Tron wanted to groan so loud at that moment. The last thing that he ever wanted Desirae to know was that he was the part owner of Honeys East. Tron knew that by Desirae knowing that, she would then have some sort of information on where and how to find him. He preferred it the way it had been – the way that meant her waiting on him to call her so they could hook up.
“Look, baby,” Tron started out, going to come up with something that would explain it all. Desirae just stopped him right there, as she could tell by the look on his face that he just needed a little reassurance.
“I would never overstep my boundaries,” she said. “I ain’t that other chick. I know my place. I’m a bitch who knows what she should and should not do. I know you probably didn’t want me to know because you thought I would be coming up there and shit.”
Tron nodded, knowing that at this point, since Desirae had seen the news, that he might as well go ahead and just be real about it. “Yeah, basically,” he said.
“And I get that,” Desirae said. “But I’m not gon do no shit like that. Come on, Tron. You know me. I done talked to you about this and everything for a while and you know I’m the kinda chick that is gon be where she supposed to be and who is gon’ be here for you. Why don’t you just go ahead and get a little bit off of your chest about whatever it is that is really getting to you? I can tell it is more than just getting into it with your girl…I can tell. You can tell me. You come over here to relax and just be a real nigga, right?”
Tron nodded, liking that he was looking at a woman who finally understood it all. “Yeah,” Tron said. “I mean, I’m really starting to think about this shit and what I’mma do.”
“Do with what?” Desirae asked. “Do with what?”
“With my chick,” Tron said. “She…she…she was part of the reason that shit popped off last night at the club, I think. I’m sorry I told you it was a restaurant. A nigga just didn’t know how you would react if I told you that that’s my business. I mean, I didn’t know if you was gon think that maybe I was up there smashing them hoes.”
“Wait a minute,” Desirae said. “Your chick came up there and was getting in the way of the money?”
Tron nodded, thinking about how Shawna had played a big role in being there with Nalique and knowing damn well why Nalique was coming up there in the first place.
“Basically,” Tron said. He then went on to tell Desirae the entire story, really feeling the fact that she was listening rather than talking.
When Tron finished with the story, Desirae moved in closer to Tron.
“Baby, well…” she said. “I’m sorry to hear that. I mean, first of all, I don’t even know why she would come up there fucking around with your money. That is something that you just don’t do. I mean, really.”
“Right,” Tron said. “That’s exactly what I’m sayin.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, so don’t take this the wrong way, but that is a clear sign that she really ain’t meant for you,” Desirae said. “That’s how you know if a chick take you serious or not…if she respect what you do and how you make your money. No matter what was to ever go down between me and any dude I’m with or talking to, I just ain’t that kind of chick who would mess with his money and think it’s cute. I mean, that is just so unattractive.”
“Yeah, well, what’s done is done now, I guess,” Tron said, letting out a deep breath. “A nigga got so much shit going in his life right now.”
“Well, and I just wanted to say this,” Desirae said. “About them hoes up there, I know can’t none of them really compare to me like that.” Desirae stood up on the couch on her knees. “I mean, come on.”
Just then, Tron wrapped his arm around Desirae’s small waist. He felt the way her big ass was basically sticking off of the back of her body. His arm slid down until he had a handful of her cheek.
“You right about that,” Tron said. Tron always saw the girls up at the club as hoes more so than women. Aside from the little bit of head he had gotten from one dancer a couple of years back, he never for one minute thought that any of them chicks had the body, or the pussy, that Desirae has. On top of all that, so far in his life Tron had not met a chick who could deep-throat him the way Desirae could. That alone put her way ahead of everyone else.
“Damn…this ass is fat,” Tron said.
Desirae smiled, loving how Tron always showed her all the attention she deserved. It didn’t matter what she wore. With her shape, she always looked one hundred and the world could clearly see that she was a ten in every department.
Not liking the mood that his wifey at home had put Tron in, Desirae decided she would do something a little different. She stood up, off of the couch.
“What you doin, baby?” Tron asked, feeling Desirae pull away from his grip.
“You’ll see, you’ll see,” Desirae said.
Desirae then turned around and pulled her pajama pants all the way down to her ankles. She smiled when she heard Tron take a deep breath, as he took in what he was seeing. Before she could pull her white t-shirt up over her head and all the way off of her body, she felt Tron’s hard hand slap her across her ass really hard.
That slap made a giggle slip out of Desirae’s mouth, instantly making Tron all the more turned on.
“Baby, what you doin?” Tron asked again as Desirae was now standing up naked in front of him. “What you doin?”
Instead of answering and explaining, Desirae decided that she was just going to show Tron what she was going to do. She dug the palms of her hands into her knees, bent over, and made her ass clap right there in front of Tron.
“Fuck,” Tron said, breaking a smile. “That shit is so fat.”
Desirae could then feel Tron lean forward and pull her closer to him. Carefully, she backed up toward the couch. All the while, she kept moving her hips in such a way that her ass cheeks slammed together. This drove Tron crazy, as he could feel his dick getting mad hard. The only noise in the apartment was the muffled sound of Desirae’s ass clapping and it was like music to him after the night and the day that he had. Not being able to help himself anymore, Tron grabbed Desirae roughly and pushed his head into her ass. There, for several seconds, he enjoyed the warm feeling of her ass as she kept it clapping non-stop.
