Addicted to a Dirty South Thug 3

by Shan

  “I’m sorry,” Khi said, and I could tell by the way his voice cracked that he was hurting too. “I’m not disgusted with you, and I don’t think you’re Briana. I’m not gonna lie, I have been watching you, cause I’m scared as fuck. I don’t know what’s going through your mind, and it’s like, every time I try to touch you, you push me away. Then, I come home and you gone and shit. Got me feeling like you don’t love a nigga no more.”

  “You know that I love you. You know I won’t stop loving you. I’m so mad at you for this, but I know you’re not the one that did this. I know that, if you could’ve stopped Briana, you would’ve. I’m just mad, because you didn’t listen to me when I told you about her.”

  “I’m mad at myself. I beat myself up every day for it, Cuba. You don’t think it’s fucking with me, too? Watching you have to go through this shit, because I didn’t listen to you. I’ll never forgive myself for this shit, but I don’t need you beating me up about it. I feel bad enough as it is.”

  “I would never beat you up about it. I just want to move on from it, but as long as you in my face reminding me of what happened every day, how can I? How can we?”

  “You right, you right. A’ight…I’ll back down. I just be worried and shit man. You know how I feel about you babe,” Khi said and chuckled.

  “Are you crying?” I asked him, and he sucked his teeth.

  “You wish I was crying. You better stop fucking with me. Where the fuck you at?”

  “I’m about to come home.”

  “Hurry up. I need to take a shower, and I want you to wash my back.”

  “What was you gonna do if I didn’t come home, Khi? I really just wanna leave your ass alone, for real.”

  “Cuba, mannnn…look, don’t get cussed out on this damn phone. Make me come find you and fuck you up. Where are you? Bring your ass home before I send the goonies after your ass,” Khi yelled, before hanging up the phone in my face.

  I laughed, and for the first time since all this shit had been going on, I felt a little better inside. Even though Tangie had pissed me off earlier, she was right about me needing to talk to Khi about the way he was treating me. Besides the kids, those two were all I had in this fucked up ass world, and being at odds with them wouldn’t help my situation any. Khi was bae, and his fuck-ups were nothing compared to the way he loved me and those kids.

  “Gotta go, sis, before this crazy ass nigga come looking for me,” I said to Alaska. I leaned over and kissed the tombstone before I climbed to my feet and headed to my car.

  ***

  When I walked inside of the house, I spotted Khi immediately asleep on the couch. His foot hung over the arm of the sofa, his head was tossed back, his mouth wide open, and loud snores escaped from his lips. I placed my purse onto the coffee table and slowly made my way over to him. Once I climbed on top of him, I took the end of his shirt, and pulled it up to his mouth to wipe the slob away that had seeped from his lips.

  “Damn, this the first time I done been—” Khi started before he dozed back off and was snoring again. I laughed and kissed his lips before laying my head against his face.

  “I’m sorry babe,” I said, and Khi wrapped his arms around me.

  “For what?” he asked me, and I kissed his lips again.

  “Cause I was being mean to you. I should’ve told you how I was feeling days ago instead of putting you through all this.”

  “Babe, treat me how you wanna treat me while you mad. Just don’t leave me. Besides, I know your pregnant ass gonna be back mean again in a couple of days anyway. I think you only being nice cause you want some dick.”

  “I don’t want no damn dick.” I laughed, before I popped Khi on the forehead. He blinked rapidly before he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back.

  “So, you don’t want no dick?” Khi asked, as his bit down on my bottom lip. He gripped his arms around me and stood up off the couch with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

  “Aghhhh!” I screamed out, as I tried to get out of Khi’s grasp. He bit down harder on my lip, and I could taste the blood as it seeped inside of my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to take the pain. Khi’s ass got all aggressive when he was super horny, and I hated that shit sometimes. All the biting, scratching, and hair pulling could get real serious when Khi was in his groove. No matter how loud I screamed, and how hard I tried to get away, Khi would make me take that shit. Not gonna lie though, sometimes his overly aggressiveness made me cum so hard that I couldn’t even be mad about the pain.

