Mesmerized By A Street King

by Belleza

  “Behave yourself,” I told Asahd getting ready to roll my damn self. I ain’t have to worry about nobody fucking with Asahd because his ass was mainly the issue. Now that Nina was here I’m sure he will be gone soon as well. She wasn’t letting him out her sight or in the arms of another woman.

  My house was a short 25-minute drive from the club on I-76. When I pulled up to my spot in my Aston Martin Vanquish, I killed the engine and got out making my way to the garage. I expected Tab to have her truck outside where she always parked it but decided to check and make sure she was actually here before I spazzed.

  Shit has been really weird with her lately, and I convinced myself that I was tripping, but as the days went on, I knew I wasn’t crazy. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Tabitha was up to something. Since getting back in her sisters good gracious she’s been extremely secretive, and I hoped it wasn’t her fucking around because I’ll kill her ass and the nigga she was fucking with.

  Loyalty was everything to me, and I didn’t believe in second chances. Why give someone the opportunity to fuck you over twice? Tabitha and I been together for too long to start some bullshit now. I was 30 years old, married faithfully to a woman for ten years who I’ve been in love with since I was 10 years old, and had three boys. I wouldn’t throw away what we had for anything in the world. When she had my oldest son Jr, I’ve been faithful ever since. I got everything I wanted and needed at home, so there wasn’t no need for me to dibble and dabble with other women.

  I was around bad bitches all fucking day in my line of work, but that didn’t deter me from the bigger picture. I had the woman of my dreams at home. I loved Tabitha with everything in me. She had my heart, and that was worth more than a quick nut with any hoe.

  Which is why I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t happy. Any other woman would love to lock down a nigga like me. I was a black faithful, successful, protector and provider. My main priority was making sure my family was set for life so if the day came that I wasn’t with them my sons could take care of their mother. We went back and forth about my decision business-wise, and I ain’t get it. She was a good chick, but once you’ve upgraded wouldn’t you want more for your man?

  The tension in me subsides when I saw her G-class truck parked next to my BMW. I pressed the button on my fob to shut the garage door as I walked to the door that led me into the house.

  I got a six bedroom four bathroom three story house built from the ground up years ago. It was a beauty and in a peaceful neighborhood not too far from the city. This was my dream, and I was proud as hell to be able to live it compared to the roaches and mice that camped out with us growing up in the projects. Thankfully my boys didn’t have to witness what I went through growing up. Even when she got pregnant with Jr. I moved her into her own one bedroom apartment in a middle-class section of Philadelphia.

  The house was pitch black with no lights. I knew my home like the back of my hand, so I moved effortlessly to the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and got a drink of water from the fridge. Just as I brought the glass to my lips, I heard moaning coming from upstairs. I placed the glass on the table and narrowed my eyes to make sure my ears weren’t deceiving me.

  “Mmmmm… shit….”

  Gripping on the handle of my gun in my back, I pulled it out and cocked the hammer making my way to the third floor where the master bedroom was.

  I know this bitch not crazy, I thought creeping up the stairs. The closer I got to the third floor where the master bedroom was, anger boiled inside of me.

  The door was cracked open, and I pushed it back and aimed my gun only realizing it was Tabitha alone with her legs cocked wide open. What caught me by surprise was that she had a dildo in her hand plunging it in and out of her sopping wet hole.

  She was so into it that she didn’t even realize I was in the room. I put the safety back on my gun and sat it on the dresser. I blocked out the sight of the dildo and focused on my perfect wife. After giving birth to three boys, her natural body was still perfect, well to me. I appreciated the natural dips and curves of a woman body that wasn’t man made even if it came with a roll or stretch mark, there was nothing like the real thing.

  Tabitha had caramel colored skin and was 5’5 with a thick frame. She had a little bit of stomach, but that didn’t take away from her sex appeal.

  Kneeling on the bed, I snatched the dildo out of her hand, threw it across the room and latched my mouth onto her swollen clit. She yelped out in shock but soon relaxed and pushed my head further into her pussy.

