by Natavia
“Your father is really going to shit a brick if he sees us in a magazine somewhere.” I giggled. I shouldn’t have drunk that champagne like water.
He pulled me harder through them. I put my hands over my face because the cameras were flashing so bright.
We got outside and he opened the door to a stretch Bentley limo.
“Get your ass in!” he told me.
“Hell no! Nigga, is you crazy?” I asked him and before I knew it, I was being pushed inside of the limo. This motherfucker was too damn aggressive!
He sat across from me and unbuttoned his blazer, exposing his chest and tight stomach. I turned my head to stop from staring. O’Shea had definitely grown up.
“Now, what was that shit you was spitting at me? Talk that crazy shit now!” he said leaning forward.
I wasn’t saying anything because I hadn’t been around him in years and his whole demeanor had changed. I didn’t know if the nigga beat on bitches now or what. But then again, I couldn’t picture O’Shea doing that.
“I wasn’t saying nothing! Now, where the fuck is you taking me? I can’t just leave Latavia like that!” I said.
“Kenjay got her, so don’t worry about her, she grown! Now, let’s worry about us!” he said leaning further over, smirking with those sexy-ass grills in his mouth.
“There is no damn us!” I laughed at him.
“What’s up though, Britain? You seem like you got some serious shit on your chest and I want to know! I was young back then and I couldn’t do as much. My pops filled my head up with mad shit and I believed it until I started seeing him for who he really is. He having his karma now, though, trust me! That nigga fell off so bad he looks like he’s on something from what I heard,” he said.
“He hurt me so bad, O’Shea! It’s all his fault our… Never mind, don’t worry about it! I’m just mad that I had to deal with all of that at a young age and I felt like you just didn’t care! While your bitch-ass daddy harassed me every chance he got, you were fucking that chick Elay!” I said.
“So, you just going to hold that over my head?” he asked.
“What the fuck do you think? That shit fucked me up badly! I just wished I never fucked you then everything would’ve been fine!” I said.
“You don’t believe that shit!” he said sparking up his blunt.
“So, you just going to smoke that shit while I’m sitting right here?” I asked him.
“You damn right, dealing with your mean ass! I need something to calm my nerves before I end up jacking your ass up!” he said. “You want hit it?”
“Where to, sir?” the limo driver asked as the partition rolls down.
“Four Seasons,” he said.
“Oh hold the hell up! I know damn-well you not taking me back to a room!” I said getting mad.
“I would take you back to my house but its two hours away! So, yes, we going there to chill and talk!” he said and I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
“Hit this, Britain, to calm your damn nerves!” he said.
“No, I don’t smoke!” I told him. He pulled me forward and now I was on top of him. He grabbed my legs, forcing me to straddle him. He was strong as hell because I was not a skinny chick!
He grabbed the back of my head forcing my lips to his. He opened his mouth and slowly blew the smoke into it. I never wanted weed so much in my life. I avoided it because my mama used to get high and they say weed is a gateway drug, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it. He did it again and I inhaled the smoke. “Now, can I kiss you again?” he asked, sounding like a fourteen-year-boy all over again.
“Go ahead and make it quick!” I laughed and he slid his tongue into my mouth, gripping my ass and pressing it down on his hard-on. My buzz mixed with the weed made my pussy throb and I could feel the wetness seeping out of me, coating my vagina lips.
“That pussy wet, isn’t it?” he asked.
“No, it’s not!” I said embarrassed, ready to get off of him. He pulled me back down, “I can feel the heat on my leg coming from between your legs,” he said.
We came to a stop and O’Shea lifted me up then got out, grabbing my hand, helping me out of the car. I didn’t know what was bound to happen once we got in there, but whatever it was, it would be the last time. The more I was around him, the more I thought about Shia and just wanted to tell him about her.
How do you tell a man he might have an eight-year-old daughter out in the world somewhere? I still didn’t know if she made it out of NICU, but I felt like she did. But how could I explain that I was too young and his father would’ve had us killed? I couldn’t explain it and that was why I couldn’t be around him like that.
O'Shea
We walked into the penthouse suit and Britain looked so nervous.
“Chill out, girl!” I told her and my phone rang. It was Jordan’s simple ass. I only agreed to go because my publicist thought it would be a good look that I show up with her because I was known for having flings every week. She thought it would be a good idea that I show the media I could be a gentleman and not just a no good-ass nigga.
But them seeing me leave with Britain just made it worse but I didn’t even give a fuck about that. It would be worth it!
“So, this is the life you always wanted?” she asked looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
“I just want to rap but the life comes with it,” I said hugging her from behind and her body tensed. Her ass smothered my dick print. I missed a natural body—almost everyone had fake titties and asses. Tucks here and there and, after a while, all the bitches’ bodies looked the same. But Britain’s curves were natural, her ass jiggled when she walked, and when I pulled her on me in the limo, her titties bounced. I missed the real shit like I missed home cooked meals. A nigga be wanting a smothered pork-chop with gravy. Steak and Lobster was starting to become tasteless to me. Britain just felt like home.
