Chapter 13
King
From the moment Layloni walked her fine ass into that club, I knew I had a problem.
I told myself to fall back the minute I found out she had settled out here in Cali. Still, I kept tabs on everything that woman did. My excuse was simple. She was new to all of this. Leaving the South and coming out here was a big step for anybody, including me.
California didn’t move like the dirty South. Out here everything ran fast. Conversations were slick, people talked quick, and if you weren’t sharp you’d get swallowed whole. You had to think faster than the next person or get left behind.
I didn’t know everything about Layloni. Truth was, there was a lot I didn’t know. But one thing I couldn’t deny was the pull I felt toward her. Something about her kept tugging at me like a hook in my chest.
Hell, I even surprised myself the day I told her ex-boyfriend she would be mine one day.
At the time it sounded like some wild shit even coming out of my own mouth. I had never been the type of man to imagine myself tied to anybody. Not after what I watched my father go through. Love turned men weak. I saw it firsthand.
Yet here I was.
I even went as far as sending Rellianah to Layloni’s salon. When Layloni changed her number, I thought I was out of options until I stumbled across her grand opening on Instagram’s explore page.
She was standing outside her storefront, keys in one hand, a pair of oversized gold scissors in the other. Her smile stretched wide across her face like she had finally reached a place she had prayed for.
Seeing that warmed something in my chest I didn’t like acknowledging.
It always did something to me watching Black women beat the odds. Seeing one of them build something for herself in a world that tried hard as hell to break them down… that shit hit different.
Still, I knew I couldn’t start anything with Layloni until she was completely healed.
Ain’t no way in hell I’m fucking a woman who’s still hung up on another nigga. I don’t play those kinds of games. Any woman I dealt with was clean in every sense of the word. No other men. No messy attachments. No emotional leftovers.
If she was dealing with me, that pussy was reserved for a king.
Just my luck, Rellianah mentioned she and Layloni were linking up at the club last night. The second those words left her mouth, I was already planning my move.
Rellianah and her husband Cream had been helping me transition into doing everything one hundred percent legit. Showing me the ropes, guiding me through the process of cleaning up money and stepping out of the street life slowly but surely.
I had every intention of doing exactly that.
Right after I killed Troy and Prince bitch asses.
Once that was handled, Hussle could have the rest of the operation. I was ready to start looking at life differently. Build something real.
I watched Layloni shift in her sleep, I adjusted my manhood through my boxers and stared at her like a damn creep.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I should’ve been left hours ago. Yet here it was, six in the morning, and I was still standing in her bedroom watching her breathe.
Hell, I even cuddled with her thick ass after fucking her unconscious.
The memory alone made heat crawl through my body. Her skin had been warm against mine. Soft. Her scent clung to the sheets, a mixture of cocoa butter and something faintly sweet that still lingered in the air.
And like a damn fool, I slipped up and didn’t use a condom.
Her pussy tasted like water. Fresh. No foul smell. No sourness. Just clean warmth that had me losing every ounce of discipline I normally carried.
I didn’t even think Layloni understood the terms and conditions of fucking with a man like me.
But she would soon enough.
Standing over the bed, I realized I couldn’t even make my feet move toward the door. That alone told me everything I needed to know.
This right here was the exact reason I stayed away from her.
Layloni had a way of shifting something inside my chest.
My heart had been iced over for years. Frozen solid.
The only person who could melt even a small piece of it was my mom. Around her, a little warmth would surface. A small reminder that I wasn’t completely hollow inside.
But Layloni?
I barely knew this woman.
So why the hell was my chest feeling warm just looking at her?
Why couldn’t I just leave and contact her later?
I had a flight to catch today. I needed to finish Troy’s ass myself since G’s soft ass couldn’t get the job done.
Layloni rolled onto her back, the sheets slipped down and exposing her left breast.
A low groan dragged out of my chest before I could stop it.
I turned away quickly, and walked toward her bathroom. I needed a shower. Needed cold water. Needed something to clear my head.
“I’m surprised you stayed, playboy.” Her voice stopped me mid-step.
I froze, then slowly turned around.
Our eyes met and, before I could stop myself, a smile tugged at my mouth.
Yeah.
I was glad I stayed.
Her peanut butter brown skin glowed in the soft morning light pouring through the curtains as she stretched lazily across the bed. The movement made my stomach twist in a way that felt entirely too damn soft for my liking.
I didn’t like that feeling one bit.
“I’m surprised too.” I muttered.
Layloni had a way of pulling words out of me.
Most of the time I didn’t talk much. Words wasted energy, and I preferred action over conversation. Talking was for people who needed to explain themselves.
I never had to.
Her phone started ringing. Without a care in the world, she pushed the sheets completely off her body and reached across the nightstand to grab it.
I turned away to give her privacy, walking toward the door again, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard her voice.
“Good morning to you too, Monty.” She cooed into the phone sweetly.
Her face lit up with a bright smile as she spoke, like that Monty nigga made her morning as if I hadn’t made her fucking night. She completely ignored the fact that I was still standing in this room.