  “Ssssss… yes, baby…”

  I eased my finger into her hole, and her legs shuddered. A hum slipped from my mouth as I slithered my tongue through her folds. The way her walls gripped my fingers had me eager to feel her all over my dick. I was going to at least make sure she got one off before I got mine.

  The more I moved my finger in and out of her, her legs trembled, and she gripped my head tighter. Her moans turned into whimpers, and she then tried to push me away, but I locked my arms around her thighs and brought her closer until her sweetness coated my goatee.

  I kissed her clit a few times allowing her to climb down from her high and then I stood up on my feet and unbuckled my belt, drug my pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. Tabitha pinched her erect nipple between her fingers and played with her glistening pussy with her other hand watching me strip out of my clothes. Once I was naked, I grabbed her by her ankles and slid her to the end of the bed where I stood. The bed was high off the ground giving me the perfect angle to enter her. My dick was hard as a missile.

  Rubbing my tip on her pearl, she arched her back and tried to push down on my length as I continued to tease her.

  “Stop, Jooooooo,” she whined everytime I teased the tip by pushing it right at her hole and then moving it up and tapping it on her clit.

  “This what you wanted right?” I asked her finally giving in and easing my way into her warm, gushy goodness.

  He body shook. She let out a howl as I rocked in and out of her body and I sunk my teeth into my lips as my head fell back.

  I wouldn’t give this shit up for anything.

  I clasped my hands around her hips and brought her lower body towards me with every stroke. Her juices covered my pelvis, and she was screaming to the top of her lungs. Every time I felt myself about to bust, I switch positions throwing her around and letting her orgasm a few times before I was done for the count and collapsed on the bed.

  ***

  “Baby, do you really have to go.”

  I heard Tabitha’s sweet voice, before I seen her. She stepped inside of the bathroom and ran her delicate hands over my bare chiseled chest placing teasing kisses on my back.

  I placed my toothbrush under the running water, and then rinsed my mouth out. Tabitha passed me my face towel, and I dried my mouth off staring at the fake pout on her face resembling a five-year-old child.

  When I got up out of bed to get ready, she was fast asleep from our long sex session. I should’ve known she was going to be up sooner or later. Let her tell it, she couldn't sleep without me, so the moment I left her side, she was up searching for me.

  She slipped on her silk robe that covered her naked body and her hair cascaded down her shoulders.

  “You know, I gotta go, Tab. There’s no way I can miss out on this deal.”

  She sighed and just like that her playful expression vanished and she shook her head crossing her hands underneath her breast. I turned to face her to give her my undivided attention although we had this conversation numerous times already. As little and sweet as she can be Tabitha blew up like a volcano when she didn’t approve of something. Our disagreements were far and few, but this was the main topic if we had one, my career.

  “What exactly are you going to be missing out on, Johan?” her saying my name was a sure sign of her annoyance. She was the only person that called me by a nickname, which was Jo. Let her be pissed, and I was Johan.

  “New opportun
ities. More money—”

  “More money,” she cut me off. “You have more than enough money working with your brothers. Since Uncle Ern gave it to y’all, YOU are the one that took it to the next level.” She shook her head again. “I don’t think it’s right that you just walk away from everything you worked so hard for to let who take over?”

  “My brothers.”

  “I have a little faith in Zayne, but let’s be real, the only thing Asahd can lead is a pack of fucking wolves.”

  I eyed her, and she dropped her hands from her chest. She knew that was one thing I will fight tooth and nail about; my brothers. Good or bad, there was nothing no one can tell me about them. Shit, I practically raised them little niggas, so I knew exactly what I was doing leaving everything to them.

  Granted, Asahd was the baby, and he was wild as hell, but I had trust in him that he would do right. He’s been good for this long, and I’ve been tiptoeing with everything that came to the drug business giving him and Zayne damn near full reign.

