Hooked On His Thuggish Ways 2

by Prenisha Aja

  “Hell yeah.” He nodded as he licked the blunt. “He comes around the same time every Sunday.”

  “Bet,” I let him know, and he nodded his head as he fired up the blunt.

  We sat in the car smoking, getting high as fuck when my phone rang. Looking down at it, I saw that it was Chyna’s ass and ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood to hear her whining and complaints. What I wanted right now was not what she was about to give me. I was stressed out and she wasn’t going to do anything but add more stress on me.

  “So how that nigga Sims doing?” Dex coughed as he passed the blunt to me.

  I inhaled that shit, held it in, then released before I began talking.

  “He straight. He healing and shit. He was lucky as fuck though,” I explained.

  Sims was lucky as fuck because lowkey, that nigga could have died. I guess it was just not his time yet.

  “That’s what’s up. I’m glad that nigga made it up out that shit. Real talk.” He bobbed his head.

  “Hell yeah,” I agreed.

  I then hit the blunt one more time and passed it. We sat in the car for about thirty more minutes before my phone rang again.

  “This hoe,” I huffed before I even picked it up.

  Dex chuckled but when I read over whose name flashed across my screen, my dick jumped.

  “Wait a minute, it’s this hoe…” I smiled as I slid my finger across the screen and answered.

  “What’s up witcha baby?” I picked my cup up that was filled with liquor and took a sip from it.

  “Nothing, trying to see you tonight that is all.”

  “Word, so my uncle doesn’t have you working tonight?” I questioned.

  It was a Saturday night and I knew most likely his club was poppin’, which meant her ass should be working and not calling me.

  “I requested the night off just for you,” she cooed in the phone.

  “Oh yeah? But what if I like my bitches to have money?” I played with her mind.

  “I get that, don’t worry. but tonight I want you,” she shot back and I couldn’t lie, she was just what the fuck I needed after the day I had. I knew she was going to bust it open, suck a nigga’s dick and not once complain, whine or give me a hard time like I knew Chyna would do.

  “Bet, you already know where to find me,” I replied, and we then hung up the phone.

  “Yo’ ass a fool with it.” Dex laughed.

  “You already know what it is.” I chuckled and waited until the lil’ bitch pulled up.

  Finally, Londyn was pulling up to my house after having me wait for about thirty minutes. Dex was already gone after his lil’ dip called him to come over or whatever.

  I sat in my car and watched as Londyn hopped out of her car. She had on this tight ass one-piece outfit that allowed me to see her pussy print from where I was. Her stomach had a lil’ pudge but shit, nowadays all bitches had that. Her ass was fat and she was looking so damn good, that my dick instantly rocked the fuck up.

  Getting out of the car, I leaned up against my car and adjust my black bomber jacket.

  “Damn, you looking good tonight,” she confessed as she stuck her long orange nail into her mouth seductively.

  “Thank you ma. So do you,” I said, then pulled her ass close to me.

  “You ready for this dick?” I asked as I moved my dreads out of my face.

  “Are you ready for this pussy?” she shot back.

  She was definitely more my speed. These young hoes didn’t know to handle me and I saw now that my ass needed me an older woman. Shit, at least just to fuck on.

  Londyn grabbed me by my jacket and led me up to my front door. Since the door was already unlocked, she twisted the knob and let us in.

  Pushing me up against the wall, not giving me no chance of closing the front door all the way, Londyn dropped down to her knees, unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out. As she stroked it, making it harder, I moaned out. “Damn, just look at it.”

  “It’s a big mothafucka, I know.” I was cocky as fuck but I knew for a fact that I was packing and if any hoe said different, I didn’t mind shoving it down her throat to prove my point.

  “Yes. Oh my. Yes.” Londyn’s eyes lit up and I could see her moving her tongue around in her mouth before she shoved my dick in her mouth and went to work.

  Londyn was down there bobbing on my dick like she had a point to prove. Like she wanted my young ass to be stuck on her.