Something ugly stirred inside my chest.
Jealousy.
I hated that shit.
Still, I stood there like an idiot for five whole minutes, listening to her soft responses and quiet laughter.
Finally, I cleared my throat.
The sound snapped her attention toward me, startling her like she had forgotten I was even here.
“Hold on,” she said into the phone quickly before glancing at me.
“I’ll call you back later.” She uttered lowly into the phone.
She hung up and sat up in bed. The inquisitive innocent looking stare she gave me pissed me off.
“Don’t ever do that shit again,” I said sharply, already turning toward the bathroom before I said something worse.
“Do what again, King?” she asked right as I reached for the door.
I stopped.
“Don’t talk on the phone with none of your male friends when I’m around,” I licked my lips. “Matter fact dead that shit.”
I stepped out of the bathroom doorway; and walked closer to the bed so she could see I was dead serious.
“The women I mess with don’t get to have other fuck buddies.” I cocked my head to the side.
“You let me fuck raw as fuck, and think you gone entertain the next nigga.” I gritted.
Her mouth dropped open, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at me like I had completely lost my mind. Maybe I did.
“Excuse me?” she said slowly. “I’m not the women you fuck, and clearly I’m single. I can do whatever I want, King.” She shrugged.
She tried to sound like she was checking me. I found that shit comical as fuck. Like I said before, she didn’t understand the terms and conditions that came with giving me that pussy.
“Drop him, Layloni.” I demanded.
“Boy please.” She waved her hand dismissively through the air.
That word stopped something deep inside me. My expression hardened instantly.
“Don’t ever refer to me as boy,” I said quietly, the warning heavy in my tone.
“I’m a grown ass man… and you gonna talk to me like one.”
I moved a little closer, she slid out of bed looking fragile. Good, I wore her ass the fuck out last night. She crossed both arms over her breasts, and started rolling her eyes and neck. This must have been the new and reformed Layloni.
“I think you need to leave,” She gave me a pointed look as my eyes dropped down to the small pudge in her stomach.
When my eyes went lower, it zoomed in on that fat, sweet pussy of hers.
I was in trouble. I ain’t felt a piece of pussy like hers in a while.
That pussy was lethal as hell, already I placed a claim on it.
I wanted to put a tracking device inside of her just to see where that pussy went when I wasn’t around.
“You should’ve listened to the terms and conditions when you were begging for a nigga to go deeper,” I smirked, “I’m only gone tell you this shit once and, then, it’s final.
Can’t no other nigga sniff that pussy, taste that pussy, not even be too close to it…
” I grabbed a handful of pussy with one ignoring her slapping my hand away.
“That’s where you got me fucked up King!
I’m single and I’m going to do single people things.
You’re my friend just like Monty is and I’m not looking for a relationship or no man to tie me down!
So, excuse my language, but fuck your terms and conditions that you never stated to begin with! I ain’t sign no damn contract!”
Her skin turned a shade red, and I knew I struck a nerve. Most females I dealt with loved my terms and conditions, and they followed it with no problem.
“If I wanted to be tied down, it sure wouldn’t be with a man that have multiple women, that’s for damn sure!
” she paused as she thought some more on what she should add to the statement.
I remained quiet; I felt like said enough and my point was made unless she wanted to find that shit out on her own timing with my actions.
“I’m going to go out with Monty! If I want, I’m going to fuck him too! Now, you term and condition that--.”
I snatched her feisty ass up and turned her until her ass was against me.
“You got a fucking mouth on you.” I bit into her earlobe.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she pushed her ass against me. I drew back my hips letting my dick slip down to her entrance.
“You gone cut that nigga Monty off, like I fuckin told you to.” I thrust forward, pushing inside her. She screamed as I selfishly buried myself to the hilt inside of her.
Her warmth wetness tightened around me, it felt too tight making it hard for me not to groan as her pussy envelops me completely. I guided her ass smoothly to the wall and placed my hand beside her head and thrust harder and faster.
“Be a good girl and rub that clit while I rearrange these guts.”
My fingertips dug into the back of her thigh as I forced it further apart. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her head dropped back as pleasure builds up inside of her. Her muffled whimpers turn into screams as punish the pussy making sure to angle my dick to hit her sensitive spot.
Her body twitched and jerked as she struggled to keep her balance.
“Tell me what the fuck I want to hear, Layloni.” I gritted lowly in her ear.
Nothing came out of her mouth so I decided to take shit up a notch. Quickly, I slid out of her, turned her to face me then lifted her thick ass off her feet and slid deeply back in. Her legs wrapped around my waist, thighs trembling against me as I hit the bottom of her pussy.
“Say that shit, like the fuck I said.” I bit and sucked at her collarbone.
“I’m gone cut that nigga off!” She moaned out, gushing out all around my dick.
In less than two minutes I had Layloni cumming all over my shaft. Her pussy spasmed around me, my nut was quick to follow right behind.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” I smirked against the crook of her neck.
I laid her ass down gently on the bed then went to handle my hygiene.