"One second," I said, sliding her off my lap. I needed to get Nic back, cause there was no way I could watch her be with another nigga. I followed Nic into the kitchen of Kendon's condo.
"Why you acting like that? And where is my son?" I said, grabbing her arm and bringing her in close.
"Move Kendrick, you make me sick. KJ is at my mom's," she spat, moving me off her. She started looking over the food that was there and pulled out two plates, making me laugh.
"It must be a boy, cause you eating a lot," I said, putting my hand on her tummy. I was starting to see a bulge, but it was still flat.
"Don’t touch me," she said softly, slapping my hand away.
I put my hand around her waist, and took the plate out of her hand. "Kendrick, give me my food," she whined.
I sat it on the table and put my other hand around her body, pulling her in. I planted soft kisses on her lips, and she didn't resist. I dipped my tongue in her mouth, and we kissed hard as hell. I squeezed her ass and she moaned in my mouth. I wanted to fuck her right on the kitchen floor.
"Kendrick!" Honey yelled from outside. Fuck.
Nic pulled away from my grasp. "Go tend to your bitch, nigga." She grabbed her plate and stormed out.
I was tired of this shit. “It’s a bedroom right here if you ready,” I offered to Honey as I stood in the doorway of the backyard. I was horny as fuck, and I was about to fix that shit right now! She hopped up and switched her fat ass past me into the house. I followed, ignoring Nic’s glances. I was tired of chasing her. She was gon’ give a young player gray hair.
Once in the room, Honey took off her dress. Her body was bomb as hell–hips, ass, titties, damn! I still preferred Nic’s body, though. She was slimmer, but had a nice small plump ass, perkier titties, more toned stomach, but not a six-pack or anything. I’m sure her pussy was tighter, too.
“Come here,” I told her. She came over and kneeled down, unzipping my pants. Just as she started to tease the tip, I heard the door bust open.
“You got me fucked up, Kendrick!” Nic yelled as she pulled Honey by her hair and swung her onto the floor.
I put my dick away, scared as hell. Honey hopped up, swung, and missed. Nic started fucking her ass up bad as hell. The bitch was calling the Holy Trinity as she backed up, attempting to do the windmill. Dumb ass. When Nic flung her over the dresser, wiping off everything on it, I grabbed her Hulk ass. She was small as fuck, but fighting like a linebacker. I guess pregnancy made her stronger.
“Let me go nigga!” The first words she said to me when I first met her.
“I didn't then, and I’m not now.” I carried her into the other room, and let her squirming ass down. I was laughing.
“What’s so fucking funny, nigga?!”
“Cause as much as you don't want to admit it, you want to be back with me,” I said, cracking up.
“No, I hate you.”
“Then why you just fuck that girl up?” I said, moving closer to her and biting my lip.
“Cause. I'm pregnant with your baby, and I have your son, and you out here fucking her!”
"I didn't fuck her, Nic. I been begging you to see me for weeks, ma. What you want me to do?" I pleaded, taking her into my arms.
"I want you to want me like I want you, Kendrick!"
"What? I do! Why you think I went from being myself to Keith Sweat these past weeks, trying to get you home," I smiled, making her chuckle.
"No, I want you to want me as more than just your baby mama. I'm already having your second baby, and nothing from you."
"Babe, you have to trust me when I say I love you and my son more than anything, and I would never leave you like that. I want nothing more than to make you my wife, why you think I asked you? I just need you to stay down for me while I handle this shit, and then I promise as soon as this nigga is in the grave, I will make your crazy ass my wife," I smiled and kissed the back of her hands. "Okay?"
She shook her head yes. "Okay."
“You too pretty to be fucking hoes up, but that shit turned me on, ma.”
“I missed you, Kendrick.”
“Yeah I can tell.”
“You still love me as much as before?” she asked.
“I never stopped.” We were tonguing it up, and I pulled her top off. I ran back and locked the door. “I don't need no more bust ins.” We both laughed.