  “You don’t want no dick, Cuba,” Khi asked me, again, once we made it to our bedroom. He laid me down on the bed before walking over to the door and closing it behind him. He then locked it and walked over to the entertainment system that he had built inside of the wall. He fumbled around with the buttons, before “Seems Like You’re Ready” by R. Kelly blasted through the speakers. “I think you want some dick. You seem like you ready to me.”

  I shook my head and smiled hard as hell as Khi pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He then pulled his pants off and kicked them away before he came and removed all of my clothing. He dropped down to his knees and just stared at me for a moment. I could never stay mad at this nigga too long. Shit, it wasn’t even worth it.

  Loving him felt so much better than being angry at him. Yea, I was salty about the way he handled his bitch ass baby mama, but in the end, I knew that Khi would’ve stopped Briana if he was able to. I didn’t know how he handled her after he had found out what she had done, but I wouldn’t worry about it now. When I felt the time was good, and after we both had a chance to relieve some stress, then I would bring it up. I was for real as hell about giving that bitch the business though, and I didn’t give a damn about how Khi would feel about it. She had to get it. It was the only way I would completely be at peace with what happened.

  I can smell your perfume, Step into my bedroom. Let me love you constantly. Oh, oh, your body is my playground. Let me lick you up and down. Make you feel like a woman should.

  “Mmmh…sszzzz,” I moaned, as Khi pulled me to the edge of the bed and wrapped his lips around my clit. I took in a deep breath and allowed myself to relax as he took me on a wave of ecstasy.

  “I can’t wait for you to be my wife,” Khi said, before he bit down on my clit.

  “Aaghh,” I hissed, as I brought my hand up to push him back. He slapped my hand away before he looked up at me.

  “You still gonna be my wife right, Cuba?” Khi asked me, and I tried to push him away from me, but he wasn’t having that.

  He locked his lips tightly around my clitoris and sucked on it mercilessly. I screamed out in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his head. Khi held my arms in place not allowing me to move as he continued to suck on me like he was trying to pull my soul out of me. I grinded against his face and shut my eyes tightly until I could no longer hold back. I moaned, loudly, as I felt myself cumming all over Khi’s tongue. He licked me up like I was the greatest in the world, and I cringed from the tenderness of it.

  “You didn’t answer me?” Khi said, as he pulled me up and into his arms. He carried me to the bathroom, and I stared into his chocolate face and smiled.

  “You know I am. I can’t wait to be yours…forever,” I told him, as I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth.

  “When we get married, I want pussy and steaks every day. That’s all I ask. As long as you do that, shit I’m good,” Khi said, and I laughed. He pulled the shower door open, and I reached inside and turned the water on.

  “You trying to keep me pregnant or something? Sex every day is what got us here,” I said, pointing down to my stomach.

  “Hell yea, baby. We can have as many kids as your little ass can handle. Your pussy be so good when you pregnant…I mean it’s good when you ain’t pregnant too, but I’m just saying. Do I need to get a bigger house?”

  “I’m not about to be having no—ughhh,” I grunted when Khi pulled my hair and slid his dick inside of me from behind. He b
ent me over forcing me to place my hand on the shower wall for support.

  “You say what baby?” he asked, as he pounded into me.

  “I’m not…I’m not about to be having a lot of kids,” I said to him forcing him to grip my hair tighter and pound into me harder. “Shit! Damn it, Khi!”

  “Bring that ass back here,” he grunted, and I screamed out. The hot water beating against my skin, Khi beating my pussy up, and the pleasure of it all had my legs shaking to the point where I could barely hold myself up. Khi released the grip he had on my hair, swooped me up from the floor, and gently placed my back against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dropped down onto his dick.

