by Ivy Symone
“I let you get away last night, but not tonight,” he says. He gives me a wicked look. “You fucked up by giving me this pussy again cause I meant what I said.”
I nod my understanding.
“So, remove all the maybe’s and no’s out of your vocabulary when talking to me. You hear me?”
I nod again. This time he lets me leave. I ignore the security in the room trying to pretend they have no idea what just happened in the other room.
I find Natalia who tries filling me in on what happened while I was gone. I cut her short and hand her the keys to my wagon so that she can get home. I tell everyone else bye. I look to see if I can spot Cam around, but I don’t see her. I wonder if she knows I had even been inside the club.
After being stopped a few times by other people and making promises to link up on business, I finally make it back to the little office. Instead of Prime being here, Bea is waiting to escort me out. She takes me down a hallway and to a door that leads out to the back of the club. There, a big shiny black Escalade awaits. The back door opens, and my face stretches with the biggest smile at the sight of Prime.
I’m not sure of what’s happening, and I doubt I can explain it, but this attraction to him is strong. It’s like he has put roots on me, and I’m foolishly falling in a state of infatuation.
Don’t know how long this will last, but for the time being, I’m going to enjoy it.
Chapter 6: Camryn
Everybody got me fucked up!
I’m so angry right now. And I hope Deuce knows I saw her ass in the cut with her little buddies. Only reason I didn’t confront her was because I didn’t want to hear her mouth about me being at The Lion’s Den myself. Besides, the only person I had sights on was my baby daddy. But of course, ugly ass Korrine and her ugly ass besties had to jump stupid. I don’t understand why she act so hard anyway when Prime don’t even want her ass. Everybody knows it.
I try Deuce again, but she doesn’t answer. Ever since her company took off, Deuce has been acting so fucking different. First it started with her looks and the way she dressed, next the people she calls friends, and then the way she acts. She’s gone from being “that nigga” to some reserved square ass businesswoman. That’s not what I fell in love with. She used to be this cool, quiet and confident but a hothead bitch. She used to fuck on me all the time and eat the cat up like it was what she was born to do. Now, she does all this soft pecking shit whenever she feels up to it. Most of the time, she complains about being tired though. But that’s not why I fuck other people; I’ve always done that. That part of me will probably never be controlled.
“Why did you do exactly what I told you not to do?”
I cut my eyes away from my phone and toward Unc. Flatly, I say, “Shut up talking to me.”
“See that’s your problem,” he scolds. And did this nigga have the nerve to jab his finger in the side of my head?
I smack at his arm. “Keep your hands to yourself!”
He stands over me wearing a scowl. “That’s your problem, Cam. You ain’t had enough ass whoopings so you’ll know your place.”
“Know my place? Are you serious, nigga? You ain’t my mothafuckin’ daddy!”
“No, I’m not, but I’m more to you than that nigga ever been. That’s what’s wrong with you!”
He grabs me by my face forcefully while I push at him, but he tightens his grip.
“P don’t want you. And stop making a fool of yourself and embarrassing Prime.” He releases me with a nudge.
Infuriated, I glare at him. I want to fuck him up, but Unc is much bigger and stronger. I know the only punches I’ll get in are the ones he allows.
“That nigga ain’t embarrassed by the shit I do. He should be embarrassed by Korrine’s ugly ass,” I spit.
“That’s still his wife,” Unc states. “I told you she would be there, but you brought your stupid ass there anyway. And for what? Prime just touched down. You think he’s thinking about you or Korrine? Do you know how many women threw pussy at him as soon as he walked in the club tonight?”
I shrug without care.
Unc’s stance softens as he bends to come face to face with me. This time he grabs my face gentler, lovingly and he looks me in the eyes. “Fuck my son. I told you I got you.”
My stare doesn’t waver. “Unc, we can’t be together, and you know that.”
“So why you come here with me?” he asks.
