I whipped my head around. “Really, Kaydoa?”
“Really, Kaydoa?” he mimicked, as he stood as well. With sex all in his eyes, he hungrily kissed me again. “You gon stop running from me.”
My damn knees were about to buckle, as I pulled away. “Co…c…come on. Let’s take her to the restroom,” I stuttered nervously.
He tugged at his sagging shorts. “Wit yo scary ass,” he whispered. “I’ma get that pussy. Or my name aint Daddy.”
A chill involuntarily eased up my spine, as I realized that I needed to keep my distance from his ass. Before history repeated itself.
Chapter 23
Kaydoa
“Ass up face down. One night only. I’m from out of town. Pound new rules, we aint waiting on it. And if that pussy good spend cake on it. Plane ticket. Hotel. New bag. New Chanel. Seven sneakers. His and hers. If you a hater I just got two words…” Yo Gotti’s voice blasted from the speakers in B-Live.
“Fuck you!” Jasmine and Monay boasted, as they danced in our section.
Jasmine was rocking in her bondage Valentino fitted black dress with her crocodile stilettos I’d copped for her. She was waving that long ass hair of hers around, wilding out.
“Fuck you! And them bitches that you came with! All in my section drinking my shit. If you aint fucking, you aint sucking, what you doing hoe? Instagraming. Taking pictures. But you’on know me, though?” she rapped the lyrics, feeling the song.
“Fuck ‘em! Ion like ‘em. Ion love ‘em,” Monay joined in, rapping Meek Mill’s verse.
I aint gon front, that was my shit, “Haters. Niggas mad at the paper…Don’t pop them bottles, trying to impress them hoes. Wit ya re-up money, better tell them hoes…”
We was in the club, turning up. We’d been popping bottles all night, and the scene just seemed more live than usual. I suppose it was because the turn up queen was back on the scene. Jasmine partied hard like one of the niggas, and it was infectious.
The deejay was coming hard, now playing Future’s “Shit”. The beat head everybody bouncing as Jasmine rapped along. I don’t know how she knew all the lyrics to the songs, when her ass had been locked up when they were released.
“Popped ‘bout a hundred bottles. Nigga, you aint popped shit!” she shouted.
I had to laugh at her. Her outer appearance was all soft and ultra-feminine, but she just had this undeniable hood swagger. That ass was fat as hell, as she moved with the music, making me wanna pull her aside and slide the dick in her, but she was still on that trip shit. Just refusing to give a nigga the pussy.
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, and I already knew who it was. Farrah had been blowing me up, questioning me and shit. She knew I wasn’t wit that shit, so Ion know why she was trying to keep tabs on me. Whenever I went to the clubs she was never invited. She was honestly a bore, and we’d just end up arguing about some bitch she’d swear was in my face. And besides, Jasmine was there, which meant that Farrah being there would just fuck up the atmosphere.
Jasmine being there made perfect sense. She just wasn’t my BM. She was a founding member of the team, and all my niggas respected her. Even if she was out of the game, she would forever be a part of the team. So, it was my duty to insure that she still stepped onto the scene, killing. No matter how she felt, she was still a representation of me.
“Yall pose for the camera,” Bruce, the camera man shouted, as he snapped pictures.
I grabbed Jasmine, and draped a arm around her, as we cheesed together. We struck several poses, but remained glued to one another.
“Aw, shit!” Monay squealed. “The king and queen are back in effect!”
“Bitch, shut up,” Jasmine tittered, as the deejay played “Lifestyle”. “Aw shit! This my song!” she announced. “Did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle! Came straight from the bottom to the top. My lifestyle.”
I chuckled, wit my arm still wrapped around her. “Still screaming fuck the other side. I’ma ride for my nigga, ay!” I rapped as I pointed at her chest.
I was getting lifted, as I drank straight from a bottle of peach Ciroc. I truly enjoyed myself, and was so fucked up that I couldn’t even drive myself home. I guess that’s why I ended up crashing on the couch at Jasmine’s. All the while my phone was buzzing in my pocket.
******
“What the fuck, Kaydoa!” Farrah screamed, as I tracked through my house. It was a little past one in the afternoon, and I’d just woken up, before driving home.
