I placed kisses all over her toned stomach and then tongued her down. I stood up and threw her over the desk. "You gon’ start obeying me?" I asked, smacking my hard dick against her pussy.
"Oooh yes! I will! Just put it in papi!" I did as she asked and plunged into her.
It felt so good that I felt it down in my toes. She was wet as hell, and I grabbed her plump ass cheeks to lift and separate them for more access.
"Uughhhhhh!" she yelped as she came hard, coating my dick.
I smacked her ass and grabbed her hair as I beat her pussy up. She tried to run, but I gripped her hair tighter, pounding into her. She sounded like she was speaking in tongues.
"Uhhhgggggaaahhhhh!" she came again, and it was now dripping down her legs. She started throwing it back, and I felt my nut rising.
"Ahhhh damn Jess!"
The wetness of her pussy and the sight of her ass jiggling made me nut so hard that I moaned a pitch higher than I wanted to. I bent down and lifted her up by her hair.
"Damn I love you girl!"
"I love you too papi! And I'm gon’ make sure I do what you tell me," she moaned.
I slid out of her and bent down to give her pussy a kiss.
"That's what I want to hear." I turned her around and tongued her down. I loved my bitch; when she acted like my bitch.
Chapter Eight: Kayden
I was finally leaving the hospital and Christy was here with me. Kendrick told me he killed Trenton and it was bittersweet. Bitter ‘cause I wanted in on killing his ass, and sweet ‘cause he deserved to die. I was dressed and ready to go when Christy came in my hospital room. She was the baddest girl I'd ever laid eyes on. Full lips, long brown hair with blonde highlights, and a perfect body. I see why Trenton was trying to kill niggas, but oh well.
"You need some help?" she asked as she walked closer to me and kissed my lips.
"Nah I'm good." She turned away to pick up my bag, but I grabbed her. "Give me another one of those." She smiled and kissed me.
We got in her mother’s car and headed to my house. "I need to get you your own car," I said as she drove.
"Why? This one is fine."
"Yeah but it's your mother’s, you need your own." She smirked and shook her head. "I'm hungry as fuck," I said rubbing my empty ass stomach.
"I made you shrimp pasta and garlic bread, it’s in the oven to stay warm," she said, keeping her eyes on the road. I smiled thinking how lucky I was.
We arrived to my crib and I walked slowly to the front door. I declined the wheelchair even though my doctor said I should take it. Fuck that. I sat on the couch, propped my leg up, and Christy brought me my plate. When she walked away to get me something to drink, I watched her ass. My dick was like a rock. All I heard in my head was that car commercial "Ohhhhh like a rock!" in my head. After we ate, she gave me a massage.
"Turn over," she asked, and I did as she asked.
She removed my dick and began sucking the tip of it.
"Damn babe," I moaned out.
She took all of me into her mouth and began sloppily going up and down my shaft. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. I heard her slurping and a little gagging, and that shit turned me on. She kept producing more saliva and a nigga was about to bust.
"Fuck Christy! Suck your dick just like that!" I guess what I said gave her ammo, ‘cause she started really going to work.
I was moaning so loud I was embarrassed, but I didn't give a fuck, this head was too good. So good I wanted to pay her ass after. She licked my balls and then went 100mph on my dick. I came so hard I thought there was nothing left in my body. She swallowed that shit and then went to brush her teeth. I laid there staring at the ceiling, out of breath. I was going ring shopping tomorrow!
Chapter Eight: Morgan Garrett
I was getting dressed to leave. I had moved in with Kendreeis at his request, and it was perfect. I felt like he needed me and that made me happy, ‘cause I needed him too. So far he had proven that I was his number one, and it felt good to finally have that, especially ‘cause he was my everything.
I was going somewhere important today. I had on jeans, sandals, and a spaghetti-strapped top. Nothing special. My hair was down my back, and I had on clear lip gloss. I walked past Kendreeis watching TV.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"I'm going shopping....”
He sat up and smiled. He was gorgeous. "You want some money?" he asked me.
"I mean since you offered."
