My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “You ain’t controlling shit,” I let her know, as I stood to remove my t-shirt and shoes.

  Getting down onto my knees, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and rested her thighs on my shoulders, before flicking my tongue over her clit. I then latched my mouth around it, and devoured her like I’d been fantasizing about since I’d met her.

  “Chaz,” she whispered, massaging my hair as I buried my face further between her legs.

  Her moans became high pitched as I lifted her left leg off of my shoulder a bit so I could really get in her pussy. The smell, the fucking taste, was just like I knew it would be. I got so lost in feasting on her center that I didn’t realize she was begging me to stop because her body had become so weak.

  When I stood up to remove my jeans, she pulled her trembling legs into her chest and watched me. She looked so fucking beautiful without any makeup on, letting her blemish free mocha complexion really show. I didn’t care what anybody else thought, this was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and I’d seen a lot.

  “Get down on the floor,” I told her before sitting on the edge of the bed.

  She climbed down and stared at me as I stroked my already rock hard dick. I felt like I’d been hard as fuck since I saw her back at the El Rey Theatre. And after all the times I’d faked a nut with Jade just to jack off in the shower at thoughts of Erynne, I hoped the fact that it was really happening now, didn’t make me bust quick.

  “Ahh fuck,” I spoke lowly as soon as her full lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

  As she bobbed up and down, I caressed her smooth back before unhooking her bra. Watching her suck me up while ass naked was all I needed for the night. Shit, she could send me home right now and I’d be good. Pussy would probably fuck my life up anyway.

  “Shit, slow up,” I told her, feeling my nut rise.

  I gripped her soft hair tightly, and guided her at the speed I wanted, until I uncontrollably spilled my seeds into her mouth. She swallowed I guess because when I looked down at her breathing heavily, she was licking her lips.

  “You’re still hard,” she stared at my dick with confusion.

  “I’m never done after the first nut. Lay down.”

  She climbed onto the bed, and I couldn’t help but to grab and spank her ass one time, before roughly turning her onto her back. I put on the condom that I’d placed on the dresser, and then positioned myself between her legs.

  “You can’t go back home tonight,” she muttered, holding onto my biceps.

  “I’m not.”

  I placed myself at her slippery opening, and after some resistance, I put her legs over my arms, then pushed in with all my might. She gasped and whimpered with every inch I shoved into her, and once I was all the way inside, I let out a deep moan against her soft neck. Her cries were soft and shaken, as her nails dug into my back. I moved slowly at first, sucking her lips and groping her breasts.

  “You okay?” I quizzed and she nodded just before I crushed my lips against hers.

  When I felt her body tremble from releasing, and her pussy become more accepting, I leaned up to grip the headboard and began slamming into her.

  “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!” she called out as I beat her pussy out the frame.

  She was wet as hell but choking my dick like a muthafucka. Quickly sliding out, I placed her on her stomach, and then slid into her from behind. Pinning her hands to the bed, I pounded into her forcefully, making her cry out loudly enough for the whole city to hear. All you heard was her moans, wet pussy, and sweaty skin coming together; music to my damn ears. Seeing her smooth round ass bouncing sent me over the edge, so after ramming my dick into her a couple more times, I came hard as fuck.

  “Oh shit,” I panted, kissing down her drenched back as she trembled lightly. “I nutted so fucking much,” I chuckled. That was from all them damn fantasies I’d had of her sexy ass.

  I got up to go dispose of the condom, and then cleaned my dick off. I found another towel in her cabinet, so I wet it with warm water and soap before bringing it to her. She was limp, so I decided to just clean her myself, before going back to the bathroom to wash my hands.

  When I returned, I sat on the edge of the bed and just stared at the wall, thinking. I thought after I fucked Erynne I would feel like it wasn’t worth it, but that wasn’t the case at all. It was good, too fucking good, and I knew I’d only made things worse for myself.

  “Hey,” Erynne whispered, touching my back with her small hands.

