A Kingpin's Dream 2: Forever Ain't Enough

by Briana Crosby

  “Aight cusso, thank you,” I quickly hung up without waiting for a response. I got what I wanted so I ain’t need to talk to Persia’s ass no more. I was already downtown and for some reason that address sounded familiar. I plugged the numbers into my GPS system and it said that I was exactly 3 minutes from the exact location. I started the car and began my special adventure. I had been thinking about her nonstop since I had seen her. She was clouding my thoughts and I couldn’t understand why. I needed to know her. I needed her to be mine, I needed for us to become one. It was crazy for me to think like this but she was in fact my dream. Something that I had no idea I was waiting for and now since she was in the flesh I had to have her. I didn’t give a fuck about her having a baby, I was willing to step up and be a stepdad if need be. I pulled up to the location and scoped out the area. It was far from the place I dropped her off at nights ago, which meant she really didn’t want a nigga to know her location. I placed my gun in my waist just in case she had a nigga up there sleeping with her. Too bad for him because I wasn’t going no fucking where. I was really Mr. Take your girl tonight and I didn’t give a fuck. I walked up to her house and tried to peek inside, it was dark and I couldn’t see anything so I walked up to her door and started banging. I didn’t want to wake the baby but I needed her to know I was outside. I waited a couple seconds before I decided to do something else. I looked around on the ground and found a few rocks laying on the ground.

  Miracle

  I was laying down listening to music with my son laying in my arms. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize something was being thrown at my window. I stared at it for a while and nothing happened then as soon as I turned my head a bigger rock hit it. I laid my son down and took my earphones out my ears. I had just moved into this apartment and I’ll be damned if I had to pay for a broken window because some low life wanted to be funny. I slowly walked towards the window and saw Turk picking up a big ass boulder. This nigga was about to launch that shit through my window. Crazy wasn’t even the fucking word for his ass. I banged on the window letting him know he had my attention. He smiled with the rock still in his hand. I slipped on my sandals and looked at my son one more time before I headed downstairs. Before I got to my door I wanted to make sure my appearance was up to par, I checked myself out in the downstairs bathroom. Once I was satisfied with the way I looked, I raced to my front door ready to go off on his ass for being disrespectful. I opened the door and all of his trucks doors were open. He dropped the big ass rock and walked over to me. I was taken aback because he was persistent as hell. I had never had a man do all this before just to get my attention. I admit I was mean for giving him the wrong number, but since I never had this happen to me before I kind of liked the chase. It made me feel wanted. He had a serious look on his face. It was scary but I stood my ground and stared back. His hands gently touched my face as Ginuwine – Stingy still blasted loudly through the speakers. He was silent. He didn’t need to say anything because that song spoke for him, it said everything he was saying at that moment. He wanted me and deep down I wanted him.

  You're the only one, with the only love

  That's strong enough to claim me

  So please forgive me, I'm just stingy

  But how can you blame me…

  “Why the fuck you playing with me Miracle? Did you really think I wasn’t gone be able to find you? You played a nigga the other night and you standing her like you don’t give a fuck.” He chuckled as he shook his head. “We gone do this shit like this, tell me you don’t fucking want me and then I’ll leave you alone for good. Tell me you don’t want me Miracle and I won’t fuck with you no more ma, say those fucking words,” he pleaded. His eyes searched mine as he searched for his own answer. I was afraid, afraid that I would get hurt again. Afraid to put my heart on the line for a man only for him to hurt me again. I wanted to say I didn’t want him so bad but I couldn’t, because I did. I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. He clouded my thoughts since I had first laid eyes on him but I needed him to realize I wasn’t just an ordinary bitch he could play with. I knew my worth and I wanted him to know it as well. I was sick of settling for less. As the music continued to play my eyes began to water. God please help me, I thought as he stared at me as if he was trying to find my soul. I slowly shook my head up and down. “Speak that shit Miracle, I want to hear you say you fucking want me,” he yelled. I looked over and seen my neighbor who happened to be an older woman walking towards us swinging her cane. “Turn that damn music off and take your ass in the house.” She yelled. Turk looked at her as if she was crazy. I was still in deep thought, yet I could hear everything that was going on. “You better stop swinging that cane in my face fam, I will drop your old ass. I will get my Grams to beat your ass,” Turk yelled. The old woman seemed surprise by his reaction. She probably didn’t expect him to react that way. She simply turned around and started to walk back home. Turk looked at me again and I began laughing. “You are something else,” I said as I stared at him. He was so handsome. He had on a black True Religion shirt with black baggy True Religion jeans that sagged off his ass just a little. He wasn’t sporting any jewelry at all. The black leather Timberlands that he rocked gave him that extra thug appeal. Turk was definitely my type and I would be lying if I said I was ok with another woman getting the attention he was giving me.

