Chapter Six
“So, y-y-you saying you don’t know the nigga? Never crossed paths with him or nothing,” Dexter interrogated while standing in front of Tyler with a blunt between his fingers.
“Dex, my answer hasn’t changed since the first time you asked me. I. Don't. Know. Him,” she stressed, pushing her tablet to the side. It was clear she wasn’t going to get any work done.
“Th-th-then why the fuck he talking about taking you from me?” he stuttered. “H-h-how you think that make me look?”
“He just started talking to me, Dex. What was I supposed to do?”
“Walk the fuck away, duh!” Dexter jabbed her in the forehead. “Unless you like the shit. You crushing on that wanna be rapping ass nigga? You like him?”
“Dex, you've been drinking and I’d advise you to chill.”
“Don’t tell me to chill. It’s cool when you in this bitch putting your hands on me, but the moment I turn up, you wanna tell me to chill.”
“I’m saying it for your own good,” Tyler calmly advised. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“Bitch, you think I care about the mood you’re in when my reputation on the fucking line?”
“Call me another bitch and I’m going to spazz the fuck out,” she promised.
“Y-y-you think it’s funny to have these niggas laughing at me?” Dexter's wild eyes bore holes into her. “What the fuck is a Logic?” He snorted. “Talking about he want you...yea, ok. Fucking with me that nigga gone catch a bullet.”
Tyler didn’t know anything about Logic, and now she had heard his name more in the last three days than her own.
She had even contemplated jumping in his DM’s and cussing him the fuck out.
Thanks to him, Dexter was on her ass like white on rice.
He wanted to attend every studio session, photoshoot, and meeting, thinking Logic was somewhere around.
Every time her phone rang, he reached for it and answered it without her permission.
“Dexter ain’t nobody laughing at you.” Tyler pushed him out of her face. “It’s your guilty conscience. You know you ain’t shit and you’re paranoid because you think another nigga is going to snatch me from your ass.”
“What the fuck you just say?” Dex wiped the corners of his mouth, glaring at her through narrow eyes. “Repeat that shit.”
“You heard me nigga. I told you that I didn’t know that man, but your drunk ass ain’t comprehending the message because all you do is fuck around and lie,” she snapped, tired of handling him with kids’ gloves. “Shit, maybe this is what you needed. Someone to put a fire under your ass.”
Whap!
Dexter’s large hand flew across her cheek, turning her head in the process.
“After everything I’ve done for yo hoe ass this how you talk to me?
” he barked. “I’m the man in this relationship, Ty!
I run this shit. I took care of you when everybody else treated you like shit!
” he screamed in her face. “ME!” Dex pushed her.
“I fucking upgraded your life, and you think I won’t kill you about this shit?
Like I won’t have us both on the front of a newspaper on some murder suicide shit,” he threatened, roughly mushing her face.
“Why the fuck you acting like I’m not willing to die about this shit?
” Dexter roared, upsetting himself even more.
“You’re a dummy.” Tyler swung, popping him back in the mouth. Dexter didn’t flinch, so she picked up the PS5 controller and smashed it against his face.
Whap!
“Dumb ass nigga, you made me fall in love with you and then you started treating me like shit!”
“Shit.” Dexter held his face. He gently touched his eye, praying that it was still in the socket.
“My fault, baby. You just make me so fucking crazy, man.” He tried to grab her from storming past him.
“Do you hear me? You make me crazy,” Dexter cried with real tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I love you, baby. I fucking love you, and you be treating me like shit.”
“I only treat you how you’ve been treating me all this time.
” Tyler swatted his hands away, unaffected by his words.
She often wished his flunkies could see him behind closed doors.
Dexter cried and fought her to get his way but acted like an asshole when the world was watching.
He acted as if he didn’t need her when he needed her for everything.
“These niggas been wanting what I got!” He roughly palmed her ass. “But you’re mine.” He forcefully kissed her neck while slipping his hands into her panties. “You better not ever give this shit away. You hear me? Ever!” Dexter bit down on her shoulder, making her shudder.
“Wait.” Tyler weakly attempted to push him off her, knowing where things were headed, but his fingers massaging her insides felt good.
“This what you needed, baby? This why you acting up? You need daddy to take care of you?” He caressed her middle.
“Shut up.” Tyler used all her strength to push him down on the couch.
Dex knew the drill and started removing his clothes without being asked.
His eyes remained on Tyler, who was making her way across the living room to her purse.