“Why you all up-tight and shit? Relax, you already know how I will always feel about you,” I told her and she walked away from me and sat on the sofa.
I poured her some wine and me some Ace of Spades. I sat across from her giving her some space.
“So, Britain, what you trying to do with your work? I know you want to venture out on your own with your own clients. You know I can help you out with that. It’s a lot of the niggas under the label I rap with that can use your help,” I told her.
“Thanks, but no thanks! I didn’t work this hard for me to just get the shit handed to me so easily. I want to build my clients up from them getting to see me and my work, not just because you have connections. You followed your rapping career by doing videos on YouTube, doing mixtapes and all that. Your hard work paid off and I want mine to do the same,” she said.
“Damn, that was deep! But I can respect that, and with that attitude, you will get whatever it is that you want!” I told her.
“So, is Jordan looking for you?” she asked, sipping her wine.
“Yeah, she is as always, but let’s talk about us,” I said.
“There is no us!” she said making me laugh. I sat my glass down and walked toward her.
I leaned forward with my hands resting on her knees. “Why you trying to act all hard and shit?” I asked her, looking into her eyes.
“Why you always in my face?” she snapped and I just kiss her lips. Britain was making that fourteen-year-old boy come out of me again. I couldn’t resist her then like I can’t resist her now.
A moan escaped her lips as she tried pushing me away. I smacked her hand away lying on top of her. My dick was pressed against her center and the heat from between her legs was making my dick even harder. It was straining to be released. I just had to have her.
I slid the sleeves of her bodysuit down exposing her black lace bra. Her nipples were straining to get out. I kissed one through the fabric and she moaned a little louder. Her back slightly arched up pushing it further in my mouth and I gently bit it.
I pulled the rest
of it down to her ankles. I slid off her shoes and there was a rose on her foot with a vein traveling up her thick leg. Her toes were painted pink and I had never seen perfect toes until now. She lay on the couch with just her bra and thong on. I slid her matching thong down and caught a whiff of her sex. The scent of her arousal was driving me crazy.
“What happened here?” I asked tracing a thick scar at the bottom of her stomach.
“I can’t remember, I was a little girl when it happened!” she said. My memory was good and she didn’t have that scar when I took her virginity. But then again, maybe it was there and I overlooked it because I was anxious about sliding into her.
I traced my finger down her freshly shaved pussy, smearing her wetness around it and it glistened; her clit swelled up.
“You been fucking, Britain?” I asked taking off my clothes.
“Yes, I have been!” she snapped.
“You couldn’t wait for the nigga who stamped your shit?” I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable about her fucking other niggas.
After I undressed, I propped her legs up and spread them apart. As soon as I kissed her pussy, she started to get wetter. I swirled my tongue around her clit then licked up and down the center. I pulled her bud into my mouth, sucking on it and adding pressure to it until she moaned.
Her essence ran down my chin as I sucked and nibbled on it. Her legs shook and closed against my head but I roughly pushed them apart, giving her a firm lick, down to the extra skin that separated her pussy from her ass.
“Please, stop!” she said. I slid my two fingers in her and her walls squeezed them. Britain was extra tight like she hadn’t fucked in years. I moved my fingers in a “come here” motion and that was what she did. She came so hard her muscles pushed my fingers out. As she orgasmed, I rubbed her clit until she let out a scream that pierced my ears.
I turned her over onto her stomach and spread her ass cheeks. I slowly entered my dick into her and she gasped as I stretched her apart.
“Relax, shorty!” I told her because her walls were pushing me out, making me mad. She was too damn tight.
I slowly moved in and out of her, one hand on her shoulder while the other gripped her hip. Her body shivered as she moved back, getting into it, and I smacked her ass. “Chill out! I’m not trying to bust so soon!” I told her.
“Fuck, Britain!” I ground into her harder. She moaned louder and I licked her shoulder and sucked the back of her neck. She arched her ass up, gripping the arm of the sofa. I felt her floodgates opening and it poured down my nuts and legs.
“Let that shit go!” I told her as her body tensed up. Britain acted like she never had good dick before. I thrust into her harder and she screamed then trembled.
I pulled out of her. “What you stopping for?” she asked out of breath.
“You scared of the dick!” I told her. She stood up titties bouncing. She had the prettiest nipples I had ever seen. She grabbed me, pulling me into her and kissed me.
“I might can teach you a few things! Don’t sleep on me because I will have your ass tapping out!” she said. It must have been the wine and the weed talking, I thought to myself.
I sat down on the couch, dick sticking straight up. “What you got, shorty?” I asked.
She climbed on me, holding my dick as she eased down onto it. Once she got all the way down, I started throbbing and she squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles. She had both of her legs propped up with her feet planted onto the sofa. She rose and started bouncing on my dick. Her pussy was so wet it sounded like macaroni and cheese being stirred.
