Enticed by a Thug Love

by Kelly, Marie

  My mind moved from fear of him going back to Brittany to fear of him no longer wanting me if he knew who I used to be. If he knew that I had slept with men in the past for money, that I had robbed men for a year, and what I had done the night he found TJ.

  Would he still want me if he knew? Would he still look at me the same way?

  Alvaro must have sensed the war that was going on in my mind because he gave me a funny look.

  “What’s wrong, Kanada? I thought you felt something for me.”

  “I do, Alvaro.”

  “So, what’s the problem? Do you still love your baby father? Do you want to be with him?”

  My mouth dropped, and I quickly shook my head.

  “No! No, nothing like that. It’s just…” I stopped.

  “It’s just what?”

  Don’t tell him, he won’t look at you the same!

  My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to decide whether to listen to my head or my heart. One was telling me to tell him the truth of my past and hope he didn’t judge me, and the other was telling me not to say anything.

  He will never know.

  Again, that questioning look displayed on his face.

  “Alvaro, when I lived in Boston, TJ’s father wanted me to work the streets,” I started as I allowed my heart to win the inward battle I was having.

  Alvaro’s face changed, but I didn’t allow that to deter me.

  “I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so I started robbing the men instead. I thought he loved me and that I was doing it for us, but I didn’t know that he was sleeping with someone I worked with and had children with her. When I told him that I wasn’t going to allow him to use me anymore, he kicked me out on the streets with TJ with no money or clothes. That’s how I ended up here in New York.”

  The room was silent as I waited for him to speak. The only good thing was that he still had his arms wrapped around my waist when I expected him to let me go once I told him everything.

  “So, you were robbing niggas out there?”

  I simply nodded to his question.

  “It was either that or have sex with them, which I couldn’t bring myself to do. Please believe it wasn’t anything I wanted to do, but I had no choice!” Tears pooled in my eyes.

  After staring at me for a few more seconds, a smile finally graced his handsome face.

  “I’m not perfect either, Kanada. At least you took yourself out of that situation, and now that you have me, you will never have to do anything like that again. That was then, and this is now.”

  Tears almost fell from my eyes at his response. I sighed with relief and then smiled.

  He gently stroked my face, and then he leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips. Like earlier, my body went through a serious of feelings, and I knew right then that I was making the right choice.

  Our kissing intensified for a few seconds before he pulled away. Taking me by the hand, Alvaro led me into the room I used to sleep in and closed the door behind us before kissing me again long and passionately.

  I closed my eyes and moaned as he intensified his kissing and softly squeezed my breasts.

  He pulled me over to the bed and slowly removed my top, and then he licked and kissed down my neck, causing me to throw my head back as I groaned with pleasure.

  I cannot believe I’m alone in this room with this man, this man I dreamt about, who had me in my bed and shower imagining his touch, who made me orgasm just by saying his name! Alvaro.

  He pulled off his shirt, and I was met with a strong, muscular chest and a well-defined six pack. I ran my hands down his magnificent torso to the top of his pants, meeting a distinctive and perfect V.

  We shared another deep kiss, and then he pulled me down onto his bed. I shrieked with laughter, and he chuckled. We rolled around kissing and licking each other for a while, and I was in heaven.

  He then rolled me on my back, pulled off my pajama pants with my panties, and just stared down at me.

  “Oh my god, Kanada. You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth onto my erect nipple.

  As his mouth touched my skin, my body spasmed, and I groaned his name. He made my body feel like it was on fire and like a thousand needles were pricking my skin all over. Never had I felt something like this.

  Alvaro finished kissing one breast and moved on to the next. I twisted, turned, and curled my body in pleasure as he continued to give my breasts attention. His hands slid between my thighs, and instantly, I was a pool of wetness.

  “Oh damn, Kanada,” he panted with his eyes closed.

  After feeling between my legs for a few more seconds, he removed his hand and sat up in bed. I watched with anticipation as he pulled his pants off along with his boxers.

  My god, he’s well endowed, I thought as I looked at his huge, perfect looking, smooth like chocolate erection as it sprang free. He pulled a condom from his wallet and placed it on his dick before he positioned himself between my legs.

  “I have been waiting for this,” he said and then pushed inside of me, causing my mouth to open in a gasp.

  My body went into an array of twitches and ripples as I felt this man enter my body... finally. He wrapped his strong arms under my shoulders and planted kisses all over my mouth and face as he moved his hips deliciously slowly in and out of me.

  I felt like I was about to explode already, but I held on because I honestly didn’t want this moment to end. My skin prickled all over as he continued to entwine our bodies.

  Alvaro kissed, licked, and touched every part of my body until I was begging to orgasm.

  “Not yet, baby,” he whispered in my ear as he drove even deeper into me, and I held my breath.

  He changed positions on me, and each one felt better than the last. He took me from the back, the side, and every part of the bed.

  “I love how your body responds to me, Kanada. You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered against my ear, and I got lost in a world of pleasure, barely able to keep hold of the moans of pleasures that filtered from my opened mouth.

  A tap to my thigh let me know that he was ready for me to change position again for him, so I lay on my stomach, and he arched my ass in the air.

