Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Titan
“It’s eight seconds left in the last quarter, and the Cannons need a touchdown.
Tatum drops back and goes deep, looking for Titan!
Titan gets behind the Rebel defense—lunch money!
TOUCHDOWN CANNON HILLS! And that ladies and gentlemen is why Titan Samuels is one of the best wide receivers in the league. ”
I had just caught the winning touchdown, but I couldn’t focus on that shit because CP’s bitch ass intentionally missed the fucking block.
Had it been any other muthafucka, they’d be on their fucking back right now.
I couldn’t even get to his ass like I wanted to because reporters were already in my face.
“Titan, how does it feel to bring your team back and win at the wire?” one reporter asked.
“It feels amazing doing what I love to do,” I answered modestly.
“We noticed your offensive lineman missed the block, but you still got through it. Any thoughts on that?” she continued.
“I mean, everybody can’t be me, right?” I smirked and walked off.
I had enough of that shit. I was trying to get to the locker room so I could bash this pussy nigga’s head into the locker.
On the way, a few fans stopped and asked for autographs and pictures.
Mostly kids, so I didn’t have a problem with it.
There was even a kid in a wheelchair, and I gave him my jersey.
This was part of the game that I loved, but the blogs never picked up that shit, but I didn’t care.
When I made it to the locker room, Tatum was already in my path. He already knew what I was on, and right now I didn’t want to hear that be the bigger person bullshit.
“Chill, Sam,” he mentioned.
“Tatum, get the fuck out my way,” I snapped.
He threw his hands up in mock surrender and backed out the way.
I was on a warpath looking for CP’s ass.
When I got deeper into the locker room, I saw him standing around celebrating like he did some shit.
When he saw me, he smirked, but I knocked that shit off his face with a right hook.
“Bitch ass nigga!” I barked.
He recovered and swung wildly... missing. I countered with a couple of body shots to his ribs before I was pulled back.
“Samuels!” I heard Coach yell.
I snatched away from whoever had a grip on me, and it was Tatum.
“The fuck is wrong with you, Sam?” Coach asked.
“Ask that bitch what his is,” I huffed, pointing at CP. “You saw the shit in real time like everybody else. This nigga needs to get out his fucking feelings and do his job,” I barked.
“Fuck you, nigga!” CP barked back.
“Nah, I’ll leave that up to your bitch,” I spat before walking off.
I was over this shit, and I wanted to go chill with my boys tonight and celebrate our win. A win at home always felt surreal, and tonight wasn’t any different.
“You good?” Kobe asked.
“I’m peachy, my boy.” I smirked.
“Say less. We hitting up S.O.D tonight?”
“Damn right. I’m gone celebrate this win and end my night with a fine ass bitch or two. You know I’ain a stingy nigga.” That caused him to laugh.
“Shit, I’m tryna be on what you’re on. Let’s get this shit popping, my nigga.
” We slapped hands and headed to the showers before we left the stadium.
I just needed to get the field smell off of me...
I’d get a real shower once I got back to the hotel.
I always went there instead of my house after a game because I knew I wasn’t ending my night alone.
I was going to enjoy my night and for me, that usually ended up with a lucky lady, and I never minded that shit one bit.
***
We just got to our section and Future’s ‘Magic’ remix was playing, blaring through the speakers. We were just escorted to the top when we were greeted by Stacks and his brothers.
“Y’all boys played a hell of a game tonight,” his brother Kilo mentioned.
I nodded in appreciation.
“Hell, yeah, y’all did,” Buck chimed in. “And you made me a killing at Vault tonight, so your hoe ass alright with me,” his ignorant ass said.
I just laughed that ignorant ass nigga off before heading to the sectional that was placed in front of the glass wall.
“Aye, Stacks,” I called out. “Cady working tonight?” I asked with a smirk.
“Nigga, leave my fucking employees the fuck alone.” He grilled me. “As a matter of fact, run me my cash. You know I’on tip out that kind of cash on no fucking credit cards.”
Laughing, I went into my pocket to grab my phone and sent Stacks his money back.
A lot of people didn’t realize how cool we were.
I was originally from Cannon Hills, but when I got traded, I moved to Montmorenci until I got traded back home.
Me, Trey, and Stacks went to school together, but while Trey went to the NBA and Stacks followed his family business, I went to the NFL.
“Assign ol’ girl to my section tonight. I’ain on no funny shit.”
