16. Rosama
Rosama
Ifucked Nylah all night, took a nap, then woke her up with some long, deep strokes. She sounded so damn good moaning my name with her sleepy voice, and she looked even better.
“You mine, you hear me,” I said into her ear as I stroked her. “You give this pussy up, I’ma hurt you.”
She looked at me and smiled. I know she thought I was just saying that shit ‘cause I was deep in that pussy, but I was dead serious.
I had Nylah gripping the sheets as my curved dick hit her G-spot, making her gasp for air while looking me in my eyes.
“I like that…watch daddy take your air and give it back.”
As she held her head back, taking every inch of me, I slowly caressed my hands up her body and around her neck.
“I can tell this pussy ain’t been fucked by a real nigga,” I said as I flipped her ova. “I'm bout to have you crazy ova a nigga.”
Before Nylah could talk her shit, I tooted her ass up in the air and started eating that pussy from the back with my thumb in her butt.
“ROSAMA!!!!” she screamed out.
I didn’t give a fuck. I kept sucking her clit and licking up all juices until her body collasped on the bed. I flipped her back ova, grabbed her by her neck, spit in her mouth, kissed her deep, then pushed her head down and made her swallow all my dick like the good girl that she was.
“Oou, damn…. That’s my good girl,” I said low. “Eat that dick up for a Chanel bag.”
Nylah swallowed all ova me and had me sprung out on the middle of her bed for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.
She came ova and laid on my chest.
“You know you ain’t shit, right?” she said playfully.
We laughed.
“A lot of people might say that, but for you? That would neva be the case.”
Nylah leaned up and looked at me.
“Why are you treating me different?”
I thought bout her question for a few seconds and let out a deep breath.
“I don’t know what it is, for real. I just have a feelin’ that I need you in my life, and my feelings are never wrong.”
“Hmmm…” she said, sitting up. “We are going to see, but if you fuck me ova, I’ma fuck you up.”
I laughed, but deep down, I knew she was serious.
“What do you got planned for the day?”
“Nothing really, just need to work on another project for school and finish this dress for a client.”
“Can you put all that to the side and ride with me for a lil’ bit?”
Nylah tried to hide her smile, but it took ova her face.
“Yeah…I would like that.”
We got up, and I waited for her to get dressed and texted my niggas, telling them to meet me at the trap.
Once she was done getting herself together, she walked out to the living room with a simple fit on, a fitted white tee, some tight ass jeans, her diamonds around her neck and wrist. Her hair was straight and long, almost touching her ass, and she had on some platform sneakers. I stood up, looking her up and down.
“You look good, boo.”
“You sure? I can be extra sometimes. I was tryin’ to keep it simple.”
I chuckled. “You neva have to keep it simple, princess. Come on, let’s get it.”
We walked outta her crib, and I helped her in my car, pulled off, and picked up some fast food before we went to my crib.
She walked into my shit and looked around like she was checking for something.
“You good?” I asked her.
She nodded slow. “Yeah, it’s clean in here.”
I laughed. “You think I'm some dirty ass nigga?”
“No, you just don’t look like the type of nigga that cleans.”
I shook my head. “I got cleaners, chill out.”
We sat in my living room, ate, then smoked a blunt while niggas called my line for different shit.
Most of the time I would talk in code or leave the room if I was around a female, but with Nylah, I stayed seated, even got comfortable, and talked whatever business I needed to talk.
Every now and then I would glance at her, trying to get a read on her, but she was chill.
I took note of that.
The vibe with her was different. I neva had a bitch in my shit for nothing more than some pussy, and then they got the fuck on.
“My birthday comin’ up, and my nigga throwing a party for me. Of course, I want you there with me, but after all that shit is said and done, I want to take you on a trip.”
“Really?” she responded, trying to sound all shy.
“Yes,” I said, laughing. “I told you I wanted you, I’ma stand behind that.”
Nylah leaned in and kissed me. “I would love for my first baecation to be with you.”
“And I’ma make it worth it, ma.”
After a while, I got myself together, and then we were back out in the Brooklyn streets and heading to the trap.
My niggas Dre, Brandon, Blaze, and Flip were already on the stoop when I pulled up with her.
“Is it gonna be any drama?” she asked.
I looked at her, confused. “Why would it be drama, ma?”
“Because of last night with Blaze.”
“Ya nigga run shit. Blaze know what it is if I am claiming somethin’.”
She nodded, and I hopped out and opened the door for her.
“Is this Ms. Nylah?” Dre asked.
“It is,” Blaze said.
I laughed. “Nigga, I pulled shorty weeks before you were even home.”
“All facts,” Dre added. “That nigga been talkin’ bout her since he hit her whip.”
I nodded while Blaze stared me down.
“You could have told me you knew my nigga, baby girl, that’s all I’ma say.”
Nylah tilted her head. “How the fuck I’ma tell you who the fuck I know when I hardly know you?”
I laughed with my niggas as I walked up the steps, taking her inside.
“She got you with that one,” I said to Blaze as I walked past him.
Inside the trap, we had some YNs. Our lil’ runners were in there playing the game.
“Ayo,” I yelled out. “Make a move, I need the room.” Without talking, them niggas turned off the game and made their way outta the trap.
Nylah took a seat on the couch, and I walked into the back, grabbed all that I needed, and brought a table ova to her.
“You eva bagged weed before?”
She laughed a lil’ bit. “Boy, hell nah.”
“Good,” I said, setting everything up. “That mean I can teach you somethin’.”
“And why do I need to learn this?”
“Because, you neva know what could happen. You could have to hit a quick lick for yourself, or if I'm eva in a bind, you can get me straight.”
