Thug Lovin'

by Wahida Clark

  “Come here, baby.” She held open her arms for Trae. He put the camera down and held her close. “I love you so much,” she sobbed.

  “I love you more,” he told her, loving every minute of it.

  “Do you remember the day you put this bracelet on my ankle?”

  “Of course I do. I even remember what you had on. I was sitting on the bed watching you get dressed.”

  “You remember those days? Oh God, you made the magic.”

  “Of course I do. Now stop crying and give me my gift.”

  “It’s in the bedroom.”

  “Where at?”

  “You have to find it.”

  “Oh, I see you got jokes.”

  “What, you forgot? I am one not to be outdone.” She laughed through snivels.

  “Oh, we’ll see about that. Meet me in the living room. I’ll be right back.”

  “Happy hunting,” she teased.

  She busied herself getting everything set up in the living room where the party was to get started. A phone rang but since they had the same ring tone she wasn’t sure whose phone it was. She grabbed the one that was ringing since they were both sitting on the coffee table.

  “Hello.” There was silence. “Hello,” Tasha said again.

  “I’m sorry, I was interrupted. Is Mr. Macklin available?”

  Tasha was stunned. Here this bitch is calling my husband on Valentine’s Day. I ought to— No, breathe. Be cool, Tasha. Breathe. Think with a level head.

  Tasha finally spoke. “Who is calling?”

  “Charli. Charli Li, his attorney. Is this Mrs. Macklin?”

  Tasha sat down on the plush sofa and crossed her legs. Trae must have found his present because she could hear him coming back into the living room talking smack.

  “Yo baby. I hate to give you the crown, but I think you got me this year.” He held up a small box that held a set of keys, the manual to a Maybach and a Maybach umbrella and cupholder. “I can’t believe you did this shit. How much did it set you back?” She was trying not to laugh because he looked as if he was trying not to cry. He had wanted that car for almost a year now but had kept putting it off. “What nigga you know gets a Maybach for Valentine’s?” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I love you, baby. But, yo, this shit here looks gay. I’m not feeling this.” He held up the cell phone.

  “I knew you would say that. So I’m going to keep that for myself. That’s mines. Give it to me.” She held out one hand to claim the cell phone and the other one to pass him his. She had bought him—well, actually her—a GoldVish diamond-studded mobile phone. She wasn’t planning on telling him how much it had cost.

  “Fuck that little shit. This is the real deal!” He was now thumbing through the manual and cheesing from ear to ear. “When do we go pick it up?”

  “Sit down and take this call, Trae.”

  “Who is it, baby? Damn, it’s Valentine’s Day. When can I go pick up my car?”

  “That’s what I said. It’s Valentine’s Day. And at this rate I may cancel the fuckin’ car.”

  “Are the kids okay?” He took the phone. “You ain’t canceling shit. Why you trippin’?”

  “The kids are fine.”

  “What up?” Trae spoke into the receiver. He looked over at Tasha and frowned. She folded her arms across her chest and had her eyes glued on him. He listened attentively for a couple of minutes, then said, “Cool. Give Benny a call.” He ended the call and turned his phone off.

  “Your phone is on, right?”

  Tasha looked at him, not bothering to respond.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Tasha. That was big business right there.”

  “I can’t tell. Why the bitch keep blowing up your cell phone and buying you gifts and shit, Trae? Hell, it’s Valentine’s Day and the bitch calling you as if you owe her something.”

  “Tasha, I told you, that was business. She about her money and don’t care if it was Christmas. But fuck her. Let’s move on with our evening.” He rubbed his hands together.

  Tasha laughed and shook her head in disbelief.

  “Tasha, let it go, man. Fuck her. Stop the insecure shit. I told you that ain’t you.”

  “Insecure? Nigga, please. Having gut instincts is not insecure. You taught me that, remember?”

  “Yes, you are acting insecure. I told you I ain’t fuckin’ the bitch, so what the fuck? You want me to stop getting money with the broad?” he yelled.

  She could see that Trae was pissed off. But hell, so was she. They sat across from one another staring each other down and not saying a word.