  I looked over my shoulder to see her half smiling, looking worn out but beautiful nonetheless. I laid down, pulling the sheet over us, and then brought her into me so we could kiss. Before I knew it, I was hard again and climbing on top of her. She gasped as I entered her, then locked her legs around my waist.

  “I told you I’m not leaving tonight,” I spoke softly against her lips before kissing them.

  Jade

  The next morning…

  I woke up with a horrible headache, from the three free cocktails Benny brought me and the girls last night at the show. Pulling my sleeping mask up, I looked over to see Chaz’s side of the bed was empty. I didn’t smell his scent, so I knew he was never there.

  Abruptly sitting up, I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose because my head pain had no plans of subsiding. I grabbed the Advil sitting on my nightstand next to the bed, and then took it down with my bottle of water.

  “Fucking Chaz,” I grumbled, snatching my iPhone up and seeing he hadn’t texted or called me once.

  Pressing his name in my recent calls, I climbed out of the bed as the line trilled. It only rang twice before it paused and I got sent to his voicemail, so I knew he’d hit ignore. I called him again and the same thing happened, so I just gave up because I couldn’t be late for work. I didn’t know why I drank so much and decided to fight, knowing I had to be at work in the morning. My jaw was sore as hell so I guess that hoe got me in it. I didn’t even feel anything last night.

  I went to the bathroom to brush, floss, and rinse, then hopped into the shower to wash my face and body. When I got out, I rubbed myself down in my body butter, and then put on a tan dress that stopped at my knees, with the matching blazer and tan pumps. I let my hair down out of the silk scarf, and brushed through it, before putting on some light makeup and lipstick.

  As I sprayed on my perfume, I heard the front door. Stepping out into the hallway, I saw Chaz walk his tall ass in wearing sweats and a hoodie, with socks and slides. I think it was impossible for him to not look fine, no matter what he wore.

  “You look nice,” he said dryly, setting a plastic bag on the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. He sat on the couch, and then fell back against it before turning the TV on. He then reached into another plastic bag to pull out some flavored water, before taking a sip.

  “I look nice? That’s all you have to say?” I folded my arms and stood by the coffee table. He ignored me and kept his attention focused on some sports center like show. “Chaz!”

  “Be happy I don’t have shit else to say to you! You showed yo’ ass at my fucking show like it’s not my damn job, Jade! So yeah, all I have to say is what the fuck I said! Now please, get the fuck up outta my face before I do or say some shit that you’ll hate me for.”

  “Why didn’t you come home?” I sniffled, throwing my head back so the tears wouldn’t come down and ruin my makeup.

  “Jade.”

  “I’m your wife, Chaz! You cannot just be out all night and not tell me why!”

  He shot up off the couch, and out of fear I stumbled back, falling out of one of my shoes. He moved closer to me with his handsome face balled up, and his hood slowly sliding off to reveal his luminous tapered curly hair.

  “Were you my wife when you decided to sneak out at night thinking you could beat me home from the studio? Were you my fucking wife when you ran off and got my kid snatched out of you? Were you my muthafucking wife when I was working and needed your support that you couldn’
t give!” he roared loudly over the living room, scaring the shit out of me.

  How did he know about my abortion?

  “Chaz!” I cried in fear as he cleared the bookshelf, before walking closer to me until I hit the wall.

  “You ain’t been my damn wife for almost a fucking year, so don’t ever try to get in my ass about some shit I’ve done! When you get ya shit together and start acting like the bitch I married, and not some lying scheming ass hoe, then, and I mean only then, can you question me about my moves. I didn’t come home last night because I didn’t fucking feel like it.”

  I inhaled the scent of his cologne, and the minty smell of his breath. I was too afraid to say anything else. Chaz rarely lashed out, but when he did it meant he was angry as hell. He wasn’t the same person when he was mad, almost like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It was scary to say the least.

  After staring down in my face for a little longer with his strong jaw clenched tightly, he swiftly moved past me and went into the guest bedroom, slamming the door so hard I jumped.