“Girl, don’t start that shit,” I grumbled.
“Don’t start this shit?” she repeated as she followed behind me. “You been gone all night, after posting up with that bitch in the club all night!”
“What?” I grimaced, as I snatched my shirt off in the middle of our bedroom.
“You see this shit!” she waved her phone.
Snatching it from her, I saw a photo of me and Jasmine posted on Monay’s Facebook page. I shrugged, handing the phone back to her. “And, so what?”
“So, what?!” she belted. “Why was you all over that bitch?!”
I frowned. “Why she gotta be a bitch? That’s Kaylah’s mama, Farrah. I never told you that me and her wasn’t gonna be cool.”
“So, where do you draw the line?” she placed her hands on her hips.
Once again I just shrugged. Women asked some of the dumbest questions sometimes. I don’t even believe she sought the truth. She just wanted a nigga to pacify her with lies. But honestly, I aint even feel like doing that much. She was gonna think whatever she wanted, anyway. And I was cool wit letting her.
I wasn’t thinking about shit she was saying. My dick was hard, and I was ready to fuck something. Jasmine still hadn’t gave it up, so Farrah needed to shut up, and take this wood. “Come here,” I tossed her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. “Give daddy some pussy, and stop all that yapping.”
For once, her ass listened, and let me have my way wit her. I was sliding in and out of her tight pussy, as she scratched my back.
“Ugh, Kaydoa!” she screamed, as she worked her hips. “Uh, baby.”
I grabbed her throat, as I pounded into her. Our skins were clapping, as I went into a zone
“Wait, baby! You too rough!” she complained.
“What did I tell you? Shut up and take this dick!” I gritted, as I put my back in it.
“Awww!” she cried out, as I hammered away. “Oh God!”
“Shit,” I growled, as her big tits slightly bounced.
“Work that pussy!” I encouraged, as she moved her hips.
“Damn,” I grunted, as I picked up the pace. “I’m cumming!” I let out, as I pulled out, and busted all over her stomach.
“Whew,” she sighed, as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Damn, that was good.”
“Let you tell it,” I winked, as I eased out of bed, and headed to the master bath.
“Let me guess, you about to leave,” Farrah whined from the bed.
“Ay, you already know what it is.”
“Umm hmm,” she mumbled, as I stepped into the glass shower, tuning her out.
Black Reign
I was cruising in my car with no real destination. It was the middle of the week, and Kaylah’s ass was in daycare. She’d been staying with me two nights out of the week, so we were a work in progress. Me and Kaydoa had agreed to get to the point where she could live with us equally. In my mind, it would eventually lead to her living with me, and just visiting him. I hadn’t told him about my hopes, because I didn’t know if he would like the idea of that. As much as he tried to make it seem like Kaylah was the one who couldn’t be without him, he never put much effort into making her stay with me.
My baby was always talking about Farrah too, and this shit irked my nerves. She would tell me how she missed “her Farrah”, and she was too young to register the devastated look on my face. Every time some shit like that happened, I was reminded of why I wasn’t fucking with Kaydoa’s dog ass.
I really needed a damn social life. Kaydoa was always bitching whenever I’d mention going to kick it in the hood. According to him, I needed to let him know before I made a move like that. I understood that he was moving weight, and niggas was itching to snatch up one of his loved ones, but damn. Can a bitch live? He was really taking this controlling shit to the next level.
I desperately needed to get into something, so I swung by my sister’s spot. She still lived in Haverstock, so I knew that I’d catch some action over that way. I would’ve hit up Monay, but Hurt had her ass well trained now. She didn’t dare go places that weren’t “Hurt approved” and I was convinced that the bitch would snitch on me, if she knew that I was somewhere Kaydoa would disagree with. When I wanted a light time in the burbs, I’d hit her ass up. But I was in the mood for some good ole hood fun.
“Ay, what’s happenin’?” I asked, as I stepped into Ryah’s apartment.
“What’s up, bitch?” she smiled from her card table. Her and three other chicks were sitting in her small dining area, playing cards.
“Nothing,” I shrugged.
“Ay, ay!” Boo barged in right behind me.
