Chapter 1 Xyleek
Chapter One
Xyleek
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packin’ with them automatics, we gon’ send him to Heaven, wait, wait, wait, wait…
Pop Smoke’s Dior blared through my sound system as I sat in my armchair puffing on a blunt.
I fucked with his music heavy, so it was always in rotation.
Watching the three shorties in my bed please each other, I rolled my eyes and my head fell backwards, my focus shifting to the ceiling.
No matter how many women I used to pass the time, none of them measured up to Rahdreka.
Every bitch was plain and lame in comparison to my baby.
I knew she was grieving her husband’s death and shit, but how sad could she really be about a nigga she didn’t truly love?
I was a firm believer that in life, you get one true love, and we were it for each other.
Somewhere along the way, things got fucked up between us, so we had to end our relationship temporarily.
At least it was temporary on my end, but she called herself moving on and getting married.
Drek knew good and gahdamn well that she was never supposed to get married to anyone but me.
I felt like she did that for some get back for my prior indiscretions, so I took it upon myself to get my own get back.
I made sure to look her husband in the eyes and let him know why his life was ending before I snapped his neck.
That was nearly two years ago, so the fact that Drek was still crying about it irritated the fuck out of me. That nigga wasn’t her soulmate.
I’d be glad when she stopped all that pump faking.
Two years of dating and one year of marital bliss, I gave her that while playing my part.
We agreed to be friends after we broke up, but she knew just like I knew, there wasn’t shit friendly with us.
That pussy, mouth, body, mind, heart, and soul all belonged to me.
I stamped that shit long before Mr. 9-5 came along but still, I let Drek feel like she could make her stupid lil’ point.
For a year, I watched her post her ugly ass relationship goals posts with that nigga, pretending she was in love.
Honestly, I’d seen enough, so I had to step in and do what only seemed logical to me.
Otherwise, Drek would’ve let that shit carry on, and I just couldn’t have that.
Her point had been proven, and now it was my turn.
Of course, she had no idea I killed her husband, and she never would.
Who I killed didn’t concern her, even if she did lay next to the nigga every night.
She accused me of his death, and truthfully, I was fuckin’ offended.
Drek ain’t have one piece of evidence that I did anything but ran up on me talkin’ ‘bout, You killed him, Xy! I know you did! She didn’t know shit except for what she needed to know, and that was that I loved her.
Period. The crazy part was that I didn’t even kill him out of jealousy.
I can’t lie like the thought of him having what was mine made me smile, but it wasn’t the reason I snapped his neck.
No matter what Drek may say, I’m a nigga with feelings and a heart.
I just express my feelings differently than most. When I approached her husband, I politely asked him to divorce her.
He started acting like he couldn’t hear what the fuck I was saying, so I stepped in a lil’ closer to make sure he heard me loud and clear.
I had zero intentions of killing the man, but when he told me he’d die before he gave Dreka up… well, I made it happen.
For me, the problem was solved, but it then created another problem: Dreka’s grief.
I’m not saying she’s not supposed to be sad; I mean, she did spend three years with him.
All I’m saying is that if I were to die today, then she’d better be grieving for the rest of her fuckin’ life.
She’d still been keeping me at a distance as her friend without benefits, and I was ‘bout tired of that shit, too.
People called my type of love crazy, but I just called it real.
I loved deeply, honestly, and for life, whether that was my life or hers, it really didn’t matter to me.
Love didn’t come with no fuckin’ instructions, so I made shit up as I went along.
Sure, my love might’ve come with body bags and a lil’ broken heart, but in my opinion, that was better than black eyes and side babies.
I’d never put my hands on her nor would I give another bitch a child.
“Papi, come to bed with us,” one of them called out to me, pulling me out of my deep Drek trance.
Standing up, I finished my blunt and dropped it in the ashtray next to the chair.
Before I could join them and fuck out my frustrations, my TV turned on, which alerted me that someone was on the premises of my house.
The only people that should’ve been there were already present.
Shifting my eyes to the screen, my dick bricked up immediately seeing Dreka’s Lexus in my driveway.
“Aye,” I turned the music off with my phone and glared at them. “I got some business to handle, so the three of y’all need to shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear a sound, or Ima come back up here and kill all of y’all. Don’t even get up to piss. Am I clear?”
Their expressions changed from lustful and wanting to terrified and obedient in a heartbeat. Good. Part of my job was to keep muthafuckas in line, and if I couldn’t do it with the women I put my dick in, then I damn sure wouldn’t be able to do with anyone else.
Picking up my Beretta from the dresser, I slid it into my waistband before adjusting my shirt. “Don’t make me come back and show you why they call me Sleep.”
Winking, I walked out of the room at a quick pace and hopped on the elevator.
By the time I got to the first floor and the doors parted, my heart was beating like the SWAT team tryna get inside of someone’s crib.
Drek had that effect on me. She was the only person who did.
Through the glass double doors, I watched her walk up the stairs with that little sway in her hips that was dangerous enough to get any nigga killed.
I opened the door with a grin before she could knock or ring the bell. “Drek, I thought we agreed that you’d call me before you popped up at my crib?” I tried to play it cool even though her presence was pressing down on all my pressure points.
“And I thought we agreed that you don’t run me, nigga,” the corner of her nose twitched as she pushed by me and entered my space like she owned it.
Technically, she did own it because I’d bought the house for her. She just ain’t wanna live in it, so I was occupying it alone for the time being. I was waiting for her to come to her senses and move in with me.
