Down With the King of the South 4

by Diamond Johnson

  Once he was up on his two feet, he stumbled out of the house. With the gun placed back in the waistband of my jeans, I went over to the stairs, taking them two at a time. I knew which room belonged to my daughter, so I went ahead and turned the doorknob once I was standing in front of it. Like I knew she would be, Taniya was peacefully sleeping in her bed.

  I wanted to be around some fuckin’ love tonight. These past few nights, I’d been going to sleep by myself because I wasn’t fuckin’ with my shorty. It was Thursday, so I was going to fly my daughter home with me tonight and bring her back sometime Sunday. Like she weighed nothing, I scooped her out of her bed and held her in my arms. Her little arms wrapped around my neck, and her head rested in the crook of my neck.

  “Where are you taking her?” I heard Tahira ask from behind me.

  I turned to look at her, and her eyes were bloodshot from all that fuckin’ crying that she was doing.

  “Home with me. I’ll bring her back,” I let her know as I stepped around her.

  “How do you expect for Simon and me to be together if you’re telling us that he can’t be around Niya? That can’t work, Miami,” she said.

  “Shorty, you walking around this bitch with a black and purple ass eye, busted ass lip, and your arms look like a fuckin’ cat done scratched your ass. Can your fuckin’ wounds heal first before you start questioning the status of your relationship with that pussy? Not to knock your parenting, but shorty, what type of example are you setting? You basically showing Taniya that it’s okay for a nigga to slap you around as long as he buys you something to eat afterward.

  “I didn’t take you for the type of woman who would let a nigga put his hands on you, especially when you got a little girl watching your every move and wants to be just like you,” I voiced. My approach was calmer this time.

  Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at me.

  “I love him,” she whispered.

  “It ain’t up to me to make that type of decision for you, shorty. As of right now, he can’t be around my child. Hopefully your wounds and shit will have healed by the time I bring Niya back home. Ima say this last thing before I dip, and you just ponder on this shit. A real man ain’t gon’ put his hands on you, no matter what. I’m pissed off with my shorty right at this moment as we speak. What I’m doing to her right now is hurting her more than physical because I chose to walk away.

  “When you dating these niggas or whatever the fuck you have going on with them, ask yourself if you dating the type of nigga that you would want our daughter to date when that time comes. If not, you know what the fuck to do. Lock up. I’m out,” I said and walked out of the room.

  She followed me as I made my way down the stairs. When I got outside the door with Taniya, she walked up behind me to kiss our daughter on her forehead a couple of times, and then she went back inside the house. What a fuckin’ day!

  The next day

  9:47 P.M

  These days, the shit in my life was pretty much repetitive. I sat up in the hospital room, visiting my ole boy with my daughter for pretty much the whole day. This was Taniya’s first day really finding out that her Pop Pop was sick. She loved that man, so when she walked into the hospital room earlier today and saw his condition, she broke down. Granted, I’d already warned her about his state while we were in the car, but it did nothing to prepare her for it. If anything, seeing all the weight that he’d lost along with the machines that they had him hooked up to had more than likely scared her, so that played a part in her emotions as well.

  We stayed with him at the hospital for the majority of the day, and when we left, it was a depressing mood. My daughter didn’t even want any time ice cream; that’s how I knew that she wasn’t in the best of moods. I called to check up on Shae twice today, and both times, the conversation was dry.

  I loved Shae more than anything in this fuckin’ world, but I was good on her for the time being. We had a little one on the way, so at the moment, I felt like that was the only thing that really mattered. Even Taniya knew that shit was rocky in my relationship because she’d been asking about Shae since we landed early this morning. I missed having my shorty around. I missed everything about her from her damn smell, that first thing in the morning pussy, her laugh, her cry, her massages, all that shit.

  Right now, I was in the basement of the house, watching CREED II. There was a blunt resting between my fingers and a shot glass that was once filled with Hennessy, which I’d just finished taking to the head. My daughter was in her room sleeping, and I’d only been in there for maybe ten minutes because I’d just finished showering and getting ready for bed myself.