  Londyn gagged on my dick as she tried to shove it as far as it would go. If she could have literally swallowed the whole thing, she would have. The way that she was massaging my balls and throating my whole dick had me feeling like I was about to have a heart attack or some shit.

  “Damn,” I hissed as I pulled my dick out of her mouth and moved to the side a little.

  I needed a little time to let my nut go down or she was about to have me nutting in under five minutes.

  “Why you running?” She crawled over to me as I clutched my chest.

  Damn. I licked my lips and just rested against the wall. Fuck it. I was going to bust a nut anyway so there was no point in trying to stop it. Londyn knew what she was doing and she was a fucking pro at it. I knew I couldn’t hold this nut back if I wanted to.

  Slipping my dick back into her mouth, she slowly eased it back out and focused on the head of my dick. The most sensitive part. She twirled her tongue around then she began to suck on it as if it was a lollipop. It was like she was trying to see how many fucking sucks, would it take to get to the center because she was going to work and soon she would find out.

  “Fuck,” I hissed as she shoved my dick back in her mouth as she let it jab the back of her throat.

  Spit was everywhere, it felt like I was in some sloppy wet pussy and when sucked her jaws in like a suction cup, I felt like I was now in some tight ass pussy and I was now about to nut.

  Pulling out, I beat my dick as she opened her mouth wide open and let me drain all of me in her mouth.

  My body was now relaxed and I was ready to go another round, but the sound of my door creeping open caused me to come to my senses real quick.

  “Chyna, what the fuck are you doing here?” I was now mad as fuck. She had shown up again at my house unannounced.

  “I thought that just maybe…maybe we could have talked it out, but I see now that it’s not even an option anymore.”

  “You fuckin’ right. Did you forget what the fuck you had text me? Oh wait, you thought I forgot.” I pointed at myself after shoving my dick back in my pants.

  I was now walking closer to her. I guess she figured that I forgot or that maybe it wasn’t a big deal to me. Oh, but her words did slice my ass like a blade. The fact that she used Jaxsyn, the nigga that I was beefing with, to cut me, I was about to let her ass have it.

  “I didn’t mean it. I was just mad,” she tried to explain.

  “Nah, you knew exactly what you were doing and what type of reaction that you were going to get. So that nigga Jaxsyn is going to do what?” I acted as if I was going to hit her duck ass, and she jumped so far back that she almost tripped and fell.

  “Whoodie,” I heard Londyn call my name, but my focus was on Chyna who just didn’t know her place.

  “What was that shit you were talking in those texts?”

  “I’m sorry Whoodie. I didn’t mean it.” Just like I knew she would, Chyna’s ass was now crying and shit. I hadn’t even put my hands on her like I had done the last time. And I wasn’t going to have to because what I was about to do, was going to make it loud and clear.

  “Londyn, come here,” I told her but instead of coming, she stood there confused as fuck.

  “Londyn, bring your ass here.” I looked at her over my shoulder and she began to walk towards me.

  When she reached me, I pulled her close to me, gripped that big ol’ booty and kissed her right in Chyna’s face. I wanted her to understand something. That she didn’t mean shit to me and that she was easy to replace. Also, that I was done with her as
s.

  “Really Whoodie? Really?” she whined before she lost it.

  “I fucking hate I even fucked with you,” she yelled as she ran towards me and began swinging on not only me, but Londyn too.

  “I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you,” she screamed as she continued to try to fight.

  Londyn was swinging and my ass had stepped back to let Londyn handle that shit. She was tearing into Chyna’s ass. Well, she was until she ended up slipping which caused Chyna to land on top of her.

  “You fuckin’ bitch.” Chyna began to punch Londyn in the face.

  Fuck, I quickly made my way over to where the girls were, sprawled out on my floor, and picked Chyna up. Chyna was now kicking, screaming and still swinging. She ended up hitting me in the face, which made me drop her ass. Running back over to Londyn, she kicked her dead in the stomach not once, but three fucking times.

