Fallin' For a Thug 3

by Lucinda John

  “Thot is a bad word and I don’t want to hear that coming out of your mouth anymore. You hear me?”

  “Yes daddy.”

  “Good, now let’s go because I’m not about to buy you anything else. You lucky I don’t pop you in that smart mouth of yours.” I fussed.

  “Sorry daddy.” she put her head down and started to cry.

  “It’s ok baby, just remember that you’re supposed to respect your elders no matter what.”

  “Ok daddy I will.”

  “Good now let’s go.”

  We were stuck at a red light when I noticed Wanda sitting at the bus stop. I wanted to drive past her, but it looked like it was about to rain and the Good Samaritan in me wouldn’t allow me to leave her there. Honking my horn, I motioned for her to meet me at the curb.

  “What are you doing daddy?” Liyah asked.

  “Liyah chill out.” I snapped causing her to frown.

  “You want a ride home it looks like it’s about to rain.” I said to Wanda.

  “You don’t have to I think the bus will be here in the next ten minutes.” she replied.

  “You sure? It looks like it’s about to pour down.”

  She looked up at the sky then down at her bags and decided to get in the car. When she closed the door she knocked her purse over so I reached over and helped her. My hands accidently brushed against her thigh as I helped her retrieve her wallet and everything else that fell out of her bag. I could feel Liyah’s eyes watching me like a hawk so I sat straight in my sit and drove off.

  “Where you heading to?” I asked.

  “My same spot.”

  “Damn girl it’s been six years, you still live there?”

  “I don’t live in the same exact spot, I moved to the end of the block.” she giggled.

  “Big shit huh?” I smirked.

  “Yeah they actually renovated everything so it looks real nice on that side.”

  “That’s what’s up.” I nodded before looking up at Liyah.

  She was giving me that “oooooh imma tell mommy” look as she gave me a disapproving glare.

  “Thank you for the ride.” Wanda said once I pulled up in front of her house.

  “You’re welcome ma, you right it does look decent on this side.” I said.

  “Yeah they trynta clean up, but on the real it was nice seeing you keep in touch.” she said as she got out the car.

  “I don’t think my mommy would like that very much.” Liyah replied rolling her eyes.

  “I’ll holla at you.” I said waving at Wanda and pulling off.

  “You know I’m telling mommy right.” Liyah sung.

  “Come on you’re going to rat daddy out?” I asked.

  “Yup.”

  “Can we keep this between us?” I begged. I knew I didn’t do anything wrong but Tissa wouldn’t see it that way. This shit was just going to cause unnecessary tension that I wasn’t trying to deal with.

  “Only because I love you and I don’t want you to get in trouble with mommy.” she smiled.

  “Thank you baby girl.”

  When we arrived home La’Tissa was fussing.

  “Khalil I am glad you decided to bring your ass home, why are you throwing this little girl a five thousand dollar sleepover?” She frowned.

  “Come on Tissa not in front of the kids.”

  “Well bring your ass upstairs then.” she snapped.

  I knew if Tissa was cussing in front of the kids then she was pissed. I looked around at the decorations that now replaced the furniture in the family room and I was amazed. The event planner had ten pink light up tents scattered around. She also had personalized slippers, pillows, and blankets for the girls. The take home baskets looked like they cost me money.

  “Come on Tissa it’s just a sleepover.” I said when I walked into our room.

  “Sleepovers don’t cost five thousand dollars Khalil! It doesn’t cost money to have a freaking sleepover, you acting like we ain’t just spend twenty thousand dollars on a frozen birthday party for that little girl!” La’Tissa yelled.

  Majority of our problems came from me spoiling the kids. She hated how Liyah would cry and get whatever she wanted. I felt the need to give Liyah the world for missing out on five years of her life, that’s why I never hesitated to fulfill her every desire.

  “Baby she just wanted to have a better sleepover than one of her friends at school.” I said.

  “This shit is not cool. My daughter is going to grow up thinking shit is supposed to get handed to her. I should march my ass down there and cancel this sleepover.”

  “Come on baby don’t do it to her. I’m sorry ma and it won’t happen again.” I promised grabbing her in my arms.

  “You’re right it’s not going to happen again, Liyah ain’t about to get shit else. No more shopping trips nothing. She want something she’s about to work for it by doing chores around the house.” Tissa finalized.

  “I agree with you baby, now give me kiss.” I smirked.

  “Nah you ain’t about to get no pussy up outta me.” she rolled her eyes.

  “Ma quit playing and bend it over for ya man.”

  “Miss me with all that Khalil.” she said trying to walk out of my embrace.