  “You gone answer my damn question or not Miracle,” he asked in an irritated tone.

  “Yes, Turk, I want you just as bad as you want me,” I blurted out, surprised that I said that out loud. A grin formed on his face as he ran his hand down my arm. It sent a chill down my spine and gave me goosebumps. The Chicago wind-chill wasn’t helping either because my nipples grew hard through my shirt. I caught Turk staring at them as if he wanted to fondle them, but knowing Turk I’m sure he did.

  “Can I please come in? I don’t have a place to stay,” he said as he licked his lips. At first I was hesitant, but then I remembered I wasn’t doing anything anyway. I stepped aside as he walked in. I exhaled and prayed to God I didn’t regret this decision.

  “Turk!!” I yelled.

  He looked back at me as I pointed to his car. He had forgotten to turn that loud ass music off and close the doors.

  “Damn,” he mumbled as he quickly ran and turned the car off, he also locked the doors, and jogged back towards me. “You see what you do to a nigga, you made me forget to fucking turn my car off ma. You see what I’m saying?” He shook his head as he entered my home.

  I turned on the flat screen that sat on my wall as I went into the kitchen to make some popcorn. I popped it in the microwave then ran upstairs to check on my son, Kenneth. He was still sound asleep in my room and I was glad because I was afraid he would have woken up with all that loud music Turk was playing earlier. Before I could turn around to go back downstairs, I was startled because Turk was behind me just staring at me.

  “Who’s in there?” he asked coldly.

  “My son, he’s sleeping.”

  “Can I see him?” I was thrown off with that question. I didn’t want him to see my baby if he wasn’t planning to be in his life, I didn’t want my son meeting him either. I didn’t want my baby getting confused. Turk suddenly brushed past me and opened the door stepping into my room. He walked up to my bed and watched him. “He must look like his pops because he don’t look like your ass,” he said as he placed the covers correctly over his body and laid his favorite spider man toy beside him. “How old is he, Miracle?”

  “He’s two years old,” I answered. I was loving the sight before me. Kenneth’s dad was not existent. He left me as soon as Kenneth was born so I had been by myself this whole time. I was doing everything I could to provide for my baby. With the help of my mom, he had everything he needed and more. He walked towards me and stood in front of me. The only thing you could hear in the room was the sound of Kenneth’s breathing. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me as if this was the last kiss we would ever share between one a
nother. The kiss was so intense that I pulled away into the bedroom wall. I stared at him as I breathed heavily. I didn’t want to ruin this moment but I also didn’t want it to go further than it needed to.

  “I think the popcorn’s ready, we should go downstairs now,” I said as I left the room. I didn’t wait for an answer. I rushed down the steps and into the kitchen. As I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, I could feel his presence behind me. I turned around swiftly only to be met with an angry looking Turk in the doorway.

  “Do you want a separate bowl or do you want to share with me?” I tried to shift the mood, but it wasn’t working. He still stood there staring at me as I stood behind the counter, uncomfortable as ever. He began to walk over to where I was with that angry look still plastered on his face. Turk suddenly picked me up and sat me on the counter. He snatched the bowl out of my hand and threw it across the room.

  “I’m not about to sit here and fucking play with you. You can’t kiss me now? Is this what you want, Miracle, because I can tell you now I ain’t never chased a bitch and I’m not about to fucking start yo,” he said angrily. I went off and smacked the shit out of his ass.

