by Natavia
Royal wasn’t saying much. He had been grilling Domo from the moment he came in.
“Yo, you good?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Listen closely and you can hear it hiss. I don’t trust too many motherfuckers,” Royal replied. He in so many words said that Domo was a snake. I always thought that nigga was a little off too! But O’Shea said he been rocking with him. I waved it off because O’Shea knew that nigga better than what we did.
“Where is Britain?” I asked O’Shea. She had never missed any of his events. Even when she was pregnant she still supported him.
“Somewhere around here with Tejah! Matter of fact, there they go on the dance floor. Britain better not show her ass off again. I’m choking her ass if she do. That shit with her dancing on the table ended up on Instagram. I’m mad about that shit,” O’Shea said.
I looked on the dance floor. Tejah was grinding her ass on some dude. The nigga she was dancing with wrapped his arms around her waist as she grinded harder onto his dick. I leaned back in my seat then sipped my henny as I watched her. She wasn’t my shorty but I felt disrespected. Tejah wanted me to be jealous. I’m sure she knew I was there. I had something for her though, she kept trying to play me.
“Nigga, what are you getting swole for?” Royal asked me.
“Tejah is out there pants rubbing on the dance floor,” Kenjay said.
“She isn’t my woman. I don’t care about that shit,” I lied.
“Nigga, stop fronting! We been talking and you just been sitting there starring at her. Shorty or not, I would yank her ass off that dance floor. You took her around the family and had her playing with your daughter. Nigga, you feeling some type of way,” Kenjay said.
“Damn, nigga, you got a daughter? Why you don’t bring her around the kids and shit when we all link up?” Corey asked.
“That’s because I don’t have a daughter!” I said.
“He deny her cause her mama looks like a monkey,” Sameer said.
“Her mama is a monkey! Y’all are some dumb-ass niggas,” I said to my cousins.
“I’m not feeling this shit! Y’all niggas over here talking about fucking monkeys,” Rico said. I grilled him.
“Sheba is my pet, a damn capuchin monkey,” I told them.
“Oh, word? How did you get one of those? I been looking for one,” Corey said.
“Nigga, shut the hell up! Tee-Tee isn’t going to let you bring a damn monkey in the house. You already know that,” Royal said. Corey waved him off. I gave Corey the number he could call to get one shipped here to the U.S.
I looked back on the dance floor and Tejah had her arms wrapped around the nigga as she slow grinded against him. I got up from my seat then headed down to the lower level. When the DJ played O’Shea’s song “Gunplay” the crowd went hype. Tejah started dancing harder like she wanted to fuck the nigga. Britain watched me as I walked towards Tejah. It was too late to warn her. I grabbed Tejah by her hips, pulling her away from the nigga she was dancing with.
“What the fuck!” she said. When she realized it was me she looked embarrassed.
“Damn, nigga, what are you blocking for?” the nigga she was dancing with asked me.
“What fuck are you going to do about it, nigga?” I asked, stepping up in his face. He peeped game then walked off. A nigga can tell if you are a bitch-ass nigga or not. He already knew what was up.
“Damn it, Shine,” Tejah said.
“Leave out of the club, Tejah,” I told her.
“No! Nigga, you ain’t my damn man!” she spat.
“But you want me to be, right?” I asked her. She blushed then looked away from me.
“Plus, I don’t have to be your man! When I ask you to do something, you say, ‘Yes, Shynaire.’ Now, get the fuck out! When I leave here I want you to be at my house in my bed! I want you!” I told her, putting her hand on my dick. She bit her bottom lip then I gripped her ass.
“So, what are you going to do? I’m grown over here, shorty, and these little games are over with. You got my attention and even made a nigga a little jealous! I let you have that! You won your little game you was playing but now that shit is dead!” I said to her.
“Give me the key and the security code to the gate,” she said with an attitude. I gave her the code and the key. I’d been around Tejah long enough to know I could trust her. Even when we wasn’t kicking it, I knew she wasn’t a shady female.
“I’m only doing this because I miss Sheba,” she said walking off.
After I finished drinking and smoking, we headed out a few hours later.
When I got home, I checked on Sheba. She was asleep on her bed inside her cage with a blanket. Tejah really treated her like a baby! I went up the stairs into the master bedroom and Tejah was watching TV.
“What are you watching?” I asked her.
“Big Freedia. I love his ass. I’m going to meet him one day,” she said. I looked to see who she was talking about and all I saw was a nigga shaking his ass.
“Put on ‘SportsCenter’! I’m home now and I’m not watching that shit!” I said taking off of my shirt.
“How much do you weigh, Shine?” Tejah asked me.
“Two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, why?”
“You look like you weigh more!” she said.
“All muscle, shorty! I work out twice a day, seven days a week,” I replied.
“I need to work out to get rid of some of this fat!” she said patting her stomach.
“Nooooo, don’t do that! I love that shit I be squeezing! You are nice and thick! Never change your womanly curves for nobody! Plus, those child-bearing hips be having a nigga weak!” I said, smirking.
