by Hood Rich
He humped upward and threw me halfway on to the couch. Then jumped up and tackled me over the back of it. We fell on a pile of Jordan shoe boxes, crushing them. He punched me twice in the face, then kneed me in the nuts. That knocked the wind out of me, I hollered out in pain and saw stars.
“This what you wanna do, Rich, huh? A’ight then.” He pulled me up by my shirt, scooped me, and dumped me on my back, breaking the tackle in half. It felt like I’d been hit across the back with a two by four. I felt dizzy and was fighting to regain my composure. He punched me square in the mouth and stood up looking down on me.
I felt the blood dripping off my chin. I staggered to my feet and threw my guards in the air. “What’s good nigga? Come on this shit ain’t over.” I kicked the table out of the way and protected my chin as my footing came back to me.
Paper threw his guards up as well. His face was covered in blood. It ran from his nose and dripped out of the corner of his mouth. He ducked his face into his guards and protected his chin the same way I was. “Let’s get it, then.” He rushed me and swung a haymaker.
I jumped back just as it grazed my cheek, swung a right hook, and connected with his jaw, rattling him. His eyes crossed, and he fell face first into the crumbled table. His legs kicked under him as he struggled to get up but could not. “Bitch as nigga, it ain’t over,” he gasped.
He slowly made his way to his feet. His knees were weak, he held up his guards, but I could tell he wasn’t too confident. “What’s good?”
I shook my head. “You don’t want no more, bruh. You fucked up, right now, look at you.” I jacked on him a part of me wanted to finish his ass off, but I knew nothing good could come from that.
The homie had ego issues just like I did. I was already concerned about how he’d accept the ass-whoopin’ he’d just got. It was in my best interest to get out of that crib. I was outnumbered and outgunned. Paper put down his guards. He put three fingers to his mouth and looked down at them. They were coated with his blood. He ran his tongue along his puffy lips and nodded his head.
Then he laughed loudly. “Yeah, you got me tonight, nigga. I’ll give you that, but cause, I’m fucked up, though. Wait until my high wear off. We gon’ have to go again. You already know how I get down.” He licked more of his blood away and smiled.
The door flew open and four of his lil’ niggas ran into the room with their guns out. I upped both .45s, aiming them from one to the next. “Call yo’ dogs off, Paper. I’ll light these niggas up like Christmas trees.” I cocked my hammers ready to smoke every one of them, niggas, and Paper if I had to. I was already pissed off and my jaw was killing me. First, Paper had pulled his gun on me, and now his lil’ stick up niggas had. This was not my night. They aimed their guns at me and cocked them back. I could tell they were waiting for Paper’s word to empty their clips in me. They looked grimy and full of hatred.
A tall skinny one, with long dreads, had two .40 calibers aimed at me, both guns were turned sideways. “What’s the word boss. We murking this nigga, or what?” He asked with his face turned into a scowl.
I made up my mind right there, that he was going to be the first nigga I hit up. I had a few bullets in my clip with his name on ‘em.
Paper waved them off. “Naw, it’s good lil’ homies. This my nigga. We just doing a lil’ fighting amongst brothers. It ain’t no thang. Ain’t that right, Rich?”
I had my eyes pinned on his lil’ niggas. I was getting bad vibes from them. “Tell these lil’ niggas to put them toys away, Paper. I ain’t gone say that shit again.” I was getting heated.
That murderous feeling was beginning to come over me. Paper scrunched his face and mugged me for a long time. Then his face softened, and he gave them the signal to lower their guns, which they all did, except the tall skinny nigga. The beats of my heart sped up. My mouth got watery, and before I even knew, I was doing it, I’d done it three times.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The guns jumped in my hand. My bullets flew out of my .45s and slammed into the tall skinny nigga’s chest, knocking him over the couch. His guns flew into the air and landed on the carpet beside Paper’s foot.
I leveled my guns at the other three. “Bitch, niggas try me. Shit ain’t sweet. Next time that fuck nigga a follow orders when they are given.” I slowly eased my way out of the doorway.
My guns still pointed at the remaining three. They held their hands in the air with mugs on their ugly faces. Paper smiled and nodded his head. He looked down at the skinny nigga’s body and started to laugh.
