“I don’t wanna know all that Princess,” I said.
“And that nigga be suckin’ on my clit like it’s a cherry lolli-pop. Mmm!” she said shaking her head.
I laughed. “Okay P.”
“Why won’t you give up the pussy to somebody else?” Princess asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Cause Ablo satisfy me. I don’t need no other nigga.”
Princess passed me the blunt, and sighed. “It’s funny.”
“What?” I asked.
“That a bitch like you is so faithful to her man. I would’ve been gave the pussy up. But that’s you though. You so faithful to the people you love. I don’t see how you put up wit’ my ass,” she smiled.
“Me neither. But you my girl.” I pounded her up.
“No doubt.”
Before we could finish the blunt Diablo walked in looking all good. Although all he had on was some black Sean John sweat pants and a black tee, he was still fine. He had on some black Air Ones with the white Nike check, and a black do rag. A platinum chain with a cobra head that had two black onyxes for eyes hung from his neck. I looked at the black cobra tat on his arm and thought of the night I saw him for the first time.
“Hey baby,” I grinned at him.
“Hey lil' mama,” he smiled back. Things must’ve been going smooth on his blocks. Diablo had to patrol the streets to make sure that his soldiers were on the grind. Things must’ve been productive. He walked over and kissed me on the forehead.
“What up Blo?” Princess asked.
“Why don’t you just move in and shit,” Ablo said and sat down in the brown leather Lay-Z boy recliner that he loved. “I can see that ya’ll ain’t waste no time diggin’ in my stash. I oughta break your fuckin’ fingers,” he smirked at me.
“I just smoked one,” I said.
Diablo laughed. “It’s cool baby. What’s mine is yours.”
Princess glanced at the clock and grabbed her mint green leather Coach bag that matched the tight, short, mint green skirt she had on. “A’ight peeps. I’m ‘bout to bounce,” she said heading to the door.
“A’ight Princess,” Diablo smiled his crooked grin.
She waved and left.
“You so fake,” I laughed.
Ablo smacked me on the ass as I got up to go in the kitchen.
“Want some lasagna?” I asked.
“Yeah lil’ ma. You know how to take care of your man. I’m bout to roll up so fix me a plate,” he said and winked at me.
I went into the kitchen and heard my cell ringing. I ran back into the living room. “Oh hell, it’s Princess. She just left.”
“Well answer it. It’s aggravatin’ as hell!” Diablo yelled.
“Damn, a’ight nigga. Hello,” I said.
Princess sounded like she was crying. “Before I could get in my car good my phone started ringing. It was Chauncey callin’ to tell me that La La shot D in the back. He in the hospital, and he in critical condition,” she sobbed.
“Oh shit,” I gasped.
“She ran up in the crib all mad. Chauncey said he and D was playing Madden when they got into it. He was walkin’ away and she shot him talkin’ bout I’m next. Chauncey said he already got warrants and he ain’t talkin’ to the cops. He called the ambulance and waited for them. Then he jetted when he saw them comin’ up the street. I can’t go to the hospital right now. Can I spend the night at your crib?” Princess asked.
I looked at Ablo and knew that he wasn’t having it. She was my cousin though and I had to try.
“Hold on P.” I covered the mouthpiece. “Ablo, this Princess. Uh, La La just shot D-Roc in the back. She said P is next. She need to stay here tonight. Please say she can,” I pleaded.
Ablo rolled his eyes, and let out an irritated breath. “Shit Yanna. Why you always rescuing her ass? Tell her to stay wit’ Maya, or Vernice,” he said.
“C’mon Ablo…please…just for a lil’ while,” I begged some more.
He just stared at me and hit the blunt he’d just rolled. “Just for tonight, and tell her that’s it. She gotta go tomorrow,” he finally agreed.
I uncovered the mouthpiece. “P you still there?”
“Yeah,” she said still sounding choked up.
“He said it’s cool if you stay tonight. You’ll be a’ight here.”
After I hung up Diablo looked at me and passed me the L. “You always babying her ass up. Why you let her use you?” He asked.
“C’mon D just got shot, and the bitch who shot him threatened to shoot her too. She shook, and she my family. You should understand that shit, ‘cause you down for your boys. They ain’t even your blood. You already know how I feel ‘bout Maya and Princess. Besides my daddy, and my mom, they all the family I got. I gotta hold on to that.”
“I’m your family too baby,” he said rubbing my tense shoulders.
“I know baby.”
* * *
I woke up the next morning at nine a.m. and Ablo was gone. It was no telling where he was. I got up to check on Princess, who had fallen asleep on the couch. She was still asleep.
"Princess," I said shaking her. "Did you see Ablo leave?" I asked.
"Unt uhh," she shook her head with her eyes still closed.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yep. I'm fine. Chauncey called 'bout six this morning and said that D is stable now. The bullet hit his spine, but was lodged in his stomach muscle. They did surgery and removed the bullet. I might go and see him later," she said sitting up.