We both chuckled and I kissed his lips. "Mmmm. One more," he moaned with his eyes closed. "Use this ma," he said, and handed me a card with my name on it. I had forgotten he said he opened us a joint account. I smiled, kissed him again, and headed out the door.
***
I drove my Porsche to this little cafe in the city. When I walked in, I saw his stupid face. Yes, it was Brandon. Why did I come to see him? Only to hear what his reasoning was for leading me on knowing he had a wife.
"Hello beautiful," he said as he stood up and pulled my chair out.
"Hi," I said dryly. I sat down and ordered iced tea from the waitress.
"How you been, Morgan? It's been months," he asked, smiling.
"I've been great. Why did you ask me to meet you?"
He put his drink down. "I wanted to apologize. When I met you, I just wanted a fling." I laughed out of anger. "Let me finish. But once we got to talking and stuff, I realized I actually liked you. Before I could even figure out what to do with my feelings, you had stopped by my house, and when I returned home, my wife told me your name and I knew it was done. I was a coward and too scared to approach you," he pleaded.
"Yeah, you really are if you're in your 30's scared to approach a then 17 year old!" I spat.
"I know. But my wife and I have separated and now that you're 18, I was thinking we could give this another try?"
"Brandon, it's too late for that," I scowled.
"How?! I said I was sorry, Morgan." He reached for my hand.
"You can shove that sorry up your ass, nigga. Morgan get yo lying ass up!" I turned around to see Kendreeis, and I almost shit on myself. I got up like he asked. "Go get in your car, we leaving!" He yelled.
"Kendreeis, calm down it's not what you thi–"
"Go right now Morgan, before I do something I regret!" He cut me off, not bothering to look at me but slightly over his shoulder.
Brandon stood up. "Aye man don't yell at her," he said, trying to defend me.
"Nigga sit your old corny ass down before I make a fucking scene!" Kendreeis yelled, getting in his face.
I prayed Brandon sat down and he did. "Delete her fucking number before I fill your bitch ass up with bullets!" he yelled, and I saw Brandon scrolling to hurry and do as he was told. His ass was too scared of a nigga half his damn age. Smh. Kendreeis tipped his plate in his lap and grabbed my hand. We stormed to the car hand in hand.
We got home and I was scared to get out my car.
"Bring yo ass!!" he yelled from the front door.
I got out and walked as slow as possible. I walked in and closed the door behind me. He was standing in front of the couch scowling. He had on fresh ass jeans and a hoodie, and the hood was on his head hiding his dreads from his beautiful, mad face.
"Say what the fuck you got to say!" he yelled, folding his arms.
"That was the guy that uh...uhm I was dating when we first me....met…and–" I stuttered.
I was praying he didn't smack my ass. Kendreeis never hit me besides that one incident at Nic's birthday, but I'd never seen him this livid at me.
"So why the fuck you out with him?! Y'all rekindling some shit?!" he frowned.
"No Kendreeis! No, he wanted to talk to me and so I went to meet up with him and–"
He plopped down on the couch, and I went and sat next to him. I reached for his hand, but he pulled away.
"Why you lie Morgan?" he said, looking at the floor.
"’Cause I knew you wouldn't let me go
!"
"You damn fucking right! What you need to see him for?! You my bitch!" he yelled, hitting his chest. "Yet you out on dates and shit with some other nigga!"
"I just wanted to hear why he lied, Dreeis!" He shook his head at my response.
"I'm out!" He got up and I stood up simultaneously.
"Where you going?!" I frowned.
He ignored me and left. He didn't come home that night either.
***
It had been a week and Kendreeis still hadn't come home. I called and texted him, and he never answered, called back, or texted back. I was crying like a little ass baby every night he didn't come home. I had been throwing up the past week and sick as hell. Brandon's dumb ass called me, but I was too scared to answer. I didn't want Kendreeis to find out I talked to his ass after our incident; plus, there was nothing for us to talk about.
Nic suggested I take a pregnancy test and I did. I was waiting on the results and eating Oreos. I just knew I wasn't pregnant ‘cause I had some spotting this month. After five minutes, I read the stick and I was pregnant. I burst into tears, because I didn't even know if Kendreeis and I were together still. He hadn't said shit to me in a week.