Just as Tron was really getting into his daze, Desirae turned around and pushed him back into the couch. Tron didn’t fight it. Instead, he just went ahead and leaned right on back. A big smile was all over his face just by the sheer fact of how sexy Desirae was. He could feel all of his problems, from the club all the way home to what was going on with Shawna, just melt away. There was nothing else he had to worry about at that moment other than this sexy body in front of him – a body that was ready to give a man whatever he needed.
Tron watched as Desirae dropped to her knees, noticing the way her fat thighs jiggled on impact with the floor. He couldn’t help himself from getting a little taste of her titties. Before Desirae could come on to him, he leaned forward and pressed his face into her chest. Desirae squealed a little, loving how soft but sensual Tron’s kisses were on her chest. The way he tongued her nipples practically pushed her over the edge. When she got to the point where she just could not take it anymore, she pushed her hand into his chest and pushed Tron back onto the couch.
“Let me suck that big dick, nigga,” Desirae said, losing what seemed like her sense of control. The last thing on her mind was how Tron had kept up all these lies with her, on and on. Every time she got in his presence, there was just something about him that made her take off her panties and realize that he just needed a little time – or a little more of a push – to see that with her was where he really wanted to be.
Tron leaned back and relaxed, knowing that all he had to do was let Desirae do her thing. With one arm up on the couch, and one hand feeling her hair, Tron could feel Desirae undo his pants and pull them all the way down to the floor. His dick popped out. Within a second, Desirae had her hand gripping the base as she looked down at it.<
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“All this dick and a bitch don’t even know how to treat you,” Desirae said. “Fuck her. Fuck her.”
Tron, now totally turned on and ready to feel Desirae’s warm mouth, nodded his head as he bit his bottom lip.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. While Desirae kissed the head of Tron’s dick, he leaned over her and grabbed the blunt and the lighter. When he leaned back into the couch, he lit it and started smoking, all the while looking down and into Desirae’s eyes. Her teasing him by kissing the head of his dick was simply driving him crazy.
“Suck a nigga dick then,” Tron said, already starting to feel good off the weed. “Show a nigga how much you love him then maybe we’ll talk. Suck that dick.”
Desirae could tell that the words coming out of Tron’s mouth were really sincere. She could tell by the look in his eyes and on his face that all she had to do at this point was to prove herself and Tron would be done with whatever-her-name-is. Desirae licked her lips and took all of him into her mouth.
Tron grunted and groaned, taking another hit of the blunt before his head went back into the couch cushion. Even though he had just had some of this mouth last night out in the parking lot , she was just that good at it that every time he got some more, it felt like an entirely new experience.
“Damn,” Tron said, gone off on Desirae’s skill. “Fuck, you can suck a dick.”
The apartment was quiet all except for the slobbering sounds of Desirae. This was just the way Tron liked it sometimes – no music, no TV, just the wet sounds of a mouth while a chick was on her knees.
Desirae kept doing her thing for several more minutes before Tron got to the point that he couldn’t take anymore. Glancing down at her, on her knees with her back arched, was just too much. He moved his coat out of the way, causing it to fall to the floor and lifted up off of the couch. Without even speaking, he grabbed Desirae by the back of her neck, guided her head further up onto the couch, and positioned himself behind her, in a doggy-style. From then on, he took all of his anger and frustration and tension out in his stroke, showing no mercy to Desirae’s insides. Desirae, feeling Tron practically reach into her stomach from how long and thick his manhood was, couldn’t help but to scream. This was turning out to be the best fuck that he’d given her in a while. She could feel the passion – the love. He was really into it, kissing her ear and telling her how much he loved being with her. Desirae smiled the entire time, gladly taking all of him deep inside of her. She had never had a man fuck her so aggressively and with so much passion. Tron had her gone off of it and she didn’t want to get off of the ride.
Chapter 12
Shawna’s feelings were a whirlwind when Tron left earlier in the afternoon. At first, she was furious. In fact, her feelings were the real reason that she just had to walk away from Tron. On the other hand, Shawna could tell that some of the things he was saying to her were really starting to get to her. In so many ways, they were indeed making her feel guilty. Numerous questions started to swirl around in her mind. What if he ain’t been fucking around up at that club? What if it was just Tyrese, like he said? He didn’t look like he had just busted a nut when he came out, did he?
Shawna just did not know what to think. She knew that her night was going to be uneventful, so she went ahead and poured herself a glass of afternoon wine. While she would normally chill out in bed on days she felt like this, she decided she needed a change of scenery. Instead of the bedroom, she just chilled down in the family room. She even went so far as opening the curtains that covered the sliding door. There, in the family room, she sat looking out at the snowy open space behind the apartments as the land faded into woods and dipped off into a little, shallow creek.
