She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  My stomach felt queasy hearing him talk to me like this. I’d gotten so used to him loving on me, in his own hood nigga way, that I was taken aback. This was the Houston I’d first met.

  “Nope, we’re not.”

  Pushing my legs out of his way, he sat on the edge of the bed and began typing on his phone. I watched, and when he finally shoved it into his pocket moments later, he rose up.

  “Fuck are my condoms?” He spoke lowly, but I still heard him. I couldn’t help the tears that welled up in my eyes.

  “I hate you!” I got out of the bed and started hitting him.

  He blocked my punches, before restraining me and pinning me to the wall. He put my hands above my head and grimaced down at me as I sobbed like a baby.

  “Hit me again, Camarih, and I swear on my dead mama’s grave, I will bust you in yo’ shit. I can still knock the shit out yo’ ass without hurting my baby. Don’t try me ’round this muthafucka.”

  “You don’t care about me or this baby, asshole, so don’t pretend!”

  “Nah, I just don’t care about you.” He let me go, but he stood close to me still like he was waiting on me to hit him.

  I could tell by the crazy nigga twitch in his jaw and the look in his low eyes that he was waiting to knock fire from me, so I declined to punch him again. Him saying he didn’t care about me made me feel physically sick.

  No more words were said as he left the bedroom. I shut the door behind him and got in the bed, breathing deeply to calm myself down. I didn’t want to disturb my baby.

  Just fifteen minutes later, I heard the doorbell, and Tony answer it. A female’s voice could be heard, so I knew she was his little sex buddy for the night. Wanting to ruin things for him since I couldn’t beat the girl’s ass like I wanted to, I got out of the bed. Only if I weren’t pregnant, I would mess that hoe up. And if she said anything, I just might still do it.

  After putting my robe on, I entered the living room, seeing the girl get down on her knees and reach up for Tony’s dick.

  “Excuse me.” My voice made her jump and look over her shoulder, as Tony took a toke on a blunt, watching me. “I just wanted to let you know, Houston, that I will be going back to work at Club Dose.” I wanted to piss him off and ruin his moment.

  “Get to sucking, bitch. Fuck you tuning in for?” He hissed, and to my surprise, the girl began sucking his dick right there in front of me. Blowing out smoke while staring at me, Tony replied, “I don’t give a fuck what you do. Quit fucking talking to me while I’m busy.”

  I didn’t expect that response, and watching him get head while being so rude to me made me cry. Not wanting her to see me in tears because of Tony, I quickly darted back into the bedroom, slamming the door before sobbing. Throwing off my robe, I fell onto the bed lazily, letting it all out.

  Not even five minutes had passed before I heard the door open. Looking up, I spotted Tony coming in.

  “Leave me alone.” I whimpered as he squatted down to be eye level with me, next to the bed.

  He was quiet for a little bit, staring at me with an angry expression.

  “I swear I can’t stand yo’ stupid ass. Couldn’t even keep a hard dick because you back here crying and shit.”

  “Why do you care if I’m crying! That should turn you on more, Satan!” I sniffled.

  Gripping both sides of my wet face, he kissed me so hard that my lips parted. His hands were feeling me up, and next thing I knew, he was eating my pussy. As I lied on my back, he pressed my thighs into my stomach and sucked my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, making me cum in under thirty seconds. I couldn’t even help my whimpers and moans, as my body trembled from the way he ate me.

  When he let my legs rest on his shoulders, I gripped Tony’s soft hair in my hands as he yanked another orgasm from my body. He kept sucking my pussy until I came twice more, feeling spent.

  As he rose up, I waited for him to enter me, but he just said, “Take yo’ annoying ass to sleep so I can get some pussy.”

  My eyelids felt heavy as hell from that head, making me pass right out.

  The next morning…

  I was pissed as hell when I woke up. The nerve of this nigga to put me to sleep so he could fuck that hoe. And the fact that it worked made me even madder.

  Getting up, I decided to make myself some breakfast, but when I stepped out, I saw the girl sleeping on the floor, with Tony on the couch. He was such an asshole for not letting her lay in one of the chairs or something. She was curled up from being cold too.

