by Nicety
Alicia Keys blared throughout the house playing her piano and strumming my heart with a love song so beautiful that it almost made my soul cry. Jeremiah had hurt me for the last time. My feelings were all that connected me to him since we didn’t have kids like he and she did. But they too were becoming as much as a nonfactor to him as our relationship.
Nothing seemed to be able to hold this nigga in my grasp. He was no longer mine, it seemed. He had made his choice. So, why did it only make me want him more? Why did I want to jump in my car, drive around looking for him and beg him to fix us so we could have our happily ever after? It was bullshit. He was supposed to be my prince charming. But princes didn’t break the hearts of the women they loved.
I felt like if I had him back in my world, I could prove to him that I could be a better woman to him. No other man compared to his ambition, his goals, and his overconfident cockiness. I needed him bad. Apart of me felt like I was about to go insane feeling like I needed his sensual touch, the smell of his breath, the essence of him back in my life. The pain I felt inside was not going away anytime soon. Jeremiah was my heartbeat. He needed to come home to me. I couldn’t give him up and let her have him so easily. She didn’t deserve him. She didn’t deserve to win. We belonged together.
“Aye, shawty. I’m just here to get a few of my boy’s things. But I see you’re already packing some of the shit up for him,” Myking scanned Jeremiah’s belongings scattered on the grass. “Wished you could’ve made it easier on a nigga to carry though and put the shit in a bag for me.”
“Fuck a bag. Kick that shit all the way to that bitch’s house for him,” I snapped knowing I didn’t mean not one word that escaped my anger.
“What’s going on here though?” Myking sized up the locksmiths as they prepared to leave.
“You’re all set Ms. Divine. We left the keys and receipt on the counter for you. Have a nice day,” one of the men said as he and his crew exited the house headed for their mini van.
“Thank you all very much,” I replied before turning back towards Myking. “What does it look like?”
“Oh shit, you done changed the locks on the nigga? But it’s his crib too, B. How you gonna play the nigga? Just let him get his shit and leave it at that.” Myking covered his laughter as I turned away from him entering the house.
“He’s never gonna learn if I keep giving him the easy way out of shit, Myking. I keep letting this nigga do me any kind of way and I’m sick of it. But I love him more than I love my own heartbeat. We’ve been together forever and even with all the bullshit he’s sent me through, there’s no other place I’d rather be than here with him.” Tears threatened to explode from my ducts.
“If you ask me it sounds like you’re a glutton for punishment,” Myking smirked as he pulled a Heineken from the fridge cracking it open in the same moment.
“Awe shit. Here we go.”
“And, you know this. I’m gonna say the same shit I’ve been saying to you for the longest. Maybe today it’ll finally set in. You like bad men. You’re no different than any other woman out here chasing the bad boy, only attached to him so deeply cause the nigga treats you like shit. Y’all so fascinated with the thought of being the first one to change him, to reform him, instead of seeing the man for what he is. Shit.” The words left his lips like he had recited the shit over and over in his mind and had it down packed.
“You’ve been telling me this for the longest. Ever since that first day you caught me crying a few years back, you’ve always said this shit to me. And, every time I tell you that’s not it.” My head lowered to the linoleum floor. “I’m just a sucker for love, I guess.”
“Naw, you’re just a fool in denial. Look, that’s my boy and all so I’ve got no business even have consoled you all these years. But you know, I hate to see you like this and shit. But you really need to wake the fuck up though. Real talk.”
Myking was Jeremiah’s closest friend but after seeing how badly I was hurting behind the shit J. was doing to me, he slowly crept up on becoming mine as well. He would always make me smile but kept it real with me, refusing to sugarcoat shit for me and pacify my feelings. It was one of the things that gave me the strength to so-called teach J. a lesson and change the locks on his ass.
Jeremiah knew we were super close but he more than likely played that to his advantage, sending him to see where my head was so he could come weasel his way back into my life. Every single time I took Jeremiah back. But this time, he was most definitely going to have to work for it. His love was like a drug, like a never-ending emotional rollercoaster that I couldn’t get off of.
