Enticed by a Thug Love

by Kelly, Marie

  “Daddy!!!” She excitedly called out as she ran full speed ahead toward his large outstretched arms.

  They really had a special bond and it was beautiful to witness.

  “Daddy!!!”

  I gasped and choked on air when TJ got out of his seat too and rushed over to Alvaro. The word he called Alvaro had me jumping out of my seat after him.

  “TJ, no.” I went to pull him back but Alvaro stopped me.

  “Don’t stop him.” He said taking me by surprise.

  He then bent down and picked both of the children up at the same time.

  He kissed KeKe on the cheek and then looked at TJ.

  “What’s up my little man? Giving daddy a hug.”

  And TJ did what he asked.

  I choked up with tears hearing Alvaro address TJ as his son.

  This had come out of nowhere.

  The whole time I was here, TJ never asked who Alvaro was, what to call him and never referred to Alvaro as dad not even once. So hearing him doing that caught me by surprise but seeing Alvaro allow and answer to it, was the biggest surprise of all.

  Alvaro’s eyes then landed on mine and he smiled at me.

  I had to snivel to keep my tears away.

  “Oh KeKe I like your hair!” Alvaro beamed and she smiled widely at him while playing with the ends of her hair.

  “Thank you! Kanada did it. It’s pretty!”

  Alvaro looked at me and I found myself shifting under his glare.

  “Yes, it’s very pretty. I love it.” He said to KeKe but with his eyes still on mine.

  “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind. She asked me to fix her hair.”

  The last thing I wanted to do was overstep my boundaries. Ma was tired from running after them all day yesterday while I was at work, so I didn’t want her to have to do KeKe’s hair like she usually did.

  “No, I don’t mind at all. It’s lovely, thank you Kanada.”

  For some reason, our eyes remained locked on each other’s and we only looked away when Ma walked into the room.

  “Girl, didn’t I tell you to wake me an hour ago?” Ma fussed with her hands on her hips and I chuckled.

  “Well, clearly you were tired because you didn’t wake up.” I sassed back and she sucked her teeth.

  “I wasn’t tired, I was just relaxing.”

  Alvaro chuckled at her and shook his head.

  “She’s stubborn Kanada, no point arguing with her.”

  Ma turned to look at him.

  “Which I got from you! How long did it take for you to talk to Kanada?”

  Alvaro looked over at me and then chuckled but didn’t answer Ma.

  “Anyway, let’s go to the store since Alvaro is home.” Ma walked over to me and pulled on my arm.

  I allowed her to pull me out of the room and just as I was about to step out, Alvaro turned to look at me making my whole body catch on fire.

  Lord, please forgive my thoughts!

  Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey

  Me: Wat u do 2day?

  A’Moya: It was my day off so I spent it with my sisters.

  Smirking at her response, I sent one back.

  Me: Oh word?! So, u didn’t think about seeing me 2day?

  I chuckled at my message and eagerly stared at my phone waiting for a response which came quickly.

  A’Moya: I’m sorry, I thought you were busy. When you’re free, I will come look for you okay *smile emoji*

  I playfully scoffed and sent a response.

  Me: Oh! So u not tryna see me 2day?

  “Legion!”

  My head snapped up and I looked to see Gena glaring at me.

  “Shit, my fault ma.”

  For the past week, A’Moya and I had been texting each other non-stop for hours at a time. I would have never known I was a texting kind of nigga but with A’Moya it came easy. I looked to hear from her and enjoyed when I did.

  She was a real down to earth chick who I felt so comfortable around. She knew what I did but never asked me about it. She spent her time asking about me—how I was, how my day was going—which was all new to me but something I found myself liking.

  So much so, I was sitting in Gena’s apartment texting A’Moya totally forgetting where the fuck I was at!

  That’s just the effect she had on me. It was like I zoned out whenever I saw or spoke to her and the only thing on my mind would be her.