  Going back into the room, I grabbed Tony’s gun from the drawer he kept it in, and then waltzed right up to her, kicking her shin lightly.

  “Huh? Oh my gosh!” She jumped when she saw the gun pointed right in her face.

  “Get the fuck out.” I frowned, keeping it on her as she hopped up, fixing her dress.

  Tony opened his eyes just as she ran out of the door, making me laugh at how dumb she looked.

  “Put my shit back, Camarih.” Tony sat up.

  “What if I’d rather shoot you?”

  “Ain’t nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” He checked his phone. Looking up from it, he repeated, “Put my shit back.”

  “Why did you fuck her after eating me out?”

  “Because you was bitching about giving the pussy up yet trying to cock block at the same time, so I had to get rid of yo’ ass but also satisfy my hunger for eating pussy.” He rose up, snatching his gun from me. “It was good too. And you was wet as hell.” He bit his lip and squeezed my ass as he skated past me.

  “You should’ve never tried to sleep with me in the first place. You should’ve called her from jump.”

  “I would’ve, but I wanted to hit raw, and you the only bitch I’m willing to fuck that way until further notice,” he called over his shoulder.

  And here I was thinking he wanted to sleep with me because it was me, even though he was drunk.

  “Well I hope you know I’m gonna be fucking niggas all the way up until I deliver.” I followed him to the bedroom.

  “Oh word?” He grabbed a bottle of water from the case he kept in his room.

  “Word, nigga.”

  “Aight, so check this out. If you fuck another nigga with my baby in you, I’m killing you off top.” He spoke seriously. I believed him. “After my baby gets here though, fuck whomever you want. Just make sure you let me hit every now and again because the shit is good.”

  Not knowing what to say or how to feel about him being so callous toward me, I went back to the kitchen so I could make my breakfast.

  And just like yesterday, he and I went the rest of the morning without saying another word to each other. When done with my food, I took a warm bath, then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine.

  I was going to go apply for an apartment today since I had some money saved up. And also, I’d agreed to work with a few big boutiques to wear their clothes on my Instagram for some extra cash. I really didn’t want to do that, but I needed to supplement my income that I got from Angel Skin and then my own business. I wanted to go back to dancing at Club Dose, but I knew I’d be fat soon, and Carl, my manager, wouldn’t dare let me come back after what Tony had done to him.

  I pulled up to the apartment building I found on Stocker and parked. It was a studio, so very small, but I didn’t mind. As long as it was my own place, I was fine with it. I knew Tony said I could stay with him still, but I refused to. No way I could live with him like a roommate, watching him entertain other women. Plus, it was hard seeing him and not being able to cuddle, kiss, or just touch him.

  “Well what do you think, Miss Marlon?” The landlord, Nisa, inquired after I looked around. It took less than a minute due to the size of the place.

  “I love it. How much would I have to pay now?”

  “We would need first and last, so it’s two thousand seven hundred dollars all together.”

  I pondered, thinking about the price, before finally agreeing. I had to realize that I liv
ed in an expensive ass state, and this was the only thing I could afford, even if it would take majority of my paycheck.

  “Okay, that works.” I gave her a smile.

  “Great. Let me go get the paperwork.” Nisa left me to my lonesome, so I surveyed the studio again.

  Realizing I’d need my bed and stuff from the storage Tony had it in, I dialed his number. He didn’t answer, so I called him again.

  “What?” He picked up, tone dry as hell. I knew he was at the studio because I heard a lot of people in the background.

  “Hey, sorry to bother you, but I need to get my bed out of your storage.”

  “For what, Camarih?”

  “Because I found a place, and I need it to sleep on, Houston.”

  He was silent, and I could hear him moving before his background faded out.

  “Fuck you mean you found a place?”

  “I found a studio that I can pretty much afford, and I am going to move into it. I’m about to sign the paperwork.”

  “I told yo’ ass you could stay with me.” His teeth were clenched; it was obvious.

