Enticed by a Thug Love

by Kelly, Marie

  I then flipped to the next card.

  “You are way out of my league, Dior, and I was a fool to even try my hand with you. What you need is a real one, a real nigga with a big dick that’s gon’ love you and fuck you into a coma.”

  I smiled widely at that part and pointed to myself.

  James looked at me with fire in his eyes, and I knew he wished that he could do something to me, but he couldn’t.

  Smiling, I moved to the next card, When he read what I wrote, he shook his head, but I pointed my gun at his knee, so he started to read that shit.

  “To be honest, Dior, you and I would never work because… I’m gay.”

  I had to suck my lips into my mouth to stop myself from laughing out loud.

  “Oh my god, are you serious right now, James!” Dior yelled as he glared at me.

  I nodded, telling him to tell her it was true.

  “Yes.” He gritted, and I smirked at him.

  “I KNEW IT!!!” Dior screamed, and I had to fight so hard not to laugh when she said that, and James’ mouth dropped.

  “You know what, I’m so glad I stopped fucking you, you nasty son of a bitch. Lose my fucking number, James!” Dior yelled, and then she hung up on him.

  “Thank you for your co-operation.” I stood to my feet and put my gun away.

  I walked over to him, and he flinched when I bent down into his face.

  “If you contact Dior again or even her people, you will come up missing, my friend,” I warned him because after talking to Dior, I understood that it was her parents who were forcing the relationship. And I knew that if he made contact with them, they would be in Dior’s ear about taking him back. Which is why I made him tell her that he was gay.

  I knew that once she told her parents that, they wouldn’t want him for her again anyway.

  “In fact, if you even walk past her crib, I’mma kill your ass. You feel me, nigga?”

  He quickly nodded to say he understood.

  When I reached behind his head, he closed his eyes, and I had to laugh. Nigga was a straight bitch! If anyone tried to hurt Dior, this punk ass nigga wouldn’t do shit.

  Sucking my teeth, I yanked the knife out of the wall and put it back on my ankle holster.

  He opened his eyes and watched me leave.

  Finally, there was nothing in my way!

  Dior Alfred

  “Oh my god, deadass? James is gay?” Gia asked, and I sucked my teeth.

  “That’s what he told me last night!”

  To be honest, I was more shocked than hurt. Things with me and James had been off for a few weeks. I just wasn’t feeling being with him and I had lost interest.

  I only stuck around because my parents both liked him, but there wasn’t anything there. He was too cocky, arrogant, and boring for me. So, I was happy as hell when he broke up with me last night. Something I’ve been trying to do for so long. We had even stopped having sex two months ago because I just wasn’t in it anymore.

  I smiled just thinking about how I didn’t have to deal with his boring ass ever again!

  “Do you want me to beat his ass?” Gia asked, and I laughed.

  “Girl, no! He did me a favor!”

  Gia and I both fell out laughing. She knew how I felt and how I had been avoiding James for some time. The day he went on vacation was the best day of my life. Three whole weeks that I didn’t have to see him, and when he came back, I was so done with being with him at that point.

  Well, since I had Jashawn here, I honestly thought and sighed.

  I had been thinking about Jashawn non-stop; it was crazy. The day he came over, I was in absolute heaven around him. He was so smart, funny, handsome, manly, and thuggish. Something I didn’t even think would turn me on. I thought about his beautiful lips that I found myself daydreaming about and wondering how they would feel against mine.

  Sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but it was like since meeting Jashawn, it was all I thought about. Just with him. I started to feel bad that I was with James but yearning to have sex with Jashawn, but now I didn’t feel so bad anymore.

  “What did your parents say?” Gia asked, snapping me out of my thoughts of Jashawn.

  “They called him and cussed his ass out!” I laughed.

  “Good!” she shouted.

  Just as I was about to say something else to her, my buzzer went off.

  “That better not be his ass! Where is my razor?” She said the last part away from the phone, but I still heard her.

  “Heffa, why you always trying to cut some damn body?” I giggled and got off my couch then headed for the door.

  “Because, people like to fuck with me because I’m short!”

  I could do nothing but shake my head at her.

  I looked through the peephole and gasped when I saw who it was.

  “Who’s at the door, Dior?! I’m coming over!” Gia yelled in my ear.

  “No, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over. It’s Jashawn.”

  Gia went silent, and then she started laughing.

  “Bitch, open that door, and this time, you better give that nigga some ass! You know you want to. Shit, I want you to. Call me later and tell me how that big ol’ dick was!” She laughed loudly and then hung up in my ear.

  I nervously smoothed my hair and clothes down, checked out my apartment to make sure it was presentable, and then I opened the door after blowing out a long breath.

  As soon as the door opened, his sweet smiling cologne attacked my nostrils, and I had to squeeze my thighs together.

  “Hi, Jashawn!” I beamed with a wide smile on my face.

  He looked at me and licked those lips that I had been dreaming about. The same lips that I had been masturbating to for days as I imagined them all over my skin.

  “Hey, Dior. How you doing?” He flashed that smile I loved.

  Why is he so fine?! It just didn’t make any sense to me.