  “Don’t speak on nothing, you don’t know shit about, Tab. I told you to focus on this,” I told her pointing to myself and then her. She held my hand in hers and then brought it up to her lips instantly softening my demeanor staring up at me with her beautiful doe shaped eyes. Leave it to my wife to know how to get me hot but bring me back down again.

  “That’s exactly what I am doing, baby.”

  My dick bricked up, and almost immediately my anger went away. I was getting tired of talking about her not wanting me to leave the game and then bringing my brothers into it. I wasn’t with that shit.

  “Speaking of which.” I placed my hands on her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the double sink vanity. Next to where she sat was that thing she had last night. “What the fuck is this?” I gave it a pointed gaze, and she looked at the side of her where it sat. It was black, skinny and about six inches. I was six inches when I was fucking soft.

  “A woman’s got needs ya know,” she blushed rolling her eyes.

  I lifted my eyebrows. “Oh yeah? So what the hell does that do for you? You making me compete with a toy now…” I looked back down at it with disgust. “What can that possibly do?”

  “Hold me over until you get back home,” she said wrapping her arms around my neck and trying to plant a kiss on my lips which I gave her and then threw the toy in the trash.

  “Hey! I paid good money for that!” she yelped.

  I licked my fingers and rubbed it over her clit, and she opened up her legs wider inviting me in. I leaned her back and lifted one of her legs in the crook of my arms exposing her lower lips. “You don’t need that shit, Tab. Not, when you got the real shit.”

  KEIRA “KEKE” PERRY

  “Where you going?”

  I stepped into my jeans and pulled them up my legs and over my hips. I then flicked my wrist checking the time on my Apple watch. It was a quarter to 7 am, the time Zayne would damn near push me out the door to go get his child ready for school.

  “I’m leaving before I get kicked out,” I responded dryly.

  Zayne expelled a heavy sigh and shifted out of bed. I continued getting dressed and lustfully watched him walk his chocolate body past me and into the bathroom. The irritation I was feeling didn’t hinder my love button from throbbing at the sight of his bowed legs. This man was fucking sexy, hard-working, a great father and unfortunately emotionally unavailable.

  As much as I told myself I wasn’t going to fall for his bullshit and I was done, I ended up right back in his arms, allowing his dark juicy lips to explore every inch of my body further capturing my mind and as much as I hate to admit it, my heart.

  Once upon of time it was all so simple. We fucked, we went out and had fun. Sounds like the perfect equation for a fuck buddy, right? WRONG? All that just lead to a mess of feelings. Feelings I didn’t know that fucking existed.

  Zayne and I weren’t just fucking, we were boo’d the fuck up whenever our schedules would allow us to be in each others presence. I hated the way his presence alone caused butterflies to invade my stomach and send shock waves of emotions through my body. Man, I kept telling myself I ain’t want a relationship but the more time I spent with Zayne my emotions got deeper, and my mind was failing terribly at convincing my heart that it was on lock. How so, when Zayne held the key?

  I was breaking all my rules for this man, but I can only blame myself because I allowed it. My number one rule was that I wasn’t dating a man with kids because I wanted to be a priority and to be honest kids came with drama due to the fact most mothers couldn’t let the fuck GO! It was selfish, but I was young, and I wanted to enjoy my life while I can. I had one experience where a baby mom was spiteful as shit doing pop-ups and playing on my phone, I beat the brakes off that bitch and sent her sorry ass baby dad with her.

  Really, all I wanted was a good fucking time. I wasn’t in no rush for commitment. At twenty-four years old the fuck am I rushing for? I had a good six years before I even entertained the fact of settling down. I saw what tying yourself down to the wrong person can do first hand from my father and right now, I was too young to make that mistake.