  “Hmmm,” I moaned, as I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around Khi’s head. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, and I screamed out as he bit down on it and stroked me long and hard. This shit felt so good and hurt so bad at the same time. Khi’s sex game was phenomenal. Of course, I had only been with Rue before him, and I knew that with the way Khi sexed me, I didn’t need to be with another after him.

  He fucked me so good that he would have me feeling several different emotions at once. Confused, because the pain would have me begging him to stop, but the pleasure that I also got from it made me want more. I would cum so hard that I would be crying real tears before pleading with Khi to take me there all over again.

  “Khiiii, fuckkkk! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” I yelled just before Khi gripped me around my throat and slid in and out of me.

  “How many babies you gonna give me?”

  “Baby,” I said, as my mouth dropped open. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming. My toes curled up and tightened, and with each stroke, my muscles gripped Khi’s dick refusing to him go.

  “Fuck…got damn!” Khi yelled out. He pulled my right nipple into his mouth and that shit sent me overboard. I gripped my hand around his head and screamed out as my orgasm ripped through me causing my pussy to hold onto Khi so tightly that he could barely move. His strokes were short and quick, and I could feel his dick jumping inside of me.

  “Aghhhh! Fuck!” I yelled out, still cumming. It seemed like my orgasm was never ending, especially once Khi bit down on my nipple again.

  “Shit, I’m about to nut,” Khi grunted, his strokes now longer and harder again. He pumped into me, and once his head dropped backwards, I took that as my opportunity to pay his ass back for all the pain he had caused me. I leaned forward and dug my teeth into his neck, causing his face to become all contorted and his eyes to close tightly. “Damn baby!”

  “We need help,” I said, with a chuckle the moment Khi had finished cumming inside of me.

  “Why you say that?”

  “Cause we low-key like this abusive ass shit, and I don’t think that’s normal.”

  “Nah, you like that abusive shit, and you ain’t low-key about it. Don’t put me in that. You the one got me doing all that shit to you. Hair pulling and biting. Choking your ass until you cum. I ain’t never done nothing like this until I got with you. Soon as you came up out that shell, you turned into my lil’ freak.”

  “Okay, you might be right. You think something wrong me?”

  “Who the fuck cares? I’ll bite the fuck out of you as long as it makes you cum like that every time. That shit be having my toes curling.”

  “Ughh, I feel so dirty afterwards. Don’t tell nobody about that, okay?”

  “As long as you don’t tell nobody you make my toes curl, then I won’t mention the fact you like to get fucked like an animal,” Khi said, and I laughed and gently slapped him across the face.

  “Grrrr,” he growled, before letting me down on the floor and handing me a towel. “Wash my back and hurry. I’m so fuckin’ tired, I’m about to pass out.”

  “I love you,” I told Khi, as he turned his back towards me and placed his hands onto the wall of the shower.

  “I love you, too. Oh yea, bae?”

  “Yes.”

  “I got you a doctor’s appointment for in the morning. I know you been worried about the baby and shit, so I set it up earlier while I was out.”

  “Okay,” I said just above a whisper. Damn. It seemed like the moment I got a little bit of happiness, I was forced to remember that my reality was really fucked up.

  ***

  The following morning, Khi and I sat in the doctor’s office patiently waiting for the doctor to come inside. I was nervous as hell. My hands were sweating, and I couldn’t stop my leg from rocking back and forth. Not to mention, whatever was going on in Khi’s phone had him tense as he sat in a chair across from me. He had sucked his teeth at least a hundred times in the last hour and was sighing loud as hell every few minutes; for sure signs that he was mad about something, but he was doing his best to hold his frustrations in.

  “You okay?” I asked, knowing that he wasn’t. Quickly, Khi, slid his phone into his pocket and stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. He walked over to me and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and pushed him back. “Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what?” Khi asked feigning dumb.

  “Don’t do that. You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Every time I ask you something, you try to act like everything is good and ignore me.”

