Chapter Five: Kendrick King
I left Honey's hoe ass standing there looking dumb. I wish I had met her before Nic though, cause I would've bent that ass right over that lounge couch and went to work. Strippers were a former weakness of mine. My dick got slightly hard at my thoughts. She was bad as hell, no doubt, but I was not about to mess up again. One, I didn't want to hurt Nic again. She was so broken when I cheated that one time that it hurt me too. I love her so much, and to know I made her feel that way was fucking horrible. Secondly, I'm 100% sure she would leave my ass and there would be nothing I could say to make her stay. Third, it all around just wasn't worth it. What was a quick nut gon’ do for me? And I'm sure the pussy wasn't as good as my baby girls.
"Kendrick!" I turned around to see Paris. What the fuck was she doing here? I didn't say anything; I just gave a look telling her to spit it out.
"Gina went to Vegas and she never came back!" she said, looking up at me sad as hell.
"Okay?"
"Okay? I think something happened to her!"
"And, you want me to do what?" I raised my brow, irritated.
"I don't know. Maybe find out who did it."
"Or I can keep it pushing. Gina loved the fast life. For all we know, she could've met some nigga and ran off with him," I said nonchalantly.
"Yeah…" she looked down. “What you doing later?" she asked, trying to flirt.
"Bye P," I said, walking to my car.
These hoes were so disrespectful. They clearly saw my brothers and I were taken, but they was still offering it up. And they wonder why we skipped over they ass to be with other chicks that respected themselves too much to be trying to fuck a taken nigga. I was driving home and couldn't wait to get home to my two babies. Soon as Honey hit my phone, we was heading out to Houston's cousins crib.
I pulled into my driveway and made sure the gates were locked. Ever since Honey said Houston wanted Nic, it was constantly on my mind that he would send some reckless nigga to get her. I came in and I smelled enchiladas and baked barbecue beans. My stomach growled loud as hell. I heard Nic talking to KJ, and him laughing. I sighed out of relief, glad that no one had tried anything and she was still here. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the island.
"Look who that is, baby!" Nic said to KJ as she put the pan of enchiladas on the counter. He was giggling as usual in his high chair, and his green eyes lit up, making me smile.
"You haven't cut your hair, I see," she said walking up to me, kissing my lips, and running her hands over my fro.
"I thought you was feeling it?" I joked.
"I am. It gives you a rough sexy look," she smirked seductively. Damn she was fine.
"You ready to eat?" she asked.
"Born," I replied.
I stared at her as she made my plate. She had on pajama shorts and the matching crop top, exposing her toned stomach and sexy belly button ring. She reached into the cabinet for a plate, and I saw the bottom of her small, round, and plump butt, making my dick hard. The baby made her ass fatter and hips a little wider. I was fucking her 25/8. Some days she couldn't even walk regular.
"Why you wearing that in front of me?" I half joked.
"Pajamas?!" she frowned.
"Them ain't no regular pajamas, ma," I said.
She had no bra on, so I saw her hard nipples and piercings; my mouth was watering. A nigga could barely concentrate.
"They’re not?" she smiled. Damn she was beautiful; I don't know how I ever cheated.
"Hell nah! I can't eat with you looking like that, my dick hard already. You say you not ready for baby #2, but you wearing shit that make me wanna fuck the shit out you 24/7!" I chuckled, although serious.
"I will put on a robe then, Mr. King," she laughed, bringing me my plate and drink.
"Nah no need. What's for dessert?"
"Homemade German chocolate cake. And me," she smiled seductively. I wanted to get straight to dessert.
We ate our food and after she put the baby to sleep, she came in the room.
"Come here," I told her as she closed the door. She walked over to me, laying on the bed, and straddled me. I put my hands on her small waist. "You know a nigga named Houston?" I questioned.
"Yeah, he’s a nice guy," she replied.
"How so?"
"He offered to help me out while you were in a coma," she said. I immediately got pissed that he was that close to her. Making conversation and shit.
"I don't want you talking to other niggas right now, ma."
"What you mean?" she frowned.
"What’s going on?"