“Yeah, okay,” I chuckled, closing and locking the door before following her into my spacious living room. “You’re looking beautiful as always, Miss Lombardo.”
Dropping her Chanel purse on the couch, she turned to face me. “Xy, I’m not with the shit today. I came here for a very specific reason.”
“Which is?”
“Dick. I need some head first and dick immediately after. And not that cute, you tryna make love to me dick, either. I’m talkin’ ‘bout put me through the fuckin’ wall, Xy.”
My eyebrows rose slightly, and it wasn’t because of her nasty mouth.
I was used to that. Once I broke her virginity, Drek wasn’t shy about sex even in the slightest. She was very vocal about what she wanted, how and where she wanted it, and even who she wanted it with.
On a few occasions, I allowed her to bring another woman into our sex life.
Not saying I didn’t enjoy watching her with women, but I’d never disrespect her by fuckin’ a bitch right in her face.
Behind her back…well, that was a different story.
“I gotchu,” I confirmed with a quick nod of my head, glad I hadn’t put dick in the three airheads upstairs. “But why you want it?”
“Nigga, I haven’t had sex in almost two years. I’m about to start shooting muthafuckas for even breathing funny around me,” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. “I’d rather go back to what’s familiar than to fuck on some random.”
Snatching her body into mine, she moaned softly, which told me she was already ready for me to punish the pussy that’d stolen my heart, mind, and common sense long ago.
“Your husband was a random. You know you’re mine so stop fighting it, Drek, but if through the wall is what you want…
that’s what you gon’ get,” I released her with a sinful grin. “Strip.”
As she came up outta her clothes, the three bozos upstairs became nonexistent. The only thing I cared about was Drek’s fine, chocolate ass. Damn, we were gon’ have some pretty, milk chocolate babies.
Placing my Beretta on the table, I yanked my pants and boxers off.
I wasn’t about to fuck Drek in the order she wanted me to.
Normally, she’d have to pay for keeping her sweetness away from me for so long.
In this case, I was just happy to be back home, so I wasn’t gon’ treat her pussy like I normally would.
“Bend over, Drek.”
“Why? I said—”
I smacked her hard on the ass, just the way she liked. “What I say?”
She sucked her teeth and talked her shit, but she assumed the position, positioning her knees on the couch while her arms rested on the back of it. Her juices were already flowing down her fat mound, making me want to put my face in it, but I couldn’t.
“The next time,” I plunged deep inside of her, causing her to cry out in anguish and deep desire.
My mind quickly changed once I was inside of her. She was so damn juicy and wet that I got pissed off thinking about the fact that it had been over two years since I last had it. A lil’ punishment dick ain’t never hurt nobody.
“You decide you gon’ keep my dick outta his home,” I pulled back out, slapped her on the ass again, and then dived back inside. “…Ima fuck you up, Drek, I swear I am. You hear me?” I pressed, delivering deep strokes while holding on to her hips.
She reached back and grabbed my forearm for some type of stability. “Ouuu, y-yes, I’m s-s-sorryyy!”
“I don’t believe you,” knocking her hand away, I placed both of mine on her throat and pushed until her face was leaned back far enough for me to kiss her. “I don’t fuckin’ believe you,” I bit her lip forcefully. “If you’re really sorry, you gon’ cum on your dick when I tell you to.”
“O-o-okaaaaaayy,” she belted out with her eyes locked on me. “Ouu shitttt, Xyyyyy!”
“Damn I missed you so much, beautiful. Open your mouth.”
The second she opened and stuck her tongue out, I mixed my spit with hers and sloppily kissed her.
Her deep moans against my mouth had me on the verge of nutting, but I was holding back for as long as I could.
Our sweaty bodies formed into one, and that’s how I always knew we were meant to be together.
We just fit, and the longer it took Drek to understand that, the crazier I became.
“Fuckkk, Xy!” Dreka yelped after I started playing with her clit. “I’m ready to cum!”
“No the fuck you not. Hold it like you held her away from me.”
“Xyleek, pleaseeeeeeee,” she whimpered, her soft brown eyes boring into me.
Gahdamn she made it hard to be mad at her. If she was any other woman, her pleas wouldn’t have meant shit to me. With Drek, everything was different. Slipping out of her, I spun her around so that we were in the missionary position then jumped right back inside.
“Tell me again what you need,” I smirked, meticulously stroking her swollen pearl with the pad of my thumb.
“Xyleek!”
“Tell me!”
“To…fuckin’…cum!”
“Good girl.”
I bent my head down and sucked on her perfectly pierced nipples while keeping that pressure on her clit. Her walls were contracting like she was about to give birth but really, I was about to birth a big ass load of my nut in her walls.
“And I need you to stop fuckin’ playing with me. If you agree to that, I’ll let you cum.”
“I agree! I agree! Oh my…fuck, yes, I agree!” She screamed so loud that I’m sure the women upstairs heard her.
“Perfect,” leaning back to watch the show, I increased my thumb strokes along with my dick strokes. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby. You know I love watching you make a mess on your dick, so let it go.”
A deep moan erupted from her gut as her entire body shook violently and fluid sprayed everywhere.
At the exact time she was releasing, I was doing the same thing and struggling to keep a straight face.
I didn’t want her to know I’d nutted in her our first time back together.
She’d kill me, but I damn sure planned to keep doing it from here on out until she got pregnant with my seed.