  Suddenly feeling bold, I went into the guest room to see him sitting on the bed with one leg hanging off while watching TV. His hood was pulled back over his head, and he just stared blankly at the television.

  “Did you go to her? Is that where you were? Did you fuck her!” I turned the TV off.

  “And what if I did? Fuck you gon’ do huh? Leave me?”

  Shaking my head at him, I turned around, and as soon as I closed the door behind myself, he cut the TV right back on. I just grabbed my purse and left out to go to work.

  ***

  Around 6:22 in the evening…

  I’d just gotten off of work, and felt sick to my stomach at thought of Chaz lying up with that ugly bitch. It’s funny because what made a lot of this worse was that she wasn’t ugly at all. She was beautiful, almost exotic looking and nothing like me. I mean I was gorgeous too, but I wished she were more basic.

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  I jumped and turned to my left to see Adrian knocking on my window to get my attention. Rolling my eyes, I cranked my car and let the window down.

  “What, Adrian?”

  “You alright? You were looking hella sad all day at work and you didn’t even go to lunch. You wanna talk?”

  “I’ll follow you home.”

  I followed Adrian home, listening to my Tamia CD the whole way. I was angry and sad, basically filled with way too many emotions, and needed to go home. But oh well, I wasn’t. I parked a little ways down from Adrian’s spot in Cerritos, and then we both went inside to have some wine.

  “So talk to me, baby.” Adrian touched my thigh gently, making me smile.

  “I think Chaz is cheating on me. I mean, I knew he talked to that girl because I kind of had proof, but then he admitted it to me. And last night at his show, I jumped on her and we fought. She said some crazy shit to me, and Chaz got mad at me, then took me home and left.”

  “So this nigga spent the night with her?”

  I refilled my wine glass, took a sip, and then said, “Yeah, I think so. He didn’t exactly say. And when I asked if he fucked her, he kind of just said if he did I wouldn’t do anything about it.”

  “And you’re just gonna take that? This nigga does not care about you from what you’ve told me, Jade. And I can’t help but feel like I know you better than him.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Adrian, I’m married. I cannot just divorce him. And how do I know if I wanna be divorced? Some days I’m happy that I haven’t seen or talked to him yet, and others I crave his attention.”

  “Only lately because you know he’s possibly giving it to someone else. When I met you, you were unhappy and dealing with some shit. What has changed about this nigga to make you wanna possibly stay?”

  “Her,” I started to cry. “Chaz has always been faithful to me. And I guess I found comfort in the fact that he would never do me wrong. But now, I don’t know, I guess—”

  “You want him because someone else does. And you’re jealous that some hoe has his attention.”

  I nodded and then sighed as I fell back against the couch. I massaged my temples because my headache had been nonstop all day.

  “I need to lie down. Is it okay?” I rose to my feet and removed my heels and blazer. Adrian’s eyes scanned me from head to toe, admiring everything in view.

  “Yeah, go ahead.”

  I stumbled to the back, having had way too much wine. I possibly hadn’t even come down from the drinks I’d had last night at Chaz’s show.

  As soon as I got into Adrian’s spacious bedroom, I peeled off my dress, and then climbed under the covers. The lights were dim, easing the tension in my head, and the pillows were so nice and plump. Before I knew it, I’d dozed off…

  Not even an hour later…

  “Mmm,” I mumbled, wiping my eyes.

  I looked down to see Adrian pulling down my panties and smiling up at me. I moaned loudly at the feeling of what I knew was about to be the best head ever. I could always count on Adrian to make me cum hard, and as many times as I wanted to. Could you blame me for somewhat cheating? I was stressed and Adrian helped relieve that, while assisting me in dealing with my issues.

  “Oh fuck,” I cried, humping the fuck out of Adrian’s face until I came.

  “I wanna make you cum another way, Jade.”

  “Adrian, I can’t—”

  “Please. He fucked around on you, I know you can feel that he did. Think of this shit right here as payback.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, and then gasped once Adrian was inside of me.