  The alarm had made a sound, indicating that the front door had opened. That’s when I looked at the camera on my phone and saw that Shae was walking through the door. I released a sigh, and I paused the movie right quick. I was surprised that she even knew how to make her way back over to this bitch. She had the nerve to even fix her mouth and say that I didn’t come home when she didn’t bring her ass over this way either.

  I put the blunt out, which wasn’t much left but a roach anyway and jogged up the stairs. When I saw her, she was walking through the foyer. Her eyes landed on me, and she jumped. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and there was an awkward silence. She was dressed down but still the prettiest thing that I’d ever seen in her pink Nike Hoodie with the matching Nike sweats and running shoes on her feet. From how nice her hair looked, I assumed that she must have gone to the hair salon this morning because it was bone straight. Her purse was on her shoulders, and her car keys were still in her hands.

  “Hey. I honestly didn’t expect you to be here. I just came to get a few things,” she said and attempted to walk past me, but I grabbed her arms to stop her.

  “Where you expected me to be then?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow because I honestly just wanted to know where the hell her head was at.

  “I don’t know, Toddrick, just not here. I don’t want to argue with you. I just came to get a few things, and I’ll be out the door,” she said, and this time, I let go of her arm.

  “How long you going to be over to your grandma’s crib?” I asked.

  “Times like this, I wish I wouldn’t have sold my house, then I could have been staying there instead. I’m thinking about renting an apartment or something and—”

  “Go get the shit that you came here for, shorty, because you on good bullshit tonight. You standing in a fuckin’ mansion, yet you talking about renting an apartment. You talking fuckin’ crazy,” I barked because just the thought of her going to get an apartment annoyed the fuck out of me.

  “What good is this fuckin’ mansion if it’s not even filled with love? Don’t act like you’ve been sleeping at this fuckin’ house the whole damn time, Miami. I stayed here maybe a week after you and I started beefing, and in that week, you didn’t come home. Cut the bullshit! If I left, it’s for a reason, and you know it. Baby, I’m sorry about what’s going on with your dad, I really am. God has the final say so in that, and I’ve been praying for him every day. I swear, I do. You’re pushing me away, and I don’t like the person that you’re becoming, so I’d rather not be around you,” she voiced.

  “The same day I told you that my ole boy is sick was the day that I found out about the conversation that you had just finished having with Trip. The same conversation that you wouldn’t have willingly told me had taken place, and you know it. I also found out in that same sentence that you changed your number because of him, which I had suspected all along. I ain’t pushing you away, shorty. A nigga is just not in the business of being lied to, and you know it.”

  “Well, maybe we were wrong when we crossed that line. You were once Trip’s friend, and we shouldn’t have taken it there. I’m sorry if I came and fucked up your life,” she sarcastically said before she headed up the stairs.

  I was right on her ass. When we reached upstairs, she saw that the door to Taniya’s room was cracked, so she pushed it open and looked
inside. She wasn’t aware that my daughter was there. I stood outside the door and watched as Shae went inside. She pulled the covers up more on Taniya and then kissed her cheeks. After she adoringly stared at her for a few more moments, she headed for the door, closing it behind her.

  Again, I was right back on her tail and feeling stuck. In one breath, I said that I didn’t want her or this relationship, then in another breath, I knew how much I needed her ass. Now that we were inside our bedroom, she went into the closet while I closed the bedroom door, making sure to lock it. I took a seat at the foot of the bed while I watched her in the closet putting a few more items of clothes in the duffle bag that she had on the floor.

  Voices were in my head, and they were having one hell of a fuckin’ conversation. On one hand, I had a voice cursing me the fuck out, telling me that I was really about to sit my ass right there and watch this woman pack up her shit and prepare to leave this house. On the other hand, I had another voice telling me to just let her go. Sighing, I stood up and joined her in the closet. As I walked in, she was trying to grab something on top of the shelf. I gently pushed her ass out of the way.

  “Don’t you know when you’re pregnant, you’re not supposed to reach over your head. Your grandma should have taught you that. What you needed from up here anyway?” I questioned.