I looked back at him, with a grin.
His face lit up with excitement, as he recognized me standing there. “Hey stranger,” he cheesed, as he pulled me into his arms. “Damn, it’s good to see you.”
“Like wise,” I smiled, glad that he wasn’t tripping with me, because of that incident back on Coke Street.
“What yo fine ass doing over here?” he questioned, as he released me.
“Nothing,” I sighed. I glanced back, noticing that nobody was on the couch, and decided to take a seat. He sat right next to me, giving me that conning smile.
“I was just thinking about yo ass,” he confessed, as he eased a arm around me.
I found myself, wrapped in his little game. I mean, I knew that he was blowing smoke up my ass, but at least he wasn’t one of those bullshit ass niggas who were recently trying to get at me. It was like Kaydoa’s name in the game had become larger than life, and I had trouble figuring out a lot of dudes’ true motives for approaching me. When you pulled up in damn near a two hundred thousand dollar car niggas approached you differently, and I didn’t know if they were genuine or just trying to get in where they fit in. At least I knew that Boo had dealt with me when I didn’t have shit to offer him.
So, I sat there and got my flirt on. Eventually, the drinks started flowing, and I got fucked up. Kicking it with a old friend wasn’t bad at all.
******
“Welcome to the La Casa,” Boo voiced, as we stepped into his apartment.
I glanced around, checking out his little leather couches, and huge TV. It was the typical bachelor’s pad, but it was cool that he had his own crib, and actually had furniture in it. “This is nice, Boo.”
“Well, take a seat,” he offered, as he flopped down on his couch. I joined him, and shamelessly took off my shoes. “Yeah, main, get comfortable.”
I yawned, as I snuggled next to him. I was feeling good off the liquor, and really just wanted to go to sleep. He was rubbing my thighs, as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“I know you aint goin’ to sleep on a nigga,” he nudged me.
“No, I’m just chilling,” I claimed, as my eyes slowly lowered. That was the last thing I remembered. When I woke up the sun was shining through the slits in the blinds, and Boo was still sitting on the couch with me, sleeping with his mouth wide open, snoring.
“Damn,” I grumbled, as I sat up, trying to work the kinks out in my neck from sleeping in that awkward position. Grabbing my phone off the coffee table, I noticed all the missed calls I had. A few were from Ryah and Monay, but they were mostly from Kaydoa. I sucked me teeth, thinking about how he was really tripping with himself.
“Somebody’s been blowing you up,” Boo said in a husky early-morning voice.
“Fuck that nigga,” I waved off.
He cut his eyes at me. “You know you love that nigga. Quit fronting.”
“Nigga, I aint thinking about that nigga.”
He waved his head. “He must’ve really fucked up. He got you all in ya feelings.”
I giggled, knowing that he was being messy. “Boo, I’m good.”
“Yeah, right. What did he do for you not to be fucking with him?”
I rolled my eyes. “Like I said, I aint worried about the nigga. But he fucked with his ex, and had the bitch around my daughter.”
He scrounged. “That’s it?”
“What you mean, that’s it? Shit, that’s enough.”
“Man, I thought you was gonna say that he stopped holding you down, while you was locked up. But I should’ve known better than that. He got you in that expensive ass Benz. You still his property. Niggas can’t even fuck with you out here.”
“First of all, I aint nobody’s damn property,” I twisted my neck. “And I can fuck with whoever I wanna fuck with.”
“Shit, that aint what I heard. And after last night, I’m believing that shit. The old Black Reign was ‘bout it. But you’s a bad girl gone good. Scared to let a nigga taste the pussy. That nigga got a real hold on you.”
I waved my head. “He aint got shit to do with us not fucking. I was drunk as hell, and sex was the last thing on my mind.”
He nodded, “Yeah okay. Even you don’t believe that shit.”
We were going back and forth as my cell phone began to ring. It was Kaydoa. He called me five times back to back, until I finally answered, “Yeah?”
“Where the fuck you at?!” he shouted.
I had to pull the phone off my face. He was going in. When I put the phone back to my ear, we was still running his mouth. “You don’t fuckin’ hear me talkin’ to you?!”
“What? What do you want?” I dragged out.