Once naked, I kissed from her lips to her stomach, and kissed and licked all over it. I spread her legs and made love to her pussy with my mouth.
“Ahhhhh.”
“What’s my name?” I said in between licks.
“King Ken,” she moaned out as she ran her fingers through my short, curly fro.
I continued to punish her shit with my tongue, licking and sucking and dipping my tongue in her hole. She tried to move up, but I had her bottom half on lock. Her legs started to tremble, and she came hard as fuck. I missed eating her pussy. I loved doing it period, but it was only for wifey. I flipped her over, and started licking and sucking on her pussy and her ass, making her scream out. She came again, and I slid into her from behind. I ran my hands down her back and smacked her ass. She was already sweating from me eating her.
“Whose pussy is this?” I moaned, ramming into her. It had been forever, and there was nothing like pregnant pussy. Shit was amazing.
“Yours Kendrick! AHHH!”
I smiled as I looked down at my full name "Kendrick Dreaux King" tatted on her lower back. I grabbed her hair, and fucked her hard as hell. She moved me back, and I fell onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, with her back turned to me. She started riding me backwards nice and slow. She was so wet that all you heard was my dick going in and out.
"Fuck ma!" she made me moan out as she sped up, making her ass jiggle.
"Kendrick baby," she moaned as she leaned back, putting her palms on my chest.
She started bouncing on my dick, making me want to scream like a little girl. She had a nigga gone off this pussy. Fuck! I sat up and put her back doggy style as I pounded her shit with force. She came all over my dick, and I spread her cheeks to get a good view of me killing the pussy. Her shit was so pretty. The sight of her small plump ass in my hands jiggling, and her tight pussy creaming on my dick right before my eyes, made me bust hard as fuck. I planted kisses down her sexy, sweaty back.
"Next weekend babe. Let’s get married next weekend, but in Baltimore. We can honeymoon later in California,” I offered.
“Anything you want, babe,” she panted. "No, Paris. Honeymoon in Paris," she smiled.
"Paris it is," I smiled.
“And any bitch that tries to ride my dick is getting fucked up too,” she glared.
I laughed and grabbed her wrist. I kissed her tattoo that said “Mrs. Kendrick King.” She had K.D.K. behind her ear too. All these tattoos she had showing niggas what it was, turned me on. We showered and fucked two more times before returning to the party. Honey was gone; someone took her to the hospital. Damn. She just broke Paris' nose a month ago. My baby was getting reckless. Ha.
Chapter Eight: Danielle Moore
Damien became a regular of mine. I wouldn't see any other dudes, because he would always pay me enough to head back to the house with French. We would sometimes go eat food, just to make it seem more legit by stretching the time I was gone. French would be high as hell when I got there anyways, or laid up with a new girl he recruited. He hadn't put his hands on me since I met Damien, and I was happy, because Damien seemed to be a hot head and I knew he would run up on French ASAP.
I started dressing up even more, knowing that I was gonna see him. I walked to my normal spot that Damien picked me up at, and I smiled when I saw his car approaching. I hopped in and he turned to me for a kiss. "You hungry?" he asked, and I shook my head yes.
"You don't want to…you know, first?" I asked. I didn’t want him to think I had gotten too comfortable.
"Nah, ma, I want to take you out. You look nice," he smiled as he pulled from the curb.
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bsp; We arrived at this steakhouse that took us about 45 minutes to get to. My phone chimed, and it was a text from French; my heart dropped. I opened my phone and read it.
"You doing double time tonight. Kimmy is sick baby girl, and she can't go." I replied okay, and locked my phone.
French seemed to take a liking to Kimmy, and I was happy that she was now his bedmate and primary punching bag. "You good?" Damien asked, putting the menu down.
"Yeah perfect. Lucifer says I have to stay out later tonight," I smiled.
"Cool, more time we can be together," he said, touching my hand.
"What's that nigga's name for real?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about him, Damien," I replied. I didn't want to tell him, because he might go after him. "What do you do for a living, Damien?" I asked, sipping my lemonade.
