My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Well, I’m getting that shit cut this weekend.”

  “Then at least I get to enjoy it tomorrow for Valentine’s Day. You didn’t forget it was Valentine's Day, right?”

  “Hell nah, I didn’t fucking forget, Cass. Have I ever forgotten?”

  “Just making sure.” I gripped her chin lightly and kissed her full lips a few times, while squeezing her ass with the hand that was wrapped around her sexy ass body. “Let me put them to bed.”

  “Night, Dad!” KJ shouted, hopping his small ass off the couch and rushing off through the house as Cassie shook her head.

  I watched her, feeling my dick brick up as she moved around in front of me, gathering Melody and her purse. My wife was the sexiest woman I’d ever run across.

  Clasping my hands together, I leaned my head back to look up at God, then mouthed ‘thank you my nigga’, for giving me such a beautiful ass family; especially a bad ass wife that could suck the copper off a penny and had pussy wetter than water.

  Cassie returned about thirty minutes later, and by then, I saw it was time for me to go meet my brothers and cousin at the strip club. I got up to go to our bedroom, and she followed behind me.

  “You’re going out?” Cassie stood in the doorway of our en-suite bathroom, as I got undressed.

  “Yeah, just to AOD for a little bit. Owner asked us to come out tonight, so we gon’ show our faces and throw a few bands.”

  “That better be all you do, nigga.”

  “You know that’s all I’m gonna do.” I looked into her eyes intensely and she smiled warmly. “This is all yours right here.” I moved side to side and made my dick hit my thigh.

  “Kordell, ugh!” She laughed and shut the bathroom door closed.

  I couldn’t wait to get this damn appearance over, collect my check, and get home so I could bring in Valentine’s Day, knee deep in my pussy.

  Cassandra “Cassie” Benjamin

  The next morning… Valentine’s Day…

  “Kordeellll,” I groaned, grabbing a pillow to cover my eyes because the sunlight was beaming through our big bedroom window. I loved our house, but I hated that damn window!

  He ignored me as he pulled on my pajama shorts and panties, forcing them down my thighs. I exhaled heavily into the pillow, folding my arms over it to keep it in place as he dipped under the covers. He abruptly placed my thighs on his shoulders, and then buried his face between my legs. My thighs spread wider as he pushed his face further into my pussy, and latched onto my clit gently.

  “Baby,” I whimpered, loving the feeling of his tongue flicking over my bud, just before he began sucking on it.

  He pressed one of my thighs into my stomach, and began feasting like he hadn’t eaten in years. My body trembled as my juices spilled down the length of my vagina, and he caught every drop. Slowly dragging his wet tongue from my opening, all the way up to my clit, his big hand held my thigh in place so I couldn’t move. I shivered at the feeling of his mouth continuing to attack the area between my hips.

  “Oh my gosh, oh, Kordell,” I whined, unfolding my arms and gripping a handful of his dreads as the pillow fell to the side of me.

  My body weakened, and when I tried to move away, he pressed my thigh harder into my stomach to pin me in place. Suddenly, my second orgasm ripped through me, causing my body to jerk uncontrollably as sweat beads formed on my forehead. A few moans burst through my lips as my legs continued to tremble. He just kissed between my thighs for a few moments, and then up my stomach, stopping there to sloppily suck on it the way I liked.

  “Good morning.” He stood up on his knees and smiled down at me with his sexy ass. I couldn’t do anything but turn on my side and ball up into the fetal position, making him chortle loudly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty.” He kissed my bare hip, before gripping my ass and biting it, making me groan. “I’ll drop Melody off at school, and then KJ can come with me to this photo shoot.”

  “Kordell, no smoking if you take him, I mean it!” KJ was a mini version of his father in looks and personality. He was so wild, and he even had his father’s brown golden hair.

  “Yep.”

  “And what am I supposed to do all day while you’re working, Kordell? It’s Valentine’s… Day.”

  He slammed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, interrupting my sentence.

  I wanted to ask more questions, but he’d literally ate the life out of me, so I dozed right back off.