“Where the fuck you at?!” he barked. “You know, better yet, you aint gotta say shit. That’s what GPS is for. We’ll be that way in a few,” he hung up in my face.
I shook my head. “That nigga get on my fuckin’ nerves.” I scooted my feet into my shoes.
“Where you going?” Boo questioned, as I stood up.
“I gotta go home. That nigga talking crazy, and I aint got time for that shit.”
“If you aint got time, then why you running to where he at?” he probed.
I glared down at him. I guess he was trying to make a point, but the shit was working my damn nerves. “Look, whatever.” I grabbed my purse and keys out his table. “Just come lock your door.”
“Yeah, okay. Fuck with me when he let you off that leash, pimp,” he teased, as I descended the stairs outside of his apartment, and headed to my car.
“Fuck you,” I gave him the finger, as I hopped into my car. I started up, and got the fuck out of dodge. Kaydoa wasn’t one of those niggas that made idle threats, and Boo just didn’t realize how much of a favor I’d just done for him by leaving. I’d probably saved his life.
I was pissed off, as I drove home. Kaydoa was not about to control my life like this. I was definitely preparing to tell his ass off. He was already trying to stop me from hanging in the hood, and now he wanted to act like I had a fuckin’ curfew or some shit.
Just as I suspected, his ass was at my house. As soon as I pulled into my garage I noticed his Rover already parked there. Hopping out of my car, I angrily stomped into my house. He must’ve heard me come in, because he stormed into the kitchen where I was standing.
“Where the fuck you been at?” he growled.
I rolled my eyes. “Since you using GPS and shit, you tell me.”
He stalked over to me, getting in my face. “You think I’m fuckin’ playin’ wit you? Huh? Where you been?” he grabbed my jaw. “You been out here fucking? Huh?”
I frowned. “What? That is none of your muthafuckin’ business!”
He tightened his grip. “Answer the fuckin’ question. You been somewhere giving that pussy up? Huh?” he breathed heavily. “You aint even sleep here last night. Where the f
uck you been?”
“I can do what I want,” I fumed.
“You got me fucked up,” he gritted. “On my daughter, if you been out here fucking I’ma kill yo ass.”
“Nigga, is you crazy?!” I tussled against him, as he gripped my jeans. That boy had really lost his rabid ass mind, as he violently ripped my jeans off. I tried with all my might to stop him, but he was relentless. Savagely, he snatched off my panties, in the middle of the kitchen. “Stop,” I got out, as he gripped my throat, and lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen’s counter. Pushing my legs apart, he roughly gripped both thighs. Dropping down to his knees, he stuck his head between my legs, and sniffed. “Kaydoa, if you don’t get yo psychotic ass away from m…” I trailed off, as I felt his tongue stroke my clit.
He was like a fuckin’ attack dog, the way he devoured my kitty. He rubbed his face in it, before sucking the clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It damn near felt like my body was possessed. It been two long years since I’d fucked, and my body felt virgin to all sensations. I was about to go into convulsions, as he gripped my hips, flickering his tongue over my center. Feeling like I was going insane, I fell back on the counter, and he simply moved with me, keeping that tongue on my clit.
“Uh!” I gasped, as he pushed my legs up, and began licking the crack of my ass. He was just getting downright nasty. My mind was truly blown, and I wasn’t thinking clearly when I noticed him climbing onto the counter with his dick out.
The nigga must’ve forgotten that I hadn’t been getting dick for the past two years when he plunged inside of me. “Awwww!” I groaned, feeling like I’d been stabbed.
“Got damn this pussy tight!” he yelped, as he did the bunny hop on my ass, giving me nothing but dick.
I really felt like a virgin all over again, as he killed me with his big ass dick. I was feeling it all in my stomach, as he rubbed my clit with his index finger, while he watched his dick slide in and out. My legs were pressed to my shoulders, as he filled me up.
“Ugh!” I screamed, as he worked me to no end.
There was no sense in pretending like I aint want the dick, after that. We’d gone too far, so I said fuck it. Right there on the kitchen counter, I got back in the saddle, and rode his throbbing cock. He gripped my waist, as I bounced on him, creaming all over his stomach.
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