  I couldn’t even respond to him. We stood there staring at each other, and my breathing quickened. Any other time that I had been around Jashawn, as much as I was attracted to him and dreamt about him, I was able to control my urge because I had a boyfriend. Whether I wanted to be with James or not, we were in a relationship, and I wasn’t the type of girl who would cheat. I would leave a man first before I did that. But now! Now, I was a single woman, and the fire that blazed between my legs reminded me of that fact.

  Jashawn must have picked up on what I was feeling or read my mind because he walked up on me, backed me into my apartment, and pressed his lips against mine. I died right then and there in this man’s arms because his lips were just as soft as I imagined. In fact, they were better than I imagined, and my imagination didn’t do him enough justice.

  “Sorry.” Jashawn pulled back and apologized after we stood there damn near eating each other’s face for a good few minutes. “That’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long, long time,” he explained, and I blushed.

  To know that he had been thinking about kissing me just like I had been thinking about him gave me some type of courage. Before I could stop myself, I jumped into his arms and kissed him again.

  Jashawn kicked my door closed, which I hadn’t even thought about because I was too wrapped up in him. He eased his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it like a starving person.

  “Fuck, Dior.” Jashawn cried into my mouth as his hands roamed my body.

  We stood there right in my hall, kissing each other and ripping our clothes off. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants. He pulled off my dress, unclipped my bra, and pushed my panties down, which I quickly stepped out of. Once I was naked, he stepped back from me to admire my body.

  “Damn, you beautiful, Dior.”

  He stroked my face and kissed my lips again but passionately this time. I closed my eyes and held on to his biceps that were bulging in my hands.

  Jashawn broke our kiss again and reached into his back pocket.

  I watched him intently whi
le he pushed his pants and boxers down and then kicked them off. His dick looked bigger than I remembered, and he smiled when he caught the way my mouth slightly parted.

  Jashawn opened and eased the condom down his dick, and then he walked up close to me again. Gently lifting me, he pressed me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around him. Our lips smashed together again, and I felt him poke at my opening. Jashawn trailed his lips from my mouth, down my neck, and then he clamped his mouth around my nipple.

  “Mmmm, uhhhhhh.” I threw my head back and groaned when Jashawn pushed into me and stretched my walls.

  “Fuck, you feel sooo fucking good,” Jashawn mumbled into my neck.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on while he bounced me up and down his dick.

  “OOOHHHH!” I screeched when the biggest orgasm hit me within seconds, making my toes curl.

  “Damn, I got you cumming already, baby?” Jashawn asked me and then kissed all over my face.

  It had been a while since a man had touched me, and James was definitely lacking in more areas than one.

  I licked and sucked on Jashawn’s neck as he continued to grind deeply between my legs.

  “Dior! Got damn!” Jashawn mumbled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

  He was so handsome that I couldn’t help but stare at him.

  This was the man who scared the life out of me after he threatened me not once, but twice. Yet, I never felt so safe in my life than I did around him. He was the man who I hated everything he did for a living, yet, he was so much more than that.

  Jashawn opened his eyes and looked at me. And at that point, something shifted in the atmosphere between us, and I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t be able to leave this man alone. He stopped moving and reached out to stroke my face.

  “I won’t ever hurt you, Dior,” he assured me and then locked his lips with mine.

  “And I won’t either,” I said when he pulled away.

  Jashawn smiled and then we started kissing again while he carried me to my bedroom.

  Dropping me gently onto the bed, Jashawn climbed between my legs, held my arms above my head, and entered me while locking his hands with mine.

  The way he slowly grinded into me had me nearly climbing the damn bed. Jashawn lifted his head to stare at me, but I could barely keep my eyes open to look at him.

  It wasn’t long before I was cumming yet again. It was like my body was powerless to him.

  “Come ride me, baby,” Jashawn said as he slowly pulled out of me and sat on the edge of my bed.

  I quickly made my way over and eased down into his lap, gasping from how he filled me up. He felt so much bigger in this position. He gripped my waist and guided me up and down on him.

  “Shit!” He was so deep I could feel him in my stomach. Well, that’s how it felt.

  Jashawn flicked his tongue across my nipples and then up my neck where he started to suck on it.

  “Mmmmm, I’m cumming!” I gripped his shoulders and rotated my hips, grinding on his thickness.

  “Fuck, don’t stop, Dior!” he growled against my neck, and I started going faster.

  The grip that Jashawn had on my waist increased with his nails going into my skin. That pain coupled with the sensation of him being inside of me and his tongue on my skin was too much for me, and I shuddered, cumming harder than before.

  “Shit, I’m cumming too!” Jashawn called out, and I could feel his legs bouncing underneath me as his dick twitched inside of me.

  We held on tightly to each other until we came down from our orgasmic highs.

  I pulled back a little to look at him and chuckled when I saw him smiling at me.

  “That was better than I could ever imagine,” he said and pecked my lips.

  I smiled. “It was for me too.”

  “You better not go back to that nigga, Dior.”

  The look Jashawn gave me was so intense, but he didn’t need to. After getting one taste of Jashawn, I wasn’t leaving this man alone.