  My mother passed away when I was thirteen from an aneurysm. The soil that covered my mother’s casket didn’t get a chance to harden before my father started dating a woman that had a daughter that was the same exact age as me. The woman and her fucking daughter moved in months later, and my father even proposed to the bitch. Fast forward years later they were this so called happy family, the three of them. I resented my father for his actions. Yes, he deserved to move on, but he moved on awfully quick which had me questioning at a young age if he was ever faithful to my mother. The girl was too comfortable calling him dad and everything moved so fast and seemed so natural to them as if they already lived this life before they were introduced to me.

  While they played house, I stayed with my best friend Camille and her family. My father noticed the detachment and tried his best to appease me by giving me any and everything that I wanted. I was cool on him. Even buried underground my loyalty remained with my mother, and I couldn’t get down with his lies and secrets. I didn’t bother to ask him about his new wife and her daughter either because I didn’t want to hate my father for either pacifying me with a lie or hurting me with the truth, so I let him be.

  Just as I picked up my purse, I felt Zayne strong arms circle my waist, and I sucked in a deep breath hoping to suffocate them butterflies before they got to dancing in my stomach. Even after hours of long passion filled sex, Zayne still had this alluring masculine scent that invaded my nose, and I melted like putty in his arms.

  “You don’t gotta go yet.”

  My eyebrows furrowed and I turned my head to look him in his face.

  Regardless, I was expected to leave.

  “I’m good luv, enjoy your day,” I told him slapping his arms off my body and moving out of his room and to the stairs. He didn’t have any clothes on, so it gave me a head start to try and leave without a speech.

  Zayne lived in a townhouse in Center City. On the outside, it looked small, but inside was beautiful. High ceilings, recessed lighting, large windows, wooden floors, marble counters… I can go on and on about his amazing home. I give him his props, to be young he definitely had his shit together. It may have been because he was forced to be a full-time single father, but either way, I was proud of him for that. Lord knows I came around some wannabe’s that were older and barely had their life in order.

  Just as I got to the front door, the door pushed opened, and Asahd emerged with a hoodie on, ball shorts and Nike slides on his feet. He lived a few doors down, but the way things was set up you would believe he had two homes. He couldn't keep his ass out of Zayne’s house.

  “I need something to drink, I’m thirsty.” His goofy ass smiled when he saw me, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Well… I wasn’t invited to the sleepover.”

  “That’s disgusting,” I shot at him trying to walk past him out the door, but he gr
abbed ahold of my arm stopping me in my tracks.

  “Who’s the girl you was working with last night?”

  “None of your business, Asahd. You don’t have no other bitch to entertain.”

  “I want to entertain your friend.”

  “So I can have another reason to drag Nina?” I shot at him, and he chuckled which was a damn shame because that girl loved him down to his dirty draws. I don’t know if it was genuine or because of his status, but he had that girl wrapped around his fingers. Sadly, she was the only one that wasn’t aware he ain’t want her all like that. The bitch was dumb, and I was waiting for the day to knock some sense into her stupid ass.

  Just because she thought she was with Asahd she walked around Dynasty like she ran the shit. Homegirl needed a reality check because getting dicked down by the bosses brother ain’t give her clout besides the fact that men enjoyed seeing her naked. I can give her that, she made bread and only worked once maybe twice a week, but that wasn’t locking Asahd down, he had his own bread and a lot of it.

  I peeped how Asahd couldn’t keep his eyes off Camille and part of me wanted to put him on just to knock that bitch down a few levels, but I couldn’t do that to Camille. She was a really good girl, and Asahd broke hearts. I liked his annoying ass, and I would hate to have to dislike him for hurting my girl.

  “You know Nina can’t fight.”

  I laughed at his admittance. “Which is why I haven’t laid hands on her. It wouldn’t be fair to knock her bitch ass out, but if she keeps running her mouth, I won’t hesitate to smack her.”

  “Damn! It’s too early in the morning for all that feistiness. Who did it?”

  “Her ass is mad at me.”

  Zayne came down the stairs and met us in the foyer.

  “Fuck you do to her?”

  “It’s time for me to go. It was nice seeing you again, Asahd enjoy your day.”

  “You ain’t tell me your friend’s name.”