  Londyn was now screaming and crying, “I’m pregnant. Get this bitch. I’m pregnant,” as she tried to block her stomach.

  Hearing her scream that she was pregnant caused the whole room to fall silent, to freeze.

  Chyna turned, looked at me and shook her head. She was breathing hard and out of breath. “So you got her pregnant?” she asked.

  I didn’t know what to say right now because I didn’t know shit about the bitch being pregnant, but I knew for sure that it wasn’t mine. Me and her had just started fucking around. Even though I was young, I wasn’t dumb, and I knew it took a lil’ longer to find out if you were pregnant or not.

  Stunned by all of it, I couldn’t even open my mouth, instead I watched Chyna walk out of my house as if she didn’t just walk in this bitch and turn it upside down. She was lucky my people were out of town and I had the house to myself, or it would have been even bigger problems.

  If they knew that I had turned their house into a damn hoe house, that Sims had gotten stabbed on their floor and that I had held somebody captive in this bitch, my auntie would have a whole fucking fit, but she wasn’t due to be back home until next month, so I was running around this bitch doing whatever I wanted.

  Shaking my head, I moved my dreads out of my face and Londyn struggled to get up. I rushed over to her, trying to give her a hand but instead, she slapped my hand away.

  “Don’t fuckin’ touch me. All this shit over your young ass. I haven’t had to deal with no shit like this in a minute,” she spat as tears streamed down her face and she held onto her stomach.

  “How the fuck was I supposed know that you were going to get your ass beat and that you are pregnant?” I mugged her ass.

  “It wasn’t your fucking business, and I shouldn’t even be fighting.” She pushed past me and limped out of my house.

  Exhaling, I looked around me, made my way to the door and slammed it. Both of them bitches could go. Fuck it.

  Beating my steering wheel as I sped away from Whoodie’s place, I couldn’t believe that I had lost my damn temper like that. Yes, I could get feisty but for the most part, I felt like I was a lover. I was searching for love in all of the wrong places, or maybe I was too blind when it came to what I really had in front of me, Melo. When we were dating, I never had to worry about being treated bad.

  The only altercation we’d ever had was when he broke up with his ex, but that was it. After that, we never had any more problems and here my dumb ass was, chasing behind a guy who meant me no good from the start.

  “I fucking hate him.” I sniffed as I wiped away the tears and focused on the road. I was never dealing with Whoodie again, and I put that on everything. He was bringing out the worst in me.

  Sighing, I turned the music up so loud in my car as I tried to drown out my depressing ass thoughts.

  The whole ride to my house, I was crying. I was crying because I should have been smarter. I should have opened my eyes way before it came to me losing my cool and beating a bitch’s ass over a nigga that technically never really was mine.

  To think that I would have done whatever for him, even if that meant getting in trouble.

  Now, a part of me wanted to do some dirty shit and let Jaxsyn know that his sister was raped and beaten with a gun.

  I remembered going in the room to check on Keisha and she had been talking in her sleep. She kept mumbling he raped me, he raped me, and then that’s when I put two and two together from the conversation that Sims and Whoodie had earlier that day.

  Ugh. I shook my head at my own fucked up ways because I should have been a bigger person. I should have never let that go down, but I wanted and I needed to right my wrongs. But sadly, I couldn’t do that without throwing Melo under the bus.

  Unless… I began to think hard as fuck. I had some shit to put in motion in order to get Whoodie back for playing with my mind and my heart.

  Hearing my stomach growl quickly pulled me away from my thoughts.

  What’s close by? I pondered as I took in my surroundings, trying to think of the closet restaurant near me.

  As I drove, the only thing that I spotted open was a freaking IHOP and I swear I was so sick of eating there. Bypassing it, I knew that a Jack-in-the-Box was coming up, so I would just stop there.

  Pulling up, I was driving slowly as I made my way to the drive-thru because I was searching in the back seat for my purse. While doing that, a car zoomed around me and cut me off, causing me to stomp on my brakes real hard. I wanted to curse whoever it was out.