"That nigga Houston wants you. He’s planning to kidnap you, so I need you to not leave the crib for a while. I might stay at my condo for nights at a time, just because I don't want them knowing where we live. Don't leave this house for the next week. If you need anything, hit me and I will get it for you."
I needed her to be safe in case we didn't catch this nigga tonight. He was known for getting word that niggas knew his whereabouts and dipping. She climbed off me, obviously upset. "You mad?" I asked, frowning.
"You gonna stay at your condo for the rest of the week? The one you used to bring hoes to?" she asked, looking straight ahead.
I exhaled, irritated. "Nic, the last thing on my mind is bringing hoes to my condo. I'm tryna catch this nigga and protect you from him. If you don't leave, he can't follow you home, and if someone is following me in order to get you, it will lead to the condo," I pleaded.
She got up. "I'm gonna go to the guest room."
I hopped out the bed and grabbed her. "Nic, you have to trust me. I'm not doing this to fuck around on you. This some real shit!"
"Then take me with you to the condo!" she said, raising her eyebrow like she caught me up.
"No Nic, that defeats the purpose! I might as well stay here if that's the case!" I knew she said that cause she thought I was gon’ cheat. This shit was annoying me.
"The baby and I will go stay with my mother."
She was pissing me off, and I needed to put my foot down. "Nic, this is not a fucking discussion. You gon’ stay yo ass here and not leave until I tell you it's safe! Now close the damn door and bring your ass back to bed with me. When I tell you to do something, you need to do it! Not battle me on my decisions. This conversation is over! And fix your fucking face!" I yelled, walking back to the bed.
She closed the door and laid down under the covers. I got in the bed and cuddled up behind her. She moved my hands from her body.
"Why don't you go to your condo now?" she spat.
"Nic, you have to trust me that I'm not doing this to live like a bachelor," I said, hugging her from behind again.
"I trusted you the first time, and you fucked another bitch as soon as you hadn't had any for a couple weeks," she removed my hands again.
"Well why the fuck did you take me back if you was still gon’ be stuck on this shit? I'm not gon’ be with you if you can't move the fuck on! I can keep it pushing!" I yelled, irritated as fuck.
"Well I'll just go fuck another nigga and we can see how fast you get over that shit!" she spat.
"Aight. Fuck you, Nic!" I wanted to choke her ass, but I was brought up not to hit women; well, my woman. As Suga Free put it, "Never hit a woman, but I’ll slap the shit out of a bitch!" Nic was making it hard as hell, though.
I gave up and turned the TV on to wait for Honey's text. Thirty minutes later, she texted me that Houston said he was home. Game time. I hopped up and got dressed. When I came from the bathroom, I heard Nic crying quietly. I didn't give a fuck.
"Where you going?" she asked as she watched me put on my shoes.
"You worry about the nigga you gon’ fuck and where he going!" was all I said before I bounced. If she couldn't trust me, then I didn't know what the fuck to tell her.
***
My brothers and I arrived to Houston's cousins crib, and I had to silence my phone cause Nic was blowing me up with texts and calls, asking me where I was and saying sor
ry. I saw the car that Honey said was his and smiled. We all got out and went around back. Honey gave us all the fucking info. I saw them niggas playing dominoes through the window of a door that Honey told us was broken. Dumb asses. I quietly reached through the broken window and unlocked the door, as Kendreeis and Kendon stayed behind me with their guns ready and loaded. We rushed through the door, and Kendon immediately put a bullet in the cousin's shoulder. None of them had their heat on them. We forced them niggas to the car and drove them to our basement warehouse. We tied them to the chairs and poured gasoline on they ass.
"Who else is helping you?!" Kendreeis yelled to Harley.
"I…I'm no-"
POW!
Before he could finish, I pumped two in his dome. "Now he took too fucking long. Houston, who was helping y'all?" I asked.
His face was bloody and beat the fuck up, thanks to Kendon. I don't know why these niggas chose to run the streets, when they had no hands. Sometimes that would be all you had.
"Just three others. Y'all killed everybody else. Gordon, Kip, and Larry," he ran off.
"Who was in on you kidnapping my bitch?!"