“Myking, Jeremiah doesn’t deserve a friend like you. Even though you put on this bad boy persona like you’re all hard and shit, you’re still the nicest person to me.” My heart told me that Myking was right but I just couldn’t let go.
“Yeah well. You tell anybody that shit and I’ll deny it to the death.”
We laughed as my attention turned back towards the room, wondering if I should continue to toss the rest of Jeremiah’s clothes out on the lawn. They were all ready in a nice little pile on the bed, calling me, telling me they wanted out this house but only to prove a point. It was a point that I wasn’t sure would make our situation better or worse leaving me struggling with the thought of it. I headed into the room to stare at it, leaning against the wall with my arms folded.
“But you gon’ stop this crazy shit or what? You’re too good of a woman to be sitting in here tossing clothes out on the lawn, burning it and shit,” Myking followed me gazing over at the pile of clothes on the bed. “Com’ on, B. You’re way better than this shit here and you know it.”
He was right. Jeremiah had brought me all out of my character lately. It never happened before because I was too complacent with him and the way he manipulated me back into his arms. The way we were was his way of keeping me trapped in his comfort. Slowly, he started not to care anymore though. He wasn’t putting in the amount of effort he used to, trying to get our shit back to the way it used to be. Within minutes, I felt like shit knowing that I looked like a clown in front of Myking just then.
“So what do you suggest I do then?” I asked sort of already knowing the answer.
“Shit, I can’t tell you what to do B. But I think if you think long and hard enough, you can figure out what’s best for you,” Myking’s deep voice fiddled with my thoughts, returning my view back on the clothes. “But whatever you decide, I hope it ain’t this. This shit is crazy, ma. For real.”
“That son of a bitch will regret the day that he left me though. I bet you that,” my neck popped my head around as the words left my lips. “And, I know he’ll still try to get back with me while he’s over there living it up with her ass.”
“Even if he does, you’ll never know about it. You know that nigga will never admit that shit. He’ll suffer inside before he shows you weakness. He’s just that type of nigga.” He lowered his head before bringing it back up. “Just answer me one thing, B. How’s the same thing making you sad, making you stay?”
“Ugh, Myking, I can’t take this shit no more though. He made me feel like we were going to be forever. But now…I don’t know the meaning of forever.” Streams flowed down my face uncontrollably. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Myking asked stuffing his hands in his pockets looking at me from the bottom of his eyes.
“For crying like a bumbling fool in front of you yet again. I know you’re probably tired of seeing me like this.” My head fell in my hands just as he strolled over taking me in his arms.
My body fused with his, a sucker for affection. His hand reached under my chin pulling my eyes up to his. My face was drenched in salty tears over a man who could probably give two shits or a fuck about me. Myking stared down into my eyes as I struggled to return the gaze, ashamed that I was displaying a typical weak woman unable to let go of a toxic man. The hardest part about being with Jeremiah was waking up with a broken heart.
; “I’m used to it. I just don’t think it needs to happen anymore.” And then his soft brown lips meshed with mine.
“Oh my go—“ I backed off immediately but was halted by him forcefully pulling my body back closer to his.
“Naw shut the fuck up. You need this shit,” he mumbled, wrestling his tongue with mine before pulling at my shirt. “You’ve been fucked up over a whack ass nigga for so long that you don’t even know what it feels like to be with a real nigga. I’m about to show you.”
Fear dripped from my being. I didn’t know what was about to happen next. All I knew was that I couldn’t seem to bring myself to tell him to stop. He pulled my shirt off of my shoulders and popped my left tit out of its cup before engulfing his warm wet mouth over my large dark nipple. A gasp escaped my mouth as ecstasy overcame me in an instant and I leaned my head back against the wall closing my eyes.