I sucked her nipples and she bounced harder. “Do that shit! Bounce on that dick! FUCK!” I groaned.
My toes cracked and my dick felt like it was about to burst as Britain slammed down onto it, “I’m about to bust!”
“No you are not! Talk shit now!” she said. I didn’t know what happened to my sweet Britain. This was a different chick riding my dick like she was some kind of porn star.
She turned around with my dick still inside her and rode me so good, I almost screamed like a bitch. My eyes were closed and I was holding onto her like you did on a rollercoaster. When you go up you close your eyes and hold on tight because you knew it was about to drop.
“Oh shit!” I grunted then she twirled on my dick, lifting her ass up, bouncing her cheeks. I bust the biggest nut, making me dizzy. All of a sudden my eyes closed.
I woke up ass naked on the sofa in the hotel. I looked around and there was no sign of Britain. I called out for her and she didn’t answer. I grabbed my phone and there was a note under it telling me that we had goodbye sex and that she hoped I enjoyed it because it was the last time I would ever hit it again. She a motherfucking lie! I called her phone and it went straight to voicemail. I was mad as fuck! She fucked a nigga to sleep then dipped on me like it was nothing.
“Man, fuck her!” I told Kenjay while sitting in the studio. We were coming up with some beats for my new album I was about to drop, and for some reason I wasn’t flowing right.
“Yo, you don’t mean that shit!” he told me.
“Yo, she fucked my ass something serious, man! I think something wrong with my dick! I must use the bitch too much, because it wasn’t working right! I puts bitches to sleep and have them soaking in Epsom salt! She had a nigga heart dropped to his stomach. My toes cracked and everything! Nigga, I need to get my dick checked out!” I told him.
“That don’t mean that, nigga! It’s just that she pussy-whipped you! She put that pussy on you!” he laughed.
“Yo, I had a crazy ass night, too! Latavia ass ends up bluffing me out, so I ended up over this shorty house—this number I got a week ago, right? But anyway, I’m over shorty crib chilling and we start fooling around. She strips down to her thongs and bra, right? She pulls her thongs off, and when she does it, goes from thongs to wrongs!” he said.
“Wrongs?” I asked.
“Yo, she had a shit stain in the middle of her thong and that shit was all wrong! I think I even seen a little piece of corn in that shit!” I laughed with tears in my eyes.
“Yo, what the fuck! That’s nasty as fuck!” I told him.
“I asked her how she didn’t know she shit herself. This bitch told me she ate Popeye’s before I came over there! I told her dog food wrongs having ass don’t call me no damn more!” he said.
“How about that beat?” Gino asked me. He was the only nigga who could get my beats right.
“That shit hot!” Kenjay said and I agreed.
I started rapping as the beat dropped.
“Shorty got big-ass thick thighs/Shorty knows how to ride/ million dollar pussy had a nigga feeling high/ she works that shit better than any bitch I know/ when shorty calls the bitch I’m chilling wit’ gotta go/ a broad asked for a kiss I tell her ass hell no/ but my shorty can get anything she wants including all my dough/ been checking for her for a minute but she don’t trust niggas/ one day soon I’m going to put some hot shit on her finger worth seven figures/ waiting for the day she carry my seed/ in case y’all hoes don’t know she the only one I need/ remember back then when I first popped that cherry/ swear to God on everything she gone be the only one I marry/ now she calls herself trying to leave me/ give her the good dick and y’all goin see/ that there is no other chick out here for me/ If I catch her fucking with a another nigga/ my finger on the gat and I’m pulling that trigga…
Kenjay
“I want these pumps!” Latavia said as we shopped in Neiman Marcus.
“Hurry, up and get whatever you want damn! You getting on my fucking nerves!” I said to her.
“I don’t say that shit when you be blowing my fucking phone up!” she said.
“Well, you shouldn’t have good pussy then!” I told her texting on my phone. Latavia and I just be kicking it but I fucks with her heavy. It has only been a month and in that short period of time, she done something to a nigga. But a nigga like me isn’t ready to settle down. I like fucking different bitches every nig
ht and not having to answer to nobody.
“So, what we doing tonight?” she asked browsing through handbags.
“Nothing, I got some important shit I need to take care of!” I told her.
“Shit, like what?” she asked.
“It’s business related!” I told her nosey ass.
“Heyyyyy, Kenjay!” Melah said to me. I smashed her a few months ago. She started to become clingy and I wasn’t feeling that shit. I just hoped Latavia keeps it quiet because she was straight up ratchet. She wasn’t laid back how Britain was; she had too much mouth.
“What’s up, shorty?” I asked, making small talk and Latavia was just grilling my ass.
“How have you been?” she asked getting a little to close and I stepped back because Latavia was watching me like a hawk. She wasn’t my woman but I did have some respect for her. I couldn’t say the same about these other hoes I be fucking with.