“Yeah, a’ight, Rich. You got off on this one, a’ight doe nigga. Whew, this shit gon’ be ugly.” He shook his head. “Be safe out there, Beloved, be muthafucking safe.” He sucked his teeth. “Y’all get that nigga up and take ‘em upstairs. He a’ight, he got a vest on.”
* * *
That night I couldn’t sleep. I looked to my right and saw that Aaliyah was sleeping, so I went into the living room and wrote three chapters in my book. I don’t know where the words were coming from, but they flowed so easily. After I finished the chapters, I emailed them to Kesha with a message letting her know, I loved and missed her with all my heart. I was closing the laptop when, Aaliyah appeared in the doorway of the living room with her red, silk, Prada robe wide open, exposing her flat stomach, and supple B cup breasts. Both of her nipples poured through the material, enticing me.
She licked her thick lips and turned her head to the side. “What you down here doing, baby?” She came toward me on her sexy pigeon toes. Her nails were painted red with little Louis Vuitton symbols in them. Her swag was incredible to me.
I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. I’m working on this book, I’m trying to finish, so I can get it to Ca$h and Shawn at Lock Down Publications. They signed me to a three-book deal, so I’m trying to make it happen.” I looked her up and down and felt my dick twitch a few times. She looked so good to me. She was thick, and that pussy was fat and juicy.
She bucked her eyes. “I didn’t even know, you knew how to write. Thanks for holding that secret from me.” She rolled her eyes and straddled my lap. She took the computer out of my hand and set it on the table. “How much money they talking?” She kissed my neck and sucked on it loudly. It sent shivers up and down my spine.
“It’s light work, twenty a book, but it ain’t all about the money for me. I just wanna try something different. All I know is the streets. I’m trying to soar higher than the slums, you feel me.” I gripped that big soft ass and squeezed it.
She reached between us, wrapped her small hand around my pipe, and stroked it up and down. “Hell, yeah I feel you. Now I’m trying to see what it be like.” She opened her pussy lips, pulled my dick through my boxer’s hole and slid down on it.
Throwing her head back, with her mouth wide open. “Huh-shit, there you go.” She arched her back and began to ride me up and down like a cowgirl. She sucked all over my lips while moaning into my mouth.
I gripped that big ass and pulled her forward, so my dick could knock at her walls and started hitting them hard. Her robe slipped off her shoulder. I leaned forward and trapped one of her big acorn-sized nipples with my teeth, then sucked it into my mouth.
“Uh-shit, Rich. Yes, ooo-I’ma ride this dick hard!” She bounced all the way up and slammed down, riding me faster and faster. Her juices leaked into my lap and dripped onto the cushion of the couch. Her walls tugged at me. Her fit was tight, and hot, like a silky fist.
I closed my eyes and helped her move up and down my pole. “This pussy so good, bae. Uh, shit, this pussy so good.”
She licked all over my lips, right over the places that Paper had bussed, her nails dug into my back. I could feel them scratching me. She bounced higher and higher while I held that ass.
“I’m finna, cum, Rich! Rich, I’m finna, cum! Aww, fuck-daddy!” She rode me faster and faster. She began to shake and convulse in my lap. I yanked on her hair to expose her neck, biting into it with my teeth and sucking on it like
a Vampire. I forced her to take all my dick and loved how it felt hitting the bottom of her hole. I loved that pussy.
“Rich, Rich, aww shit, Rich!” she screamed.
I picked her up, and slammed her back into the wall, sucking on her neck. Her nails dug further into my shoulder blades. I bounced her up and down, digging deep into that pussy. I felt her juices dripping off my balls and running down my thighs. I bent my knees, then straightening them up. I long stroked her walls, as I breathed heavy. It was feeling so good. “This my pussy! This my pussy, Aaliyah! This my pussy! You hear me?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy! Aw-fuck, yes, Daddy! It’s yours!” she screamed.