  I screamed and bit the pillow when I felt him drive into me. He was so thick and deep inside that I could almost feel him in my belly. Each pound he delivered, I cried out and gripped the mattress below me.

  “Got damn, Kanada,” he said from behind me. “Shitttt.”

  His breathing was labored and matched mine.

  Alvaro suddenly rolled over and pulled me on top of him.

  My turn to impress!

  I slowly lowered my hips on to him, and he roared low down in his throat. I slowly wound up and dropped back down again, and he cupped my ass, pulling me down deeper onto him. I started to twerk on him, and it sent him wild.

  Alvaro sat up and smashed his lips on mine again before licking down my neck and clamping onto my left nipple.

  “You’re going to drive me crazy, Kanda.” He spoke against my nipple, and I continued to grind on him.

  I watched as he growled, chewed on his bottom lip, threw his head back, and dropped back onto the bed. I could feel him squirming and twitching beneath me, so I continued what I was doing.

  “Ahhhhh, fuck, Kanada. Shit, baby. Fuck!”

  All types of profanity fell from his mouth in a raspy and sultry tone. His legs shook, and he groaned my name, only encouraging me to go even harder.

  “Don’t stop, baby. Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded with his eyes burning into mine, so I continued and even sped up slightly.

  “Oh my god,” he breathed with his nails digging into my hips.

  I loved how I was making him wriggle underneath me.

  Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and I knew it was going to be big because I could feel it growing from my toes up. My eyes closed and my teeth pinched my bottom lip.

  This was unlike anything I had ev
er felt. My breath became short spurts of pants as my soul started to etch its way out of my body. I opened my eyes to see Alvaro’s soft gaze on me and him biting his lip.

  “Ohhhhh Kannnnnn,” I heard him say before I felt his body shudder, his legs lock, and the grip he had on my ass tighten.

  He howled over and over as he released his massive orgasm.

  As I looked down at him, I could feel my body begin to quiver, and I closed my eyes as my orgasm exploded inside of me like a volcano erupting.

  “Say my name, Kanada. Please, say my name, baby,” I heard him pant, and I did.

  I groaned Alvaro over and over until I rode out the last of my orgasm. Panting, I collapsed on his chest.

  Oh my god, I cannot believe that just happened!

  I felt him planting soft kisses on my head as he rubbed my back. It felt so warm, safe, and I was happy.

  We lay silently for a few moments wrapped in each other’s arms. I felt him trailing letters down my back, and I giggled.

  “Oh, ticklish, are you?” he asked, and I giggled again. “Thanks for the ammo.”

  Smiling, I sat up to look at him, and he smiled softly then stroked my cheek.

  “We’re going to make each other so happy. You know that, right? I can feel it,” he said after we stared at each other for a while.

  I nodded because I could feel it too.

  Sometimes people say that when you meet the one, you just know, and that was exactly how I felt. Alvaro and I had a connection that I had never felt before, and after making love for the first time, it did nothing but heightened what was already there. I should have felt scared, but I didn’t because I knew he felt the same way.

  Gently gripping my neck, Alvaro pulled my face down to his lips, and we kissed passionately.

  He then pushed me down onto my back and trailed his finger down my body until he reached between my thighs.

  He groaned, and with his eyes closed, he sank two fingers inside of me. I cried out and arched my back as pleasure flooded my body again.

  “Hmm, someone is ready for me again,” he said just above a whisper and pulled out another condom.

  After securing it on his dick, he climbed on top of me, and we made love again. This time, it was better than the last, if that was even possible.

  We lay spooning on the bed after making love again. He buried his head in the back of my neck and showered it with tiny little kisses, making me squirm because it tickled.

  I heard him chuckle softly, and then we lay in silence.

  Some time passed, and I heard him breathing in a rhythm indicating that he had fallen asleep. A smile crossed my face, and I kissed his strong forearm that rested across my breasts.

  God had given me a new chance at life with a man who was good to me and my son; a man who didn’t judge the things I did in my past.

  Thank you, Lord.

  Happily, I snuggled more into his sleepy embrace and closed my eyes.

  Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey

  A few hours earlier

  The whole day, Dior did nothing but go on and on about how happy, excited, and nervous she was about me finally meeting her parents. I was happy because I just loved to see a smile on baby girl’s face. It became something I looked forward to, like it was the highlight of my day trying to find ways to keep a smile on her face.

  Baby girl had me changing, and I liked it.

  At first, when I started feeling things for her, thinking about her all the time, and wanting to see her all the damn time, I thought it would have scared me away, but it didn’t.

  It was a nice feeling, and I actually welcomed it. For so long, I thought that I found satisfaction in fucking numerous women a night, but that wasn’t the case. Or maybe it was because of Dior being who she was. Either way, I found that there was satisfaction in being with one woman. Like, it stroked my ego to know that I was the one and only nigga sliding up in her. Funny enough, it felt even better knowing my dick was reserved just for her.

  Who would have fucking thought?

