There was something about his cockiness that grabbed my attention. I swear my pussy was throbbing as if it needed a good dose of dick-whipping.
I’m not gon’ sit up here and act like I didn’t want to fuck. Shit, it’d been awhile and I wanted him as bad as he wanted me. We decided to get a room at the Budget Inn and Suites on Memorial Drive. I was a little surprised that he didn’t take me to his apartment, but he told me his roommate was there. I kind of understood.
After we got there, he rolled up a blunt he had and we smoked it together. I’d had weed before when I was younger, but I hadn’t smoked in a while. I also drank a cup of pink Moscato that he had bought earlier. It didn’t take me long to start feeling the effects of the weed and the alcohol. Straight up, I wanted to fuck. I guessed he felt the same way, ’cause he started rubbing on my thighs. The touch of his rough hands sent chills up my spine and between my legs. I had to use everything in me to stop from coming before he gave me the dick. Things got heated when he got up and knelt down in front of me and spread my legs apart. Something in me wanted him to stop, but then again my body was screaming, bitch, stop tripping.
Seconds later, I was stripped butt-ass naked and homeboy’s head was buried deep down in my pussy. He sucked harder as I ground down on his tongue. “Aargh,” I screamed in ecstasy.
The man made love to my pussy as if he was a pussy artist. He had me screaming all kinds of obscenities as he sucked and nibbled on my clit. I couldn’t hold it anymore so I exploded in his mouth. Even then he didn’t ease up; instead, he just licked up my juices and continued sucking.
“Can you make love to me now?” I pleaded.
“I got you, ma,” he said.
I watched as he pulled out a condom and placed it on his dick. I was eager to get fucked so I pulled him down toward me. I groaned as he entered my tight, slippery pussy.
“Aargh, you tight as fuck,” he mentioned.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I bit down on my lip as he worked my middle. I tell you the boy was well endowed and he knew how to use it. He fucked me so damn good that I exploded on his dick multiple times. It didn’t take any time for him to cum. I was kind of disappointed by that because I wanted more.
I got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash off. My pussy was sore from him beating my walls down, but I enjoyed every bit of it. I hoped him busting so soon was just a one-time thing because the dick was too good for him not to be able to go longer.
When I got back in the room, he was lying there smoking another blunt so I sat down beside him.
“You good, ma? I hope I didn’t damage that good-good,” he joked.
“I’m straight. I am little tired though.”
“Listen, B, I’m feeling you on some real shit and I would love to make you my girl.”
“Really? I thought you said something earlier about having a girl,” I quizzed him.
“I’ma keep it one hundred with you. I got a baby mama but we ain’t together.”
“Really? You got kids? How many?” I wasn’t feeling that shit at all.
“Yeah, I got two little girls with shorty. But like I said she ain’t nothing but my baby mama.”
“I know one thing: I ain’t got time for no baby mama drama and all that.”
“Listen, B, you gon’ be wit’ me, not my baby mama or my kids. Just me,” he tried to convince me.
Where the fuck is all the single dudes? Just when I think I found Mr. Right, he got to have kids and baby mama.
“Listen, I want a chick like you: beautiful and educated. My baby mama don’t want to do shit outside of having babies and partying. Twice she told me that she was on the pill, and she ended up pregnant. After that I was out. I want to get my degree and go places, you feel me?”
“I hear you. I just need time to think about all this. ’Cause I ain’t got time for no loudmouth chick coming at me over her baby daddy. God knows I ain’t got the patience.”
“A’ight, fair enough. Anyway I got to bounce. I got some things to handle.”
“Really? I thought we had the room for the night,” I said as I looked at him.
“Damn, ma, I’m sorry. I just got some things to handle. I tell you what, I will make it up to you next weekend. We can go away to someplace nice. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go.”
I was kind of upset. I just fucked this nigga and now he had to leave. I remained quiet though because we had just started talking and I didn’t want him to think I was a big crybaby.