  “Come here, Tasha. I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that. I’m sorry, baby.” He made an attempt at bringing the peace back into the room. “Tasha, come here baby. Please? So what now? You gonna let a phone call disturb our groove? Fuck her, Tasha. Now come here. And I’m not going to ask you again.” He glared at her. She sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and stood up. He eased up to the edge of the sofa as she slowly made her way over to him and stood in front of him. He began rubbing the outside of her thighs before sliding his hands over her ass cheeks. She didn’t have any panties on under the dress.

  “See.” He massaged and squeezed her ass. “This is what I’m talking about. You gonna let that bitch stop you from enjoying a good fuck from your husband that worships the ground you walk on? Drop that trench coat so I can see what you been hiding all night, with your fine ass.”

  “Since you can’t seem to take care of that bitch, I will, Trae.”

  “Tasha, I’m not telling you again, later for her!” he spat. “Let’s enjoy our evening. Now open this coat.”

  “Take your hands off my ass.”

  “This ass belongs to Daddy.”

  “Well take your hands off of Daddy’s ass.” He let go and she stood back and untied the trench coat and let it fall to the floor. She took off the Versace dress and slowly twirled around for him.

  He was speechless. She had on the sexiest set of lingerie he had ever seen. Tasha had gone to La Perla and had them alter a $750 corset that was made of lace and fishnet. They cut out the nipples and the crotch. The bloodred color accented Tasha’s cocoa brown complexion perfectly. She bent over seductively and spread her legs and gave him a shot at her pussy.

  Trae threw his hands up. “You outdid yourself this year, baby.”

  She went over to him, leaned over and kissed him nice and soft on the lips. “Oh, it ain’t over yet.”

  “Baby, stick a fork in me. I’m done. Ain’t shit else you can do. Take off the lingerie.” She did as she was told and was standing there in front of him with only the heels, stockings, and garter belt on.

  “You like?”

  “Like?” He unzipped his pants and out sprung a long hard dick. “Ask him if he likes what he sees.”

  Tasha smiled as she watched him stroke his joint. Veins were popping everywhere. “C’mon baby, let’s go to the bedroom. I’m ready to talk to that guy. I think he has something to tell me,” she purred.

  “He got something to tell you all right.” Trae stood up and got behind Tasha. He slipped one hand around her waist and the other hand began playing with her nipple as he led her to the bedroom. Since the camera was rolling he led her to the chair and bent her over, spreading her legs.

  “Baby, I wanted to suck your dick first,” she cooed.

  “In a minute. I gotta get up in this tight pussy first.”

  She looked back at him, pouted her lips and clapped her ass cheeks together, which made him want to do some damage. He spread those cheeks and put his dick all the way in.

  “Ooooh, Daddy,” Tasha moaned as the dick banged at her walls. “I’ma be a good girl for now on.” She spread her legs wider and was throwing the pussy at him.

  “See what you would have missed out on?” Trae was stroking long and deep, watching his dick appear and then disappear into the pussy.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she groaned, “that’s… Oh…” She squeezed her eyes tight.
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  “Your spot?” Trae banged harder.

  “My spot,” she squealed. “Oh, yes, fuck me, baby. Oh, oh, shit. Oh, God, right there, that feels so good,” she groaned before her legs began to tremble and she was skeetin’ nonstop.

  Trae slowly pulled out while watching her body twitch and was proud of his handiwork. He slapped her ass real hard. “C’mon, let me eat some pussy.” He stood her up.

  “Wait baby,” she gasped, “that was a quick one but a good one.”

  “Naw, ain’t no waiting, come on,” he teased while planting soft kisses on her neck and reaching around to play in her pussy.

  “I love you, baby.” She moved his hand, wanting her pussy to settle down a little bit.

  “You think you slick, don’t you?”

  “Shut up, boy. Let me get my bearings straight first. Lay down on your back.” She wiggled away from him.

  Tasha snatched up the hotel robe.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To get the whipped cream, my strawberries, the chocolate syrup, some ice and the bowl of fruit. Is that all right?”

  “Just hurry back.”

  “I got you, Daddy.” She floated away on a cloud.

  Trae lay on the bed, rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them again Tasha was standing at the foot of the bed.