  “How dare you call me a bitch? Nigga get the fuck out my damn house!” I yelled. He touched his face and licked his lips as he smiled at me. He began kissing my neck as he pinned my hands down on the marble countertop. I hadn’t been touched in so long and believe me when I say Turk was feeling so good right about now. I just didn’t want to move this fast with him. I needed to know more about him before I decided to share my body with him. I prayed to God to stop what was now happening, and as if my prayers were answered.

  “Mommy!” Kenneth yelled as he rubbed his eyes with one hand and held his spider man toy in the other. Turk looked at him and backed away, I quickly got off of the counter and picked him up.

  “Mommy, who is that?” he said as he pointed to Turk. “Wassup lil man, I’m Turk.”

  “What were you doing to my Mommy?” Turk looked at me as if he didn’t know what to say.

  “Baby, he was giving mommy a hug, that’s all,” I said as I looked at Turk.

  “Me want a hug,” Kenneth extended his arms toward Turk. Turk seemed frightened at first and looked at me for reassurance. I nodded my head and he grabbed Kenneth.

  “Wassup lil man?” Turk said as he walked out of the kitchen with his head on his shoulder. He started bouncing him slightly and patting his back so that he could go to sleep again. Within minutes, that’s exactly what happened. Turk tried to lay him on the couch but he woke up and instantly started crying.

  “Come on baby, so I can put you back in bed. I tried to reach for him, but he wouldn’t come, he wanted Turk and started to cry when I tried to take him. I was hurt but the look on Turk’s face resembled that of someone winning the lottery.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about lil man,” he said as she stuck his tongue out at me. “Where his room at so I can take him upstairs?”

  “Next to my room, you’ll know it’s his because he has Spiderman everything in there.” Turk carefully walked upstairs so that he wouldn’t wake him. I stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for him to come back down. I was so thankful I didn’t have school tomorrow because it was basically five am in the morning. Turk suddenly emerged at the top of the steps and looked at his watch. As he walked down he smiled at me.

  “I’m liking lil man already, we gon get along just fine.”

  “He’s never did that to me. I was really hurt,” I laughed.

  “Don’t be ma, but aye! I got to go handle some business, but I wanted to know if you wanted to go to Cuba for the weekend. Everybody going,” Turk asked.

  “I don’t have a passport, plus I can’t leave Kenneth with my mom like that.”

  “You don’t need a passport ma, plus your mom and Kenneth can come too. It’s a family gathering at my uncle’s house! Kind of like a family reunion.”

  “Turk, it’s Wednesday, you said it’s happening this weekend. I don’t have summer clothes that cute enough to go to Cuba,” I lied.

  “Don’t worry about clothes or anything. I got you! Just come with me aight,” he pleaded. I was sitting up here making excuses for a man who wanted to take me on a three day trip to Cuba. Hell yeah I was going with him, and I’m sure my mom would be excited to go as well.

  “I’ll go, Turk, I’ll go!” I said excitedly.

  “Then it’s settled. I can pick you up here or you and Kenneth can come to my house and we go from there.,” he stated seriously.

  “Fine.” I smiled at him as he pressed the number keys in his phone, my phone suddenly started to ring and I began to laugh. “How did you get my real number, Turk?.”

  “Persia gave it to me, I’m just making sure its real because you played a nigga last time,” he said as he kissed me and walked to the door.

  “Bye baby,” I yelled as I watched him walk to his car. He winked at me before he got in. I watched him pull off as I smiled to myself. He was definitely going to be my man.

  RAMSES

  It was Wednesday morning, I got up and walked down stairs because I smelled food. I walked into the kitchen and saw Persia with my T-shirt on while talking on the phone as she whisked some eggs. Persia was getting thicker by the day since she had been pregnant and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass. I walked over to her and slapped that ass hard. She quickly turned around and placed the phone against her T-shirt so no one would be able to hear what she was about to say next.

