey Baby said, as she stepped onto the scene. She’d picked up a few pounds, and I didn’t realize until just then that she actually had a nice shape. I heard she’d been fucking with some older hustler, and she’d definitely stepped her swag up. She was doing a little something in her Rock Revival get-up.
“Aint nothing funny actin’ about me,” I waved my head.
“Well, let me talk to you, right quick.” She pulled me to the side.
“What’s up?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I mean, what’s the problem? I call you, but you hardly ever call me. Everybody keep talking about how nice yall’s condo is, but I aint never got a invitation from you.”
I shook my head. “Girl, don’t make me say it.”
“What?”
“Dookey Baby, I love you like a play sister. You gonna always be my bitch. But I got a man. I love that nigga, ya hear me? And I can’t have you in our personal space, because you’s a hoe. I can’t trust you around a dog’s dick.”
Instead of being offended, her crazy ass thought the shit was funny, but I was dead ass. I’m a realist, and when it comes to mines we aint gonna even play with it.
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