  “Baby, let me introduce you to Mysterious.”

  Tasha had arranged to have her wait in the room next door. Mysterious wore a mask that covered half her face. She had Tasha’s rich brown complexion and was the same weight and height. Her hair was twisted up into a ponytail and she had red and white glitter sprinkled throughout her hair. She was trembling as she undid her trench coat and allowed it to fall to the floor. She wore a red teddy, stockings, garter belt and stilettos just like Tasha. She was fine.

  “Put your tongue back into your mouth, baby. You are not fucking her, so sorry to burst your bubble. The rules of this game is she is not to contact us ever again, she’s only here to give you extra pleasure, and again you are not allowed to touch her or fuck her. That’s what I’m here for. Comprende, big pimpin’?”

  “Let me get this straight. I’m—”

  “What part of you ain’t gonna fuck her or touch her didn’t you understand?” Tasha cut him off. “Now are you going to let me do me or what?”

  “It’s your show and from what I can tell I don’t have a choice in the matter.” Trae couldn’t believe what was happening.

  “You damned right you don’t.”

  Tasha dropped her robe and sixty-nined Trae. He immediately began sucking on her pussy. She took his dick into her mouth and Mysterious began sucking on his balls. If her sister and brother had known she was doing this they would have killed her. But shit, five hundred for two hours of work? She wasn’t complaining. Her main job was to suck balls and toes and lick ass cracks until Trae couldn’t hold back anymore.

  Damn, I know I’m halfway good at what I do but how this nigga can hold back a nut for this long is beyond me. I see why this bitch said I couldn’t fuck him and if I ever tried to contact him she would kill me, Mysterious thought as she stood up and was preparing to leave. Her two hours were up. She didn’t want to and couldn’t believe that she was feeling like this.

  Tasha was wrapped up in Trae’s arms and was spent; she had had at least four orgasms.

  “Hold up,” Trae said to Mysterious. “Don’t leave yet.” Mysterious wanted to jump with glee.

  “Trae, don’t even think about it,” warned Tasha.

  He studied Mysterious closely before saying, “I want her to do something for me. I ain’t finished with you yet.” He leaned over and began sucking on Tasha’s nipples.

  Mysterious was elated, on fire and dying to hop on Trae’s big black dick. She was hoping that she was getting ready to get the opportunity. Damn, could he get it up again? she wondered. The bitch is being so selfish, she won’t even let me suck his dick. She is on him like white on rice.

  Mysterious watched as he lovingly kissed Tasha and played with her pussy. She watched in greedy anticipation as his dick sprang to life. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She sat in the chair in front of the bed and not even realizing it began playing with her pussy.

  Trae got up first and sat on the edge of the bed. Damn. He looked like a god to her.

  “Tasha baby, come here and sit in big daddy’s lap,” he instructed while keeping his eyes on Mysterious.

  Mysterious could tell that Tasha was worn out but she still looked hungry and obviously loved pleasing her man. Mysterious wished she had a man who loved her more than she loved him, which she could see was the deal with these two. She watched in jealousy as Trae stroked his dick and Tasha seductively crawled to the edge of the bed. She went to suck his dick but he stopped her and guided her to sit in his lap with her back to his chest. Mysterious watched in anticipation as Tasha straddled him and the dick disappeared up in her pussy. She was so agitated that she couldn’t bring herself to come. She wanted Trae to watch her masturbate but he was too into wifey.

  Tasha’s head was thrown back and her eyes rolled up toward the back of her head as she slowly rode Trae.

  He pointed to Mysterious.

  “Come do her.”

  “What?” Tasha moaned but didn’t stop grinding on his dick.

  Mysterious crawled over to the bed.

  “I got this,” he told her. He nodded to Mysterious, who began blowing on Tasha’s clit. The ladies at Divine Escort Service had taught her well.

  Tasha grabbed Mysterious’s hair in an attempt to stop her. But Trae moved her hand.

  “Relax, baby.” He dug into Tasha’s pussy even deeper, causing her to tremble.

  Mysterious began sucking on Tasha’s pussy.

  “I don’t… want… no… bitch… eat. Oh, shit,” she groaned. “Trae ssttop… wait.”

