“No disrespect to your girl, but Toya is a bad ass woman. You don’t think no nigga she’s been with before ain’t never ask her for a threesome? What makes you think she gon’ give your ass one? Especially since she ain’t fuckin’ with you like that no more,” Quay said.
Clearly his ass was high, so I snatched the blunt out of his hand.
“Correction, I ain’t fuckin’ with her like that. And Toya ain’t never been with no other man before me. She was a virgin when we fucked for the first time,” I said, letting his ass know.
Quay jumped out of the seat. “You believe that, man? Toya about what? Twenty-four years old? And you don’t think she never had no dick before you, man?”
I smirked. Whenever his ass would get amped up about something, he felt the need to stand up to get his point across. It didn’t make me feel no type of way though because these were my niggas, and I didn’t keep shit from them.
“I know because I watched when her pussy bled on my dick, nigga! Fuck you mean?”
Quan reached over and gave me some dap.
“Wow, that’s crazy. She ain’t gon’ never leave your ass, boy. You just might get the threesome your ass wants,” Quay said, giving me dap too.
“Fuck your ass so hyped up about? My sister was a virgin when she got with you, right?” Quan asked Quay.
“Yeah, nigga, but Toya older than Monae, so I wasn’t expecting that,” Quay said and then sat his ass back down.
We continued our smoking session and then the engineer got there and we went back to working on the music. All of this talk about fuckin’ and shit made me want to go home and get right with my girl. But I was going to hold out on all of that until this weekend.
The King’s Day!
Today was my mother fuckin’ birthday. I was the king, and I expected to be treated as such. I woke up early this morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and I smiled because I knew that my girl was down there getting me right. I sat up in the bed and stretched, and that’s when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
I watched as Toya came into the room, carrying a tray of food in her hands. She was only wearing a red bra and panty set, and her long pretty hair was wrapped up in rollers, which let me know that she was wearing her hair curly tonight for a nigga. Bae was going all out because she even had a nigga’s favorite color on too.
“Happy birthday, baby. I know you’re still a little mad at me, but can I please kiss you?” Toya asked and set the tray on the nightstand next to me.
I motioned with my hands for her to come, and she quickly came, thinking that I was going to change my mind or some shit. She climbed in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and placed two soft kisses on my lips. I could smell bacon on her breath, so it let me know that she was down there eating while she was cooking a nigga’s breakfast. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and she proudly sucked on my tongue while I massaged her ass with my large hands.
“Look,” she said, breaking away from the kiss and then taking my hand and placing it in her panties. She was showing me how wet she was, and my dick was laying on my damn thigh jumping. I let my fingers rub across her clit and she placed both of her small hands onto my shoulders and threw her head back while she continued to moan for me.
“Pick your head back up. Let me see how good I’m making that pussy feel,” I said.
She picked her head back up and looked me straight in my eyes while I worked my fingers inside her. I had my thumb massaging her clit while my pointer and middle finger fucked her as if it was a dick.
“Ohhhh… Dreee that feels so good, baby,” she moaned, never losing our staring match.
“Fuck this shit! Take them panties off.”
I eased my hand out of her and then slapped her on her thigh. She jumped out of my lap, took her panties off and laid on her back. I bent down and took a whiff of her pussy and her shit smelled like pure vanilla.
“How the fuck I’m making you feel good and it’s not even your birthday? What part of the game is that, sexy?” I asked.
She shyly shrugged. My mouth found her clit, and I buried my head between her legs.
“Ooohh, Dreee… just like that, baby,” she moaned as she arched her back from the bed.
I held her by her ankles because her little ass liked to run away from the tongue thrashing that I be giving her. I stuck two fingers back inside her, while I bit, kissed, and sucked on her clit.
“Fuccckkkk… I’m gonna cummm… hmmm… shittt,” she screamed and busted a big ass nut in my mouth.
I lapped up all of her juices and watched in amazement at the way her clit jumped from all of this excitement. She pulled me up by my arms and I came up and placed kisses all over her face.
“That was so good, baby, and I needed that. I missed you making my body feel good like that.”
I shushed her up by kissing her lips. She reached down and tried to grab at my dick, but I stopped her.
“Naw, lil mama, you going to need all the energy tonight. I’m going to make your lil ass put in some work later on,” I said to her and got off the bed.
She sucked her teeth and I could tell that she wanted to say some slick shit, but she didn’t. I pulled the tray of breakfast that she had made for me into my lap and dug in. my baby had made me French toast, cheese eggs, grits, and my favorite Garcia sausages.
“Can I give you your gifts now?” she asked me after she finished sliding on her panties.
“No, wait until tonight. We getting a room down at the Ritz Carlton tonight, so take the gifts there with you tonight. You saw that outfit I picked out for you to wear tonight?”
“Yeah, about that. It’s barely an outfit, Dre! You do know that the spot is going to be filled with niggas tonight. You okay with me having all your shit out like this for the world to see?”
“Hell yeah, I’m okay with it. Let them niggas know what the fuck I come home to every night. That shit don’t bother me because I’m with you and these niggas ain’t brave enough to try no reckless shit like that,” I told her.