I decided to get dressed and go see his ass. I knew he was most likely handling business at Kendrick's or King Brothers, but Nic would've told me if he was at the former. I put on some tight skinny jeans, a crop top that flared out, and some red bottom boots Kendreeis got me for my birthday. I left my hair down in that messy Victoria Secret Model look and headed to King Brothers. He had me fucked up.
Chapter Eight: Kendreeis King
I had been ignoring Morgan's ass for a week. I loved her ass so much, and when she lied to me it pissed me off. I never trusted a chick, and I trusted her with every inch of me, so when she lied it made me rethink everything I loved about her. I still was deep in love with her lying ass unfortunately. It was a couple times I almost succumbed to her sad ass voicemails begging me to call her. I didn't like hearing her cry, but she fucked me over and I was pissed.
I had been staying at my parents’ house in one of the guest rooms. They was getting on my nerves, telling me to go home and work it out. I was at KB's chilling in the personal lounge area with Jules, Ricky, Maurice and some of the strippers that worked there. One of them named Candace walked over to me, and I rolled my eyes. She was a sexy Italian and black chick. I fucked a couple times here and there, but I barely even liked having simple conversation with her. Every time I fucked I was high as hell, so I really didn't have to hear her bumping her annoying ass gums. She was trying too hard to be my main bitch. Trying to say everything she thought I wanted to hear. I took her ass on a fake drug run with me once to test her fraud ass, and she was scared as fuck. I chuckled at the thought.
"Hey Dreeis," she smiled seductively.
"Sup Candace," I replied, sipping my Hennessy.
"You look so good tonight, I was wondering if we could chill alone?" she said, and reached to caress my dreads. Just my luck, as she touched them my baby walked in and stormed right back out.
"Fuck!" I yelled, slapping Candace's hand away.
I hopped up and Candace grabbed me "She not worth it, boo."
"Fuck off me hoe!" I yelled, snatching my arm as I ran after Morgan.
I went out back and saw her power walking to her car. "Morgan!" I yelled after her.
She kept walking, and I saw a nigga grab her arm in attempt to get at her and that shit irritated me. She snatched her arm from him and kept walking with her sexy ass. I was still calling her name, and when I walked past the dude that was trying to holla, he gon’ say "I already tried, man," and shook his head.
"Nigga that's already mine!" I shot back, and kept walking. I shook my head at his dumb ass.
I ran and finally caught her. I grabbed her by the waist and carried her back into KB's into one of the private rooms. She struggled to get free, but it was to no avail. I locked the door, and she slapped the shit out of me when I put her down.
"Fuck you nigga! You been ignoring me all week so you can be hugged up with some hoe?! Unlock this fucking door!" she yelled, pulling on the knob.
I grabbed her ass off the door and sat her down. "Ain't nobody was hugged up with no hoe! Calm your ass down!" I spat.
"Where the fuck you been this whole time?!"
"I been sleeping at my parents’ house, Morgan. Unlike you, I don't hang out with bitches alone while in a relationship." She hopped up and pushed me.
"I told you I just wanted to know why he played me! You don't know what it's like, Kendreeis! This was the second fucking time I ended up being some shit on the side! I wanted to know why! Maybe it was me!" she yelled through tears.
I felt bad. She was really hurt, and I didn't want her thinking that she wasn't worth being number one, especially ‘cause she was number one to me. "I know baby. It's just I love you so much and when I saw you with him, I felt played. And like I had invested so much in a girl that would do me like that. Some shit I never swore I would do. But listen. The niggas that did you like that were stupid and immature. You don't need to figure out why they did what they did. I've had my share of women, and trust me Morgan, you're perfect. They didn't work out because you were made for me."
Tears were streaming her pretty face. I kissed her lips. "I'm so tired of crying," she said.
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry babe. You forgive me for dipping on you?" I said, kneeling down in front of her on the couch.
"Well I'm gonna have to."
