Don't Come Looking for Love 2: Kenjay's Takeover

by Natavia

  “AHHHHH!” he said like he just drank a nice glass of cold ice water. He sexily licked his lips then blew me a kiss.

  “You crazy bitch!” I yelled at him and he laughed at me.

  He rubbed her pussy then lubed it around his dick, getting it nice and wet. He entered his thick, long massive cock into her. My pussy contracted and fluid leaked out onto my panties. I had an orgasm from watching them.

  He pulled out of her then teased her with the tip of it as she put her legs behind her head, playing with her swollen clit.

  “Please fuck me, baby!” she moaned. He slid all the way in her then she gasped. He pressed down on her inner thighs lifting himself up then pounded into her so hard and rough. He was fucking her senseless. I was angry, hurt, mad, and woozy. I started drooling then I nodded off, but the sound of her screaming like she was being murdered was keeping me awake.

  “Tighten that pussy up! Yeah, just like that! Fuck me back!” he said pounding into her. Her pussy was swallowing his entire dick. He pulled out then flipped her onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks, licking between them and I could hear slurping sounds as he palmed her ass cheeks.

  “Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck me!” she pleaded. He spread her cheeks wider then entered her anus and she surprisingly took all of him in.

  “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” she hissed. He gripped her hips and rammed his big dick into her ass. She screamed as she had an orgasm.

  “Fuck! That’s it! Throw that shit back!” he said smacking her ass. I had never seen a man fuck a woman like this. My nipples pressed against my bra and the heat that came from my legs was making me go crazy. I needed to touch myself or I would lose my mind.

  He grunted then pulled out of her. He walked over to me jerking off, shooting his thick creamy nut into my face.

  “Thought I’d save you some!” he said then walked into the bathroom shutting the door. The red-bone grabbed her clothes then got dressed.

  “You are dead bitch!” I said to her slurring as I nodded off.

  She laughed. “Bitch, you are not far from it!” she said walking out. Shine came out of the bathroom wiping his dick off. He then untied me. I tried standing up but my legs felt like noodles.

  He undressed me then put me in the tub as I cried. He had some type of control over me and I didn’t know why.

  He washed me up and didn’t say a word. As he washed my back, I burst into laughter feeling the high he gave me.

  “You are so fucking dead! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to gut your ass!” I said laughing as my head thrashed back.

  “I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking! I love you! You forgive me?” he asked, pleading with those sexy eyes of his.

  “I been losing my mind and taking it out on you! Someone killed my aunt and that shit is still eating me up! I just need you to be here for me! I’m supposed to be your man! You supposed to accept me. Maybe I should leave!” he said dropping the sponge in the tub.

  “Nooooo! I’m sorry! Please, don’t leave me! You are all that I have left!” I pleaded. I heard whispering in my head but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They were all speaking at once. I covered my ears then screamed. Shine rushed to me then hugged me. “It’s okay, shorty! I’m not going anywhere!” he said kissing my forehead.

  “Will you marry me?” he asked me.

  “Seriously? It’s too soon,” I said.

  “Do you love me or not? If you did, you would say yes!” he said.

  “Yes, I will” I said smiling. “Why did you fuck that woman in our bed?”

  WHAP!

  He smacked me and my head hit the soap dish. It started bleeding.

  “Look what you made me do! I’m trying to do right by you and you are questioning me about old shit! Bitch, I keep telling you don’t question me!” he said pulling me out of the tub. I tried tussling with him but he was stronger than me. He backhanded me again then my head hit the sink.

  “Shut up, bitch! Shut the hell up! Get your ass up and clean this blood up off the floor!” he said. I picked up the soap dish then hit him on the head with it.

  “You fucking with the wrong bitch!” I said kicking him between the legs. He was still ass naked. He slammed me into the shower. I grabbed at his dick, wanting him inside me. I needed him. The blood running from my head was turning me on.

  “I’m not fucking you!” he said slapping my face then dragged me into the bedroom.

  He handcuffed me to the headboard. I was still kind of weak from the drug he gave me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. He left the room then came back with peroxide and a rag. He cleaned my head off then kissed my lips. He traveled down to my breasts sucking them. I moaned from the pressure applied to my nipples. He slid a finger into me then pulled back out.

  “When your pussy gets tight enough, I will fuck you!” he said. I spat in his face.

  He smiled then wiped his face off. He went out into the living room then came back with a plastic container with holes poked on top of it. He popped the lid and there was a big-ass hairy tarantula inside. I was frightened of spiders. Piss ran down my legs and I started hyperventilating. I should’ve never told him that was my biggest fear. I tried to move my arms but they were handcuffed tightly to the headboard rails.

  “You need some act-right!” he said. He put the spider onto the bed then went to grab another container with an even bigger tarantula.

  “These came straight from a jungle in Africa!” he said laughing, placing the second one onto the bed.

