“Are you fucking serious?” I felt my brows dip. He had a straight face, so he must have been serious.
“It’s my fucking sister, Camarih.” He let me go and began removing his clothes and shoes. I was surprised to see him lock his gun up. I didn’t know he had it on him.
Tony pulled some sweats from his drawer and slipped them on before leading me to the bed.
“You have a sister?” I inquired when he pulled me between his legs. I was standing, and he was seated. His chest was so chiseled, and was the only portion covered in tattoos like his arms, neck, and hands. The one going across his collarbone read Leimert Park’s Finest.
“I do. Younger than me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not even your girlfriend and look at me.” I covered my face in shame. I was ready to go home.
“Lay down,” he instructed, so I removed my thigh high boots before climbing onto the bed. “Why you stay over here when yo’ nigga balling?”
Shrugging, I replied, “Because his money isn’t my money.” I added another shrug because Tony’s stare was making me uncomfortable.
“No way would I be rich as fuck yet have my bitch in the hood. These new aged niggas be on some bitch shit.”
“I think Prince is a couple years older than you.” I laughed, but Tony was stale faced.
“Probably is, but I was raised differently than my peers, so we ain’t the same.” I nodded, taking in his words. “That’s why I told you, you don’t realize how fucking fine yo’ ass is. You way too muthafuckin pretty and smart for that to be yo’ nigga.” He touched my hair, and for some reason, I liked the small gesture.
“Thank you. I guess I never paid much attention to my looks.”
“You ain’t had the right nigga then. ’Cause they would’ve been putting that shit in ya head from day one.”
Men had tried to get with me and told me how beautiful I was since I was twelve years old, but I admit, it was different coming from a man you liked, even when you knew you shouldn’t be liking him.
“Well Prince isn’t my man anymore and hasn’t been since the day I first saw you.” I looked away momentarily at his firm but comfy pillow that I was lying on. “I’m pretty sure he cheated with my best friend and got her pregnant. Then the night at the club, he gave his boss permission to sleep with me.” As soon as I said the last part, I regretted it. To know Prince didn’t value me at all was humiliating. “I don’t know why I told you that. I’m so embarrassed.” I pressed my face into the pillow.
Turning my head back to face him, Tony replied, “Only muthafucka that should be embarrassed is that nigga. He stay letting another nigga punk his ass for you. Including me.” He pulled me close to him, kissing me.
“What’s your real name? Anthony? No, Antoine. You look like an Antoine.”
“Nah. That’s some Rico Suave gay shit. Houston.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t expecting that, but I liked it. “That’s so cute.”
“Fuck out of here.”
Giggling, I asked, “You say you’re not crazy, but they call you Tony Wacko?”
“Other muthafuckas think I’m crazy, but I don’t.”
“You are.” I put my leg on him for some reason. How was I so comfortable? I didn’t know him!
“Yo’ skin is so fucking soft.” He rubbed my thigh before leaning down and over to kiss it. “That’s how I know whatever the fuck you selling, these dry ass females is gon’ buy.”
“You think so?” I cheesed. No one had ever said anything like that to me. Everyone close to me, even Isis, saw my skin products as a hobby.
“Yeah. You be making that shit yaself, huh?”
“Yeah. I try to make as much as possible, to keep inventory, but sometimes I don’t have enough to buy all that I need. Angel Skin doesn’t pay that much, and I have to pay my mom room rent.”
I left out the fact that I worked in the back of Club Dose. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t approve.
“Aye, you should bring all that shit to the studio. It be hella hoes in that muthafucka, looking cracked out and shit. I know once they see you, they’ll bite. And if not, I’ll pull my heat out and make them buy all yo’ stock.”
I began laughing, but I saw he wasn’t.
“You really would let me do that?”
“Be there on Monday in the evening. Guarantee you gon’ sell out or else.”
“Thank you.” I grinned widely, and he pinched my chin like always. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Nah, get out of here with that corny shit. Why you so fucking corny?” He twisted up his handsome face.
“Tell me!”