"Just them three. Please my nigga, if you let me live, I will leave and never come back!" his bitch ass pleaded. I laughed, and then went to his cousin.
"What you know?!" Kendon asked, basically reading my mind.
"I was just giving a place to stay. I do-"
POW! POW!
Kendreeis killed his ass. "Useless," he commented after.
"Now nigga, you get it the worst." I lit a match and threw it in Houston's lap.
We all sat and watched him squirm and scream out. Once his squirms and screams stopped, we threw water on him to stop the flames.
"Ugh! What the fuck!" Kendreeis yelled. He always had a weak stomach for this shit. I laughed and called the clean-up crew.
***
When I got home, Nic and KJ were gone. I was too tired to deal with that shit, and took my ass to bed.
I woke up at 8am after hearing my alarm. I showered, brushed my teeth, dressed, and sprayed my everyday cologne. I hopped in my car and headed to her mother's place. I knocked on the door loud as hell. Nic's lil fast ass cousin answered the door.
"Hi Kendrick!" she smiled, cocking her head and licking her lips.
I ignored her and ran up the stairs to Nic's room. She was sleep and had KJ in the crib she bought to have here. I yanked the covers off her ass, causing her to wake up.
"Kendrick, what the fuck!"
"Let's go! Get yo ass up!" I yelled. I was mad as hell.
"I'm not going with you. Go to your condo," she said dryly. It took everything in me not to slap the shit out of her.
"Nic. I'm gon’ ask one more fucking time. Get up and get yo ass in the fucking car! We leaving," I said, and walked out.
She must've saw I meant business, cause she did as she was told. On the way home, she didn't say a word, and I did not give a fuck at all.
We got home, and I put KJ in his playpen. I walked into our room and she tried to rush past me. I grabbed her jaw, squeezed the fuck out of it, and threw her back on the bed with force.
"Ow!" she yelped in pain.
"Don't you ever leave like that again!" I yelled.
"Or what?!" she yelled.
"Or I'm leaving this relationship!" I blurted out, and immediately regretted it.
"Oh, so I go spend the night at my mother's, and you threaten to leave me. But you went and fucked another bitch and I stayed. Cool."
"Nic, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry I-"
"Save it, Kendrick," she cut me off and went to shower.
I waited a minute, then entered the bathroom. I got in the shower with her and watched her let the water run over her sexy body. It wet her long hair, causing it to curl. She looked at me, then turned her back to me and let the water hit the front of her body. I saw her jaw was bruised from me squeezing it. I came behind her and hugged her tight, letting my dick hit her plump ass. I expected her to resist, but she didn't. I kissed her bruised jaw, and she tensed up and closed her eyes from the pain.
"I didn't mean to hurt your jaw," I said between the kisses I planted on her jaw line.
"First Michael, now you," she said as tears strolled her face.
I felt like shit. This nigga just whooped her ass, and here I was putting my hands on her too. "I'm sorry, babe," was all I could say.
"You been having to say that too much," she cried.
"I know. I'm gonna do better, I promise."
She didn't respond. I turned her to face me so I could inspect her jaw, and she avoided eye contact. "Nic, I love you so much you don't understand. You and Kendrick mean the world to me. If I hurt you, it's not intentional." I kissed her neck, then kneeled down and began to kiss from her stomach to her pussy, while holding her waist. I lifted one of her legs and began to lick and suck on her clit. I lifted her leg higher for more access, and dipped my tongue in her opening.
"Kendrick...uhhghhhh," she came, and I lapped it all up.
I picked her up and brought her tight pussy onto my long, thick dick. I pounded into her, and all you heard was our moans and the smacking of our wet skin as I tore that shit up. I bit my lip and looked her in the eyes as I went to work. Her pretty face made my dick harder, and she came on cue. I sucked and bit her lips as I slowed down my strokes.
"MMM," was all I could say. I could live in this pussy.
She wrapped her arms around me, bringing her body closer as I held her up, and placed soft kisses on my biceps, making me want to nut early as fuck. She started kissing and sucking my neck, making me moan like a little hoe. The neck kisses, plus the feeling of her wet tight walls was too much; a nigga felt high. Eyes closed and shit. Scrunching my face and everything.