  I could hear the anger in his voice, and I didn’t know why. With the way he treated me, I thought he’d be happy I was leaving.

  “Yeah, but I shouldn’t. It’s not healthy for me to stay there. I’m pregnant, Houston, and hearing you fuck other bitches is not exactly a way for me to keep myself away from stress.”

  “You not moving out.”

  “What? Yes I am.”

  “Nah, you not. So you bet not sign whatever that muthafucka brings you, ’cause you gon’ lose yo’ fucking deposit.”

  “Why do you even want me there!”

  “’Cause I do! Now get the fuck off my line with this bullshit!” He barked before hanging up.

  Why did I ever fuck with his psycho ass? And why did I let him get me pregnant?

  Tony Wacko

  “Aye, finish mixing the shit, and when I come back through, I’m gon’ give that shit a listen.” I re-entered into the studio room.

  “Where you ’bout to go?” Rahim inquired as Abel looked on.

  “Don’t worry about it. Just finish out the record and make sure that nigga ain’t loose with the verses.” I grabbed my bag up and dipped out.

  Hopping into my shit, I cranked it and sped right over to where Camarih’s ass was, trying to rent a fucking studio. I knew exactly where the fuck she was because there weren’t too many studio apartments in Leimert. Plus, I had a tracker put in her car last night while her stupid pregnant ass was sleep.

  I’d told myself time and time again that I was done with her ass, and I was, but for some reason, the bitch stayed on my fucking mind. Thinking about her going places and other niggas trying to fuck on her had me hot as shit, so I needed to put that tracker on so I could pull up on that ass at random times. And I swear on my fucking life, if I caught her hoe ass entertaining another muthafucka, they were both good as dead.

  As soon as I parked, I saw Camarih walking out with some old dried up ass bitch carrying paperwork, so I quickly jumped out. When Camarih spotted me, her eyes almost rolled out of her head.

  “Fuck is going on here?” I moved closer to their asses. I didn’t see Camarih dressed before I left, but her ass was sexy as always.

  Her hair was loose, all curly and shit, and she had on some little ass jean shorts that got my dick hard as my eyes traveled down her thick, golden thighs. Her shirt was tight as well around her titties but got loose at the stomach, pissing me off.

  “Nothing, Tony.” Turning to the bitch, Camarih added, “Thank you for all your help. I should have all my stuff in by the end of the week.”

  “Nah, she won’t. Rip the fucking contract up.” I looked down into the landlord’s eyes.

  “Uh… umm—”

  “Bitch, you deaf?” I pulled my heat out on her ass, and like clockwork, she got to ripping the shit. “The check too!”

  “Oh my gosh! I hate you!” Camarih shouted as I told the granny ass hoe to go on about her muthafuckin way.

  “Get in the fucking car.”

  “I drove here!” Camarih shouted again, making me get in her face.

  “Yell like that again and watch what happens. Get in the muthafuckin car ’fore I show the fuck out on yo’ ass,” I spoke through clenched teeth.

  Camarih angrily turned around and yanked my passenger door open before sliding inside and folding her arms. Getting in my shit, I made a call to have hers brought to my crib, then dropped my gun in my lap as I sped off.

  “You can put that away.” Camarih commented on my heat.

  “I drive like this sometimes. Mind ya fucking business.”

  Shaking her head for a few moments, she replied, “I can’t believe you did that. You don’t care about me, yet you don’t want me to live elsewhere. Makes no sense.”

  She was right… Shit made no fucking sense why I was still on this hoe’s bumper like I was.

  “Why the fuck you wearing that weird ass top?” I hissed.

  “It’s not weird; it’s fashion!”

  “Nah, that’s some hoe shit. You don’t want muthafuckas knowing yo’ ass is pregnant, so you got it all big and shit around yo’ stomach.”

  “You are stupid.” She scoffed.

  “Keep fucking with me, Camarih. Let me find out you trying to get fucked on while carrying my baby.” I shook my head, the thought pissing me the fuck off like always.

  Slinking down in the seat, she replied, “Unlike you, fucking is the last thing on my mind.”