  Grabbing her by the waist I pushed her up against the bed and pulled her shorts and panties off. Spreading her legs all the way back I took a whiff of her neatly shaven pussy before diving in head first. I licked her clit before grabbing a hold of it sucking on it until she squirmed. She tried to run from my tongue but I pinned her in place and ate her as If I was on death row and she was my last meal. The way I demolished her kitty could have had me going back to jail for animal cruelty.

  “Ohhh Khalil I’m cooooooooooooming.” she sang before filling my mouth up with her wetness.”

  “Turn that ass over.” I said stroking my dick until the veins started bulging out.

  “The girls are about to be here soon.” she fussed.

  “They can wait.” I replied spreading her pussy lips and sticking my dick deep in her.

  “Oh daddy yessssss.” she called out as my dick touched her soul.

  “Mmm fuck me just like that.” she moaned.

  “Like this?” I asked jabbing at her g-spot.

  “Oh- that- that- makes me cuummmmmmmm ohhhhh god I’m cumming again.” she said sounding as if she was speaking in tongues.

  “Damn you made a mess.” I groaned, slipping in and out of her wetness.

  “Where you want me to cum?” I asked.

  “In my mouth daddy.” she purred causing my dick to jump.

  After pounding her guts in for a few minutes bringing her to her third orgasm I pulled my dick out of her pussy and placed it in her mouth. She licked off all her wetness that coated my dick before gently chewing on the head as if it was a piece of bubble gum. She gathered all of her saliva in her mouth and spat it on the tip of my dick causing it to run down my shaft. Her tongue snaked across my skin and she licked and sucked my dick until I was screaming like a little bitch.

  “You sucking this shit huh?” I asked grabbing a handful of her hair.

  “Damn your ass deserve the best dick sucking award.” I groaned feeling my toes curl.

  La’Tissa had her head in my lap doing the damn thing. The way she was sucking on my dick had me questioning who else dick she was sucking. Her mouth piece had me thinking all types of crazy shit as she deep throated me.

  “You better not be sucking no other nigga’s dick like this or I swear I’ma kill you.” I said with my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

  “Oh SHIT!!!!!” I called out as I filled her mouth with my cum.

  She spit the cum back on my dick then slid down on it twerking her pussy on my dick. Her pussy was super wet as it mixed with my cum and her saliva. She rolled her hips as if she was the lead dancer in Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie music video. She held my dick with her pussy muscles and choked the shit out of it until I couldn’t do nothing but coat her walls with my nut. Only La�
��Tissa had the ability to make me cum even though I wasn’t ready to. Fucking around with her I no longer had control over my nuts.

  “Uh uh you better wake your ass up you got a sleepover to host.” La’Tissa snapped just as I was about to make myself comfortable on the bed.

  “Come on bae you wore a nigga out.” I whined.

  “Who told you to start something you knew you couldn’t finish.” she smirked.

  “Damn baby let me take a five minute power nap please.” I begged.

  “Nah nigga go jump in the shower and deal with the girls. I am not about to fool around with a bunch of spoiled six years olds, go on now daddy.” she laughed.

  “I’ma fuck you up watch.”

  “Yeah ok.” she waved me off.

  As tired as I was I continued our sex-a-thon in the shower. When we were done, La’Tissa jumped in the bed leaving me to deal with Liyah and her friends alone. Thank God my mama had the boys because I was about to lose my mind trying to deal with everybody. When I made it downstairs Tosha had them engaged in a game of Monopoly.

  “Good looking out sis.” I said reaching for baby Toshanna.

  “Eww did you wash your hands first? I heard y’all up there.”

  “Shut up I know you smell the Irish Springs on me, now hand me my god baby.” I said grabbing Toshanna.

  Not a day went by that I didn’t think about my nigga. The more I watched his kids grow the more my heart ached. He should have been here to teach his son how to be a man and to show his little girl how a man is supposed to treat her. Instead he had to miss out on everything all because my bitch ass sister was on some fatal attraction type shit. She lucky she died in that plane crash with Gunz or I would have made her ass suffer, blood or not.

  Chapter 8

  La’Tissa

  I sat at my desk looking at NeNe’s picture and again I found myself pissed off. I couldn’t believe my sister would up and leave her daughter like that. I felt stupid for giving Lori a second chance in my life because all she did was cause more pain. Not a day went by that my mama didn’t cry for her trifling ass to come back home. If she knew what was best for her then she better stay where she was at, I had a Creed type of ass whooping for her if she decided to ever show her face.

  “La’Tissa is there anything else you want me to do for you?” my assistant asked.

  “No, thank you. I’m about to get out of here soon you are more than welcome to do the same I’ll still pay you for the day.” I replied.

  “Thank you boss lady, I could really use a pedicure.” she smiled.