“Pizza with ranch sauce, but only to dip it. I don’t like that shit poured all over the fucking food. That’s gay.”
“That was specific; someone must’ve done that before.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, one of the homies. Had to slap the dog shit out of him. I don’t play about my fucking food.” And he was serious. He slapped a man over… pizza. “What’s yours?”
“Orange chicken but the real kind, not from those cheap Chinese food places.”
“Yet yo’ ass was up in Hong Kong ready to throw down.”
Snickering, I touched the hair on his chin before he began kissing me. As soon as his tongue slipped into my mouth, he started to pull my dress up. He had it off in no time and used only one hand to unhook my bra without looking.
“Tony, we shouldn’t if we can’t date.” I moaned as he started to suck my nipples. He’d pushed me onto my back while tugging down my thong.
“We can just be close.” He came up to kiss me. He got my underwear past my feet then removed his bottoms. Getting back between my legs, he slipped his fingers inside me and said, “I wanna eat yo’ shit so bad, but I want it soaking wet.” He bit down on his lip, staring me in the eyes as he fingered me.
I could feel my nectar coating his fingers, as I dug my nails into his skin.
“Mmm.” I whimpered, gripping his strong arms as he sped up. I trembled as I came, so he lowered down onto me, putting my legs over his forearms before pressing the head of his dick at my opening.
“Fuck, Camarih!” Tony grumbled, sucking my neck as he glided in and out. I could feel him deep inside of me, and I wondered if he was rearranging my insides.
Coming up some, he held the front of my neck and fucked me hard, making our skin clap together. In no time, I was releasing, and heavily because I felt the sheets under me dampen.
Tony smiled as he pulled out, looking between my legs. He began planting kisses down my stomach, before placing my thighs on his shoulders. He licked and sucked my inner thighs as he neared my box, before slowly starting to eat my pussy.
“Ah…” I cooed, gripping his short cut, kinky hair.
I was drenched below, but clearly, he liked it that way, as he moaned softly while sucking my clit. I grinded very slowly against his mouth, massaging his hair, and when he slipped his tongue into my opening, I released violently.
“Put ya legs up.”
As directed, I put my legs up, and Tony dove right back in, making sure his tongue touched every crevice. His tongue was like a damn snake, attacking my clit with the perfect pressure as he sucked it. I released again, so he put my legs down, kissed my pussy for a little bit, then trailed his lips up my quivering body.
“Baby.” I whimpered before we started to kiss.
“I could yo’ eat pussy all fucking day.” He sucked my lips then down my collarbone to lick my nipples. “Yo’ body is pretty as fuck.”
He ran his big hands all over me, before flipping me over and putting my face in the pillow. Propping my ass up, Tony slid inside of me from behind and began pounding me hard. We were sweating, so the clashing of our skin was as loud as ever, as I cried out while gripping the sheets. I felt him hold my ass cheeks apart as he beat it up, not caring that I was dripping down my inner thighs.
“Mm, ahh,” I sniveled before losing my voice.
Tony yanked my head back by my hair with one hand a
s the other spanked and grabbed on my ass. The dick felt so good, I could only close my eyes and clench my teeth as I felt yet another orgasm on the tide. For the sixth time tonight, I came down his thick dick.
He pulled out of me, pressing his chest into my back, while sucking my lips from the side.
“Get on your knees.” He helped me out of the bed and onto the floor, where he sat on the edge of the bed with a brick hard dick.
I took it into my mouth, sucking sloppily and letting my tongue tease the sides and the tip. Hearing him moan was so sexy, so I kept it up, putting my all into it. His dick was drenched even more than it already was, as I bobbed on it nastily. In no time, he was cumming in my mouth, and for the first time in my life, I swallowed.
Pulling me off of his dick by my hair, he just stared down into my face as I panted, licking my lips. He brought me up into his lap with ease, so that I was straddling him, while he kissed all over my face, lips, and neck. I just caressed his head, loving his scent and touch. I was obsessed with how our naked bodies felt pressed against one another.