"Why, ‘cause you love me?" I said, smirking.
"Obviously and because..." she said, rubbing her toned stomach.
"You carrying my baby?!" I asked in a low tone, looking up in her face. She shook her head yes. "I love you so much Morgan," I said, kissing all over her exposed stomach.
She grabbed my face in her small hands and kissed me. "I love that you can make me feel better. I was miserable this past week and you, in a matter of five minutes, made me feel one hundred. I love you, Kendreeis King."
"I love you too baby." I tongued her down for a bit, then brought her upstairs. I purposely brought her in the lounge I was in with Jules, Maurice, Ricky, and the strippers. "We having a baby y'all!" I said.
"Congrats pimp!" Jules beamed. Maurice and Ricky dapped me up smiling.
Morgan smiled and I wrapped her small sexy body in my arms to kiss her. Candace’s thirsty ass never looked so disappointed. I wanted that bitch and anyone else to know that Morgan and I were the real deal. Wasn't gon’ be no side bitches or quick fucks with Dreeis.
***
We arrived home and I carried her upstairs and undressed her. It'd been a week since I felt her and I needed it. Morgan had that dope pussy, and a nigga was having withdrawals. Once we were ass naked in the bed, I planted kisses on her beautiful toned tummy and thought about how I couldn't wait to see my baby growing in her. I planted kisses until I reached her love box. The heat coming from it made my dick hard. I pushed her legs back and went to work licking and sucking the life out that shit. I licked from her ass to her clit, and dipped my tongue in her opening as far as it would go.
"Uhhhhhhh baby. What you doing to me?"
She came and I kept attacking, causing her to try and pull away, but I had her bottom half in a head lock. Her moans became high pitch as she came hard as hell again. I kissed her inner thighs, and then the tattoo of my name right by her pussy. I laid on my back and she slid down on my dick. The sight of her pretty face, perky titties bouncing, her flat stomach, and my name tatted had me ready to bust already. She rode me like she was on payroll for that shit.
"Damn ma," I moaned. She was so wet that my toes were close to curling.
"Ahhh daddy I'm about to cum!" she cried out.
"Cum on it baby."
Before I could finish my sentence, she released all over my dick. She starting riding me slow and I couldn't take it anymore. I released inside her, and just as I suspected my toes curled up like I was having a seizure o
r some shit. She collapsed on top of me and we kissed for a bit.
"I can't wait to meet our baby."
"Me neither," she smiled.
I flipped her over and wore her ass out again.
Chapter Eight: Danielle
Tia and I started hanging tough with Gina, Paris, and July. They were older and seemed to know all the boss niggas in Baltimore. Nic was lucky, she snagged a boss nigga and got to spend his money. I didn't understand why she was still going to college. Dumb bitch.
I was 17 now and had a fake ID so that I could really be where I needed to be to catch the right nigga. Tia and I went to visit Gina, Paris, and July at work at King Brothers club. We were all sitting at a table waiting for the chicken and fries we ordered. Strip clubs always had the best chicken and fries.
"Girl let me tell y'all!" Paris screeched.
We all turned our attention towards her. "I fucked Kendrick last night, and he had me cumming so hard on that big ass dick!" she said, smiling and laughing.
My pussy throbbed at just the thought of him filling me up like that. "Kendrick King?!" I asked to be sure.
"Yes boo! Who else!?"
I smiled at Tia, because I told her weeks ago that Kendrick wasn't gon’ be faithful and that she had a chance. She smiled back, obviously reading my mind.
"Here come that young hoe he supposedly loves," Gina spat.
"Well we know where his heart really is. Same place his dick was last night!" We laughed in unison at Paris' comment.
I turned to see Nic walking in holding Kendrick Jr. She was always so beautiful. She had on distressed jean shorts that showed off her toned thighs, black stilettos–the kind with one strap around the ankle and one across the toes, and a white long-sleeved sheer button-up that she left open right under her perky breasts, showing her stomach that couldn't have possibly had a baby in. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she had on a choker.
As she walked by, Paris said, "Kendrick has the best dick!" and laughed and high fived July.
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