  She sucked her teeth loudly and rolled her eyes hard as fuck. I wished that those bitches would have gotten stuck because she did that shit far too fuckin’ much.

  “See how you keep testing me? Now when I argue back, it’s going to be you telling me that I’m crazy. You been fuckin’ with me since I walked through the fuckin’ door. Damn, just let me get my shit, and Ima leave! Stop acting like you care if I leave or I stay. I’m pretty sure you have bitches on speed dial that you can call,” she said.

  I didn’t mean to laugh, but I burst out laughing in her face. When she didn’t crack a smirk, I had to really dissect this shit and come to grips with the fact that this crazy ass woman was serious.

  “Please tell me you’re playing. You really think I’m here fuckin’ something? With my daughter in the house, shorty? What type of dirty ass nigga you take me for?” I questioned.

  “Miami, you haven’t been getting pussy from me! You eat, sleep, and breathe pussy—”

  “Yeah, I eat, sleep, and breathe your pussy! Fuck outta here with that shit. That’s why you beefing with me? You think when I wasn’t coming home, I was out there fuckin’ something?” I asked her, and she wouldn’t answer.

  That shit fucked with me hard because what type of lame ass nigga did she take me for? Outside pussy didn’t even interest me. On top of that, Shae was pregnant, so I would never do no foul ass shit like that.

  “Wowwwww. It’s fucked up that you would even think I would do some shit like that to you. On some real shit, I’m hurt,” I said, clutching my heart.

  “And I’m not? Miami, you accused me of protecting Trip, when you know that’s not the case. I’m still in the first trimester of my fuckin’ pregnancy, and you got me going through it alone!” she yelled, and her voice cracked.

  When I saw a tear fall, I tried to reach out and grab her, but she stepped back. “Yes, I lied to you, but Miami, you know me better than anybody, and you know that I’m always trying to keep the peace. I never wanted you and Trip to be beefing with each other, even though I knew that was pretty much going to happen because of the history that the two of you share. From the moment I got with you, my goal has just been to protect you because I feared that Trip would try to get someone to hurt you, and I didn’t want that.

  “In the middle of me protecting you, I ended up getting myself hurt. When I lost Vonte, it made me very protective of the people who have a piece of my heart. You just so happen to be one of those people. If my actions are wrong, I’m sorry. I was just trying to make it work,” she cried, using the back of her hands to wipe her tears.

  I pulled her into me, and this time, she didn’t try to fight me off. She broke down into the crook of my neck as I held her. I was stressing this woman the fuck out, and I could hear that shit all in her fuckin’ cry. Instead of replying, I just pulled us both down on the carpeted floor in our closet, and I started to undress her. Her shoes were already off since she didn’t come up the stairs with them on, so I just removed her socks. Next came the hoodie and the bra that she was wearing and then the sweatpants and her thong. Her nipples were standing at attention, and tiny goosebumps covered her entire body due to the temperature being so low in the house.

  “I’m freezing.” Her body shook as she spoke.

  “I’m about to warm you up right now. I love you, Shae. You know that, right?” I asked.

  She nodded

  “Use your words, shorty. You done already fucked around and accused me of giving your dick away. I want to hear you say that you know I love you,” I said with my dick out, holding it right at her opening. I wasn’t sliding shit in until she told me what I needed to hear.

  “I know you love me, baby. I’m sorry,” she cooed.

  I lowered my head and kissed her lips. She was down on her back, and her legs were spread wide the fuck open, waiting to feel that dick. I had my arms propped up on either side of her like I was getting ready to do some fuckin’ pushups. She was the one to reach her hand down and guide nothing but hard dick inside her wet opening.

  Going weeks without feeling the inside of Shae’s pussy felt equivalent to years. Since we started fuckin’, we’d never gone this long without doing it. I watched as her face contorted to one of pleasure and pain as I slid my dick inside of her. I bit the fuck out of my bottom lip because I refused to cry out in some pussy after only being inside of it for two seconds.

  “Miammmiiiiiii,” she screamed my name once I started making circles in her pussy.