“I like being close to you,” I admitted.
“You can’t fuck nobody else. This pussy right here belongs to me.” He lifted me with no problem before bringing me onto his dick. “You understand me?” He looked me in the eyes as he moved me up and down his long and thick shaft.
I was paralyzed due to his size, but I nodded.
Tony Wacko
A week later…
I toked on the blunt in my hand while bobbing my head to Eitan’s new track he’d recorded. The shit had to be perfect, and if it wasn’t, he was gon’ bring his ass back in here and do it again. Call it what you want, but any nigga on my team was only allowed to release heat and nothing less. Because once niggas heard that one garbage track, they’d never listen again.
“You so fine, nigga.” This bitch Jessica smirked up at me as she began to loosen the buckle on my jeans.
“Shut up. Only thing you need to be doing is sucking me off. I’m trying to listen to this shit.” I blew out smoke.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Fuck I tell you about that daddy shit? Hurry the fuck up ’fore I kick yo’ stupid ass out.”
I turned the music up even louder so Jessica wouldn’t ruin my high and soften my dick. Fucking with Camarih had these other hoes irritating the fuck out of me even more than usual. Her ass was nothing like them, and that was a fucking compliment.
I leaned back in my chair, up by the mixer, enjoying the weed filling my lungs and Jessica’s mouth on my dick as the song blasted. About two songs had played before I was done, and the nut was underwhelming.
“Better than that light skin, huh?” Jessica wiped the corners of her mouth when I came back from cleaning my dick in the bathroom.
“What?” I frowned, confused as I descended back into the chair.
“That little light-skinned hoe you’ve been fucking around with. Everybody knows you’ve been messing with her.” Jessica got back down on her knees, rubbing her hands up my jeans. Her ass was a light skin too. “I saw her buying some Adidas yesterday at the Crenshaw mall. Me and the homegirls were about to jump her ass. Ah!” Jessica screeched when I smacked her hating ass.
“Get the fuck up.” I snatched her up by her arm, as she cried like I gave a fuck, and damn near dragged her out the studio room and to the exit. “And if anything happens to Camarih, I’m pushing yo’ shit back.”
“Tony—”
I slammed the door before she could finish and headed back to my listening session.
I was done a few hours later and texted Eitan to let him know the songs in particular that I thought needed work, before driving to my dad’s crib.
My stepmom still lived there, along with my little sister Jilly, so I liked to drop by to check on her. I knew around this time, Brielle’s thirsty ass wouldn’t be over there, which was cool. She only rolled through in hopes that we would run into each other and I would let her suck me up. On a few occasions, she’d caught me.
As I parked my whip in front of the house my father used to live in off Olmstead, I saw I had a text from Camarih.
Buttascotch: Cute?
She attached a picture of her in some lace panties with the matching bra, but of course her weird ass had on some sort of pink facemask. Bitch was sexy even with that shit on her face; that was how a nigga knew she was certified. Her golden curly hair was down, and all I could think about was pulling on that shit while beating her pussy up from the back.
Declining to reply, I locked my phone and put that shit in my pocket, taking a deep breath.
Camarih had me on her ass, and I didn’t like the shit. I was perfectly fine getting my dick wet when I needed to without shit else being involved. But the fact that she had a nigga putting claim on her pussy and thinking about her when I was doing normal shit, like playing a video game, was fucking with me. I even liked kissing her. I just smacked another hoe for saying she was gon’ jump her. The fuck?
I didn’t wanna ever be tied to no bitch, so maybe if I ignored her, my feelings would go away.
I climbed out of the car and made my way up the driveway and to the door. As I stuck my key in, I heard rustling, so I quickly pushed the door in.
“Hey, bro!” Jilly wore a stupid ass smile.
“Who the fuck was in here?” I asked immediately, closing the door behind me.
“Nobody, Tony. Don’t start no shit—Tony!” Jilly shouted when I darted to the back where her bedroom was.
I searched all around that muthafucka before coming up short.
“Where he at, Jilly? I ain’t stupid.” I walked out of her room slowly, still looking on the low.