“Okay, handsome. Am I riding there with you, or am I supposed to meet you there?”
I set the plate down and brought her to me, gripping her by the ass.
“You riding with me, Toya. Why the fuck would I make my girl get there separate from me? Come on now,” I said and slapped her on her ass.
“Well, this is the most that you have talked to me, so I didn’t know. So, this must mean that you’re not mad at me anymore, right?” she asked me with a smile on her beautiful face.
“I’ll be the judge of that by the end of the night,” I said with a smirk on my face.
“You keep talking about tonight. What the hell is supposed to go down tonight?” she asked me with confused eyes.
“Oh, trust me, baby girl, you’re going to find out. I hope you and that pussy is ready,” I said and then stood up.
10:00 P.M.
“Toya, hurry your ass up in the bathroom, we already late!” I said to her from the bedroom. We were at my house and I was supposed to be making my entrance at 10:00, but Toya’s makeup and shit took longer than expected, so now I was in the room waiting for her to hurry up, so we wouldn’t be that damn late. I swear I felt like it was her damn birthday today instead of mine.
Even though she surprised me with breakfast in bed, she still was the one who ended up being pleasured because I ate the fuck out of her pussy this morning, plus her ass had been getting catered to all damn day. I had appointments set for her to get a wax, hair, nails, feet, and makeup done. I’m sorry, but I needed my baby to match my fly tonight, and I wanted her to be the baddest bitch in the building.
Three hundred and sixty-five days out of the year, a nigga is always fresh, but I have to say that tonight a nigga was dressed to kill. This was probably the first time in my life that I dressed up clean like this because I normally was a casual guy. But tonight, I decided to step things up a notch. I was on my grown man shit, wearing a three-piece crème and black suit from Tom Ford,
with a pair of Top Daviol dress shoes from Christian Louboutin. My hair was freshly cut, mustache and chin hair was neatly trimmed. I was wearing my 14K yellow gold Rolex design diamond ring, with the matching chain and square link, and of course, I had my golds in my mouth.
Toya stepped out of the bathroom and I swear she was giving Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj, and all of these beautiful females in the industry a run for their money. I knew what the fuck I was doing when I picked out this outfit. I had my baby decked out in a skin tight gold bandage high waist skirt and a tan fur vest, with nothing underneath it, so the front of her breasts were pretty much exposed, but the nipples weren’t showing. I had to have her jewelry on point as well, which is why she was rocking a 18K pink gold Cartier necklace with the matching bracelet. Again, it’s not even lil mama birthday, and I had dropped more bands on her jewelry than I did on mine. I had her in a pair of six-inch gold pumps from Louboutin as well, and my baby was rocking the curls how I liked it.
The sexy look that she was giving me right now, I’m quite sure that I was giving her the same because my baby was looking too damn good for words.
“If you don’t want to fuck up your panties, you better take them off,” I told her because I’m pretty sure I had her ass creaming.
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I kissed her lips. I swear she was my own life sized Barbie.
“You just think you got it like that, huh?” she said.
I nodded my head. “I don’t think, I know. You look so fuckin good by the way, and I can’t wait to do all types of nasty shit to your body tonight,” I told her.
She reached down and grabbed my dick. “Why don’t we just skip the party and you can start doing those nasty things to me right now then,” she suggested.
As tempting as it sounded, I wanted to at least get a couple of hours in at the strip club. Besides, I was making an appearance there, and I didn’t want people to think I was flaw for not showing up.
“We don’t even have to stay a long time, baby. Two hours max. Come on, let’s go,” I said, pulling her out of the room.
We walked downstairs. I set the alarm to the house and picked up our overnight bag that was sitting by the floor. Toya had packed it earlier this afternoon since we weren’t coming back home tonight. We made our way outside and Toya quickly turned around and looked at me once she saw that my white Camaro wasn’t parked in its usual parking spot. Instead, my new Toya was parked there.
“Baby, where’s your car?”
I pulled out the keys to the car that was parked, pressed the button, and watched as the car started.
“Wow, this is yours? It’s beautiful,” Toya said, admiring my new 2016, Ferrari 488GTB.
“I don’t know which one is prettier, you or her,” I said.
Toya gave me the finger while still admiring my car. As a little boy, I would always talk about how when I got rich, I was going to buy myself a damn Ferrari. Don’t get me wrong, I had the money to get it before I went to jail, but a nigga couldn’t chance riding around in a $242,737-dollar car paid for with dope money, which is why I never bought the shit. Back then, the cops stayed on my ass, so if I were to buy a luxury ass car like this, it would be too risky, so I just stuck with my Camaro. But now that I was doing things the legit way, I could buy a damn jet if I wanted to.
“I ain’t even think about it, baby, but you’re going to have to hold the bag in your lap cuz it doesn’t have a back seat,” I told Toya, and she was cool with it.
After I put her in the car and made sure she was straight, I went over and got in on my side. Her ass better hold on tight because I was about to take off in this bad boy.
“Where is your Camaro?” she asked, once we jumped on 95.