I was lost in his touch, his caress. His fingers searched every inch of my body getting to know every nook and cranny of me. There were noises in the distance that made me wonder if Jeremiah would come banging on the door at any minute to interrupt us, saving us from making one of the biggest mistakes of our lives. As my body trembled, shaking from both fear and pleasure, apart of me knew Jeremiah would never come.
As the rest of my clothes dropped to the floor, me stepping out of them without a word, I watched as he gazed up and down my body shaking his head and licking his lips hungrily. He dominated every move I made. I stood helpless, the wind blowing against my nipples making them hard and pointy. Anxiously I waited for him to attack me, ravage my body and make me regret every one of his movements. Instead, he turned and with one swoop of his hand pushed all of the clothes from the bed to the floor.
“Com’ here,” his voice was brazen and dark as he sat on the bed and patted his lap.
“Myking—“ Slowly my legs brought me towards him.
“Shh. I got this.”
He removed his shirt revealing the most beautiful body I had ever seen. My eyes bulged a bit gaping at his defined muscles. The way his pecs sat up made my pussy drip a little. Under all those clothes Myking had been hiding this perfect body and when he dropped his pants to the floor…I damn near fainted.
This niggas dick was straight, long, and fat. I was no virgin but that motherfucka had me scared to have him slide that big anaconda inside of me. Never before had I fucked with a man so big. I couldn’t do shit but stare with my mouth dropped in amazement wondering how bad he was going to tear my pussy up with that thing.
“Come ride me,” he said as he lay back on the bed.
And, then this nigga wanted me to ride him too? Inside I was like oh hell naw. But I couldn’t speak. I just mounted him, following the directions I was given. I climbed on top of his legs with my reservations in tow, scared shitless. I felt his hands halt my legs then I looked noticing him directing me in another position. He pulled me like my weight was nothing to him sitting me right on his face and his tongue fell on my clit I lost myself to a heaven I never knew existed.
Myking swallowed me whole. The only thing I knew was that he was giving it to me like none other. He had me in there in the back of mind singing to his ass like:
I done been around the world, I done kissed a lot of girls
So I'm guessin' that it's true
Make me holla and I bet a million dollars
Don't nobody kiss it like you
Don't nobody kiss it like you, don't nobody kiss it like you, ba-baby
Don't nobody kiss it like you, don't nobody kiss it like you
The way his tongue swirled around my pearl sent shockwaves throughout my legs forcing them into a trembling frenzy. Slowly my hips winded on his mouth loving the feeling he was shooting through me. And, then it was happening. His tongue moved to the pace of a racecar, going 100 miles an hour. The shit felt so good that I screamed obscenities of passion as I gripped my nipples for added pleasure.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I shouted, grabbing his head and riding the shit out of his face like I was in a motherfucking Kentucky Derby.
I could hear him moan that he wouldn’t. He knew just what to say to make me cum even harder. That’s exactly what I did. My cum dripped all in his mouth and just as he began to suck on my clit, it shot out awakening a euphoria I had no idea I had. I hopped off him staring into his happily wet face as he licked every bit of wetness from the crevices of his mouth.
Without words, I shot to the floor on my knees ready to give it to him the exact way he had just given it to me. Once I had his big ass dick in my mouth, it was over. Gradually, my lips slid up and down on his shit like it was in love with every bit of him. I cuffed his balls in my hand and sucked a secure vacuum around his shit listening as he moaned out in elation. He sat up grabbing the back of my head getting into the groove.
“No hands baby. Go all the way down on that shit. Yeah, swallow that dick just like that,” he moaned as I did as I was instructed. “Yeah, mmm, just like that.”
My pussy pulsated more as Jodeci encouraged our playful acts singing to us about Freakin’ You. He was loving how I French kissed his dick too. All I could think about was making sure this nigga got all that he was hoping to get and more. Shit he made me feel so good that all I wanted to do was please him. My head bobbed tirelessly for dear life when he yanked it back abruptly.
“You trying to make me cum or something?” He asked while all I did was smile.