  Trae was trying to hit that G-spot as he watched Mysterious eat his wife. He couldn’t wait to replay this tape.

  “Fuck,” he gritted. Tasha was screaming as Trae felt his nut coming and Tasha was already coming. “Keep licking her,” he growled to Mysterious and he gripped Tasha tighter and shot a huge load up into her.

  Tasha fainted.

  The next morning, as they were leaving the hotel, Trae stopped by the gift shop and bought Tasha a teddy bear.

  “What’s this for?” Tasha asked him through a stifled yawn. She was worn out.

  “Since when have you asked me what a gift was for?” He started the car and leaned over to get a kiss. “This is for that wonderful Valentine’s Day.”

  “This is all I get?” Tasha teased.

  “You are so damned spoiled. You know yo ass celebrate Valentine’s all year-round.”

  “Yeah, and that’s the only reason I ain’t trippin’.”

  “But I bet you won’t be able to top this Valentine’s.”

  “Nigga, you said that last year. I’m hip to your reverse psychology.”

  Trae gave her that dazzling grin. “You love me or what?”

  “You know I do. And don’t think about contacting that ho from last night!”

  “Aww, man!” Trae acted as if he were hurt. “Yo, I’m ready to go pick up my Maybach.” Trae pulled off and headed home.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Marvin, it is one o’clock in the morning on a Sunday night and the club is closed. Where are you and why aren’t you home? Aisha has been asking me why are you gone so much.”

  “Baby.” Marvin’s voice was low and raspy. “I’ll be there in a few,” he told her.

  “Guess what, Marvin? You said that last night and the night before!” Kyra snapped.

  “For real. I’ll be there in a few!” He hung up.

  Little did he know that Kyra was already dressed and on her way to go get him.

  “Zip up your jacket, Aisha.”

  “Okay, Mommy. Can I take my Bratz doll?”

  “Yes. Let Mommy get her keys. And hurry up.”

  Kyra snatc
hed up her keys, her purse and some mace. She turned out the lights and headed out.

  “Where are we going, Mommy?” Aisha asked while being thrilled by the night lights and night sounds.

  “I told you. We’re going to pick up Daddy. Roll your window up.”

  “Aww, Mom.”

  “Aisha,” Kyra snapped.

  “Okay, Mommy.” She pouted as she watched the window close.

  Kyra stuck in the lecture tape from her last physics class. She had a test coming up and she was barely halfway prepared, thanks to Marvin and his recent antics. She had followed him to this house just the other night so she knew exactly where she was going. She felt she needed to put a stop to this shit right now.

  They drove for another twenty minutes before hitting the ’hood.It was all the way live. Children were outside as if it were noon, folks were sitting on their porches and of course the feens and hustlers were in full effect. The only thing that slowed the night up for a good minute was the sound of gunshots in the distance.

  Aisha spotted Marvin’s truck before Kyra did. “There go my daddy’s truck,” she squealed with glee.

  “I see it, baby. I’m going to pull up into the driveway.”

  “Whose house is this?”

  “It’s more of your daddy’s relatives. C’mon, baby.”

  They both got out of the car. Kyra grabbed her hand and they climbed the cement stairs. NWA’s “Gangsta Gangsta” was booming through the sound system. She heard laughter and smelled the weed. A fire truck was blaring in the distance. Aisha squeezed her mother’s hand tighter as Kyra rang the bell.

  “It’s okay, baby.” Kyra honestly hoped as she rang the bell again.

  “Okay, okay, damn.” A tall, slim, older woman came to the door. She looked as if she had definitely been around the block several times. She looked at the little girl and then back at Kyra before opening the door.

  “I’m here for my husband, Marvin.”

  “You didn’t have to come to my home. Me and Blue ain’t fuckin’!”

  “After seeing you, there’s no doubt in my mind that y’all aren’t. Number one, you’re too old. Marvin likes them young. Number two, your feet are too big. He has this thing about a woman’s feet being over a size seven. He said some shit about his daughters not having big feet. You must be his get-high buddy. So if you were a young bitch with small feet, then I’d be worried.” Kyra smirked.