  “ Ramses, what the hell, you can’t be sneaking up on me like that,” she rolled her eyes and turned back around. I slapped her ass again and she pushed me away. I walked right up and hugged her from behind as I kissed her neck.

  “Girl I’m sorry I gave him your address, but he begged me to…… He crazy ass fuck boo, you ain’t know?” she laughed. My hands trailed down to her pussy as I began to massage it.

  “OH, Ramsesm” she moaned into the phone. She tried to pry my hands off of her, but I was determined to get some of my pussy before I left the house.

  “Hang up the fuckin phone then, cause I ain’t stopping,” I said as I sucked on her neck harder. Persia didn’t take the warning I had given her seriously because she was still talking on the phone. I bent her over the counter top and placed one of her legs on the counter. “I warned you ma,” I said as I chuckled. She tried to get up, but I placed my hand on her back and slowly slid my dick in. I pulled it out and slid it in again.

  “Ramses, please baby,” she begged as she held the phone. I could hear the person on the other end trying to get her attention. She looked back at me and I glared at her ass, daring her to speak into that fucking phone. She quickly hung up and began to moan my name loudly as I thrusted harder into her pussy. Pregnant pussy had to be the best fucking thing on this earth because I couldn’t keep my dick out of her.

  “Fuck P,” I groaned as I fucked her harder. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back. “You gon’ start listening to daddy, Persia?” I asked.

  “Fuck yes baby, I’m going to listen to you. I’m going to listen to you baby I promise. I fucking promise,” she screamed. I pulled out of her and slapped her on the ass.

  “Go over there and turn those fuckin sausages,” I commanded. She did as she was told, as she cooked I propped her leg up again and slowly fucked her.

  “Feed me some eggs,” I said trying to contain my laughter.

  She scooped some eggs up in a spoon. She tried to turn around as best as she could. She fed me the eggs and continued to moan as I slowly thrusted in and out of her. I pulled out again and told her to get on her knees. She knew exactly what to do as she placed her hand around my dick and sucked on the tip. I leaned my head back as she tried to swallow all of my dick. My baby was going ham. She was a rookie at first, but now she was a pro. She knew how to suck my dick just the way I liked it.

  “Fuck P, damn baby,” I groaned.

  I grabbed a fist full of her hair as I watched my dick disappear in her mou
th. I was literally on the verge of coming, but before I could do that I needed to eat some pussy. I was trying to rush because I had a conference call with pops in about thirty minutes. I lifted her off the ground and sat her back on the counter.

  “Open ya legs,” I demanded.

  Persia spread her legs as far as she could. I massaged her clit with my thumb. Her pussy was so fucking pretty and perfect. I bent down and took one hard lick from her opening to her clit. My tongue flicked rapidly as I stared at her making faces and scratching at the counter. A nigga was loving the sight before me.

  “Ramses, baby, your tongue feels so fucking good,” she yelled. She grinded her hips into my face as I made love to her pussy with my tongue. I sat up and stuck my tongue in her mouth, before I could continue our doorbell rang. Persia looked at me and tried to get off the counter. “Nah, where the fuck you going?” I said sliding my dick back in her. I was determined to bust this nut. I needed to have a good day today, if I didn’t shit could turn deadly. “Baby, somebody is at the door and you’re still trying to fuck me….Oh god Ramses, just like that,” she moaned. I found myself laughing because I had Persia. She was mine, she was never going anywhere. The doorbell rang several times followed by banging. Whoever was at my door better had been family because I was about to put two in their fucking heads.

  I let off inside of Persia and slapped her on the ass as she hopped off the counter.

  “Go get cleaned up,” I said as I walked to the door. I watched her ass jiggle as she disappeared up the stairs. As I unlocked the door I could hear Turk on the other side talking some crazy shit.

  “Open the door nigga, I can see your big ass through the damn window!” He yelled. I laughed as I opened the door and saw him getting his ass beat by Grams with a newspaper she had picked up off my lawn. “Boy….what… did…I… tell… you… about… that… damn… cussing?”

  “Damn Grams, your ass got to chill fam, you about to have a heart attack,” Turk said laughing his ass off.