  “No problem go do your thing.” I said picking up a few case files from my desk.

  Ever since that incident with me getting date raped by one of my parolee’s, Khalil had been strict about me returning to work. Once he realized that I was too independent to stay home and do nothing then he invested in a probation office. We were technically partners, but he barely did anything but come by the office and bug me to death.

  “Where the fuck is he?” I asked tapping my foot against the floor as I waited for Khalil to pick me up.

  I was being spoiled this morning and decided not to drive my car to work and now I was paying for it. Whenever Khalil got in them streets I was bound to be waiting for his ass all day. I was about to pull out my phone and call my mother to come pick me up when I saw his Benz round the corner.

  “Took your high yellow ass long enough.” I snapped once I opened the door.

  “Chill baby, I had to drop Liyah off to piano lessons.” he replied.

  “Oh shit I forgot all about that.”

  “If you would be a stay at home mom and handle the kids then you would remember little shit like piano lessons and fund raisers.” he snapped.

  “Not today Khalil, I didn’t go to school just for fun. While I can I’m going to work. I never been the type to lie down and you know that. You knew that when you met me so stop trying to change me. I’m able to work, take care of the kids, house and you so that’s all that matters.” I rolled my eyes at him.

  “That smart mouth gon’ get you fucked up.”

  “I’d like to see it too.” I challenged.

  Before he could say anything my phone started to ring. I ended up knocking it down so I had to unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for it. When I was finally able to locate my phone my hand touched something else that I pulled out. My eyes grew as wide as saucers as I looked at the gold condom wrapper.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked Khalil.

  “What is what baby?” he asked with his eyes still focused on the road.

  “This!” I yelled smacking him in the face with the condom.

  “Aye man chill the fuck out!” he snapped pulling over.

  “Why the fuck you got condoms in your car Khalil?”

  “Hell if I know that shit ain’t mine.”

  “Then who the fuck does it belongs to?” I asked.

  “Man that’s probably Dre’s shit. It must have fell out of his pocket the other day.” he replied, getting back on the road and heading home.

  “Khalil you must take me for boo boo the fucking fool, if you think I’ma buy that bullshit ass story.”

  “That has to be the only logical thing I ain’t fucking no bitch behind your back if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “I can’t believe this shit!” I laughed just to stop the tears.

  “Baby I know you don’t think that shit is for me.”

  “I don’t know what to think Khalil this shit seem real suspect to me.”

  “Come on now bae you know I don’t even get down like that.”

  “You was fucking Belinda behind my back so I don’t put shit past you.” I said slamming his car door and walking towards the house.

  I stormed to our bedroom and furiously ripped my pants suit off my body. I wanted to believe that the condom wasn’t Khalil’s but it wasn’t as if he was a saint. He did his fair share of dirt in our relationship therefore making trust still an issue between us. I was deep in my thoughts when Khalil walked in the room and grabbed me by my waist.

  “Let me go Khalil I’m not in the mood.” I spat.

  “Baby listen to me that condom ain’t mine.”

  “How would you feel if you found a condom in my car?”

  “I would have been fucking you up right now.” he replied.

  “Well move before I get tempted to fuck you up.”

  “Why you ain’t listening to me man?”

  “Because I don’t want to hear shit you got to say. Here is your condom, matter of fact let me keep it. I might be able to make good use out of it.” I smirked.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” he said grabbing me by the throat.

  “Let me the fuck go!” I screamed

  “No repeat that fly shit you was talking.” he mushed me causing me to fall backwards.

  “You got me fucked up!” I yelled smacking his ass hard across the face.

  “Get the fuck back before I really put hands on your dumb ass.”

  “The only thing dumb about me was thinking your ass was shit, you’s a fuck boy!” I yelled smacking him again.

  WHAP!

  Khalil smacked me back causing me to see stars.

  “You fucking hit me, your dumb ass hit me. Oh hell nah you about to die!” I yelled running to the closet. I quickly hit the code to my gun safe and pulled my lil’ baby out.

  “Tissa man put that gun away before you fuck around and hurt somebody.” he sighed.

  “Oh I’m getting ready to hurt your trifling ass, you actually put your hands on me? Oh fuck that!” I said checking my gun and making sure it was loaded.

  “Get the fuck off of me!” I yelled once Khalil tackled me to the bed.

  “Give me this shit.” he said taking the gun out of my hand and emptying out the bullets. “You need to calm your little ass down.”

  “No, you just hit me. You get caught fucking around and you want to put your hands on me?” I cried, upset that he would smack me.
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  “Baby I’m sorry that was my reflexes I had no intentions on hitting you.” he apologized.

  “Why is there a condom in your car Khalil?” I asked him again fearing the truth.