"You think LaLa goin' really chance fuckin' wit' you? ’Cause if you do we can go and take care of her ass," I said ready to relieve some pent up stress.
"It'll be hard as hell to find that bitch. She probably on the run. She know the cops goin' be after her dumb ass. They got two eyewitnesses who said they saw her go in his apartment, heard the gunshots, and then watched her leave. If I was the bitch I would be incognito like a mufucka. I'm still goin' watch my back though. You know that."
"No doubt, just let me know if you need me. You know me. I'll make some calls and the shit'll be official. This time them bitches goin' get more than a fuckin' warning," I assured her.
She pounded me up. "For life," we said in unison.
"That bitch ain't ready for what we bringin' anyway." I couldn't believe she'd shot D-Roc and threatened my cousin. If I caught her on the street it was her ass.
* * *
Meanwhile Ablo was on his way to his Uncle Pete's house in the Buckhead suburbs. Pete was an OG, and had stacked enough paper to buy a condo in the nice, affluent neighborhood. Uncle Pete was using Diablo's black, two year old pit-bull Damien to breed with his white pit-bull Pearl. Uncle Pete had called Ablo at about seven a.m. to let him know that they'd already mated and he could come and get him.
Ablo rang the doorbell and Uncle Pete's wife Auntie Ramona opened the door. She kissed his cheek. “Sup Aunt Mona?”
"Hey baby, it's nice to see you. Your uncle's in the kitchen cookin' his famous chili this early in the mornin'," she smiled.
Ablo walked into the kitchen.
"What's the word Unc?" he asked.
Uncle Pete chuckled. "My nephew," he said and turned around. Uncle Pete and Auntie Ramona had raised Diablo and his sister after both their parents were killed in a home invasion robbery. They were in the bed asleep. Diablo was ten when it happened. Ablo's father and Uncle Pete ran the streets in the early seventies. Ablo's father Cue Perez, was a Cuban immigrant who came to America with his parents in the mid-sixties. Cue became a victim of the streets although his father was a strict disciplinarian. Cue met Pete Montgomery, a young, black, wise talking hustler and they formed the Cue P. Gang. Soon they cut it to the Cue Boys so that police could not distinguish them as a street gang. Of course the cops knew better.
Cue later fell in love with Pete's baby sister Naomi. Naomi was very beautiful, and he was in love from first glance. They married when she turned eighteen and she bore him one son, Diablo Antonio Perez, and one daughter, M
erlia Ana Perez.
After his parents died Uncle Pete took them in. He trained Ablo to take over the Cue Boys and continue his legacy in the drug game. He was ready to gain his OG status. Diablo took over readily and had been running shit since he was eighteen. He was now twenty-eight years old.
Diablo and Uncle Pete hugged for a second, and then Ablo snuck a taste of his chili.
"Damn Unc, that shit hot as hell," he laughed. "It's good though."
"Don't nobody want no bland chilli son," Unc said.
"Where my boy at?" Ablo asked referring to his dog.
"In the garage. You can go and get him. Where Yanna at?" He asked.
"She was still sleep when I left."
"That's one fine ass girl lil' man. You better do right by her. Don't smell yourself and drive her away," Uncle Pete advised him.
"Lil' man? Unc I'm a grown ass man. Ain't you the same OG who told me to get all the pussy I can before I turn thirty?" Ablo asked.
"You was sixteen then young buck. I know now that a strong woman is the foundation of a strong man. That's why me and your aunt still goin' strong, and got somethin' to show for all my hard ass work. You gotta realize what you got in order to be faithful young buck."
"Yeah, a'ight Unc. I'm goin' to get my dog," Diablo said and headed to the garage.
"Dame, yeah, my man," Ablo said when he spotted his pit bull. Damien looked and immediately started jumping and barking in anticipation. Pearl started barking too.
"Bitches," he said grabbing Damien's leash and pulling him away. Damien didn't want to leave his bitch, but that was life. Diablo returned to the kitchen with Uncle Pete.
"Want some chilli son?" he asked.
"Nol Unc. I gotta roll. Gotta make sure my troops on the grind," Ablo said.
"Alright, keep 'em tight young buck. I heard Dame boy yapping. He didn't wanna leave that bitch. Can't take a dog away from his pussy," Unc chuckled.
"You a crazy old man," Ablo laughed slapping Unc five. He felt him on that.
Ablo headed back home to be with his woman. Princess had come in and fucked up the mood, and he wanted to crawl up in it before he hit the streets. He opened the door with his key and Damien ran in and started sniffing everything. He was happy to be at home.
"Yanna!" Ablo yelled.
"Yeah!" I yelled from the bedroom. It was about time he came home.
Diablo walked in and hugged me.
"Where you go?" I asked rubbing Shea Butter lotion on my naked body.
"To get Damien from Uncle Pete's," he said mesmerized by the sight of me rubbing on myself. He sat down on the bed.