  I had no idea what the fuck was going on but I knew I didn’t want it to stop.

  Outside of the streets, my job, A’Moya was the only thing that brought me peace. She took me away from what my life was like and I was no longer Legion but Pharaoh. If that shit even made sense—yet, it was how I felt.

  Felt! That’s another thing, I didn’t feel shit except when it concerned A’Moya. From the moment I saw the back of her head going into the restrooms the night we met, I felt something. And when I saw her face in that stall, it heightened that.

  And that’s why I was at her parents’ house that day. She had been on mind heavily and after trying my hardest to ignore it for two weeks and failing, I went to look for her.

  “Legion!” Gena yelled again making my face twist in aggravation.

  “Ayo, for real stop yelling at me, Gena. I ain’t fucking deaf.”

  Shit, I didn’t mean that.

  “I mean I can hear you just fine.” I corrected myself for some reason. Knowing A’Moya was deaf made me aware of the shit I said.

  “Doesn’t seem like it to me! I’ve been talking to you for the last five minutes but you’ve been too busy on your phone! Who were you texting?”

  “Is it your phone or mine?”

  Her face dropped from my question and I leaned back against the sofa waiting for a response.

  “Well?”

  Gena scoffed and said in a snide tone, “it’s yours.”

  “Well don’t worry about who I’m texting. Now, what you call me over for?”

  When Gena hit me up earlier, I thought it was to fuck but instead, she opened her mouth and it wasn’t to suck my shit. She wanted to talk, which I had no idea why.

  Gena and I didn’t talk—unless I was telling her how to ride my dick or arch that back—so I had no fucking idea why she wanted to talk now.

  Huffing, she rolled her eyes and sank in the seat next to me.

  “Legion as much as I love spending time with you, I want more.”

  I frowned and then sucked my teeth.

  “More like what, Gena?”

  “You know what Legion because I’ve been telling you for months!!!”

  I gave her a look and she quickly apologized for raising her voice at me.

  “Legion, I, um, I-”

  “Just spit the shit out, Gena.”

  If she thought I was going to sit here and play with her grown ass stuttering, she was sadly mistaken. The only reason I was entertaining her right now was because I fucked with her like that. Any other chick I would have walked right back out when I realized they wanted to talk and not fuck.

  Her nose turned up from my harsh words and then she spat, “Fine! What I’m saying is if we can’t be together then I’m through with you, Legion. It’s either we be together or it’s nothing.”

  I kept eyes on her and then I nodded.

  “That’s cool, I can respect that. Have a good life, Gena.”

  Her mouth dropped when I stood to my feet.

  “Wait, what? That’s it?!”

  I shrugged. “You said it was a relationship or you were done with me. What else is there to discuss? I don’t want a relationship, wife and kids, all that shit. I’ve told you that too many times to count. I don’t know why you thought giving me an ultimatum was going to change that.”

  I knew what Gena was hoping for—threaten to stop fucking with me and I give in to her demands - but she had the wrong fucking nigga. I didn’t negotiate.

  “Are you fucking serious, Legion?! You’re going to turn me down? Me!”

  I didn’t even respond, instead
I picked up my fitted, put it back on my head and walked to the door to leave.

  “Me? Nigga, are you crazy? Ain’t no bitch out there like me! I’m fucking fire as fuck, I make my own money, my crib is mine, I have a car and my pussy is good! You have got to be the dumbest nigga ever!!! Do you know how many niggas want me?” She yelled to my retreating back.

  “Then you won’t have a problem getting a nigga then.”

  She gasped.

  “Fine, fuck you Legion! You will be back nigga, watch!”

  With a snort, I walked out of her house and she slammed the door behind me.

  My phone lit up with a message and I saw that it was A’Moya.

  A’Moya: I never said that but I thought you were busy.

  I unlocked my car door, slid inside and answered her text.

  Me: Nah, I’m not busy. Come over.