"Let's just say, freelance work," he said, flashing his perfect white smile. I blushed and turned After we ate lunch, we decided to go back to his condo and watch TV.
"You miss me when I'm not around you?" he asked.
"Yeah, even though you see me every day, I still miss you. I wish I could cuddle with you at night," I told him honestly.
"You do?" he asked, muting the TV. I shook my head yes, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Why don't you stop working for that guy?"
"I can't, he will kill me."
"I will protect you," he told me. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I shook my head no. "Danielle. I got you ma," he said, smiling.
"Okay, just give me some time." He shook his head yes, as if to say okay. I didn’t know how I was gon’ get away from French. This made me hate Tia even more, because she did it without me.
"You my girl, aight?" he said, looking into my eyes and letting me know he was serious.
"I know. I haven't been seeing anyone but you, like you told me."
"Good. That pussy belongs to me now," he said as he dipped his tongue in my mouth.
He lifted my dress to my waist, and pulled my panties down. He put his head between my legs and worked his magic. I came all over his mouth, and he licked me clean like it was his last meal. He flipped me on all fours and entered me from behind. He pounded into me as he held my waist.
"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned out loud as he tore my shit up.
"Whose is it, Danielle?" he asked as I came all over his dick.
"Yours, Damien!" I yelled out just as he exploded into me.
He unzipped my dress to remove it fully, and we went for round two in his bedroom. I set my alarm for four hours and fell asleep in his embrace, like I've wanted to do this whole time.
Chapter Eight: Damien Kidd
I'm sure y'all wondering why I wifed a streetwalker. Danielle was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had flawless mocha skin, a banging body, and long, pretty, dark hair. She had dark brown eyes, and plump perfectly shaped lips, with a Marilyn Monroe mole above the top one. I first saw her when I pulled into a McDonalds to get some food, and she was walking by. I knew what she did for a living right away, but for some reason that didn’t phase me. She had to have been new, because I knew all the hoes out here, and I'd never seen her. I watched the areas she stayed in, and decided to approach her one night. She was even more gorgeous up close, and I wanted her bad.
There was no way I was telling my boys about her, though; not until she stopped working the block. Once she deaded that selling pussy shit, I would bring her around my peoples. I just hoped she did it ASAP, because I was starting to have feelings for her, and the thought of her fucking for cash, or that nigga she worked for putting hands on her, had my blood boiling.
The first night I slept with her, she had so many bruises all over her perfect body, and that shit pissed me off–not even because I liked her, though. I hated for any woman to get beat on like that. I guess because my dad used to fuck my mother up, and one day he beat her into a coma that she didn't wake up from. Ever since then, I despised any nigga who put they hands on a female. I had it bad for Danielle, regardless of her choice of work, but I needed her to know I was serious about her leaving that shit in the past.
I had went and purchased a diamond promise ring for her; just a little something to solidify our relationship. I pulled up to our normal meeting spot, and she got in the car.
"Sup ma," I said, pulling from the curb.
"Hey," she said, attempting to smile, but I could tell she was sad. I peeped a bruise where her neck and collarbone met, pissing me off.
"Danielle. You not going back," I said, attempting to contain my anger.
"Dame I have to! I told you I need some time to figure everything out!" she yelled, with tears running down her beautiful face.
"It's either this shit or me!" I spat, pulling over.
"Damien, I told you-"
"Get out the car!" I cut her ass off.
"What I-"
"Get out the fucking car!" I yelled, mad as hell.
She hopped out the car and I sped off, leaving her standing there. After driving for about five minutes, I just couldn't get her sad face out my mind after leaving her there. I made a U-turn, and drove until I saw her walking. A guy approached her, and I parked my car and hopped out.
"Shop is closed," I told him before taking her hand in mine and leading her to my car. I opened the door for her, and she slid into my whip.
"You came back, why?" she said, folding her arms as I drove off.