  ***

  About three hours later…

  I finally woke up from that damn sex coma, and stretched my body. As I did so, I grabbed my phone, which set on the dresser, and checked my notifications. Seeing all the ones from Instagram annoyed me, because it was always some damn drama regarding Kordell and me. People were obsessed and would make up shit, even though they had little to no damn evidence. Like now, I was being tagged under an Instagram blog post, which stated that Kordell and I had trouble in paradise since he was at the strip club last night.

  Rolling my eyes, I got out of the bed, grabbing my panties and shorts, which were tangled in the sheets. I entered the bathroom within our bedroom, then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine. After throwing our bedding into the washer, I hopped into the shower and really took my time. Lately, in between countless photoshoots, having two kids, and being a wife, I had to take showers that ran under ten minutes. But today, I was going to go all out.

  Once I was done, I spread on my lotion, slipped on some jeans, a halter top, and my fuzzy socks, before relaxing in front of the TV. I was a little bummed that Kordell was at work, and hadn’t even taken time off for Valentine’s Day, but I guess that was the life of a superstar’s wife.

  After watching TV for a little longer, I talked on the phone with Laine, who was about to get pampered, until I heard someone at the front door.

  “Let me call you back, Laine.”

  “Okay, and remember, I’m sure he’s got you something. Kordell is a fool but he’s not stupid.”

  “We’ll see.”

  I hung up the phone and darted across the foyer until I made it to the door. When I looked out, I saw it was some guy dressed in a tux, holding a baby blue bag.

  “Can I help you?” I answered.

  “For you, Mrs. Benjamin, from Mr. Benjamin.”

  “Oh, thanks.”

  He nodded to say I was welcome, and I closed the door, while trying to hold back from squealing. Rummaging through the stubborn ass tissue paper, I made my way back to the den and sat down. I removed two boxes from it, one rather small, and another wide and flat.

  “Oh shit.” My jaw dropped as I opened the small one first to see a beautiful, chocolate diamond ring.

  Immediately taking it out, I slid it down my finger and smiled widely as I looked at it. It fit perfectly, and sparkled hella brightly as well. I quickly opened the second one and saw a matching necklace with the earrings positioned in the middle of it. I fastened the necklace around my neck, and then rose to my feet to look into the burst mirror that was plastered on the wall in the den. Making my way back to the couch, I ripped open the little red note card to see what this nigga had to say.

  I could never forget about you, baby… - Kordell.

  I rolled my eyes to keep from smiling yet again because my cheeks were already on fire. I removed my iPhone case, and secured the small note behind it before placing my phone back in it. I wanted to keep it close to me.

  Just as I did that, my phone rang and I saw it was Melody’s preschool, so I quickly hit the green button.

  “Yes, Mrs. Benjamin, Melody has gotten into some trouble and we’d like you to come pick her up, please.”

  “Trouble? What kind of trouble?” I frowned, rushing out of the den and up the stairs to get my Rihanna slides, purse, and keys.

  “We can talk more when you arrive, Mrs. Benjamin.”

  “Shit!” I shouted as I hung up.

  Slipping my iPhone into my back pocket, I put on my slides, and grabbed my belongings before darting o
ut of the door.

  I made it to Melody’s school about twenty minutes later, and barely shut the engine off before I was out of the car. My heart was beating out of my chest, wondering what the hell could have happened to my baby. Melody was such a sweet girl, so any kind of trouble she’d gotten in, I’m sure it wasn’t even her fault.

  “Hi, I’m Cassandra Benjamin, Melody’s mother.” I approached the desk inside of the office that held the principal, vice principal, and a couple other people who were in charge.

  “Okay, Mrs. Benjamin, Melody and Principal Thackery are already in the office waiting for you.” The young male sitting behind the desk pointed towards the principal’s open door.

  I hurried over, and when I got in the doorway, I surveyed Melody to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

  “Honey, are you okay?” I asked, kneeling down in front of her. Smirking, she nodded her head. Rising to my feet, I turned my attention to the principal and asked, “What trouble did she get in?” I glanced at Melody again, briefly, because I wasn’t sure why she was smirking if she’d gotten into trouble.