He watched her grab the tin mint can from her purse and pop two pills in her mouth.
Instead of chasing them with water, Tyler crushed them with her back teeth.
“Bring me one.”
“I’m not bringing you shit.” Tyler dropped the purse and walked back over to him.
“So fucking sexy, but so fucking mean.” Dexter licked his lips.
“You made me this way.”
“Nah, your fucked up parents made you this way. I just got stuck with cleaning up the mess.”
“Fuck you.” Tyler gave him the middle finger.
His words stung, but they were partially true. Who else was to blame for her fucked up mental state other than the people who brought her into the world?
Dexter didn’t know if it was the liquor in his system or the demonic switch in her hips, but he was hypnotized.
He could see why niggas wanted his bitch.
She was bad. Curvaceous, pretty ass smile, soft ass skin, perfect round titties, and good ass pussy.
Pussy that belonged to him. Pussy that curved to the shape of his dick.
Pussy that he broke in. His girl was trigger worthy.
War worthy. And any nigga could get it behind her.
He felt bad about the red print that started to form on her cheek, but it didn’t stop his dick from rocking up.
When she stood between his legs, Dex helped her straddle his lap, letting out a low groan when he sank into her flesh.
Her pussy felt like silk. Not that fake shit either, the real soft shiny fabric that costs a grip.
“Fuck, baby,” Dex groaned, gripping her hips as she slowly grinded on his dick to a rhythm only she could hear. “You so fucking beautiful, baby.” He tried to kiss her, but Tyler smacked him.
“Don’t,” she moaned. His talking and touching her was fucking with the fantasy in her head. She didn’t need him to talk her through it or praise her. All she needed was his hard dick.
“Do your thing then, baby.” Dexter reached for his half-smoked blunt on the other cushion. Lighting it, he blew smoke in the air and sat back while Tyler rolled her body like a snake. She was perfectly capable of fucking herself, so he let her. Leaning back, Dexter simply watched her in admiration.
With her eyes closed, Tyler was floating somewhere amongst the stars and lost aircrafts.
Her body felt light, and thanks to the overload of shit in her system, her mind was miles away, and she loved it there.
She was high and she never wanted to come down.
Caressing her own breasts, Tyler's fingers toyed with her pierced nipples, prompting Dex to lean up and wrap his lips around her perfect chocolate kisses.
This time, she let him touch her. His cool lips and her warm nipples caused her back to arch.
“Hmm,” she moaned, smashing them together so he could give both nipples the same treatment.
“Bend over,” Dex whispered, releasing her nipples.
Doing as she was told, Tyler slid off his cream coated dick and bent over the arm of the couch while he ashed his blunt. In seconds, Dex was slipping right back between her thighs.
“Shit,” he shuddered, sinking into her soft flesh.
“You love this pussy?” Tyler questioned, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, giving him a perfect view of his dick sliding in and out of her. Dex opened his mouth and let saliva drip from his tongue onto her asshole. Using his thumb, he massaged it before slipping his thumb up her ass.
“Fuck yea,” Dex answered her question, following up with one of his own. “You love this dick?”
“No,” Tyler answered, twirling her hips. The combination of his dick throbbing in her pussy and his thumb massaging the inside of her ass had her throwing it back faster. Harder.
“Straight up?” Picking up his pace to match hers, he removed his thumb and started drilling her harder. “You gone have my baby?” Dexter foolishly asked.
“No.”
Whap!
His hand went across her ass cheek.
“You gone marry me?”
“Noooo,” Tyler moaned.
“Man, you better say you love me, Ty,” Dexter growled, slightly frustrated that she wouldn’t say what he needed to hear. Even if it was a lie, he wanted the confirmation.
“Ah,” she cried out, loving how deep his dick plunged into her pussy. “Harder,” Tyler demanded, frustrated that he wasn’t quite hitting the spot that was almost impossible to reach.
“Say you love me,” Dex ordered, needing to hear those words slip from her mouth as much as she needed his dick to soothe an ache in her core. “Say it! Ahh fuck!”
“No, wait,” Tyler whined, feeling his body jerk.
Seconds later, his glossy dick slipped from between her thighs, and Dex rolled over to the side.
He wanted to feel bad that she didn’t get hers, but for them, this was normal.
The sex was good, but Tyler rarely came.
Dex could count on one hand how many times she had ejaculated since they started having sex, and three times were due to him sucking on her bud until he couldn’t feel his lips.