  “So, you had a good day?” I asked A’Moya as she sat there watching my lips move.

  “Yes. Did you?”

  I shrugged, “It was aight.”

  She nodded with a smile.

  I sat there looking at her and started to wonder why she was wasting her time fucking with a nigga like me. A’Moya was pure, genuine; almost angel like, and she didn’t need to fuck with a nigga like me.

  “Why do you come here?” I finally asked the question that had been playing on my mind for the last week.

  A’Moya made sure to text me every single day. Every morning I got a good morning message from her and every night I got one telling me to sleep well.

  To me, she was one of the few real genuinely good people in the world and it confused me why she spent her time on a damaged ass nigga like me.

  Her face contorted in confusion.

  I got up from where I was sitting opposite her and took a seat beside her.

  “Why?” I asked again.

  “Why not?” She countered.

  “Because I’m a fucked up nigga, A’Moya! I’m damaged!”

  “No you’re not.” She angrily snapped back and I sighed.

  “I am. I’m not perfect. I’m not the person you think I am.”

  I looked away from her and she used her small warm and soft hand to pull my face back to hers.

  “Nobody is perfect, Pharaoh and I’m not God to judge you.”

  I closed my eyes and shook my head.

  She has no idea who I am but God does. So why the fuck is he allowing her in my life?

  When she started to stroke my face, I opened my eyes to look at her.

  She had the most innocent smile on her face and it was breaking my heart knowing all that was good and clean in her, I was going to destroy.

  “You need to stay away from me, A’Moya.”

  I tried to pull away but she wouldn’t let me.

  “I’m not going to.” She said.

  “I’m going to damage you.”

  She smiled at me and said, “no you won’t.”

  Staring into her eyes was doing something to me and I couldn’t fight it anymore. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against hers—something I had been dreaming about lately wanting to do.

  A’Moya gasped and slightly moaned into my mouth making me kiss her deeper and insert my tongue into her mouth.

  She started to kiss me deeply too and suck on my tongue.

  My dick rocked up instantly and I wanted to pull away—I should have pulled away—but I couldn’t.

  She was drawing me to her and I wasn’t strong enough to fight it.

  In the outside world, I was hard as fuck and cold as ice, but around A’Moya, I was twelve-year-old Pharaoh again who had a normal world that included my mother—my heart.

  When A’Moya moaned into my mouth again, I let go of the internal battle I was having and allowed my body to do what it wanted to do.

  I picked her up into my arms and carried her to my bedroom before gently placing her on the bed.

  We locked eyes as I stripped her out of her clothes. Her eyes begging me not to stop, so I didn’t.

  Once I had her naked, I slid my tongue down her neck, over her chocolate nipples, in and out of her navel before it vacuumed her pulsating nub into my mouth.

  She gave out the sexiest moan I had ever heard in my life, sending shivers down my spine.

  I pushed her legs further apart, so I could get more of her exotic essence into my mouth. Her fingertips softly glided across my curls as she wound her pussy into my mouth.

  “Mmmmm, shit.” I moaned licking, slurping and sucking on her.

  Her moans echoed around my room and made my dick even harder. She sounded so fucking sexy, it was fucking with my head.

  I started to suck harder on her clit when I heard her sporadic pants speed up. I flicked my eyes up to look at her and saw her back was lifted from the bed, her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

  She nibbled on her lips that allowed broken whimpers to escape despite the breath I knew she was holding on to.

  “Pharaoahhhh.” She groaned my name and my stomach knotted.

  My hand reached up and squeezed her perfect chocolate breasts. Her leg twitched and then she finally came moaning my name so beautifully.

  I closed my eyes enjoying all that she had to give me and when I got everything, I rose up to look at her.

  Her eyes were low as she stared back at me.

  Leaning over her, I planted a few kisses on her thick shapely lips. I then reached in my dresser and took a condom out.

  She watched as I opened it and placed it on my waiting dick.