“Nigga, you stay on some funny shit, but I’ll send her because she can handle your ignorant ass.” We slapped hands, and he went to the opposite section with his brothers. I saw him pick up the phone, so I knew he was calling for Cady.
“Nigga, why you messing with that girl?” Tatum asked.
“Right. She looks like she’on play that bullshit. Her little ass looks like she’ll beat the fuck out your goofy ass,” Kobe chimed in.
I was about to respond until I saw Cady go into the section where Stacks and his brothers were. I saw her look over and I winked my eye at her, causing her to roll hers. She said something, but I couldn’t tell what she said, but whatever it was, had that nigga Buck cracking up.
Moments later, she pranced her little ass in our section with a fake smile like I didn’t know she was already annoyed with a nigga.
“Hey, guys,” she greeted. “I see y’all showed out on the field today.”
“’Preciate that,” Miles stated.
“I’on get a personal congratulations?” I asked. “I mean, it was my touchdown that won the game,” I added.
“Yeah, that shit almost didn’t happen,” Kobe joked.
I shot him a look that did nothing to faze him.
“I saw, and I also saw your teammate set you up to get sacked. You might want to stay out of other people’s relationships, and you won’t have those problems,” she shot back.
“Damn,” these fools laughed.
“Damn, baby. The fuck I do to you?” I feigned hurt.
“I’m not your baby and I don’t want you to do anything with me,” she spat before turning her attention back to Tatum and Kobe. I just shook my head because she really had me fucked up, but I wasn’t about to sweat her little ass.
The night went on, and I was enjoying the vibe. The crowd was packed, and I requested a few of the strippers to join us in our section and blew a bag on their asses. Cadence came through with the bottles and every time she gave me a fucking attitude.
By the time the night was over, I had recruited one of the strippers and a bitch that wanted to take the party outside the club.
I had no objection to either. After paying my tab, I made sure I had enough cash to tip Cadence’s fine ass.
When she came back to get the check, I grabbed her hand like I did the first time.
She snatched it back quickly and frowned her pretty face up.
“You’ve had your hands on every bitch in the building tonight, please don’t touch me,” she snapped.
“Damn, baby. I was just trying to give you your tip for the night.” She looked at me and at the cash before she snatched it out of my hands.
It wasn’t as much as the last time because between the strippers and drinks, it was about twenty-three hundred left in my pocket, and it was hers.
I laughed at her ass because this girl was mean as hell.
“Thank you, now can you and your harem leave so I can get this stuff up in here,” she sassed.
My eyes zoomed in on her thick ass thighs in those fishnet stockings, and I immediately imagined them locked around my shoulders.
That in itself was strange because I didn’t fuck these hoes missionary.
That was too fucking intimate, but Cadence could get that shit with Keith Sweat begging in the background.
Once she gathered the empty bottles, she left through the door and me and the crew left out the other with Graves leading the way.
The stripper from the club and the chick that wanted to tag along were attached to me like some fucking leeches. They both were drunk, and I had my own buzz going so I knew by the time we made it back to my suite... it was going to be a never-ending movie.
***
“Shit, Daddy. You’re too deep,” Ice whined. She was the stripper, and she was talking too fucking much. All I wanted was a nut, and she was fucking that up.
Smack!
I slapped her ass without breaking my stroke.
“Get that pussy back in your mouth since you don’t know how to shut the fuck up,” I instructed. I leaned over and pushed her head into ol’ girl’s pussy and continued the beating I was putting on hers.
The only thing that could be heard throughout the room was our skin slapping together, the stripper bitch muffled cries since she had a mouth full of pussy and the other girl whimpering at the tongue lashing she was getting.
I felt Ice’s pussy clench around my dick, and I knew she was about to cum.
That prompted me to speed up my strokes and in no time, she was coating my covered dick with her juices.
When she was done, I pulled out and went into the bathroom to flush the condom before getting another one.
I may have been a hoe ass nigga, but I wasn’t a nasty one.
When I came back into the room, both ladies were stretched out on the bed. I walked over and pulled the other girl up by her arms, so she was eye-level with my dick.
“Open up and make that shit nasty,” I demanded.
She wasted no time doing as she was told and swallowed my dick whole. Ice came up behind her and joined her, sucking on my balls. I was in fucking heaven and by the time I got finished with them... they would be too.
***