I got dressed and he dropped me off at home. Before I exited the car, he held on to my hand. “Tiana, I want you and I’m going to get you.”
“I hear you,” I said before I opened the car door.
He got out, walked me to my door, and stood outside until I went inside. I flopped down on my bed daydreaming about what transpired between us. I was really feeling him and I know I wanted him. To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck about his baby mama. I wasn’t tryin’a to fuck her and it wasn’t like I knew the bitch anyways. I was determined to make him my nigga. I just didn’t want to come off as thirsty. I was ready to settle down and he was the perfect candidate.
CHAPTER THREE
Ayana
I was sick and tired of going through a rough life. I mean ever since I was young, I struggled. I can’t sit up here and lie and say that Mama wasn’t there because she was. Most days her ass was drunk or just going through some mental shit. After my father left Mama, she just slipped into a depression. I felt so sorry for her to the point that I wanted to find that nigga and kill him.
Things got even worse when my best friend/sister came to live with us. It was already bad on us, but I couldn’t turn her away. I knew her stepdaddy was tryin’a fuck her and her no-good-ass mama wasn’t tryin’a stop it either. How could I say no to her? Even though I ended up regretting that I saved that ho.
See, Tiana was one of them bitches who thought she was the shit. All because she had hair all the way down her back and a little bit of ass. I wasn’t jealous but, shit, the bitch thought she was God’s blessing to niggas. I ain’t see how though, ’cause that bitch was fat and, nah, I don’t mean phat. The bitch had some weight on her compared to my size three. There were days when we would be hanging out and one of the neighborhood dope boys would walk up to us and instead of her ass allowing him to choose who the fuck he wanted, she would get up in dude’s face. Before you knew it he would be shooting her his number. Then I understood where her mama was coming from; maybe her fast ass was fucking and sucking her mama’s man. After really getting to know that bitch, I wouldn’t put anything past her.
I would sit back and smile as I let that grimy bitch have her fucking way. ’Cause one thing about it, niggas gon’ always be quick to fuck a loose bitch, but when they find a laidback chick like me, they will definitely wife them. I was never in competition with her; I knew my day was coming.
I was happy when her ass finally got out my mama shit and went off to college. I no longer had to live in her shadow. Better yet, I didn’t have to pretend anymore that I liked the bitch. I stayed behind to go to hair school, which didn’t work out, so I got me a job dancing. I wasn’t into staying broke all my fucking life, so I twerked my ass and made good money doing it.
It was one night after work when I met Anthony. He was a handsome brother with long money. I wasn’t sure at the time what he did for a living, but I did know that whatever it was there was some major paper involved. Him and his boys would come up in the club and make it rain.
That night, he walked up to me and introduced himself. I told him my name and he told me that he was interested in me. At first I didn’t take him serious because I knew that most of the ballers who came through only wanted to fuck after the club closed.
“So, what you trying to do, fuck?” I quizzed him.
“Nah, pussy ain’t a thing. I’m trying to get to know you. I’ve been watching you for a minute now.”
“Oh, okay, so what a high roller like yourself want with a stripper chick like me?”
“Shawty, quit talking like that. I want to get to know you. Take you out of this life and put you into a better situation.”
I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. I was getting ready to snap on this nigga. I didn’t know who the hell he thought he was talking to me like that. “Do I look like I need to be saved? I make good damn money in here. I don’t need you to save me, Anthony, or whatever your name is.”
“Ha-ha,” he chuckled. “Little mama, I didn’t mean to offend you. I want you to be my woman is all I’m saying. I got enough money to take care of you, so you don’t need to be up in here dancing. That’s all.”
“Well, you can take your money and find another bitch to save. I’m outta here.” I walked off before saying another word.
I was feeling irritated as hell. I didn’t want a nigga to feel sorry for me. I wanted a man to be with me because that’s what he wanted. I got into my car and pulled off.