“Girl, maybe you are a little insecure,” Shawna said to herself. She thought about how she was really going to pack her stuff and act like she was leaving just over suspicion. Like Tron had said, she didn’t even really find anything. And to a point, he was right about her going up to the club with Nalique. Shawna knew from the moment that she was talking to the chick about it all, and why she needed her hair done so urgently, that there was probably going to be some shit pop off at the club with Nalique. In fact, Shawna was even starting to feel a little stupid about the entire situation and the fact that she ignored her gut feeling.
That was all in the past now, Shawna thought. It was last night. It had already been done and the damage (the negative news coverage) was something that simply couldn’t be undone. Instead, Shawna sat there with her wine wondering if she should have even said anything to Tron at all that sounded like she was accusing him. From all she could tell, he seemed sincere, as he always did, when she had confronted him about it. On the same note, however, something just did not sit well with her about the entire south side situation.
“You know what?” Shawna said to herself, getting lost in her thoughts and feelings while looking out at the snow-covered land behind the apartments. “I’mma call him and just tell him that we can talk about it without me getting all wound up. Shawna, girl, you ain’t got to go getting all wound up about everything.”
Even sitting right there in the family room, Shawna could look around and see all of the nice things and the nice lifestyle that she had because of Tron. All of that alone made it so unfair of her to try to accuse him of something if he really didn’t do it. She then thought of the trips out of town, as Tron was the first guy to come along and actually take her somewhere that was out of Indianapolis. No matter what, Shawna couldn’t look past all of that. She just didn’t feel right doing that and being that kind of woman.
Still not totally sure what she was going to say, Shawna grabbed her cell phone and called Tron. While the phone rang, she waited to hear his voice and thought about her emotions and how she must have been acting earlier. After the third ring, the line picked up. At first, it sounded muffled but then it sounded like something moved.
“Tron?” Shawna said into the phone. “Tron?”
Shawna stayed on the line, waiting to see if Tron would pick up. It sounded to her like maybe he had just dropped his phone while he was trying to answer or something. However, she was about to find this to not be the case.
The sound of clapping came through the phone. Then, Shawna heard the words, from a voice that was obviously Tron’s: “You love this dick, don’t you? You love this big dick, don’t you?
Out of curiosity, Shawna listened for a few minutes and realized what it was that she was listening to. She yelled Tron’s name into the phone a couple more times, but there was no response. Instead, all she heard was the clear sound of him smashing some other chick. In a moment of rage, feeling so stupid and betrayed, Shawna threw her phone into the glass of the patio door. Her phone bounced off of the glass then down onto the carpet.
“I don’t fuckin believe this shit!” Shawna yelled, tears strolling down her face. “That nigga wherever, fucking some other chick.”
At that moment, Shawna’s entire world as she knew it shattered. Her heart sank, her soul hurt. It was one thing to think that something could be going down. However, it is a totally different feeling to finally find out for sure. As soon as she thought about all of that, rubbing the tears away from her face, Shawna’s pain was all the more worse when she thought about how Tron had gotten so good at telling bold-face lies to her face. It was unbelievable, no matter how much she thought that something might be going on. Furthermore, the only conclusion that Shawna’s mind would allow her to come to was that Tron was fucking one of them hoes down at the club. That was the only thing that made sense.
With her fists balled, Shawna jumped up and grabbed her phone. It was still on, and she could still hear the clapping sounds and the sound of a chick moaning while Tron groaned.
“Tron!” Shawna yelled into the phone, wanting him to know the feeling of being caught red-handed by realizing that somehow his phone had answered when she called. “Nigga, pick up the phone!”
Shawna’s yelling into the phone would go unanswered, though.
It was very clear that Tron was just too into whatever chick he was smashing to even hear a voice yelling from his phone. Enraged and feeling so betrayed, Shawna quickly hung up and tossed her phone over onto the couch. She began to look around and everything that had just been a positive reminder to her minutes ago was now ugly. The television. Tron’s laptop. The nice furniture. At that moment Shawna realized that everything that she was living on top of was built on a lie. It made her sick to her stomach – disgusted. She knew that she would just have to go ahead and stick to the original plan from earlier when she’d gotten into it with Tron and go stay somewhere else.
Before she did, though, she was going to make sure that Tron came home to a nice surprise. He loved making money and loved anything that his money could buy. Without even thinking, Shawna pulled the television off of the entertainment system and watched it tumble down to the floor. Something clearly had cracked, but she could have cared the least bit.
In her rage, Shawna pulled Tron’s Wii system out of the entertainment system and wall. She unlocked the patio doors and slid one open, feeling the cold January wind rush inside. The wind was nothing to her, though, as she tossed that Wii so far out into the snow that once it landed, she had a hard time even seeing it.
The utilities were in Tron’s name, so Shawna didn’t even bother to close the patio door. That would be his high gas bill, not hers. Now that Shawna had gotten a little of her anger off of her chest, she headed upstairs to pack her bags. She grabbed her phone and immediately called Morgan. In a frantic state, almost smiling she was that damn angry, she explained everything that had happened. Like any sister would, Morgan opened her place to her older sister. Shawna hung up, telling her that she would be over there in just a bit.
While Shawna put her clothes into suitcases, she passed by Tron’s jewelry collection in the walk-in closet. Tron was always smart with his money, but he was a nigga who liked some good quality jewelry.
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