I fell to the floor and pushed her into a ball, long stroking her, slamming that pussy harder and harder. Her grip was driving me crazy. I could feel my head through her stomach. The faces she made were driving me crazy. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back, I arched my back and slammed harder, clapping that gushy, until I tensed up. I felt my orgasm coming from deep within my balls. I gritted my teeth, smashed into her one last time and came hard, squirt after squirt. I jerked and long stroked her kitty until it swallowed every drop. I picked her up from the carpet ten minutes later, after pulling out of her. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her on top of it. Then I slid in behind her, her fat ass molded into my lap.
She lifted her thick thighs, grabbed a hold of my dick head and slid it back into her hole. She scooted back to engulf me.
“Mmm-a,” she moaned. “I been missing you all day, Rich. I’m glad you’re here right now.” She rotated her ass in slow circles.
I licked the back of her neck, then grabbed it with my teeth. I humped forward, slow stroking that pussy, not trying to do too much. I just wanted to get tired enough, so I could fall asleep. My mind was racing after what had taken place with, Paper and his crew. I knew there was going to be backlash from it. I had to prepare myself. I was pondering on whether I’d have to snuff, Paper or not. The thought of it broke my heart because we had been through so much together. It seemed like out of nowhere a switch had been flipped. Now I didn’t know if I could trust him or what was up his sleeve. It was enough to drive me up the wall. I slowed my pace and left my dick lodged deeply within, Aaliyah. Her walls sucked at me, she reached behind her and scratched my hip.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” She sounded out of breath already. She forced my dick deeper into her womb and moaned.
I sighed and rubbed all over that fat ass. “A bunch of bullshit happened tonight. I don’t want to get into it too much. I think me and Paper finna fall all the way off. That dope fucking him up.” I pulled out of her and laid on my back.
She sat up, grabbed my dick, and licked up and down the stalk. She sucked her juices off me, then took me deep to the back of her throat. She licked all around my head, before swallowing me whole again. She popped me out of her mouth.
“Maybe it’s time you move on with your life. Y’all might be headed into two different directions. Some friends are for a season, not for life.” As she said this she stroked my dick up and down.
I closed my eyes and humped up into her hand. It felt so good, I was making lil’ noises and shit. My toes were curled, and I wanted to be back in her mouth. She had a good tongue game that kept me sprung. Her head was awesome.
“Yeah, boo. You might be right, top me off, though.” I grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her back to my pole. She ain’t waste no time eating me up like a pro. Her juicy lips slid up and down me. I bucked on the bed and squeezed my eyes tighter.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, daddy. Can you do that for me? I need to taste you so bad. I’m fiending for it.” She gobbled me up and began to stab her head in my lap at full speed. Her hands roamed all over my stomach muscles.
My legs were opened wide. I fucked into her mouth, breathing hard, listening to her slurping sounds that were killing me. She nipped at the head with her teeth, sucked on it real hard, then took all of me. That was all I could take. After ten minutes of that, I wrapped both of my ankles over her shoulders, grabbed her hair and came deep down her throat, before falling backward exhausted and out of breath.
She cleaned me up, tightened her fist around my stalk and pumped it upward, milking my semen out of me. Then she swallowed it with no problem. “Mmm-daddy. That’s what I’m talking about.” She smacked her lips and crawled up my body, throwing her thick thigh across me. She rested her hot pussy against my hip, oozing her essence.
“Appreciate that, baby. Now I can get some sleep.” I closed my eyes and yawned loudly. Through the window, I could see the sun beginning to make its appearance. I had to get at least four hours, or I was gon’ be popped later that day.
“I love you, Rich. And thank you for holding me down the way that you do. I know you could be laid up with any other female, right now, but you’re not. That’s special to me.” She kissed my cheek and laid her head on my shoulder like she was accustomed to doing when she wanted to fall out.
“You’re my heart, Aaliyah. Coming home to you isn’t even a task for me. I gotta keep the grass cut low so I can see all the snakes that are out to bite me. I know you ain’t one of ‘em.” I kissed her forehead.
“That makes me happy to hear, Rich. You know, I would die for you, right?” She rubbed my stomach muscles and trailed her finger over my belly button.