  “Noise attracts them, so if you scream, they will bite the hell out of you! So, if I was you, shorty, I wouldn’t make a sound!” he said getting up. They started crawling on me and the bigger one crawled over my mouth. Eight beady eyes stared me in the face. The second one crawled between my legs then up my stomach. I fainted…

  Kenjay

  We are in V.I.P as O’Shea performed live at club Pure. I hadn’t said two words to Latavia. Matter of fact, I hadn’t said shit to her in a few days. I don’t even know if I can trust her. There was a reason she didn’t want me to know how she knew Shaw. They had some history and I could tell that it was deep. What if she was setting me up, too? I didn’t trust nobody but my family at this point! I knew her brother robbed me and I already knew now that it was a setup. When I was being robbed I knew those voices sounded familiar but couldn’t think of who they belonged to. The day at her parent’s house, I realized the voices belonged to Dizzy and Tuchie. Now, I’m wondering if she was with me trying to set me up, too.

  Sameer, Jameer and Beans were drinking, having a good time talking shit. Latavia and Britain were talking and Lo-Lo was giving Sameer the side-eye. I didn’t even feel like being there but I had to support my brother. I went to every one of O’Shea’s shows that he did at home.

  “What’s wrong with you, nigga? I’m not feeling you just being quiet!” Lo-Lo said to me. I waved her off then finished my drink.

  “Yeah, nigga! You been quiet over there! You good?” Jameer asked me.

  “I will be when y’all motherfuckers stop asking me shit!” I said to him.

  He shook his head then Sameer grilled me. “This not like you, my nigga!” Sameer said.

  “I rap to y’all about it later!” I said to them. Latavia came over to me then flopped down in my lap. She was drunk and was making an ass out of herself. Besides, I wasn’t even feeling shorty right now.

  “Can we go home and make love? I want your dick inside me, Kenjay!” she said rubbing on my dick. My cousins and Beans were looking at her acting a little bit too thirsty. She knew I didn’t play that shit out in public.

  “Chill the fuck out! Niggas staring at you and shit!” I said to her smacking her hand away.

  “Kiss me, Kenjay!” she said then started trying to straddle me. Britain looked on in shock and Lo-Lo shook her head. She tried kissing me. I moved my head then she grabbed my face. She was being too aggressive. I pushed her off of me then she went crashing onto the floor.

/>   “Yo, you already know I’m not fucking feeling you right now! Get your ass up and catch a cab home! You are fucking embarrassing me!” I grilled her. Tears formed in her eyes. She got up then dumped the ice bucket over my head.

  “You think you are that nigga but you aren’t, Kenjay! Who do you think you are talking to?” she asked me getting into my face. Britain tried getting up. “Sit your ass down, Britain! You are pregnant and she is grown! You can’t always save her! Plus, I don’t want you slipping on the wet floor! Lo-Lo come and get this bitch!” I spat. Lo-Lo got up then walked Latavia out of the club.

  “Yo, you wrong for that!” Jameer said to me.

  “Nigga, mind your fucking business!” I said.

  “Yeah, Jameer, mind your business before we end up having to jump this nigga! Past couple of days this nigga been in a fucked up mood!” Sameer said.

  “Say what?” I asked him.

  “Nigga, you heard me! I didn’t stutter! We are your fucking family! Just because you can’t control your cheating-ass woman doesn’t mean you can talk to us any kind of way! We fucking riding for you, nigga! No questions asked! We are blood and all you have to do is say the word I will murk all those niggas! But you are not going to keep dissing us, neither!” Sameer said to me.

  I chuckled and they all just looked at me. Britain stared at me and Beans brushed his hand down his waved. I guess they were waiting for me to fly off the handle.

  I got up then Sameer stood up when I got close I pulled him into a dap hug. “My lil’ nigga! I appreciate you! I like that! Don’t let nobody fuck with your brother!” I said to him.

  “Damn, nigga, get off me! Got me feeling all jittery and shit!” he joked. O’Shea came into V.I.P after performing. The nigga Rich was now on stage. He rapped also under the label O’Shea rapped for.

  “What happened to you?” he asked me.

  “Woman problems!” I said looking down at my drenched clothes.

  “Y’all I’m ready to bounce to see what’s up with Latavia’s simple ass!” I said walking out of the section. I stood on the curb and waited for the valet to pull my brand new, cocaine white Porsche Panamera up. My phone rang and it was Takera’s ghetto ass calling me.

  “What the hell your dirty ass calling me for?” I asked her.

  “That’s how you talk to me now? Didn’t we fuck two days ago?” she asked me. I slipped up after leaving Latavia’s parents’ house. I was so angry from her lying to me about the nigga, Shaw, I ended up over Takera’s house. I haven’t dealt with her on that level since Latavia and I made it official. Our whole time together, I only cheated on her once.

  “That didn’t count!” I told her.

  “You was all up in my guts! How doesn’t that count? You know you can’t leave me alone. We been fucking for ten years now!” she said.

  “Like I said, it doesn’t count! Now, what do you want, shorty?” I asked her. Takera wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t smoke weed so much. She was attractive and her ass was nice and plump. But her tracks always looked like she just got gang-banged on a pissy mattress inside of a crack house.