  Although I couldn’t give a fuck about her parents, who judged me without even getting to know me, I knew this meeting was important to Dior. Since she was important to me, I was going through with it just for her. Otherwise, I would have told her parents to go suck my dick!

  Looking at the time on my watch, I saw that I was due at Dior’s house within the next hour. I pulled open my dresser and took out a pair of boxers then dropped my towel and put them on.

  Dior told me that she was going to wear a navy dress, so I went to my closet and pulled out a navy tailored suit, so that I could match my girl.

  Damn, look at the corny shit she got me doing. I laughed to myself.

  My niggas would probably clown me if they could see me, but I honestly didn’t give a fuck. They tried it, but I told them that when they found their Dior, they would be doing the same shit and probably worse.

  If they only knew that I be sucking the fuck outta Dior’s toes while in her pussy, I would never live it down. But just being with her, smelling her sexy scent, and feeling her walls wrapped around my shaft did things to me. I would be feening to have every part of her skin touching my lips, including her toes.

  I wasn’t the only one. No matter what bullshit Legion spat, I could see that he was just as gone over A’Moya as I was over Dior. I told him to give in and just go with it. I wasn’t even sure why the fuck he was hiding from it anyway when little mama made it clear that she was on my cousin hard.

  After spreading lotion on my skin, I pulled the fitted suit on my body and then checked myself out in the mirror. Satisfied, I brushed over my waves and sprayed on some cologne.

  I looked down at my phone and saw that I had a message. I expected it to be Dior checking on what time I was getting to her house, even though all we did was discuss the time this whole week, but it was Wrath.

  He had texted me over an hour ago, but I was busy doing some work in my office and forgot to check my phone.

  Wrath: Bro, I think I wanna be with Kanada.

  I laughed out loud when I read his message because just like Legion, I had been telling Wrath’s ass that he had feelings for Kanada. I could see it and feel it whenever I was around them.

  My bro would be looking at her with googly eyes and shit. I just knew he had little ass love birds tweeting and floating around his big head when he looked at her. But the nigga denied it, saying they were just friends, and now look at his ass.

  Even though it was over an hour ago since he texted me, I still messaged him back.

  Me: Nigga tell me something I didn’t already fucking know! I been telling your ass!!! Anyway, do you, my nigga and get that ass!

  I didn’t have anything against Brittany—after all, she was my niece’s mother—but she wasn’t for Wrath.

  If they weren’t arguing, they were fucking, and I did feel like she was playing games with my brother keeping him at a standstill. She wasn’t ready to settle down, according to the many talks I had with Wrath, but she didn’t want him to move on either. To me, that was her playing mind games.

  Kanada complemented my brother. He was happy, cool, calm, and collected whenever she was in his presence. Sometimes that nigga would be walking around looking like he was about to murder every-fucking-body, and with just one look at Kanada or something as simple as her name flashing on his phone, his whole mood would change, and he calmed down.

  That’s the type of woman he needed in his life, so I was happy for him.

  I stood there looking at my phone and waiting to see if he would respond. When he didn’t, all I could do was laugh and shake my head because I knew why he wasn’t responding.

  Poor girl.

  Putting my phone into my pants pocket, I picked up the gifts I bought for Dior and her parents then turned off my light and left my bedroom. Dior’s parents’ gifts were originally going to be me agreeing to meet their judgmental asses, but since I was trying to please Dior, I bought them a little something.

  I mad
e sure that I had everything I needed and left my house.

  It took me almost an hour to get to Dior’s house.

  With my gifts in my hands, I climbed out of my car and happily walked up to Dior’s front door. I was impressed to see that she lived in a nice area, and as I looked around, I nodded in approval of her parents’ cars.

  She said that they had money, and clearly, it showed. Not that it was an issue, but at the same time, it let me know that Dior was talking to me because she wanted to and not because she saw me as some type of come up.

  I balanced the gifts in one hand and pressed the buzzer with the other.

  The door opened almost immediately, and I smiled when I saw my girl standing there looking like a gift her damn self.

  “Hi, baby! Merry Christmas, beautiful.” I smiled and winked at her.

  She threw her arms around my neck and planted a big, juicy kiss on my lips.

  “Merry Christmas to you too, baby. You look so handsome.”

  I stood there and watched her check me out. “You done eye raping me?”

  She blushed and giggled while waving me off.

  We both stepped into the house at the same time, and Dior locked the door behind me.

  “My mom is in the living room waiting for you. My dad will be down shortly,” Dior explained then grabbed my hand and led me to the living room.

  Her house was beautifully decorated, and I took time to admire the features.

  “Mommy, this is Jashawn!” Dior happily introduced me to her mother who she looked just like.

  Dior’s mother stood to her feet and walked over to me with a smile on her face—that looked like it hurt to have—and a hand outstretched for me to shake.

  “Nice to meet you, Jashawn. I’m Mavis, and welcome to our home.” She was polite, even though I knew it was killing her to be like that with me.

  Dior grabbed the gifts from my hand and allowed me to greet her mother properly.

  “Pleasure to meet you,” I said and shook her extended hand.

  “Jashawn bought us some gifts,” Dior said, and her mother looked at them before looking back at me.