Days went by and I couldn’t get dude off my mind. There was something about his “in control” attitude that turned me on. I tried not to think about him but the urge was too much to resist. It was only Monday and I didn’t have to return to the club until Thursday. Ol’ stupid me didn’t even ask for his number.
Thursday came so fast and I was eager to get on the dance floor and show my ass. If I was correct, I knew him and his boys would be rolling in around 12:00 a.m.; that had been their schedule for the last few months. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but him, his boys, and the boss had some kind of business affairs going on.
“I Wanna Fuck You,” by Plies blasted through the speakers.
The sound of Plies’s voice sent me into a frenzy. I wound, twerked, and flipped on that pole like my life depended on it. Niggas started screaming and throwing money at me, but they didn’t catch my attention. I turned around to face the crowd and that’s when I noticed him standing in front of me. I smiled as I continued dancing. It was in that moment that I realized I wanted to make him my man. As it turned out, that was my last night dancing at the club.
He took me home and we fucked all night. Baby boy was definitely a freak. From sucking on my clit to licking my ass, he made love to my body and soul. I returned the favor and sucked his dick until his eyes started rolling into the back of his head. I made sure that I fucked him better than any other bitch ever could. I had that nigga screaming all kinds of shit that night. He was so loud that you would’ve thought he was the bitch.
“Damn, B, you got some good-ass pussy,” he screamed.
“Just relax and let me ride that dick,” I told him.
In no time he busted in the condom. I slowly eased up off of him. I wanted to go longer, but I guessed he was tired. I wasn’t gonna complain. I knew the next time would be better.
* * *
At first, he was a little leery of fucking me without a condom. I guessed it was because I was a stripper. Shit, I didn’t see the logic, since he ate my pussy on the first night. These niggas had shit backward. They’re willing to put their mouth on a pussy, but be putting on condoms to fuck the pussy.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked as I kissed on his neck.
“Sure, babe, what’s up?”
“Why we always got to use a condom? I mean, we’ve been messing with each other for a while now so why can’t I feel your naked dick up inside of me? You think I’m dirty or something?”
“Nah, babe, it ain’t like that. I mean, I ain’t really ready to have no kids right now and I’m pretty sure you ain’t either.”
Nigga, speak for your damn self, I thought as I continued kissing on him. “I just want to feel your dick inside of my pussy; plus, I’m on the pill so nothing is going to happen,” I said as I started grinding on him.
In no time his hard nine inches was up inside of me. I groaned and moaned as our skin made contact. I used everything inside of me to hold my walls as tightly as I could. I ground all the way down on his pole and I watched as he bit down on his bottom lip and he held on tight to my hips. The look on his face gave me every bit of satisfaction. He gripped me tighter and his dick got harder. That let me know that he was about to bust.
“Damn, babe, I’ma ’bout to bust. Get uppppp,” he yelled out.
Instead of jumping off, I pressed down on his chest and ground harder on his erect dick.
“Aarghhhhhhh,” he groaned out as his dick exploded inside of me. “Shit, I busted in you,” he said seemingly upset.
“Relax. I told you I’m on the pill and it’s supposed to be safe,” I reminded him as I rubbed his face.
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
I got up and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t going to keep saying the shit over and over. Shit, his dumb ass should’ve used a condom if he was that concerned.
* * *
Everything between us was great, up to the point when I found out I was pregnant. Yes, you heard me right. I was pregnant. I was not feeling too good, so I went to Planned Parenthood and they gave me a pregnancy test.
“Your test is positive, Miss Beasly.”
I looked at this white bitch. Did I hear her right? Ever since I was young, I was trying to get pregnant, but the shit never happened. I thought that I might’ve fucked up my insides after I had that abortion when I was younger. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, ma’am, as sure as I can be,” she confirmed.