  “Everything is good. You sitting up here looking all beautiful and shit. Glowing, while carrying my son. Look at this,” Khi said, as he bit down on his lip and grabbed my hand. He placed my hand on his erection before he looked at me and smiled big. “Does everything not feel good?”

  “Manish ass. Stop it, Khi, I’m serious. What’s going on?” I asked him again with all seriousness in my voice.

  “Nothing baby. Look, not to bring up past relationships, but I’m trying to do better with you. Learn from past mistakes and shit like that. One thing I used to do with Selena and Briana and other bitches was bring my problems home. Everything going on in the streets, I laid it all out for them, almost tossing it on their shoulders. I don’t wanna do that with you. My business and what I do away from home…I just wanna keep it in the streets.”

  “So, what you saying? You don’t trust me or something?”

  Khi sighed. “Nah…hell nah. I just don’t need you stressing about shit like that. These streets will bring you the fuck down, and you’ve been through enough. Las thing I need is for you to be worrying about me.”

  “How can I not worry about you? I can tell when something is up. It shows all over you.”

  “I’ll do better composing myself around you so that you can’t tell,” Khi said just as the doctor stepped inside.

  Whatever was going on, I could see that it was really bothering him, because as soon as he thought I was no longer paying attention, his facial expression changed. I tried not to let it bother me, but it was hard, because I hated being in the dark about shit; especially, when it concerned someone that I loved.

  “Miss. Lance. Good Morning, how are you,” the doctor said, as he held his hand out for me to shake. I took his hand into mine and smiled as I looked at his name badge. “Dr. Cox… nice to meet you. Mr. Prince, nice seeing you again.”

  “You too, Doc,” Khi said, as he shook the doctor’s hand before coming to stand next to me.

  “So, Cuba, your fiancé and I spoke a bit yesterday, and he explained to me that you were attacked on your way home from work one evening, and you were stuck with a needle. You’re not sure what the needle had in it, but he explained that, afterwards, you felt different, maybe like you had been drugged.”

  “Yea…umm yes,” I said, as I cleared my throat and slyly looked next to me at Khi.

  “Okay, so you’re concerned with what affects it might have on your baby.”

  “Yea…I’m worried if it’s going to affect him in any kind of way.”

  “So we tested the urine that you left for us, and yes you’re pregnant. I did want to confirm that, and what we can do is get some blood and run some tests to see what could be in your system or what might have been in your system. Then, of cours
e, all the normal prenatal test that we run. I will say that it is highly unlikely that your baby will be affected any.”

  “Good,” Khi commented, and I smiled weakly.

  “I will see to it that we order every test possible. We will keep up with the growth and health of the baby with frequent sonograms as well. Mr. Prince told me about your last loss, and I want to see to it that we are giving you the best care. What I want to do right now is get you in my sonogram room with a tech and let’s see how far along you are, and maybe we can get lucky and hear the baby’s heartbeat. Sounds good?” Dr. Cox said, and I nodded my head.

  I felt somewhat better, but I guess I wouldn’t be one hundred percent satisfied until all my test came back, and I was able to see my baby growing healthily across the screen. I was glad that Khi had took the step to make this appointment. He was already showing me that he was putting forth an effort of making me and the kids his top priority.

  Once we got the sonogram done, I found out that I was around seven weeks along. I was able to hear the baby’s heartbeat, and that had somewhat calmed me down, because at least Briana hadn’t killed another child of mine. The smile on Khi’s face, when he heard the sounds of our child echoing from the monitors, was priceless. For a moment, everything that was bothering him no longer mattered.

  “Look, I want you to do two things for me,” Khi said, and I looked over at him as he sat in the driver’s seat.

  “Okay,” I answered and pulled my seatbelt off being that we were now sitting in front of our home.

  “I want you to start looking online for buildings to start your interior decorating firm. You need to be your own boss and not working for Tangie anymore, and when are you gonna become my wife?”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “You said yes, but you didn’t tell me when. I’m ready right now, honestly. We can go down to the damn courthouse in a few days once we get our damn license—”