  “Better be.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Right now? Them little ass shorts got a nigga horny as shit.”

  “Nigga, you wish! I wouldn’t let you touch me for one million dollars!” She frowned her pretty ass face. I glanced over at her while at the red light and chuckled.

  “Ain’t gotta wish for shit. I been raw dogging that pussy in all kinds of positions for months, mommy.” I touched her stomach.

  “I hate you so much.”

  We got to the house, and her car was already there, making her stare at it for a little bit before hopping out. I followed her as she stormed inside, and watching her body had me ready to fuck. I knew her ass wouldn’t let a nigga get no pussy, however.

  I trailed her into the bedroom and shut the door as she kicked her slides off, getting onto the bed. She lay there before rubbing her stomach that wasn’t visible due to the shirt.

  Walking to the bed, I sat on the edge, forcing her to move over some.

  “Why you trying to leave me?” I asked, sounding like a whole bitch. This shit was private though, so I could do that.

  Camarih had been staring off, avoiding eye contact with me, but finally, she turned to look up at my face.

  “Because you’re mean, you lie, and you don’t love me.”

  “When have I ever been mean to yo’ ass?”

  “When you had sex with that girl while I was in here asleep.” Her eyes watered as she looked off again.

  “We was broken up, and I wanted to fuck. What, you think I’m just gon’ be out here with a dry dick ’cause you on some bullshit? Nah.”

  “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done that. Then to put me to sleep so you could have privacy—”

  “That wasn’t why I did that shit. Hearing yo’ ass crying and shit fucked with me, and I couldn’t even keep my dick hard.”

  “That’s no better.”

  “Camarih, had you been any other female, my dick would’ve had no problem. But ’cause a nigga loves yo’ ass, I could barely even do that shit. You think I wanna fuck other females?” I frowned, and her eyes darted away momentarily.

  “Yes,” she replied somberly.

  “Well I don’t. That’s why I made you my girl. You the only female I wanna fuck and spend my time with.”

  “Why can’t you just prove this by not entertaining other women?” She began to sob harder. “I love you so much, and I would never think about sleeping with another man, even while broken
up.”

  As she talked, I thumbed a few of her tears, but there were too fucking many.

  “Camarih—”

  “I just need to be alone for a little bit so I can keep my stress levels down for my baby. Right now, all I keep thinking about is you having sex with another bitch while I was in the bedroom, and you having sex with Brielle as recently as some months ago.”

  “It was head. I ain’t fucked her in years.”

  Closing her eyes for a moment, she replied, “Whatever it was, it’s weird, and I’m still trying to process it.”

  “Aight. So I’m gon’ give you a small amount of time to relax, and then this shit is gon’ be over.”

  “No—”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, looking at her. “If you think we about to be broken up over some stupid ass shit like me fucking Brielle and some hoe in my living room, then you must not know who the fuck I am.

  So you can either be with me, or you can attempt to move on and have me kill whomever you think you about to be with. You ain’t gon’ never have another nigga. I’m the only muthafucka you gon’ be with, Camarih. Unless you move to France, but even then, I’m gon’ be bonjouring on them muthafuckas with the choppa.”

  I’d never been more serious in my life.

  “You don’t tell me what I can do.” She stuck her nose in the air as if that shit meant something.

  Getting between her legs, I hovered over her and kissed her lips a couple times.

  “You do what the fuck you wanna do, but I told you yo’ options. You gon’ always be mine, and that pussy too.”

  Kissing her some more, I got her shorts and panties off before pulling my dick from my sweats and boxers.

  “Mmm.” She whimpered as I pushed inside. She was wet already just from me kissing her, and the shit was gushy-tight. Damn this shit was good.

  “This why a nigga fucking crazy.” I panted, pounding her pussy. “This is mine, Camarih.” I spoke sternly, feeling her cum. Fucking her so hard that our skin clapped together loudly, I added, “And I’m selfish as fuck with what’s mine.”

  She stared up into my eyes, sniveling, while digging her nails into my back.