  “Well, Mrs. Benjamin, your daughter used foul language and pushed one of the other students into the mud.”

  Melody burst into laughter almost immediately after Principal Thackery finished speaking, so the principal raised her brow up at me as to say ‘see?’.

  “Melody, stop.” Her chuckling ceased, so I regained eye contact with the principal. “I don’t believe my daughter would do something like that.”

  The principal pointed to her doorway, and when I turned that way, I saw a little girl who looked like she’d been previously covered in mud, but had been wiped down. Next to her was her angry mother I’m assuming.

  “Mel, did you do this?” I pointed to the little girl.

  “She started it, Mommy!”

  “See, this is what happens when little girls wanna have babies. They focus more on taking pictures than raising their child!” the little girl’s mother spat, eyeing the new jewelry I had on in the process. I didn’t mean to wear it, but I’d forgotten I had it on in the midst of it all.

  “Look, I’m sorry that your daughter got pushed into the mud, but no need to be disrespectful. I’m not a little girl, and my daughter was raised very well, thank you.”

  “Mrs. Benjamin, we’re going to have to expel Melody. We do not tolerate violence or the use of explicit language.”

  “Principal Thackery—”

  “It’s already been decided, Mrs. Benjamin.”

  “Fine, fuck both of you cobweb pussy having hoes.” They both gasped at my words. I grabbed Melody’s hand to start leading her out, and once I came face to face with that little bitch’s mother, I said, “And maybe if you weren’t so busy following my modeling career, you’d have time to teach your little punk ass daughter how to fight back, bitch.”

  “Excuse me!” she called out as I led Melody from the office building and to the car.

  Once she was buckled in and I was in the driver’s side, I asked, “Baby, what happened? Why did you do that?”

  “She was being mean to me this whooooollle time! And… and Daddy said to tell her that I’d whoop her ass! So, I did, and then she told me to do it, so I shoved her into the mud. And then she cried!” Melody threw her arms out, and then shook her head as she folded them, obviously annoyed that the little girl was all bark and no bite.

  I chuckled to myself, but then when I came to a stoplight, I looked into the back seat at her cute self.

  “Don’t say ‘ass’ anymore and, baby, the next time, tell me. Your daddy is not the best person for stuff like that. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I laughed again at the thought of my husband. I guess maybe private or home schooling was best for our daughter.

  ***

  That night…

  I’d put Melody to bed about an hour ago, since Kordell texted me and told me he was on his way to me. He asked me about the jewelry, but I just didn’t text him back. I wanted him to immediately come looking for me when he got home, and not stop to play his game for an hour.

  “Cassie!” I heard his deep voice call up the stairs as he ascended them.

  I stayed put in the bedroom, and chuckled lowly when he cursed to himself. I listened as he went down the hall, most likely to give KJ a bath and then put him to bed.

  While he did whatever he did with our son, I checked myself out in the mirror, made sure the red lightbulb I’d installed still worked, and then ran my hand over the edges of my hair to be sure they were laid. I checked my phone to be sure my song was cued up, and by that time, I heard him twisting the doorknob.

  “Cassie! Why the fuck are the lights off?” He mumbled the last part to himself as he flicked the switch, illuminating the whole room and making it a red color.

  He immediately scanned the room with a sexy, confused expression, and smiled widely when he spotted me lying across the chaise on my hip. I was in a one-piece red lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. I used my phone to turn on the music, and let out a sigh of relief when “Skin” by Rihanna came through the speaker I’d hooked up.

  It worked!

  “Aww shit,” his stupid ass said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. I almost laughed, but I was luckily able to keep my composure.

  As I moved towards him at the perfect pace, his lips stayed parted slightly and his eyes continuously scanned me.

  While Rihanna sang the first verse over the simple beat, I turned my back to him and slid down into his lap. His hands immediately gravitated towards my body, so I abruptly moved them and pressed them into the bed. Gripping his knees, I began to wind my body, and when I say the nigga was hard before I could even complete the second winding of my hips, I meant it.