I left the clinic, happy as hell. I was going to be a mommy and I could not wait to tell my bae. Oh, shit. I stopped in my tracks. He didn’t want any kids and he thought I was on the pill. I had to come up with something fast before I broke the news that he was about to be a daddy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ayana
A year later
It’s funny how a nigga can be all sweet in the beginning, but as soon as the kids come along they start acting funny. Ever since I had my daughter, Anthony’s ass had been showing out. First he became angry that I was pregnant. He even went as far as accusing me of trapping him because of his money.
“Bitch, you lied to me. You told me you was on the pill,” he yelled.
“Boy, fuck you. I didn’t fucking lie. Take that shit up with the people who make the pills. What the fuck I look like trapping you?” I spat.
“Man, I swear, you better get your ass on that pill or something, ’cause if you don’t I am not fucking you raw anymore. I ain’t trying to just have kids popping out every fucking year. I want to be able to take care of my fucking kids. This ain’t any life for them. I’m in the fucking streets,” he lashed out.
“Get a fucking job then. Ain’t nobody tell your ass to be in the fucking streets. You chose that life, boo-boo.” I swear I was tired of him and his accusations. He acted like I held him down and raped him. If he wanted to be such a great fucking parent, he would give up hustling. Shit, we had enough money to move away and live comfortably. In my book it was all just excuses.
Shit really hit the fan when I ended up pregnant with my second child. He threatened to leave, but I knew he was bluffing. This pussy was too good and that nigga was not leaving his kids so he needed to quit with all that shit.
After I had my second daughter, things kind of got better. We started spending more time around each other. I kind of felt bad that I lied to him about being on the pill. The second time I got pregnant, I put a hole in the condom. I knew that if we had the children, I would be set for life. There was no way I was going back to being broke ever again! Not this bitch.
He also was trying to leave the streets alone. He went and enrolled in Georgia Tech. He wanted to study to become an engineer. I ain’t goin’ to lie, I was happy that he was leaving the streets alone; but I wasn’t happy that the money was going to slow down. I stayed cool though, because he was still doing a little something on the side. I learned that his boys were doing most of the dirty work and he just collected the money.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tiana
After spending the weekend with Micah, my feelings for him had gotten stronger. It was easy be
cause he treated me so good. He didn’t think twice when spending money on me and he wasn’t cheap either. From the latest designer purses and shoes, if I wanted it, he bought it for me. I wasn’t no vain chick, but as a college student I barely had money to get by so I welcomed the change. On our way back from the mall, I was kind of curious about where he worked. I didn’t want to be nosey, but fuck it; I needed to know where all this money was coming from.
“Ay, boo, can I ask where you work?”
“Ha-ha, you playing, right?”
“Umm, no. I’m dead-ass serious.”
“I don’t work. I got some business in the streets if you know what I mean.”
I wasn’t no green chick, so I knew exactly what he meant. My heart skipped a few beats. I’d dated a few dope boys in my younger days, but I wasn’t into that anymore. I was not one of those chicks who was going to be up late at night wondering what the fuck done happened to my dude, and I definitely wasn’t going to visit him in no jail either.
“I know what you thinking and, trust me, I’m trying to get out of these streets. That’s why I decided to go to school, so I can make a life for me and my seeds.”
I looked at him and I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I knew in my heart I was going to help my man get out of these streets. He was better than slinging rocks; plus, his grades were good, so I knew that he was not only street smart but also book smart. There was a time when I would have loved the fact that he was a dope boy, but all that changed after I was fucking this big-time dope boy name Keshaun. One day they burst into his house shooting while he was fucking me. I was lucky that the fat bastard was on top of me and took all the bullets that were sprayed all around the room. I lay there in fear that one of the niggas would check to see if I was alive. God was definitely on my side because they didn’t; instead, they just left. That night, I pushed dude’s bullet-riddled body off of me, grabbed my clothes, put them on, and ran to my car. I made a promise with God that night that I would never chase dope boys anymore.
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