  “I need some money for my rent!” she said. I took the phone away from my ear looking at it making sure it was her number.

  “You mean to tell me all them tenants you have in your crib and you can’t ask them for rent?”

  “What tenants?” she asked.

  “Those fucking bed bugs! Shorty, you need to be charging their little asses for rent, cable, gas and electric! I’m not fucking with you! One of them might record it and send it to my shorty’s phone! I don’t trust that shit!” I said cracking up.

  “Shut up, Kenjay! They came from my neighbor!” she said laughing.

  “Yeah, all right! I’m still not coming over there!” I told her. I had my dick in her for ten seconds and when I saw those small brown things on the wall, I pulled out. I shouldn’t have been over there but I’m glad I didn’t go all the way.

  “How much you need? I hope you are smart enough to get me for a few extra hundred to get that fucked up, income tax weave fixed! Y’all broads pay all that money during tax time on hair then can’t keep it up after that!” I told her. Takera was a straight up hoodrat!

  “Eight hundred!” she said.

  “Meet me outside! I’ll be around there in thirty minutes!” I told her. I got into my car then pulled off.

  Takera walked outside with pajama pants, a tank top and a silk scarf tied around her head.

  “Shorty, you have so much potential but I cannot understand why the fuck you carry yourself like this!” I said. I usually don’t be giving money to these broads like that. Only chick I spoiled was Latavia. I just felt sorry for Takera for some reason.

  “Shut up, Kenjay! Let’s get a room!” she said to me.

  “Hell nawl! You damn sure ain’t getting in my car, either. Those bugs travel! You lucky I didn’t take that shit home! I had to sneak in the house naked while my girl was asleep, fucking with you. I had to leave my clothes by the pool!” I told her, lighting up a blunt.

  “I didn’t know that Latavia used to fuck with Shaw! When are they getting a divorce?” she asked, taking my blunt from me.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.

  “They are married! My brother Lim that was locked up with him had me call Shaw on three-way for him. But anyways, they started talking about how Latavia wants to divorce him. She married him while he was in jail. He doesn’t know I talk to you like that, so keep my name out of it!” she said.

  “I don’t believe that shit!” I said.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s on you!” she said. I went into my pocket giving her a stack. She said eight hundred but I gave her a g. If only Takera was smart, that information could have gotten her more money.

  When I got home, Latavia was sprawled out on the couch. I grabbed a bucket then put a lot of ice in it. I ran cold water in the bucket then let it sit. I took her clothes off and not once did she budge. She was now naked. I sat her up on the couch and her head fell back as she lightly snored. I took the water then dumped it over her head. As soon as she jumped up, I smacked the hell out of her ass.

  “WHAT THE FUCK!” she screamed holding her cheek.

  “So, you married to that nigga? What are you doing? You setting me up? That’s why you wanted me to love you so bad? You wanted to get into my head, so you can distract me? This nigga is trying to rob me and you are helping him? Bitch, I gave you my seed and you do me like this?” I asked her.

  Latavia

  I was sitting there, ass naked shivering. Kenjay slapped me but I was so cold that I no longer felt it. My body started to go numb. I wrapped my arms around myself as he cursed me out.

  He paced back in forth. “You got me putting my hands on you and shit! You fucked that nigga, didn’t you? That’s where that hickey came from?” he asked me.

  “NO!” I cried still lying. I was so scared of him I didn’t know what to do.

  “You are scaring me!” I said.

  He pulled his gun out then cocked it. “Did he give you that hickey?” he asked me.

  “YES!” I said sobbing.

  “That’s your husband?” he asked me then I nodded my head yes.

  “You know, I knew something was going on with y’all! I recorded y’all when he came over here! I knew something was up! But I thought maybe you was going to tell me that y’all fucked! I could’ve lived with that! But married? You got feelings for the nigga? Y’all got history!” he said kicking over the coffee table, causing me to jump. He swiped the liquor off the bar and it crashed onto the floor.

  “I’m your side nigga?” he asked.

  “No, baby, it’s not like that I swear!” I pleaded.

  “My mama always told me that silence is almost the same as lying. You didn’t say SHIT! I took you to meet my mama! My whole fucking family! We was going to have a son! You married to a nigga that tried to rob me! How the fuck you think that looks? You blamed me for a lot of shit and you
doing me dirty! This shit hurts! It fucking hurts! This looks suspect! Do you understand that?” he asked, walking off. I was shivering really badly and I could barely talk. I felt the AC coming on, blasting. He was torturing me. He came back with a box then opened it.

  “You know that day when you asked me to get you pregnant again, I went out and got you a ring. I was hoping we could make it right the second time around. I wanted to marry you but something told me to hold it off!” he said as I stared at the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen.

  He grabbed the back of my neck. “I wanted you to be my fucking wife but you are already married to another nigga! I’m not shit to you!” he gritted, mushing me.

  “Call Lo-Lo or whoever else you want to come and help you. Get your shit and get the fuck out!” he said as a tear threatened to slip from his eye.

  “NO!” I’m not leaving!” I said getting up, shivering.