“Nobody is here, Houston.”
Suddenly, something told me to check the linen closet, and the way Jilly jumped on my back when I twisted the knob let me know I’d hit the jackpot. Upon opening it, I saw her bitch ass boyfriend Vernon on the floor like the hoe that he was.
“Look, man—”
“Tony, stop!” Jilly screeched when I snatched his ass out and punched him dead in his face.
“Didn’t I say I was gon’ fuck you up if you came through here?” I hissed as he cupped his nose.
Vernon finally swung on me, and missed, so I hit his ass in the stomach then proceeded to fuck him up. When I felt like I had almost killed him, I dragged him outside by his collar as Jilly screamed at the top of her lungs.
“What the hell is going on?” My stepmom Miranda came to the door just as I forced Vernon into his whip and told his ass to bounce.
“Tony acting fucking stupid and crazy again!” Jilly sobbed hysterically as she stormed back in the house. I followed, nodding my head to say ‘what’s up’ to Miranda.
“Hey, baby. I’m sorry. I had no idea he was here.”
“I’m sure,” I replied, allowing her to hug me before she went back to her bedroom. Sitting next to Jilly on the couch, I said, “Who the fuck you calling stupid?”
“You, muthafucka!” She quipped. “Ow!” She yelped when I pinched the shit out of her cheek like I always did when she got smart. Had she not been my baby sister, her lip would’ve been busted.
I respected no females who weren’t my mother, rest in peace, and my little sister.
“I told you he can’t come over here. I pay bills around this muthafucka, so what I say goes. You wanna lay up with his broke ass, get yo’ own spot. You old enough.”
Jilly was twenty-three years old, but she would always be sixteen in my eyes when it came to these niggas. I would never be completely cool with her having a nigga, but I knew the shit was inevitable. However, I wasn’t gon’ tolerate my baby sister being with a punk ass nigga. Vernon was a bitch, and something about him didn’t smell right, so I didn’t approve of him fucking with Jilly in the slightest.
“You are not my daddy, Tony.”
“I don’t wanna be ya fucking daddy. But I’m yo’ brother, and I’m gon’ protect you. You want a boyfriend, get you a real nigga, not some hoe.”
“Anyway, can I have some money?”
“For what, muthafucka?”
Smiling but rolling her eyes, she replied, “Some shoes.”
“Nah. I told you I’ll only get you the necessities. You need a fucking job. Come clean up at the studio.”
“Umm no, I’m too cute. I wanna be a stylist. Connect me with some of the celebrities you know.”
“Fuck out of here. Work for what you want. And remember, I’m not yo’ daddy, right?”
I didn’t mind helping Jilly, but she was a spoiled brat. She was used to my pops buying her whatever, despite him not even having it like that, and I admit, in the past, I had done the same. But I realized I’d taken away her ability to hustle.
“You annoying.” She sucked her teeth, so I clawed her side since I knew she was ticklish. “Stop! I’m angry at you!” She screeched just as the doorbell rang.
I went to answer it and saw it was my maternal cousin Carter. He was cool, but we were nothing alike, so we didn’t really hang out much. We were close as fuck as little kids though. After age seven, we started to drift ’cause I was into some bad shit, and he was soft.
“Sup.” We slapped hands.
“Sup. My mama cooked, so I brought the leftovers since I know Jilly loves her macaroni.” Carter held up the bag of plates. “It’s enough for you to have some too.”
“Cool.” I nodded before returning to sit down on the couch. Like always, Camarih crossed my mind. I kept thinking about that picture text, so I took my phone out to reply. So much for ignoring her.
Me: Fine as fuck. The panties make me think about eating ya pussy.
Me: I can still taste it.
Soon as I hit send, I got another look at the photo.
“You mess with Ari?” Jilly questioned, stuffing her face just as Carter took a seat in the recliner adjacent to us with a plate of pie.
“Who?”
“Tony, you know who I’m talking about. She dates the singer Prince. The streets been saying y’all mess around.”
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