  Softer than a mutha, boy I know you wanna touch. Breathing down my neck I can’t tell you wanna…

  The beat picked up a little bit for the second verse, so I began to let my body move right along with the music, popping my ass on the perfect parts, while still moving sensually and slowly. He couldn’t help it, so his big hand moved up the front of my thigh and then palmed my stomach as he kissed my shoulders and neck like I was a meal he’d been craving. I allowed him to do his thing as I danced the pre-chorus of the song against his hard dick, which was threatening to burst through his jeans.

  No heels, no shirt, no skirt, all I’m in is just skin…

  The hook of the song came through so I began to grind harder, making sure to slow it up against his crotch. By the time the bridge came through, I stood up, faced him, and straddled his lap. His eyes were so fucking serious it was almost comical. I danced slowly in his lap to the bridge, and then when it changed into the hook I sucked his lips slowly as he grabbed my ass.

  Smiling, I pushed him onto his back and began to ride him, liking the feeling of how hard his dick was getting. He caressed the sides of my thighs for a little bit, removed his shirt, and then flipped me onto my back quickly as hell as I mouthed Rihanna’s ad-lib, ‘you know that I like it baby.’

  As the guitar played heavily in the background, carrying the song out, he ripped my lingerie off as he kissed down my body so passionately that I felt my juices seeping through already. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips between my hips, as well as the electric guitar mixed with the heavy R&B beat.

  “Shit,” I mumbled as he yanked my orgasm out of me with his mouth.

  I sat up promptly and pulled his head from between my legs by his dreads, before we switched places. Removing his jeans, I pulled his boxers down as well, and once he was out of them I took his dick into my mouth.

  “Suck that shit, Cassie,” he groaned, tousling my hair with his large hands as he groaned softly.

  I let my saliva flow like a river down his shaft, while using two hands to jack him off. I played around and sucked on the tip the way he liked me to, and in no time, he was spilling his seeds down my throat. He placed me in the middle of the bed on my knees, as if I weighed nothing, and as soon as
he got inside of me, he began pounding me hard from the back.

  “Ohh, ohhh, ahh!” I cried out, just before he pressed my face into the pillow.

  I clenched my teeth together as he slammed into me with so much force and power. I couldn’t help but to wail, and probably make the ugliest face possible as I came all over his dick.

  “You done?” he bent my head back and bit down on my ear. “Huh?”

  “No,” I whimpered, knowing my ass was tapping out already.

  “Better not be. Shit,” he grumbled, slowing down his strokes. I knew he was watching himself, and it felt so good I had to close my eyes and grip the sheets in my hands.

  He spanked my ass, and continued to hump me slowly, letting me feel every single inch of him. And whenever he got all the way inside of me, he would let it linger a bit, before pulling it out. A few more of those, and I was coating his dick again, shivering like we were in an igloo.

  “Come here.” He flipped me onto my back, lowered himself on top of me, and then placed my legs on his shoulders. He stared me deeply in the eyes, and sucked my bottom lip as I kept my mouth ajar from him filling me up slowly. I held onto his strong biceps tightly, listening to the sound of how wet I was.

  “Oooh shit, you hear that, Cass?” he asked, biting his lip and closing his eyes for a moment like it was the best feeling ever, as he continued to slowly plunge into me. “I love how wet you get, fuck.”

  He moved his body closer into mine, and began pounding me feverishly, forcing me to call out and dig my nails into his back. My legs were still over his shoulders, so I had nowhere to go as he fucked the shit out of me. Suddenly, we both called out, and he shot his seeds inside of me as I exploded.

  “I love… you. And thank you for… for the jewelry,” I breathed heavily as he kissed all over my sweaty neck.

  “Thank you for all this shit here, and my babies.” I loved that he acted as if Melody was his… then again, she was. But you’d think he was her blood with the way he talked about her. She and Kordell Jr. were no different from one another in his eyes. “I love you, Cassandra.”