Nylah smiled, leaned ova, and kissed me.
“Show me what this shit is about before I change my mind.”
I showed her how to zero out the scales. We went through how much a pool, a Vick, and a zipped weighed. She acted like she was green to the shit, but she knew a lil’ bit and caught on fast.
Nylah kept up with me when I talked shit, talking right back to not only me, but she stood her ground against my niggas, even Blaze mad ass.
It didn’t take us long to get all the weed bagged up, then I passed it off to my lil’ niggas.
“That’s it?” she asked. “That’s all you do?”
I laughed. “Hell nah, girl. I let them handle the lil’ shit and me and my niggas handle the bigger shit.”
She nodded. “And what is the bigger shit?”
I stared at her for a second. “Are you sure you ready for that? You not gonna run off on me again?”
“Your reputation is what had me ghost you…nothin’ else about you.”
“What you think about a nigga now?”
Nylah looked around the room with a slight grin.
“I don’t know,” she said low. “Part of me wants to give you a chance and see how things go. The other part of me believes what I’ve heard about you.”
“So are you the type of bitch that goes off what you saw or what you heard? ‘Cause to be honest with you…them bitches might want your spot.”
She sucked her teeth. “I'm here, ain’t I—”
“I didn’t really give you any other choice, did I?” I asked, cutting her off.
Nylah rolled her eyes. “Nigga, come the fuck on before I walk the fuck out.”
I laughed. “Iight girl, come on.”
We stood up, and I led her to the back room.
“Stand here for a second.”
I walked ova to an oversized mirror that was in front of a closet door. I typed in the PIN and opened the door, revealing a blacked-out room.
“What the fuck is this?” Nylah asked. “The room you kill niggas in?”
“Girl,” I said with a slight attitude. “Walk in.”
She sucked her teeth and did what I said. I could feel that she was about to talk shit, but when those lights cut on and she saw all them guns hanging around, she calmed her ass down.
“We move guns through the city, big packs of weed if needed.”
She nodded, her eyes bouncing all ova the closet.
“So you tellin’ me, if I had a problem, you would handle it?”
“I can handle any and everything you need, ma, just tell me.”
She turned around and looked at me.
“I need you to not fuck up this chance I'm givin’ you. I don’t want no bullshit, and I don’t want to be played with.”
I walked in and towered ova top of her, making her look up at me.
“I wouldn’t do that to you, ma. I promise I got you.”
Nylah exhaled hard like she was worried, and I stopped her before she could even speak.
“You don’t have to trust me right now. I’ma show you that you can tho.”
That seemed to calm her down enough.
“So, what are we about to do?” she asked.
I walked around her and pulled down two Glock-18s and an AR-15.
“You want to ride with me to do a drop?”
“Yeah, let's do it.”
We walked outta the closet and walked out the room. Dre was waiting in the kitchen, and I handed him the guns to wrap them up. She watched him as I stood back and watched her when Blaze came in.
“You trust her?”
“I do, I want her.”
He chuckled. “What about that other shit you got goin’ on at home?” I pushed Blaze out the door onto the stoop.
“Don’t fuck this shit up for me ‘cause you wanted some pussy and didn’t get it.”
He looked me up and down.
“Nigga, what you mean?”
I looked at Blaze like he was dumb ‘cause he knew exactly what I meant.
“Don’t try to fuck up what I have goin’ with her because you wanted her.”
“All I asked was home takin’ care of. Does she know?”
“It’s nothing for her to know. That shit will be taken care of soon.”
Blaze smirked. “Yeah, iight.”
He went to open the door, and I closed it.
“Don’t try to backdoor me for some pussy,” I said quietly, but stern. “I will fuck you up, you know me.”
Blaze looked me in my eyes, and I hoped he could tell that I wasn’t playing.
I let go of the door. He walked in, and I followed behind.
“You done?” I asked Dre.
He handed the guns to Nylah, and she walked them ova to me like she was carrying a damn bomb.
“Girl, chill the hell out,” I said, taking them from her. “I thought you wasn’t green.”
She laughed. “I'm not, just haven’t done any shit like that.”
“Oh, my nigga finna open ya eyes, baby girl, don’t even worry,” Dre said, laughing.
I took Nylah by the hand, and we walked outta the house.
On the drive to the Bronx, it started to rain. Nylah had her head laid against the headrest as she looked out the window.
“Tell me, what brings you peace?”
I saw the corners of her mouth turn up.
“Sewing…” she said softly. “The sound the machine makes, picking and feeling the fabric. Making my clients feel amazing. That shit keeps me calm.”
“I can tell by the way you talk. What about places? Where do you like to go?”
Nylah shrugged. “I neva really travel like that. I’ve always been on my grind.”
“We are goin’ to have to change that, boo. I'm on my grind enough for both of us.”
She turned and looked at me. “You talk a lot of we shit when I said this was your chance.”
“And I told you all I needed was a chance. You can try to act tough all you want, like you actually give a fuck what them bitches had to say. It's okay if you want me. I want you too.”
“I'm not tryna move too fast,” she said softly.
“You can move at whatever speed you need to. Just know you already mine.”
Nylah tried to hide it, but once again, she couldn’t. She liked the way I talked to her, how I claimed her.
My princess stayed in the car while I dropped off the guns, then we went back to her crib for some takeout and to watch a movie. While we were curled up, DON’T ANSWER called me.
“Who is that?” Nylah asked, looking at my screen.
“Just somebody from my past that can’t take a hint. Nobody special, luv, just somebody that’s waitin’ to be handled.”