Honestly, I had no one else to do. Everybody else seemed to have their picks for the night, and Deuce wouldn’t answer the phone. It’s unlike her to not answer and not be blowing up my phone looking for me. She must have seen me at the club and is giving me the silent treatment. I’m not ready to go home and face her right now.
“Why?” he asks again.
“Not because I love you,” I smirk.
His brow furrows. “Fuck you. I’m the only one that give your ass the attention you crave.”
I laugh in his face. “Nigga, you just want this young pussy.”
“Naw, I’m trying to love your ass.”
“Deuce does that.”
“Oh yeah? Where is Deuce now? Haven’t you been trying to call her for the past thirty minutes?”
“She probably can’t hear her phone.”
“Or maybe she doesn’t wanna hear it. A little birdie told me she left the club a little after I did. And she didn’t leave in her truck cause she gave the keys to Natalia.”
I push him away and hop off his bed. I don’t want to show him that I’m bothered by the information he just dropped, but Deuce doesn’t let me push the wagon around. Why is Natalia worthy of driving it? I swear, I can’t stand that big yellow bitch. And where the fuck did Deuce go?
Unc sits down on the side of his bed wearing a taunting smirk. “You seem a little bothered.”
“I ain’t bothered,” I snip. I ask, “Who did she leave with though?”
Unc shrugs.
I twist my lips up in doubt. “I know you know who she left with. You know everything else.”
“Naw, that part I don’t know. All I know is someone on security told somebody that her and Bea were together.”
“B?” Now I’m confused. “Who the fuck is B?”
“You know Bea. C’mon Cam…Bea.”
“Oh! Bea!” I know exactly who he’s referring to now. But why would Bea and Deuce be together? I didn’t even know they knew each other.
“Bea ain’t into women, is she?” I ask.
Unc shrugs. “I don’t know. I ain’t never seen her with a man, and she sure as hell ain’t never gave me any pussy.”
He kills me. He thinks every woman wants his old ass. But Unc is fine though. He’s a little older than my daddy; somewhere in his fifties. He’s tall, slender, hazelnut complexion, salt and pepper goatee, and he dresses like he represents GQ magazine. He owns a few lucrative legit businesses, but he also gets his hands dirty in the criminal underworld.
Though not blood-related, he and my daddy are like brothers. Unc’s been around ever since I was a little girl, which is why he’s Uncle. But shit, when I started fucking, I wanted to see what Unc was working with. I had always heard he could fuck so I found out myself.
I try to call Deuce again. Still no answer. If she’s fucking Bea…I won’t even be mad. She can keep fucking her as long as I get the money. Deuce would never want to be seen with Bea anyway.
The doorbell to Unc’s townhouse rings. I shoot him an alarmed look. He speaks to me with his eyes as he gets up to exit the bedroom. I scramble to find my panties and slip them back on. Unc just had to slide his dick up in me as soon as we arrived at his place.
After making sure I’m presentable and innocent appearing, I stand at the bedroom door to listen.
I know Unc prefer I remain quiet, but as soon as I hear P’s voice, I can’t contain myself. I walk out to the landing of the staircase and peer down.
“P!” I call out.
Both P and Unc look up at me. P doesn’t see it, but Unc is
glaring at me as if he could kill me. P’s face screws up into a scowl as if he’s disgusted.
“What the fuck?” P snarls.
I hurry down the stairs and walk up on him. “I’m sorry for earlier. I had been drinking and your—”
Guarded, P steps back. He questions Unc, “Man, why do you got her over here?”
Unc sighs warily. “Look, you know how Cam gets. She was upset after that shit happened at the club, and I just told her to stay here until she calms down.”
P sucks his teeth and shakes his head. He turns around reaching for the front door. “I’m gone.”
I grab onto his arm desperately. “Wait, don’t go, P. I didn’t mean to act all crazy and shit. How come you ain’t called me? What about Ari?”
He snatches his arm from my hold. “Man, fuck you and let go of my arm.”
“But wait, P.” My voice quivers. Why do he treat me this way? Once upon a time, we got along well. We were like best friends. Since our mothers are close friends, he’s like a cousin…One that I eventually fucked, but a cousin, nonetheless. Where did the family love go?