Myking stood taking one of my hands in his to help me to my feet before wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His dick flapped up against my torso as I looked up into his eyes wondering what he was on. I looked down for one minute and found myself hoisted up in the air with my legs wrapped around his waist. He smiled at me as he slipped his dick inside of me pressing my back close to him so he could wrap his lips around my tits, one after the other.
Gripping my ass, he pulled me on and off of him like it was nothing. Patiently, I awaited the moment he would slam me down onto his dick forcing me to scream out in pain unable to escape. The pain would undoubtedly be like nothing I had ever felt before. Not even Jeremiah’s paddling could top what I was about to endure. Shutting my eyes and praying for him to cum soon was all I could do. Minutes passed as Myking continued to ease me on and off of him slowly, allowing his dick to fill every bit of me.
“You like that shit?” He asked.
“Mmhmm,” I grimaced and nodded in response.
The further he brought me out from his dick the closer he brought me into him. For a moment, I thought I was swinging on a swing. It was not enough for him to eat my pussy like some kind of God but now he had to fuck me like one too? I couldn’t explain the feeling I had, the trembling, the ocean waves of orgasms, the way he made my body shake, the unexplained aura that excited me being in his arms. None of it was something that I had ever experienced before and for him to fuck my pussy so delicately and still make it gush out a sea of cum was unimaginable.
Myking wrapped his arms tightly around my body, working his pelvis as I bounced on top of him. It was then that I realized he was deep inside of me and it wasn’t even hurting. This man was fucking me so good that all I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. His breath mingled with mine as our heavy panting filled the room.
It seemed to go on for hours. He held me, suspended on his waist fucking the shit out of my pussy and it seemed never ending. Just as he gripped and smacked my ass cheeks, his head lay gently on my shoulder. I knew what was about to happen and it was at that moment that I realized, I was about to cum too.
“Shit,” he exclaimed holding me still on his dick as sweat dripped from his forehead. “Fuck.”
Standing there for a few minutes to regain his composure after a few deep breaths, he laid me down gently on the bed climbing next to me. Myking placed his head on my stomach as my eyes quickly fixated on the white mosaic light fixture on the ceiling. My hands inadvertently rubbed the sweat from his dreads, pulling them back behind his face as I felt his hand rub my puss
y from front to back, forcing her to purr again.
“Myking, we didn’t—“
“I know. My bad. I guess I was just caught all in the moment that I forgot to use a condom,” he puffed. “I take care of all my kids though. Believe that.”
“Huh? But, you don’t have no kids.”
“I know. I’m just letting you know, you ain’t never gotta worry about no shit like that,” he said as we laughed together.
I didn’t have the heart to remind him of all the talks we had about my losing the babies in the previous pregnancies. But as he sighed heavily, squeezing my torso tightly close to his face, I figured right then that he remembered. I closed my eyes feeling a sense of calm and tiredness coming over me. I wanted to fall asleep right there up under him. I felt safe. Nothing was that safe and yet I felt like no harm could come to me while I was with him.
“So, I wonder if that nigga knows that he’s being replaced.” Myking sucked his teeth make a sharp noise that bolted my eyes back up in shock towards the ceiling.
Chapter 13
Meanwhile, across town…
Sunset
What’s real is that nothing bitch-made could ever keep a good woman down. That was real. My face was healing nicely and even better, I hadn’t spoken to or even missed Jeremiah since the fight with Bianca. After the fight that night, he came over talking that garbage about how Bianca and I needed to get along for the sake of the family.
Family? Nigga what? He had me fucked up if he thought I was about to just welcome this bitch into some shit that had nothing to do with her. I guess it took for me to get my ass kicked for him for me to realize that I was so done with him that I needed a new word for done.
Fuck calling him. Yeah, I missed him but that too shall pass. Fuck fucking him. Shit my pussy was thirsty as hell but a real chick knew how to handle that business. Besides, was nothing to have someone lined up waiting to taste this good, good. The kids were finally asleep taking naps, giving me some time to myself.