“Yeah, I know, Boo. But, I’d never put you in that position. Hey, before I pass out. You know, Chasity and her girls gon’ be up here, Friday. I’ma have to play my role wit’ shawty, so we can get this strip club up and running. I don’t want you thinking that you aren’t my first priority, because you are. I just gotta do what I gotta do to advance us. You understand me?”
“It’s gon’ kill me. You know how jealous I am. Then she’s so fucking bad. Y’all got history. I mean, as long as you keep on reassuring me that I belong to you and that you love me, I should be good. I’m real emotional, and I’ve become territorial over you, but I’ll be okay. I’ll do my best, promise.” She straddled me and laid her head on my chest. Wrapping her arm around my neck. “I promise,” she whispered.
Chapter 7
Paper’s sister, Chasity, rolled in the following Saturday, at ten o’clock in the morning. I met her at the Greyhound bus with one of her friends named, Poverty. Poverty was high yellow, with green eyes, and strapped like, Chasity. Snow began to fall from the sky, it was about ten degrees outside. The sun was shining but doing very little to bring any form of warmth. I blew air into my gloved hands to try and fight off the cold.
When Chasity stepped off the bus. She scanned the area until she saw me. As soon as she did, she dropped her Gucci bag, and ran to me at full speed, crashing into me.
She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Baby, I missed you so much. I swear to God.”
I held her for a short time, then set her back on her feet, kissed her lips, then hugged her tight. “You ready to get this money?” I looked into her eyes intently.
She licked her thick lips. She pulled the Gucci skull cap down a little further on her head and nodded. “Hell yeah. I brought one of my girls’ wit’ me. The other ten a be up here this week. I wanted to make sure everything was in order before they arrived. The contractor told me we ready to open for business, but I can never be too sure, you know?” She looked into my eyes. “You missed me?” She kissed my lips again, moaning into my mouth.
I gripped that fat ass, cuffed it, and stepped forward so that my swipe was up against her front. Her friend walked over with their suitcases and stood at a safe distance.
I tongued, Chasity, down. “Yeah, I did. Why don’t you introduce me to your buddy?”
Chasity tapped my chest and broke our embrace. “Oh, Rich, this is, Poverty. Poverty, this is, Rich. He’s co-owner of the club. The one I been telling you about.” She grabbed Poverty’s hand and pulled her over to us. “Don’t be shy girl, he don’t bite. Rich, she just turned eighteen a weeks ago. But this bitch can dance her ass o
ff. She gon’ make us and herself a whole lot of money. The reason I brought her is cause I gotta keep her close. All them clubs in Memphis was ready for her to turn eighteen. But I wasn’t going to let that happen, I eating her lil’ pussy up too. It’s the only way.” She ran her finger around her lips.
Poverty bucked her eyes and lowered her head. “Dang, Chasity, you ain’t gotta be telling all of my business.” She opened her arms and stepped up to me.
I hugged her and kissed her on the neck. She smelled real good, feminine. She had a small waist, and down low looked like a sexual playground. I was hoping I was gon’ be able’ to keep my distance from her lil’ ass, but I didn’t think so. I guessed only time would tell. We hopped in my Benz truck and pulled out of the station. Twenty minutes later with the snow coming down full bore, we pulled up to the two-level townhouse that I’d copped for, Chasity, and her girls when they came up. It had five bedrooms, and two and a half bathrooms. A basement, den, and attic. It also had a two-car garage and a driveway. There was a big backyard as well. Chasity ran all over the house like a chicken with its head cut off. Her thick thighs jiggled in the Jordache jeans that cuffed her ass so right. She wore a cut off shirt that showcased her stomach muscles. She’d gained about five pounds since I’d seen her last. She was still small up top, but below the waist, she was hefty. She had that type of body that made a nigga with a lil’ dick uncomfortable. I couldn’t wait to smash that ass.
She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. All giddy like. “Baby, I love the house. I love it so so much. Do I own it?” She asked standing on her tippy toes, licking my lips.
I laughed and shook my head. “Naw, not yet. But, the mortgage is good for a year. I handled the utilities too. So, all y’all gotta do is live, and keep it stocked with food. The cable man a be here tomorrow. I was thinking we hit up the furniture store later today. You can fill it however you want. It’s all on me. I got you, ma’.”