P looks to Unc and say, “I was just ordered to stop through and check on you, old man. You cut out pretty early. We didn’t want nothing. I guess you’ll get a call tomorrow to link up or something.”
“Alright son,” Unc says, and proceed to share an affectionate hug with P. “You be careful out there. You done with the clubs tonight?”
P grins. “Yeah, I got this new sweet thing I’m tryna entertain tonight.” He looks at me and his face glowers. “Somebody fucked up the club vibes, so I cut out early.”
I don’t care about him faulting me for what went down at the club. My only concern is why he ain’t trying to get at me. “Who you fucking with, P?”
“None of your business. Ain’t’cho bitch ass licking on pussies now? Where your girlfriend at?”
He aggravates me. “I’ma tell your wife on your ugly ass.”
“Bitch, put some clothes on. Got’cho ass all out around a nigga you call your uncle and shit. You better be glad your daddy ain’t knock yo’ ass out.”
“Fuck you and my daddy,” I spit.
“When I see him, I’ma tell him that’s what you said,” P chuckles as he opens the door to walk out. “A’ight, big man.”
I cut my eyes at Unc. “Take me home.”
He shakes his head while closing and locking the door behind P. “You just want to hop in your car and terrorize people who don’t want to fuck with you right now.”
“Naw, I just wanna be home under my bae. Fuck you niggas,” I huff.
“Deuce is somewhere eating new pussy,” he mocks.
“Fuck you, Unc,” I mumble. My phone rings in my hand. The display shows an unsaved number. Reluctantly, I answer. “Hello?”
“Let me hear you speak of me as if you really got the balls.”
His voice is cold, and it sends a chill through my veins. “Daddy?”
“Now what was that you told P?”
“Damn, P’s tattle tale ass is quick.”
“P knows the deal, unlike that weak fuck standing beside you. In fact, put your uncle on the phone.”
I stretch my phone out to Unc. He looks at me with question. I say, “It’s my daddy.”
Unc looks irritated and nervous as he takes the phone. He walks away from me as he speaks, “What’s up?”
I stand there with my arms folded over my chest. All of the men in my life irks the fuck out of me. It makes me realize just how lucky I am to have Deuce. I need to stop giving her a hard time and show her a little more appreciation and gratitude because she’s nothing like these niggas.
Seconds later, Unc returns my phone to me. I see the call is still active, so I say, “Hello?”
“Be prepared to see me sometime this week. I want to see my grandchild—”
“Well, how long are you in—”
“Why the fuck are you interrupting me!”
Though he isn’t in our presence, I still cower at the roar of his voice. I talk a lot of shit, but truth be told; I’m scared of my daddy.
He continues to talk but his voice is now leveled. “As I was saying, I’m coming to see Ari while I’m here. When I tell you I’m on my way, you need to make sure she’s with you.”
“But Daddy, she’s spending time with Mama. I know you plan to stop by and see her too. You can kill two birds with one stone while she’s there.”
“Maybe I don’t plan to visit your mother. Did that occur to you?”
I’m not sure if he wants me to answer or if it’s a rhetorical question. I decide to remain silent.
He continues, “Anyway, go home. It’s not proper for you to be at Unc’s alone.”
“But it’s Unc. He ain’t nobody.”
“Yeah, and your uncle is a man with a working dick. I told him to send you home. If I hear that he didn’t make you go home, it’ll be repercussions for both of you.”
“Hold up, Daddy,” I object. “It ain’t like—Daddy? Hello?”
I look at my phone and see that the call terminated. Ugh!
Unc is now approaching me with my keys in hand. Unc ain’t about that life. He says, “Just go; we’ll talk tomorrow.”
As I stated before, fuck P and fuck my daddy!
Chapter 7: Prime
Dasani is beautiful. She’s like a work of art, and I find myself admiring her beauty every chance I get.