"Because I'm taking you to my crib, and that's where you gon’ stay. You done with this shit, and I mean that Danielle." She didn't say anything.
We arrived to my crib, and I led her to my room.
"I got this for you," I said, pulling a Versace dress and matching shoes from my closet.
"Thank you baby! What's the occasion?" she asked, smiling big.
"I want to take you on a nice dinner date," I smiled, admiring her pretty face.
Tears began to well up as she planted a kiss on my lips. We showered together, and I took her to The Prime Rib.
"This is so good, I've never had anything this fancy in my life," she beamed.
"Well, I'm happy to be your first," I said as I slid a blue velvet box across the table.
She stopped eating and looked at me as she grabbed it.
"What's this?" she asked with a slight smile.
"Open it," I told her, anxious for her to see it.
"Damien!" she yelped as she slid it on her finger. "What's this for?"
"Just to let you know I'm serious about you." She looked down at it smiling, and I peeped that bruise on her collarbone again. I got pissed again, so I had to shake the thoughts from my mind to enjoy the night.
"Thank you, Dame," she said slightly, getting out of her seat for a kiss, and I gave her one.
"I dig you, ma."
"I dig you too, baby," she smirked.
We continued to enjoy the night with conversation and food. When we got home, we made love all night. Whether Danielle wanted to tell me or not, I was gon’ find out who her pimp was and kill his ass.
Chapter Nine: Morgan Garrett
Flashback - 5 Weeks Ago
I was in labor, and it was the worst pain ever. Kendreeis was there holding my hand, and my mom was sitting there with tears in her eyes. Finally, after 13 hours of labor, our son Kaleeini Drake King was born, and he was so cute. We decided against naming him Kendreeis, because there was already a KJ in the family; he had Dreeis' middle name, though. He had super curly hair and those signature King man green eyes; I guess their eyes were a dominant gene.
Everybody was in the room looking at him, and saying how cute he was. I loved him so much already. Baby Kendrick kept staring with his little eyes bucked; I guess he hadn't seen too many other babies. Nic and I were best friends, and now our babies were cousins, crazy how life turns out.
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Present Time
Kaleeini had been home with us for about five weeks now, and he was perfect. He didn't cry much, except for when he was sleepy or needed changing. It was a little hard
er than I thought it would be, taking care of him and making sure I kept up with my homework assignments. I was taking classes at Morgan State, but online like Nic. I thought it would be easier, but it seems since you don't have to go to class, they give you much more homework. Then on top of that, Dreeis stayed out late as hell all the damn time, trying to get this nigga named French. He didn't want me out because the guy planned to kidnap Christy, Nic, Jessica, and myself for his ho stroll; I'll be damned if he had my ass working the stroll. Fuck out of here. However, no matter how tough I thought I was, Kendreeis wasn't having it.
While Kaleeini slept, I finished the quesadillas and homemade chips and salsa I was making for dinner. I already knew to put my baby's up, cause he wouldn't be here to eat with me I'm sure. Nic was coming over so we could catch up and eat, and I couldn't wait. Right when I finished setting the food up in the dining room, I heard the doorbell ring and a smile spread across my face.
"Hey sexy!" Nic beamed when I opened the door.
"Sexy? I don't feel sexy at all!" I frowned as she walked in.
Although my body was back it like it never left, I never really dressed up anymore, and I felt like a bum. Kaleeini spit up on my clothes a lot, so I didn't like wearing my good stuff. I just had on jeans, a white loose fitting layered spaghetti strap top, two long French braids, and magenta lipstick.
Christy and Jessica, decided they were going to go out despite Kayden and Kendon telling them not to; Nic and I knew better.
"Aww, you will soon enough," she smiled. We sat down and started eating the food.
"So how are your classes?" I asked, putting hot sauce on my quesadilla.
"Pretty cool. Some are really hard, and stressing me out. That period where I was away from Kendrick and had to watch KJ alone, plus do homework was just stressful as fuck. Then I’m carrying baby number two," she half smiled.
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