Chapter 12 #2
His head rolled to the side when Renza let him go, without a single reaction comin’ from him, and that’s when it really hit me that he wasn’t just hurt… he was knocked the fuck out.
“Don’t ever try to put no nigga in my face,” he said, lookin’ dead at me. “’Cause this gon’ always be the fuckin’ outcome.”
I couldn’t even speak…
Security rushed over, but soon as they saw Renza, they slowed down.
Renza pulled his gun out, pointin’ it just enough to make his point clear.
“Y’all niggas know me in this bitch, so don’t make this shit worse than it already is,” he said. “Back the fuck up!”
Nobody argued. They moved the hell out his way like they knew he would shoot the whole damn club up.
Mecca stood off to the side with her eyes wide, not sayin’ a word. I was still stuck in place until Renza grabbed my arm again and started walkin’ me out.
“Renza—”
“Yo’, just shut up!” he snapped.
Outside, the air hit different, but the tension didn’t leave.
“Mecca, I’m good!” I called out.
She hesitated, then nodded slowly like she knew better than to get into me and Renza’s shit.
By the time we got to his car, I yanked my arm back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
He turned on me quick, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them before. “Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me, Reni.”
“That shit you just did was not cool!” I snapped. “You look crazy as hell!”
“That’s what you been askin’ for,” he shot back. “You treatin’ me like I’m some hoe ass nigga, puttin’ other niggas in my face like I won’t kill one of them niggas!”
My chest rose and fell with anger mixin’ in a way I couldn’t even sort out.
“You don’t own me!” I yelled.
He stepped closer like he didn’t hear a word I just said, his face still tight from everything that just happened.
“Girl, ain’t nobody said shit about ownin’ you,” he shot back. “But you not finna play with me like I’m some nigga you can swap out when you feel like it either.”
I let out a dry laugh, shakin’ my head at him.
“Oh, now you care how I move, huh? Now you wanna act like you want me in public, grabbin’ on me and beatin’ niggas up in front of everybody, but when I was tryna be out with you, when I wanted to be seen with you for real, you made that shit feel like it was a problem. ”
His brows pulled together. “Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”
“Yes, I’m serious, nigga!” I snapped. “You pick and choose when you wanna act like I matter, and I’m tired of that shit, Renza!”
“I been showin’ you off,” he came back quick. “The whole fuckin’ island know yo’ crazy ass! Muthafuckas know you mine. Just ’cause you ain’t met my entire family, now I’m doin’ you dirty?”
I stared at him like he sounded stupid. “That shit sound dumb as hell, and you know it. You full of shit.”
His jaw tightened, and he took another step closer. “Nah, you makin’ it seem like I been treatin’ you foul, and I ain’t been on that with you. Not once. I been blowin’ yo’ fuckin’ phone up for a week straight, and you think it’s a fuckin’ game.”
I laughed again, but it ain’t have no humor in it. “You just don’t get it.”
“Nah, I get it,” he cut in. “You want a different type of nigga. You want somebody that move how you want, when you want, and I keep tellin’ you I’m not that.”
“And I keep tellin’ you I’m not askin’ for no crazy shit!” I shot back. “I’m askin’ for you to act like you serious about me!”
“I am serious about you!” he snapped, his voice risin’ higher now. “But you not finna sit here and act like I gotta prove that shit every five minutes and then turn around and throw another nigga in my face like I ain’t supposed to react.”
I folded my arms, lookin’ up at him with attitude all over my face. “I ain’t throw nobody in your face. I was mindin’ my business.”
“Man, stop playin’ with me,” he said, shakin’ his head. “You know exactly what you was doin’ in there.”
“Oh, so now I can’t go out? I can’t have fun?” I’m supposed to sit around and wait on you to figure out if I’m worth it or not?”
He stepped in even closer, his voice droppin’ low. “Don’t twist shit up like that. You know damn well that ain’t what I’m doin’.”
“Then what are you doin’, Renza?” I shot back. “’Because from where I’m standin’, it feel like I’m wastin’ my time.”
That hit, and I saw it in his face for a split second before that hardness came right back.
“Reni… You not finna disrespect me and act like you can replace me just to make a point. A nigga ain’t stupid. You wanted this type of reaction outta me.”
I rolled my eyes hard, my emotions all over the place. “Fuck you, Renza!”
“It’s fuck me, huh?” Renza moaned in my ear, his voice rough while he pushed his dick deeper inside me, his tongue draggin’ all over my neck like he was tryna mark me up.
I was pinned against the love sofa, with one leg hangin’ over the arm while the other was hooked tight around his waist. I was strugglin’ to take all his dick the way he was givin’ it to me. My body kept tryin’ to adjust, but he wasn’t lettin’ up long enough for me to catch my rhythm.
After fightin’ in that damn club parkin’ lot, I still ended up in his car, arguin’ and callin’ him all kinda names while he drove.
That shit didn’t stop when we got to my condo either. It followed us straight through the door, built up even worse, and before I could even think straight, his hands was strong around my throat. It was rough and impatient like all his anger had to go somewhere.
“I’m burnin’ this shit. You might as well forget you even wore this hoe shit,” he said low while he yanked my shorts down my legs and ripped my shirt clean off me like it didn’t cost shit.
Next thing I knew, I was pinned against the sofa with his dick buried deep in my pussy, and this wasn’t the way he usually fucked me. This shit felt like punishment, like he was takin’ every bit of his anger out on my body instead of sayin’ it.
“Renza… fuck!” I moaned, my voice breakin’ while I dug my nails into his forearm, tryna hold on while he held my thighs open and spread me wider.
His thumbs pressed deep into my skin while he fucked me rough, his hips slammin’ into me over and over until I couldn’t even think straight.