  Pressing my lips on to hers again, I started to ease into her.

  “Hmmmmm, Pharaoh.”

  My body shuddered.

  “Ahhhh fuck. A’Moya, damn.”

  Her pussy sucked me in and my eyes rolled when I finally made it all the way into her.

  I lifted my head to look at her again and those sexy moans left her lips again as I started to make my way in and out of her.

  “I wish you could hear how you sounded.” I told her as her eyes bored into mine.

  My heart started to beat erratically and a funny feeling washed over me as I continued to dive my dick in and out of her.

  Sounds of her moans resonated against my high ceilings while mine poured from my throat in low uncontrollable outbursts.

  The fuck is this I’m feeling?!

  Usually, the only sensation I got was from my dick but at this moment, my head was spinning, my heart was racing, my mouth was twitching and my body was tingling all over.

  My hands gripped her thighs and I pushed my body up from hers.

  Maybe I’m too close to her body. I thought so I put some distance between us.

  My usual favourite position was from the back but because A’Moya couldn’t hear I didn’t feel right being behind her.

  Or at least, that’s the excuse I told myself.

  With her thighs up against her breasts, I used them as leverage while I pounded her centre all the while keeping eye contact with her.

  “Uhhhhh, Pharaoh!” She yelped cumming and that funny feeling hit me in the stomach.

  What the fuck!

  I closed my eyes thinking that would help but it didn’t. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

  My breathing sped up as I neared the end.

  It was almost like I couldn’t help it because my eyes opened and landed on her face again. A face that did things to me, a face that I saw in my dreams every night, a face that I wanted to see all the time.

  As if she knew that I was looking at her, A’Moya opened her eyes to look at me and I gasped when her orbs met mine because I finally knew what that feeling was!

  I liked her!!

  “Uhhhhhh, shiiitttt,” I gritted as I finally let my nut go just as she came for the last time too.

  My body lost all its energy and I fell onto A’Moya’s chest. We laid there panting together and as I tried so hard to move, I couldn’t find the strength to.

  Her arms circled my neck and my head was screaming tel
ling me to push her off but I succumbed to the warm feeling she gave me and closed my eyes.

  She’s just a fuck, Legion. Just a fuck! I recited to myself just as reality hit me that I was lying to myself and I fell asleep.

  Dior Alfred

  A few days later

  Looking at my ringing phone, I sighed and declined the call.

  For some reason, James had started to blow up my phone again. His explanation was that someone broke into his house and forced him to say those things to me over the phone but I didn’t believe him.

  He said it himself, he was gay but even if he wasn’t I didn’t want to be with him. I was happy with Jashawn and had no intention of getting back with James.

  I told him that too but I guess he didn’t want to hear me because he was still calling me.

  Parking my car, I climbed out and used my keys to go into my parents’ house.

  “Hello!” I called out trying to see where they were.

  “In here!” My mama answered back and I followed her voice to the living room.

  I found her and my dad watching TV together.

  “Hey, baby.” My dad greeted me first since my mama was on her cell phone.

  “Hi daddy.” I gave him a hug and kiss before taking a seat on the couch near my mother.

  “Okay, I will talk to her no problem.”

  My face twisted in anger when I heard my mom say that because I just knew she was talking about me.

  What now? I thought shaking my head.

  As much as I loved my mother, she stayed in my business and that’s the one thing I didn’t like.

  It didn’t matter how old I got—my mama felt it was okay to try tell me what to do.

  I rolled my eyes and grumbled under my breath just as she finished the call.

  “Hello mother, who was that you told you would talk to me?”

  Her mouth dropped.

  “Why is your face like that?”

  “Because mama, you’re always trying to talk me into something or out of any decisions I make.”

  “Is it wrong that I want what’s best for you?!”

  My mama may not have meant any harm but what she thought was best for me, never was. Like James. My mama thought he was the perfect man for me and never understood when I told her I was unhappy.