"Where Princess at?" He asked not taking his eyes off my firm breasts as I massaged them, teasing him. My body was tight and I made sure it stayed that way.
"Gone. It's just me, you, and Damien," I said straddling him. I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of his tongue.
"Damn, what's up wit' the extra lovin'?" Ablo asked. He gently caressed my ass.
"Can’t I get my freak on?" I pushed him back on the bed. “You ain’t the only one who freaky as hell.”
"I'm sayin', a nigga was tryin' to get some last night, but you was actin' all scared 'cause Princess was here and shit," he said. "You can definitely get your freak on baby."
I helped him get out of his clothes and stood back to admire his chiseled body. My man was like butter, you hear me. His chest on down to his abs were free of hair. The straight hair that ran from his belly button to his family jewels was enough for me. I just wanted to run my tongue down his "trail". His well-built thighs and perfectly defined calves only added to his sexiness. I loved his strong looking legs. I straddled him again and kissed him from his forehead, to his chest, to his belly button. I teased him by skipping the main course and nibbling on his inner thigh. That shit drove him crazy as he dug his fingers into my hair and massaged my scalp. I grabbed his dick gently with my left hand and teased the head with my tongue. Before he could let out a moan I devoured it and he was screaming for mercy.
"Damn Yanna! Ohhh shit," he moaned. I peeked and caught a glimpse of his face. He was biting his bottom lip and his eyeballs were rolling back in his head.
His satisfaction pleased me and I continued deep throating it until he was as hard as he could get. "You ready for the real thing Papi?" I asked positioning myself on top of him.
Diablo licked his thick, sexy ass lips. "Always ready for your jelly mami."
"Mmmm," I moaned as I lowered myself onto the only dick I’d ever experienced. He loved me right and I felt no need to stray. Ablo was huge and it took two times for him to take my virginity. It was so big that he had got it half way in and I gave up. I promised him that we'd try the other half the next day.
"Mmm, mami, you always so juicy for your man," he moaned under me.
I loved the way he expressed his passion for me. It made our sex even better. I stared into his eyes and he gave me a half smile followed by a sweet kiss. I grinded my hips on top of him and watched his smile be replaced by one of his sexy ass fuck faces.
"Mmm hmmm, you can't handle it," I said playing the dominant position.
Diablo grabbed my ass and flipped me over so that he was on top.
"Woman, this is my fuckin' pussy," he said grinding into me.
"Hell yeah it is papi, mmm it yours," I called out in ecstasy. "Talk to me."
"You feel that dick? Huh?" he asked. "It's good to you, ain't it?"
"Yes, shit, hell yes."
"Where you feel it at baby?"
"Uhhhh, damn, I feel it in my stomach. Ohhh, Ablo." I could feel my body shaking and I knew I was on the verge of orgasm.
"Turn around," he ordered and I obeyed. I loved when he hit it from the back. The way he worked that dick of his was unexplainable in words. He spread my thighs with his strong hands. The warmth that filled me on the inside made my flesh cover with goose bumps. He gave me chills, and I felt my body convulse in pleasure.
"Ahhhh, shiiiit," I moaned as he went deeper, causing a moan to get caught in my throat. It sounded like I was choking. Diablo suddenly stopped.
"Baby, you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, don't stop," I begged pushing my ass into him.
He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me into him. This gave him easy access to my G spot and he took advantage of the opportunity. He pushed himself deeper inside and then pounded into me at a quicker pace. The vibration that he was creating on that sensitive spot had me in a zone. My body shook and then the orgasm he had worked so hard to create took over my body.
"Damn!" I screamed. "Ohhh Ablo, I'm fuckin' cumin'! Uhhh Papi, you better fuck me." My voice was low, and sexy.
He grabbed my hips and took total control of my body. The things that he was doing had me busting nut after nut.
"See, see how you man take care of shit?" He asked cockily. "Damn right this my pussy. I spelled my name all up in that mufucka." He was still stroking.
I had my head buried in the pillow because I was coming so hard and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ahhh shit. Uhhh Ablo...what the fuck," I said feeling tears slide down my cheeks. Yes, it felt that good. My legs were getting weaker and weaker.
"Yanna, ohhh yes, mmm. Yanna damn, it’s good. Ohhh, your pussy is too fuckin' good," he moaned and starting stroking fast and hard. I knew he was done. I didn't worry about getting pregnant because I took my pills faithfully. "Ohhh shit," he groaned. I could feel his body tighten, jerk, and then release. "Ahhh," he said still jerking slightly. "Oh shit," he sighed.
I was speechless as I laid there drenched in sweat. Diablo slapped me on the ass and smiled sexily.
"That ass get me every fuckin' time. Mmm Mmm Mmm girl," he said. "I try to hold out, but that mufucka good lil' mama. Damn it's good." He shook his head. "That mufucka was talkin' to me."
I rolled over onto my back and caressed his chest. "Yeah, you did have that mufucka poppin'."
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