"Ahh!" I moaned, sounding like a bitch almost.
"Daddy!! I'm about to cum again!!!" she moaned.
I tongued her down as she came hard on my dick. I sped up, she leaned back, and I devoured her nipples on her firm, round titties and played with her nipple rings. I released into her, and we continued to kiss. I let her down off my dick.
"I love your crazy ass, Kendrick," she said, licking my chin and sucking my bottom lip.
"I love you too," I said, grabbing her neck, biting my lip, and tonguing her down.
She dropped to her knees, rubbed my head on her soft lips, then deep throated me until my toes curled and I busted in her mouth. She swallowed it all with her lil freaky ass. I had never moaned in that high of an octave in my life as I did with her. I loved that niggas didn't know how freaky she was. I literally was able to put it anywhere except her eyes, nose, and ears. Nic was an A1 pornstar in the bedroom; my wish was her command. My bitch knew how to please her nigga, contrary to popular belief. We washed each other and she made us breakfast. As crazy as she made me, I loved this woman.
Chapter Five: Jessica Leon
When Christy told me she had gotten married in Vegas to Kayden, it made me sad as hell. I was happy for her, but I felt like Kendon and I were getting nowhere. I had a feeling he was messing around, because it was in my gut. Kendon was a hoe by nature, and no matter how he tried to pretend like he changed, I knew how he was. I just did what most girls do; hoped he would change for me.
They recently hired this new girl named Honey, and after they hired her ass, Kendon seemed to frequent KB's way more as a customer than an owner. I decided to drop the fuck by. I didn't tell my friends, because I know they would say, "if you look you will find." Well, that was too damn bad. I would die before I let this nigga fuck around on me.
I pulled into the back parking lot and I saw his car. Hoe ass nigga. It was a Friday around 8pm, and the place was jumping. I walked in and said hi to the doorman, who knew me.
"Where is Kendon?" I asked.
He pointed to a group of niggas who I realized we're Jules, Maurice, Ricky, and dumb ass Kendon. The DJ announced Honey, and them niggas sat up like groupies at a concert. It pissed me off. She walked out and she
was beautiful. Her skin was golden brown; she had long golden blond curls, honey colored eyes, and was stacked. She reminded me of Beyoncé. Ironically, "Partition" by Beyoncé was playing. All the niggas in the club stood up to watch this hoe. I kept my eyes on Kendon, and I'd never seen him smile so hard. She grabbed the pole and seductively slid down, it causing the dollar bills to start flying. Kendon was definitely throwing money like he had never seen pussy in his life. She turned her back to us and touched her toes, giving us full view of her plump round ass. You would've thought this was a Michael Jackson concert the way these niggas was getting ready to faint. She climbed up the pole, twirled down, and mami landed in a split. By this point, even I was amazed. The floor of the stage was covered in so many bills that you couldn't see it anymore. She finished her dance, and then the DJ brought her the mic.
"Now I need a special guest up here tonight," she said, causing all the thirsty niggas to howl and shit. I was so happy Kendon kept quiet. "One that can keep his hands to himself. Hmmm," she said as she looked around the packed room. "Well, we have an actual King brother here tonight, so might as well. Come on, Kendon!" she yelled laughing, and everybody cheered him on. I felt like I was gon’ throw up.
They turned on "Body Party" by Ciara, and she went to work on Kendon, grinding on him and all kinds of shit. I felt tears welling up, and I got hot all over. When she was done, she leaned down and whispered something in his ear, causing him to smack and grab her ass. She giggled, and the crowd cheered his corny ass on. She said her goodbye to the crowd and went backstage as Kendon came back down to sit with his friends. I left without him knowing I was there, and sped to his home. I was going to simply go to my house and never talk to him again, but I wanted to confront his ass first.
***
I waited and waited for him until I saw it was 4am. I logged into his iCloud and went to Find My iPhone. I located his shit and wrote down the address he was at. I drove there in what I had on, a spaghetti-strapped top and yoga shorts, and then I threw on tennis shoes. My hair was in a bun, and I made sure I put Vaseline on my face. I was fighting tonight!
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