All I heard was my pussy squishin’ around his dick every time he pushed in and pulled out.
The sound was loud enough to mix in with every moan that kept fallin’ out my mouth.
We was both still mad as hell… but neither of us was stoppin’.
“Nah…” he breathed against my ear, pushin’ deeper and stretchin’ my pussy out like he needed me to feel all of him. “I thought it was fuck me… so I’mma show you what a fuck is.”
My legs started shakin’, my muscles tightenin’ from how he had me bent. When I tried to say his name again, his hand slid up and wrapped around my throat.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Then his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue pushin’ past my lips while he kept fuckin’ me like he wasn’t about to slow down for nothin’. The kiss was deep, messy, and hungry. His lips was movin’ all over mine while he sucked and licked into my mouth.
A shiver ran through my whole body, my eyes rollin’ back while my fingers curled into the sofa. I hated how good this shit felt with how mad I still was at him.
Renza was deep in my pussy, beatin’ it up in a way that had my body givin’ in whether I wanted it to or not, and truth be told… I didn’t want it any other way.
His mouth moved from my lips down to my jaw, then all over my neck while his hips kept slammin’ into me, harder and faster, like he wasn’t done until he got it all out.
“I’mma teach you ’bout playin’ with me,” he muttered in my ear. “You wanna put other niggas in my face? A’ight… I’m finna put this dick on you… all night.”
The way he said it made my stomach tighten, and I felt that shit buildin’ low in my body, tryna act like a part of me wasn’t scared of what he was about to do to me.
From the couch to the floor, back to the couch, then all the way into the bedroom, Renza didn’t give me a damn break.
Every time I thought he was about to slow down or let me catch myself, he was already movin’ me again, flippin’ me over, bendin’ me a different way, or pullin’ me up just to put me right back down how he wanted me.
At one point, he had me laid across the edge of the sofa with my back arched and my legs pushed up as he stood between them, holdin’ me in place while he pushed his dick deep in my pussy.
My hands was grabbin’ at anything I could reach as my body tried to adjust while he kept that same pressure, not lettin’ up.
Then he dragged me off the couch and down to the floor, my knees pressin’ into the carpet while he kneeled behind me, pullin’ my hips back into him every time he thrust forward.
His grip was tight like he wasn’t about to let me move unless he moved me.
I tried to shift and tried to straighten up, but he kept me right here, bent over and takin’ all his dick while my legs started shakin’ from holdin’ myself up.
By the time we made it to the bedroom, my body was already givin’ out, but he still wasn’t done with me. He pushed me on the bed, turned me over, and had me on my stomach with my ass up and my legs hangin’ halfway off while he stood behind me and slid right back into my pussy like he never left it.
Every stroke felt deeper than the last, my body jerkin’ forward with it while I tried to hold myself up on my elbows, but I couldn’t even keep that for long.
My arms gave out, and my face pressed into the mattress just as Renza slid right on top of me, his chest heavy against my back while he stayed buried deep in my pussy.
He didn’t lift up off me either. He stayed right there with his weight pressin’ me down into the bed while his hips rolled into me from behind, grindin’ and pushin’ deeper at the same time until I felt like I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
One of his arms slid under me, his hand comin’ up to my chest while the other stayed locked on my hip, holdin’ me in place while he kept fuckin’ me like that.
The way he had me pinned made everything feel heavier, every stroke hittin’ deeper while my body stayed trapped under his, takin’ all of him with no space to adjust or breathe through it.
All I could do was grip the sheets and take it, my legs shakin’ under me while he kept that same pressure, not lettin’ up and givin’ me nothin but him.
By then, my thighs was burnin’, my legs was shakin’, and my pussy felt like it wasn’t gettin’ a break at all.
“You gon’ stop fuckin’ playin’ with me?” he grunted, fuckin’ into me hard enough to make the bed shift.
“Yes!” I moaned, my voice shaky while I dug my nails into the sheets and scrunched them up in my fists. “Yes, Renza!”
At that point, I was done. My whole body was sore, my legs were weak, and my pussy felt like it had been worked over in every way possible. I didn’t even care how it sounded… I was tappin’ the fuck out!
“Good,” he said low. “’Cause I been holdin’ this nut all night.”
His pace picked up again, his hips slammin’ into me faster and harder as his breath got rougher. He finally let go with a deep moan that had me bitin’ my lip ’cause of how raw and vulnerable it sounded.
He pulled his dick out my pussy, and I let out a shaky breath while he stroked himself a few times before comin’ all over my ass.
“Ahh, shit…” he groaned with one hand squeezin’ my ass while the other worked his dick.
I looked back over my shoulder, watchin’ him grip the tip tight while the last bit of his nut dripped down on me.
After a minute, he got up, disappeared into the bathroom, and came back with a towel, wipin’ my ass clean before leanin’ down and pressin’ his lips to it, kissin’ it slow before smackin’ it.
I didn’t even move because I was too damn tired to do nothin’ but lay there and breathe.
He went back to the bathroom again, and when he came out, I was still on my stomach, still tryin’ to catch myself. He grabbed me and dragged me up toward the headboard before layin’ down beside me and pullin’ me into his chest like that shit between us didn’t just happen.
I rested my head against him, my body heavy, my pussy beat the fuck up but satisfied in a way I couldn’t even explain.
“My mama birthday in a couple weeks,” he said after a minute, his hand slidin’ over my hip. “Me and the fam takin’ a trip… I want you to come spend a few days with us.”
I could’ve said somethin’ slick. I could’ve brought up everything we just argued about. But I was too worn out to even go there.
“Yeah… I’ll go,” I said.
He smacked my ass again, then rubbed over it like he always did.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
After that, we both got quiet… and passed the hell out.