  Her long nails were raking at my back, and from the feel of it, I didn’t know if she was doing that shit on purpose or if the passion from what I was doing to her was making her do that. My arms were getting carpet burn like a motha fucka, so I switched my position and changed up the stroke. I was now on my knees, holding both of her ankles up in the air as I dug deep in her pussy. I spit on her clit, and she used her fingers to twirl around it in a circular motion.

  What was taking place in this room was sexy. It was love, genuine, and pure. I always got a kick out of watching Shae on her back with her eyes rolling. The look in her eyes told me that nothing mattered to her at the moment but that nut. My dick always got harder because I was fuckin’ that one woman in Miami who I knew for a fact that all the niggas wanted. She was fuckin’ me back while carrying my baby too. I swear that boosted a nigga’s confidence.

  “Goddddddd… I’m going to squirttttt,” she screamed, and I smirked as I prepared myself for that hot shit.

  Like she said, juices started flying everywhere. The ones that hit my lip, I used my tongue to taste it.

  “Hmmmm,” I said and pulled my dick out because I wanted to taste more of that shit.

  “Dammnnnn, babyyyy… I love youuu,” she cried with her hands playing in my hair as I ate her pussy.

  I jacked my dick at the same pace that I ate her pussy. It was so sweet, so fat, and so wet. The way she lifted her hips from the floor let me know that I was doing a damn good job. When her head dropped, and her movements got lighter, a flood of more juices hit my mouth, and I lapped them all up like a damn dog. After she finished cumming, I tried to slide my dick back inside of her, but she sat up and went right for my dick. Her big, juicy lips wrapped around my dick, and I threw my head back in awe.

  Shae was humming on my shit, using her tongue to vibrate on it, and was moaning on it too. Jacking it, sucking it, spitting on it, and damn near trying to fuckin’ swallow it. She sucked my shit with her legs spread wide open, and I thumbed her clit at the same beat that she was using to suck me.

  “Fuckkkk, Shaeeeee. Do it just like that, shorty… just like that,” I moaned with my other hand on top of her head, guiding her movements.


  As sexy as that shit would have been to watch her swallow it like all the other times before, she was pregnant, and I didn’t want to do that shit. Like I took candy out of her mouth, and she was a baby, she damn near threw a fit when I took my dick from her. As if she weighed nothing, I lifted her up and carried her over to the wall. I was going to nut in ten strokes or less because my dick was brick hard. With her back against the wall as I held her, I bounced her up and down on my dick, giving her that dope dick that only a Miami nigga like myself could give her.

  “I’m about to nut, shorty. Fuckkkkk,” I groaned as I sped up the strokes and filled her insides with my semen.

  The way my body vibrated as I released inside of her, I swear it looked as if I was being electrocuted. I was biting my lip, my eyes were rolling, and I was holding her up in my arms for dear life, making sure that she caught all of this nut.

  “Damn. I missed that,” she panted, kissing me on my lips, my nose, my ears, and my neck.

  Shae was sweating, and so was I. We both were breathing like we’d just finished running in a 5K race. Her titties jiggled in the process of me bouncing her in my arms as I walked with her slowly over to our bed.

  “Bring your ass the fuck back home, and you’ll get it. I keep telling you that your ass is tripping!” I said and bit her neck.

  She smiled at my words and my actions. Seeing her smile had me smiling too. I missed everything about moments like this, and I swear I wasn’t just referring to sex. I was more so referring to good moments of being around her when I had her smiling so hard that I was quite sure that her cheeks were hurting.

  “This is what you wanted anyway. Talking about you didn’t know I was here. Shorty, you knew I was here because I’m sure you got the alert on your phone when I came home earlier. Why you can’t just be honest and say that you slid over here to get some dick. Why else would you have come without Maya?” I asked.

  She laughed as she buried her face in the crook of my neck, hiding in embarrassment. When it came to my girl, I knew her every fuckin’ move. I knew the way Shae thought; therefore, I knew that her deciding to come home tonight was strictly for dick, and I couldn’t even be mad at her.