As Chell pointed out, Dasani has flawless skin the color of rich dark chocolate. Her face is slender with define features. Cheekbones high, upturned slanted eyes, a dainty button nose with a slim bridge, and pouty full lips. She wears her naturally curly shiny black hair brushed into a high bun atop her crown and fine hairs swirl about her hairline. If Disney ever decided to do a live action version of Tinker Bell and wanted to make her Black, Dasani can play her perfectly.
She’s slender in build, but with a muscular tone. Her arms and shoulders are defined as well as her thighs. She has the body of a woman who consistently do squats all day. If I had to guess her occupation, I would guess her to be a dancer and not the CEO of a hair company.
Oddly, she reminds me of someone dear to me. It never dawned on me until now that perhaps this could be the reason for this great attraction to her. Regardless, I welcome it and appreciate the semblances.
Presently, I admire her lying next to me in bed. She’s naked and her skin against the white sheets is a delectable vision of cookies and cream. Even her back has a defined muscular tone. Her nails are natural; no color polish or acrylic. Even her toenails are free of any color, but they shine so I assume they have a clear coat of polish. Despite not being painted, her feet are still perfect. And I love a woman with pretty feet.
She’s still wearing what seems to be a diamond tennis bracelet and small diamond hoops in her ears. Her face shows remnants of the light makeup from the night before. It’s not overdone so I don’t expect any surprises if I see her makeup free.
She’s soundly sleeping; peacefully. I hate to disturb her, but her phone has been going off nonstop for the past hour. It did it for a while last night but eventually it stopped. Never once did she look at it to see who wanted her attention, but we both knew.
I had my whole day cleared up and free from any possible distractions to dedicate completely to Dasani. I want to get to know her. I want to know what causes her eyes to dull so that I can take that pain away. I want to know what makes her happy so I can make sure I make it happen. I want to know what little things she likes to surprise her with and make her eyes light up.
I slightly tug at the sheet to uncover her breasts. She has a nice handful of chocolate mounds with deep dark chocolate morsels as nipples. I can’t help but to caress them. The way they grow rigid under my touch makes me wonder if she’s really sleeping. So, I let my hand wander under the sheet and over the soft skin of her abdomen. It glides over the smooth hairless mound of her pussy until my fingers graze her slit. I already expect to find her plump clit protruding. To
test whether she’s sleeping, I softly rub her clit between my fingers.
It stiffens. She moans and her legs spread slightly apart. Her clit becomes wet and slippery. She turns her head in my direction and slowly, her eyes open. Her face is painted with tortured pleasure, but she doesn’t object.
I want inside her again, unprotected. My conscience tells me I should be concerned with safe sex, but after experiencing the feel of her during that impulsive moment in the security room, I just couldn’t bring myself to put a condom on again.
As I do always, I take it upon myself to get what I want. I position myself in between her legs and sit back on my haunches. Instead of entering her, I use the head of my dick to antagonize her fat ass clit some more. I do this because I’ve become fascinated with how sensitive she is. I love to see her juices run as her clit grows harder and bigger. Her face contorts to a point that she looks as if she’s about to cry.
“You love the way that feel?” I ask her.
She nods.
“What about this?” I ease into her opening and stroke her slowly a few times.
She nods with a whimper. “Yessss baby.”
I pull out and go back to rubbing her clit again with the same slow rhythm. She’s damn near crying and I can even see her pussy pulsating.
“I’ma cum,” she cries.
“I want you to,” I whisper.
She’s a squirter, but not a geyser type. It just sort of gushes and flows over like a low-pressure fountain. She trembles but try not to scream by biting down on her lip.
I re-enter her, this time deeper and harder while she cums. Fuck! The way she grips me over and over drives me crazy. I have to regain control, or I’ll be busting inside her way too soon.
I let her finish spazzing out before I continue to stroke her steadily and rub on her clit. I tell her, “This my beautiful fat pussy.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I’m glad she knows.
It feels good to her which causes her to caress her own breasts and pinch her nipples. Damn, she’s beautiful. Where the fuck has she been? Why haven’t I known of her existence before?