I stripped down naked and Tejah just stared at me. I made my dick jump and it smacked against my leg.
“You are not all of that!” she said.
“I am to you though!” I lay on top of her, kissing her.
“What’s up though, Tejah? We still haven’t talked about what my mother said. When I tried to talk to you about it you shut me off and ignored me,” I said.
“It was a few years ago. I was out with one of my friends and she said we were going to a party with some guys. I was hot in my ass and flirted a lot at that time. We ended up at this rich kid’s house and they had all kinds of shit like e-pills, weed, Percocet, anything you can name. So, me not being in the right state of my mind, I took one of the guys into the room. His parents came home and busted in on us. His mother called the cops and said we were prostitutes that preyed on her son. He was only fifteen, me and my friend was eighteen. They lied about their age. Those niggas looked older than we did! Anyway, they pinned the pills and weed on us. I was on house arrest for a year. My parents were so ashamed of me that they stopped talking to me for months. I was never a prostitute!” she said, wiping a tear from her eye.
“I like you, Tejah. Everyone has a past. I wasn’t always living like this. My father died and this just fell into my lap. Don’t let my mother get you down and make you feel like you are worthless. You are a threat to her because you have someone interested in you that isn’t just looking for wet pussy. My mother never had a nigga love her. Every man she been with only used her for sex and she used them for money. But fuck her! What’s up with us though?” I asked, sliding my hand between her legs. She gasped as my finger entered her.
“What if I’m not good enough for you, Shynaire?” she asked between moans.
“We have a lot of time to figure that out. But if I didn’t think you were, I wouldn’t have left you in my home while I wasn’t here,” I replied. I took her bra off and her breasts sprang out. I hungrily took the left nipple into my mouth as my fingers played in her pussy. She moaned my name as she grinded onto my hand.
“Shorty, you better not come yet,” I demanded.
“I can’t help it! Damn, your body feels good against mine,” she said. She slid her hand up my arm then wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I’m going to be honest with you. I’m n
ot trying to do all of this mushy lovemaking right now. No offense, Tejah, but a nigga been drinking! I need to pound into some pussy!” I said, getting up to grab a condom. When I turned around Tejah’s thong was off, legs spread. Her fat pussy lips glistened with wetness. She rubbed her fingers in it then opened her legs wider. I rolled the condom on then pulled her to the edge of the bed.
I bent her legs back, pinning her down. Her knees were digging into her breasts. I rubbed the tip of my dick down her slit then slowly entered her tight walls. She gasped then whimpered.
“Relax, Tejah, damn,” I said, stretching her open wider.
“I’m trying but you got me in this position where I can feel all dick! The shit hurts,” she said. I pushed further into her then smacked her inner thigh.
“Relax that shit and let me in! Damn, Tejah stop being stingy!” I bit my bottom lip as her pussy pulled me in deeper. She started moaning.
“That’s it, shorty!” I said as I worked myself in and out of her. I looked down and almost bust one off as I watched Tejah’s fat pussy swallow my dick. I pulled out; her wetness dripped from the condom.
“Damn, this shit is good!” I said, pushing back into her.
“Fuck me, baby!” she moaned.
I pushed her legs further back as I dipped into her. She squealed then squeezed her breast. I pulled out only leaving the tip in then I shoved it further into her. She tightened her muscles around me. I started splashing into her pussy.
“You big dick fucker! Oh my God, Shynaire! You are tearing me open!” she cried as she gripped me tighter. I pounded into her good; her body shook. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her moans went mute. Her titties bounced then her legs jerked with warm liquid gushing out of her pussy.
“That’s right, shorty! Squirt on that dick!” I coached her. I pulled out then kissed her pussy. She gripped my head then moaned loudly. I opened her legs wide like a “V” as I fucked her with my tongue.
“AARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned squirting in my mouth. I flicked my tongue across her clit in a fast-like motion as I slid two fingers in her ass. She fucked my face, drowning me with her wetness. I almost choked. I never had pussy this wet! I flipped her over on her stomach then spread her cheeks. I entered her pussy from the back. She gripped the sheets pulling them halfway off. Sweat ran down her back. Her hair stuck to her neck.
I gripped her two ass cheeks as my dick moved in and out of her. I brought my hand down spanking her ass. I bent her legs up by the ankles with one hand as my other hand gripped her waist. She burst into tears! I knew the shit hurt but Tejah had to get used to the dick!
“Babbbbyyyyyyy, it hurts! It hurts!” She pulled the sheets off the bed.
“Shut up, Tejah! Throw that ass back! If it hurts you wouldn’t be coming so hard on my dick! Damn, you wet!” I grunted slapping her ass. She raised her butt, taking more of me.
“That’s right, beautiful! Welcome daddy! Arch that ass up just like that, shorty! Umph, that’s it, fuck this dick back, Tejah!” I said, letting her legs go then pulled her hair. She threw her ass back into me, tightening up her muscles. My knees buckled! Tejah got me right where she wanted me. I pulled her hair harder then she started creaming on my dick. Her wetness ran down my nuts.