  “Mothafucka,” I said to myself as I laid on the horn and I didn’t let up off of it until I felt like they felt my annoyance. On the cool, they had me fucked up and I didn’t appreciate their ass cutting in front of me.

  As I waited for them to finish ordering their food, I ordered mine and pulled behind the all-black Charger. The music in the car was so loud, that the trunk was rattling. I couldn’t see inside because the windows were tinted, but I knew it was a guy.

  I slowly crept behind the car and I watched as he stuck his hand out, grabbed his drink and paid for his food. He was also saying something to the lady and she smiled at whatever he was saying.

  Rolling my eyes, I assumed whoever he was, he was most definitely a ladies man.

  As I waited for them to hurry up and give the guy in front of me his food, I became annoyed when my gas light came on.

  Sighing, I guessed I should be thankful that the Jack-in-the-Box was connected to a gas station.

  Finally, the guy got his food and I was able to pull forward. My money rested in my lap as I gathered it together, getting ready to pay as the lady repeated my order out to me.

  “… your total is. Oh wait, the guy that was just ahead of you paid for your meal,” she let me know, and I was confused. Hell, he didn’t even know me.

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “Yes, and he was a cutie too.” She winked at me as she handed me my drink and now I wanted to know who in the hell he was.

  I actually wanted to tell him thank you.

  After getting my food, I pulled around the gas station and parked next to pump six. Grabbing my money to pay for my gas, I noticed the same black Charger parked in front of the store. As I walked up to the store, a part of me wanted to knock on his window so that I could tell him thank you, but I was too scared to.

  Bypassing the car, I paid for my gas and headed back out of the store.

  “Aye, you can say thank you,” the guy rolled his window down and yelled out the car.

  I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him. “Thank you.”

  “No problem, with yo’ fine ass.” He winked then let his window up, and I blushed as I walked to my car.

  Whomever he was, he was fine as fuck. I couldn’t take in his whole appearance but what I had observed, I liked what I saw. He had these light brown eyes, thin but pink lips, his skin was a chestnut color and he had braids. Even though I felt like braids were out of style, he looked good with them.

  As I thought about the guy that I had just met, I took the nozzle off of the handle as I unscrewed the cap to my gas tank.

>   Feeling someone behind me, I damn near jumped out of my skin when I saw that it was him.

  “Oh my… you can't be running up behind someone like that. I could have stabbed your ass or something,” I stated as I continued to breathe hard from the mini heart attack that I’d just had.

  He chuckled as he grabbed the nozzle from me and began to pump my gas for me. “I’m not worried about that shit shorty. Try getting shot.” He laughed as if that was something normal people said. “And why you out here pumping gas this late by yourself, where is yo nigga at?” he asked as he eyed me up and down.

  “Don’t have one.” I shrugged.

  “Word.” He turned to me, licked his lips, and I burst out laughing.

  Was this his form at getting at me? It was cute or whatever. “You’re funny.”

  “What’s funny about me? I don’t find shit funny about me. I’m a real ass nigga that do real ass shit. I paid for your food and I’m out here pumping yo’ gas for you. So what’s funny about that?” he asked me in a serious tone. His facial expression was now cold and he was looking at me with a blank stare, waiting for me to answer his question.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “Well how else did you mean it?” He finished pumping my gas and as he stood in front of me, he pulled his pants up just a little, folded his arms and looked at me as I nibbled on my lip, thinking of the right words to say to him.

  “Nothing. Are you done? Can I go now?” I huffed, as I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

  I didn’t know an answer to his question and the best way I knew to avoid a question was just to have a dry ass attitude for no reason. It worked like a charm for the most part.

  “Oh, you one of those?” He laughed as he ran his hand down his face then rubbed his hands together.

  “What?” I scrunched up my face in confusion. “One of what?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I know how to fix it.” He walked up on me and I backed up against my car.

  “Back up, I don’t know you like that,” I told him.

  The closer he got to me, the more I could smell his cologne. Whatever fragrance it was had me closing my eyes as I took it in.