“At Quan’s house. He went with me earlier to pick this up, and he drove the Camaro back to his crib. But I’ll go and pick it up in the morning,” I said.
For the rest of the ride, I turned the music up full blast and drove without a care in the world. I looked over at Toya and she didn’t even look scared by my driving, in fact she looked relaxed and that’s how I always wanted her to be when she was with a nigga. I wanted her to know that I would always protect her when she was with me, and that I would never let anything happen to her ass.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the club and me being the arrogant nigga that I am, I pulled my car right in the front. “You ready, baby?” I asked her and she nodded her head.
I stepped out and then went over and helped her out of the car. People were staring at us like we were the hood Obamas. Niggas were walking up and giving me dap, bitches were staring at my girl with envy, and I was loving every minute of it.
“Dre, my man! Happy birthday, nigga,” my man Scooby from back in the day said as soon as we reached the front of the line. He was doing security tonight and from what I heard, his ass had been working there for the past five years or so.
“Thanks, homie,” I said, giving him dap.
I had to slide his ass an extra two hundred dollars so that I could get into the club with my burner. I had to have the shit on my hip, or else I wouldn’t feel right. We walked into the club and the DJ was playing me and Quan’s new song, “She Gotta Go.”
“Ohh baby, they playing your song,” Toya said, turning around and giving me a hug.
The look she gave me let me know that she was very proud of me and happy as hell that my song was playing. That alone made me love her ass even more because she was proving that she supported me and was just genuinely happy for a nigga.
“I hear it, baby. There go your girls over there,” I said, pointing up to Charlie and Monae, who were sitting in the V.I.P. section of the club.
“Okay, baby, I won’t smother you. Just please be on your best behavior tonight,” she warned.
I cupped both of her ass cheeks in my hands and squeezed.
“I’m always on my best behavior,” I said and kissed her lips.
“Yeah, right,” she said and kissed me back.
We stood in the middle of the club in a heated ass kiss, and at this point, nothing or nobody else mattered to me because the one who mattered most was standing right in front of me.
“Go on over with your girls,” I said and watched her walk off.
Chapter 15: Toya
“Well, damn, I take it he two of you made up,” Monae said as soon as I made it over to their booth. I gave both of them a hug and sat down in the middle of them on the couch.
“I don’t know if I’m all the way out of the doghouse yet because he keeps saying something about we’ll find out later on if he fully forgives me,” I said, with a smile on my face.
“Girl, you and Dre is showing the fuck out. He got you out here with your titties out, and I don’t know who got more diamonds on between the two of you,” Charlie said, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at her comment.
I could feel eyes staring at me in the distance and when my eyes finally landed on the person who was looking at me, this bitch was staring at me like I owed her some money or some shit. Ever since I’ve been fuckin’ with Dre, I’ve started to have more and more enemies, and its females that I’ve never seen in my life. I was very much aware of the fact that I couldn’t fight every bitch who looked at me funny, but I damn sure was going to try. That shit gets very annoying to be out and getting death stares from females, all because I’m with the man that they want. I’m sorry, but a bitch was going to have to kill me for Dre because I was not about to give his ass up that easily.
“Y’all know her over there? Don’t make it obvious, but the girl standing in the middle of the two other girls by the bar. The one with the black dress on,” I said.
I was trying to find a way to describe her, but the bitch was just so basic. She was wearing a basic ass black dress with a pair of black heels, and she had her natural hair going back with a head band on. I’ll give props and say that she was cute, but if she is staring at me like that regarding Diandre, she was going to have to step her dress
game up a little bit because Dre didn’t like his women basic. I mean, look at me, there wasn’t shit basic about me.
“Damn, why she looks so familiar? I know I used to see her around the hood back in the day. Charlie, who is she again?” Monae asked.
“That’s Nariah. She’s the one that sent Dre to jail for assault after she paraded around here like she was pregnant by him and he beat her ass when he found out that she was lying,” Charlie said and I was shocked.
Dre had told me about that, but damn, I didn’t think that I would ever come face to face with the bitch. She was brave because she knew that Dre would be in the building tonight and she still showed her face.
“Where was I when all of this used to go down because the two of you know Dre and I never met until the night at the club for his welcome home party,” I said.
“Girl, your ass was away in college getting your masters. By the time you moved back down here, Dre was already I jail,” Charlie let me know and I nodded my head.
“I know that I can’t count on Dre to get the whole story, so let me know. Were they just fuck buddies or were they actually in a relationship? Don’t try to spare my feelings either,” I said, wanting to know the whole truth.
“I was under the impression that they were just fuck bodies, which is why I always referred to her as a hoe because that’s what everybody used to say around the way, but I don’t think that was the entire story. From what Quan told me, she used to be his girl, and she ended up getting pregnant. She lied and told the Dre that the baby was his. He believed her ass because remember that was his girl. But someone told Dre that they saw Nariah, her supposed boyfriend, and the baby together and Dre went and got the baby tested. He found out that they baby wasn’t his, and beat her ass and got sent to jail for it,” Charlie said.
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