Royal #2
Her soft voice did something to me too. I hated it, but still, in the midst of my anger…I felt something…it was something that made a nigga breathe a little bit easier. She knew I wasn’t good…It was all a part of the stupid ass games she played with a nigga.
“Yeah.” My jaw clenched tight. “I came to let you know how fucked up you got me.” I flicked my nose before pushing past her.
“Nigga, you ain’t that good coming into my house when I didn’t invite you in!” She yelled behind me, keeping her front door wide open.
I pulled my gun from my waist and scanned her living room. Her cloud white couch that she complained about me sitting on, because of its color, had discarded clothes on it. My jaw clenched, and I looked back at her accusingly as I scanned the rest of the front room.
I inhaled the small space that I considered beneath me compared to what I was used too. The stench of sex and perfume hit my senses right away.
“Nasty ass bitch,” I mumbled under my breath in disgust.
“Look, Royal,” Serenity sighed harshly behind me. “I ain’t got time for this shit. I’m in the middle of a session, a big one at that with another popular OnlyFans—”
“You in the mood for me to air this bitch out?” I cut her off, swiftly turning toward her with my gun clutched tightly at my side.
Her big eyes widened, her complexion turning three shades of red as she noted the gun at my side.
“I can’t do this shit with you, tonight,” she lowered her tone in a pleading manner.
“Why Serenity?” My shoulders lowered; not in defeat but wanting a better understanding on why the fuck she wanted to do this shit to me.
She had a nigga right in front of her with enough money to feed generations on top of generations even after I was gone.
A real ass nigga that would try my hardest to give her the world and prove to her how much she was worth the change in her life.
She rejected it all just to think small by laying on her back and opening her legs wide for strange niggas every other day of the week.
I didn’t understand the shit, and I also felt like there was no explanation to what she was currently settling for.
“You told me you wanted to give this shit a try… Got my fucking hopes up and then you turn around and keep playing in my face like I’m some kind of pussy ass nigga.” I cocked my head to the side, feeling my anger tipping over.
When she said nothing, I took one step in her direction but still kept a safe distance to keep from strangling her dumb ass.
“I done popped boils off the top of that funky ass pussy… picked ingrown hairs and stirred plenty of yeast infections between my fingers from you fucking up ya PH balance with different dicks on different days of the week.” I pointed my gun in her direction, making her jump.
Yeah, nigga, you been trippin’ off this bitch for real doing all that nasty shit… that annoying ass voice echoed in my head.
“You trippin’, Royal…” She shook her head shamelessly, like I was the one in the wrong.
“Nah, I ain’t trippin’…” I frowned, closing the space between us.
I shoved my gun back where it belonged and decided to fuck with her mind like she had been doing me.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as my hand tugged at the front of her bra until the cheap material ripped down the middle, causing her C cup breasts to spill out. The way she loved toxicity should be studied. I pulled her pebbled nipple downward and applied pressure to it.
Serenity’s eyes rolled to the back of her head while I practically tried to pinch her fucking nipple off.
“Shh-shit, Royalllll,” she moaned out, eyes fluttering and struggling to focus on me.
“I should’ve did tonight’s scene with you,” she cooed, allowing her head to fall forward. “Nobody do me like you do, daddy.”
The nerve of this hoe…
With my freehand, I pushed past the band of her panties. I cupped her fat mound then squeezed before sliding my fingers past her slippery folds.
Pastrami pussy ass bitch got me fucked up…
“I don’t know how to trip, ma.” I leaned down to her short frame and captured the tip of her chin between my teeth. “I just know how to show mutha fucka’s how fucked up they got me.”
I pulled my hand back, stretching the thin material of her panties until I heard the warning sound of them getting ready to rip. Not thinking twice about it, I spanked her wet pussy three times then slid my thumb over her swollen clit.
“You told me you loved me.” I released her chin only to bite the center of her neck. “You like fucking with my head—”
“Ro-Royal, I do love you, daddy!” She moaned loudly.
“Shut the fuck up before I fucking kill you for lying,” I grated, speeding up the pace and pressure of my thumb against her sensitive bud.
“This pussy was already disrespectfully wet because of another nigga that’s waiting for you in the other room!” My voice boomed.
Her thighs clenched, locking my hand in place as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“I got a problem,” she uttered out brokenly.
“Fuck yo problem,” I spat, looking down at her angelic face.
“I wanted to love you through every fuckin’ problem,” I gritted, pushing back my emotions.
I pushed my index and middle finger into her pulsating tunnel and went straight for her spot. Her pussy gushed for me as her eyes rolled and got stuck. I let her ride my fingers for dear life even though she knew she didn’t have to. I knew her body like I knew my role as Capo.
This would be the last time that I proved to her what she knew all along. The last time I would tell her how fucked up she constantly had me…and the last time I lost my fucking mind over a nothing ass bitch that didn’t want more for herself.
Soon as Serenity nutted in the palm of my hand, her guest stood at the start of her hallway with a bewildered look on his face.
Lucky for him, he was just the nigga I had to put out of misery before Luca paid him a torturous visit.
With the knowledge of knowing Serenity could nut back-to-back if I kept stimulating her G-spot with feather light strokes, I twisted my fingers inside of her.