I smacked her ass again. “Don’t you come yet!” I said, drilling into her with one of my legs up on the bed giving me access to drill her spot over and over as she screamed. She almost burst my eardrum.
“I’m ready to bust!” I said speeding up as the bed shook.
“ARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned then whimpered as she squirted again. I was right behind her biting my lip. I found myself moaning her name as my dick swelled then filled the condom up. I collapsed on top of her. Our sweaty bodies was almost stuck together.
I stood up and Tejah was snoring. I smacked her ass and she didn’t budge. I went into the bathroom, flushed the condom then ran her a bath. I put some Dr. Teals muscle relief salt beads into the tub. I turned on the massage jets then added some coconut oil.
I shook her and she still wouldn’t budge. I picked her up as she lightly snored. I sat her in the tub; she woke up.
“Oh, this feels good! My pussy hurts badly. I’m not fucking you for a few weeks,” she said as her head lazily fell back. I shook her.
“Wake up before you fall asleep and go under the water,” I said.
“I feel like I’m drunk and high!” she said giggling.
“That’s good piping!” I said chuckling then hopped into the shower while she took her bath. An hour or so later, we both was out of the bathroom. While she put lotion on her body in the chair, I changed the sheets on the bed.
She slid under the covers naked and I slid beside her. As, soon as her head hit my chest she was snoring. I fell asleep after her.
I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. The sun beamed into my room. Tejah’s smooth caramel skin glistened as the sunrays brightened her skin. Her hair was spread across the pillow and her leg was hanging out of the bed. Tejah slept crazy. I slid on some baller shorts then went down the stairs. It was my mother. I forgot to change the code when I got new locks.
“What do you want?” I asked, opening the door. She charged in.
“Where is that little hooker?” she asked, walking towards the stairs. She knew Tejah was here because her car was parked around the front. I walked in front of her to block her from going up the steps.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Last time I checked, I’m your son, not your damn man! Get the hell out of my house! Why does it matter who I’m fucking anyway? You know, I’m starting find this shit to be incest. You act like I’m fucking you and you are my fucking mother!” I said to her. She slapped my face.
“How dare you talk to me like I’m one of these ghetto-ass tramps! I did a lot for you to make sure you had a perfect life! All she wants is to get pregnant by you!” she said.
“Get the fuck out of my house! NOW!” I said, grabbing her by the arm. She yanked away from me.
“You are making what you stand for look bad! She is ghetto trash and I will not accept her,” she fussed.
Tejah came down the steps in my t-shirt with her nipples pressed against it. Her skin glowed from the sex we had last night. She stood on her tippy toes then kissed my lips.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “What do you want for breakfast baby?” she asked me as I hugged her back. My mother rolled her eyes.
Tejah looked at my mother then rolled her eyes as well.
“Great, Shine. You have your little welfare girlfriend giving me ugly faces,” she said.
“Get the hell out of my house, Ma. Don’t bring your ass back here,” I said to her.
“You don’t talk to your mother like that!” she yelled.
“You don’t treat your son like he is your fucking man! When you start acting like my mother then I will respect you! Now, get the hell out!” I said.
“Fine! I hope nothing happens to her like it did to Talisha! What a tragedy that was.” She smirked then walked out of the house, flipping her hair. Something was up with her!
“Thanks, baby!” I said to Tejah for ignoring her.
“You are welcome! Now, get your sexy ass over here,” she said, getting onto the kitchen island. She spread her legs then beckoned me to come to her. Her swollen lips called out to me.
“It’s sore, Shynaire. I want you to kiss it for me,” she said, pouting her lips and twirling her hair around her finger. I sat down on a barstool between her legs. I pulled her to the edge as she lay down. I feasted between her legs as her moans and screams echoed throughout the kitchen. She served me breakfast.
Britain
We were having a girls-only dinner at my house. We were planning a big fashion show. Tejah was teaching Cam how to cat walk. Tee-Tee and Latavia were going over the outfits. I was on the phone talking to a decorator. The fashion show was a month away and I was also planning my wedding. In eight weeks I was finally going to marry O’Shea! I was
nervous and excited!
“What are you over there smiling for?” Tee-Tee asked me.
“Girl, thinking about this wedding! I cannot wait!” I said smiling.
“I can’t wait until Kenjay stop tripping and just ask me to be his shorty again. He and I are supposed to get married too,” Latavia said.
“Wait. Y’all still aren’t back together?” Cam asked her.
“Nope! That nigga is stubborn. He doesn’t even give me the dick. We fucked once since we broke up. He popped over my house and gave me the long dick. After that, he hasn’t come on to me since. Then one night after he left his grandma’s house, I was all sexy waiting on him. He came home, got into bed and didn’t even touch me. The nigga told me he wasn’t in the mood after he gave me the impression he wanted some. What if he doesn’t love me anymore?” Latavia asked. I threw a pen at her.
“I wish you would shut the hell up! Kenjay loves you. He’s still mad at how you did him for those few months!” I said.