  “Never!”

  Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey

  Knock! Knock!

  “Okay, Tommy, thank you,” I said to one of my realtors and ended the call.

  “Come in!” I called out as I looked at my computer screen.

  The door opened, and Ma walked in.

  “Hey, Ma. You okay?” I asked before looking back at my computer.

  She walked in further and closed the door behind her. I tore my eyes from the email I was trying to compose and watched as she approached my desk with a mug on her face.

  Without even saying anything, Ma stood at the end of my desk with her hands on her hips.

  “Um, are you going to tell me why you’re grilling me?”

  “What you say to Kanada?”

  I frowned, and my head tilted to the side.

  “I ain’t say shit to her.”

  The fuck she tell my Ma now?

  It was like every time Ma found herself cussing me out, it was because of Kanada.

  “Well, you said something because she’s not come out of her room in two days.”

  Staring at Ma, I sighed when I realized that was the last time I had seen or heard her around the house too, since that morning she told me not to judge her. I would admit, I wasn’t expecting all that she said. I just believed she was a negligent mother who left her son in her car to maybe fuck with a nigga or something. That was what I believed but hearing that she was trying to get a job to feed him had me wanting to eat my words.

  I told myself that I would apologize when I saw her again, but now hearing what Ma said, I knew that she was hiding away from after what I said.

  “Fix it!” Ma snapped without even giving me a chance to tell her what happened, but I accepted that because it was my fault that Kanada was hiding.

  “I will.”

  “Good!”

  Ma switched out of my office and slammed the door behind her.

  Blowing out hot air, I quickly finished my email before leaving my office to look for Kanada.

  When I got to her bedroom door, I sighed and then knocked.

  A few seconds later, and she pulled the door open. Her mouth dropped when she saw that it was me, and then a frown appeared on her face.

  I quickly threw my hands up in surrender.

  “I came to apologize. It was wrong of me to judge you without knowing what you were going through. I see that now, and I apologize.”

  She looked away from me, and I could see that she was trying her hardest to fight back the tears that I could tell wanted so desperately to fall. For the first time since I had met her, I was looking at her through normal eyes and not angry ones, and I could finally see that she was hurting.

  And my fucking mouth didn’t help.

  “Kanada, I won’t ever bring that night up again, okay? As far as I’m concerned, it never happened.”

  Her eyes landed on my face again, and she gave me a half smile.

  “I regret that night, Alvaro, and you hating me because of it hurt. You didn’t even ask me or let me explain.”

  “You’re right. I allowed the fact I had a daughter to fuel my anger for you, and I apologize.”

  She searched my eyes, and when she saw that I was being truthful, she gave me a small but genuine smile.

  “Thank you, Alvaro.”

  We both stood there just looking at each other, and for the first time, I noticed that she was beautiful as hell. From the moment I saw her that night behind the hotel, all I saw was an unfit person who had me tight as fuck. I didn’t see her features or anything else; I just saw red whenever I looked at her.

  But it was like as soon as we cleared the air, so to speak, my eyes opened, and she was flawless. Her eyes were like pretty baby doll eyes, her nose was cute like a button, and her lips were pink and shapely.

  Her whole body was a smooth ass toffee color that seemed to glow. She was short and shapely, just how I liked. Round titties, small waist, hips, fat ass, and thick thighs.
r />   Damn, I’m staring.

  “Um.” I cleared my throat and pulled my eyes from her pretty face. “I’m not sure if you know this, Kanada, but I own a few businesses around New York, and I’m actually looking for a new mailroom assistant, so I was wondering if you wanted to work for me? I can get TJ into KeKe’s daycare, and Ma will pick him up when he’s finished.”

  Her eyes lit up, and a wide smile formed across her lips, showing off her perfect white teeth.

  Nigga, stop fucking staring!

  No matter how much I inwardly screamed at myself, I couldn’t help it. And then I found myself eyeing the rest of her body as I waited for her to respond.

  Damn, her titties looking good as fuck, and I can see that ass from the front! Was I walking around blind?

  There was just no way this body and face was the one that had been around me for a few days. I inwardly chuckled when it finally dawned on me why Brittany had a problem with Kanada being there. She saw what shorty was working with.

  “Oh my god, Alvaro, I would love to! Thank you! Thank you! I can never repay you!”

  Her gratitude pulled my eyes from her thick thighs and my mind out of the disturbing thoughts about her that it was having.

  “No problem. Just give me a few days to sort some things out, okay?”

  “Sure!”

  Kanada was so happy that she couldn’t control the smile on her face. I was more than happy to do that for her.

  After hearing all that she had said to me that day in KeKe’s den, I knew from that moment that I wanted to offer her a job. All she wanted to do was look after her son, and I could help with that.

  “I will set some things up, but can I ask you to do one thing for me?”

  “Of course, anything!”

  “Leave the room, please, before Ma whoops my ass.”

  We both fell out laughing, and she had a pretty little laugh.

  “I will, and thank you again, Alvaro.”

  “No problem.”

  I quickly turned around and walked away from the door before Wrath popped out and tried to see what that body looked like naked.