  It felt so good, better than I thought it would, which was a problem. We kissed heavily and hungrily as we made love, until I came more times than my body could take.

  “I love you, Jade. So damn much.”

  “I, umm, I have to get home.”

  I pushed Adrian off of me, hopped from the bed, and then grabbed up my panties and dress to put on.

  “Jade! Jade!”

  Rushing to the living room, I picked up and put on my shoes while staring at the cable box to see the time. It was 8:30pm and I wanted to leave and cook dinner for Chaz so we could hopefully make up. I didn’t know what I was thinking, doing what I just did tonight. I hated to use Adrian like this, but I was married and I wasn’t ready. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be.

  I put the pedal to the metal until I made it home, and when I got inside my apartment, I was surprised to see Chaz on the couch watching TV.

  “I’m gonna make steaks tonight, is that okay?” I removed the thawing steaks from under the water I’d placed them in this morning.

  “Sounds good, babe.”

  “You know, baby, I really did miscarry. I didn’t have an abortion.”

  He didn’t say anything in response, nor did he look at me, but that was better than what he gave me this morning.

  Kordell

  I was finally able to get in contact with my father. Ever since I’d gotten arrested that nigga had been MIA. I’d dropped by the house even, but his security wouldn’t let me by even after I pulled a gun out on one. I was outnumbered so it was the only reason I didn’t pull the trigger. I wasn’t about to die or get a life sentence for my weak ass pops. I had too much shit going on. I had a girl, a son coming, my baby Melody, and then my career. I could no longer focus on all the bullshit my father tried to bring my way. However, that nigga was gonna pay me the money he promised me.

  “Hi, baby, would you like something to eat?” my mother smiled as I walked past the kitchen. I ignored her ass.

  I usually tried to give my mom the benefit of the doubt but she’d pissed me off too. All she gave a fuck about was Mischief, so if Chaz or I needed some shit, she acted like it didn’t matter.

  She lives up in this damn house, but wouldn’t tell them damn guards to let me in, nor would she let me know when my father got home. She wasn’t any better than these weak ass females out here, chasing after an even weaker nigga.

  “Kordell!” she ho
llered after me.

  I kept it pushing until I made it to my father’s office, and just walked straight in; fuck knocking. He was talking to one of his hoe ass flunkies when I entered, but I was about to end that shit right now.

  “Aye, man. Get up outta here so I can talk to this nigga,” I said, sitting down on the brown leather couch.

  “Kordell—”

  “Get this nigga up out of here before a fucking problem arises! I’m on one right now and I swear to God I will shoot his ass!” I barked when my dad tried to take up for this muthafucka.

  “Come back in about an hour, Steven.”

  “Aight,” Steven nodded, with his eyes bucked, looking at me, so I pulled my gun from my waist and removed the safety, speeding his ass up.

  “Kordell, I still had five minutes with him—”

  “Where the fuck is my bread?”

  “Why so hostile, son?”

  “Why am I hostile?” I laughed angrily and looked off to the side for a second. “I’m hostile because you played me! You set me up! And then I had to make a fucking appointment to see you!”

  “I didn’t set you up, Kordell. I’d forgotten that there was some leftover heroin in the duffle bag, and for that I apologize.” He looked at me with that fake sympathetic expression he always gave.

  “Leftover heroin? Fuck kind of kingpin are you? You don’t keep track of the shit going in and out? Muthafuckas have the opportunity to leave shit behind?” I scoffed and laughed. I knew he was bothered by my words because his jaw was clenching.

  “Worry about your music and I will worry about my empire.”

  “Whatever. Just don’t ask me to do shit else for you.” I rose to my feet, ready to bomb on this nigga. “Give me my damn money!”

  Even though I’d gotten a second chance with Static since they loved the show and wanted to meet, I was still fired up. I knew deep down that my father purposely wanted me to miss that first damn show. I bet on my life my aunt Doreen told him how important it was, and he wanted me to fuck it up.