Rah
“Cum on this dick.”
Felicia loved when I told her that. Instantly, her moans became louder and more animated.
“You want me to cum on this dick, Daddy?”
My dick hardened in response to the beautiful words that she breathed heavily into my ear. I lay on top of her, giving her deep strokes missionary style, trying hard not to finish early.
Despite ignoring her calls and text messages for days, she answered that day when I called.
As much as she got on my nerves, I couldn’t deny how loyal she was to me.
Though she knew that I had a woman at the crib, she was always there.
She even had a hunch about Aaliyah, though she had no proof.
Yet and still, when I called, she answered.
I respected that about her. So, I made sure to come see her on Christmas Eve, give her some dick, and a Gucci bag that I’d gotten from a booster that was a real good knockoff that came with a box and receipt.
“Hell yeah. Do what Daddy said and cum on this dick.”
But the only thing good on her was between her legs. She was always nagging and gave me a lot of grief for being with Solae and not her.
Just the thought of Solae made me take my aggression out on Felicia. I dug deep into her like I was looking for the fifty g’s that Solae burned up.
“Shit!” Felicia yelped. “Gawd damn!”
“Damn, this pussy good, girl.”
Fuck Solae. Crazy ass bitch.
Solae’s disloyalty was mind boggling. She had turned on me in the worst way.
I could bet she regretted that shit now, though.
“Didn’t I say cum on this dick? Why you bein’ hard headed?”
I felt Felicia’s pussy leaking around the thick nine inches that I was penetrating her with.
“Shit, this dick is good, baby.”
“Cum on it then.”
In response, she began to pant in high pitches. Her pussy tightened around my dick. I knew she was cumming. I gave her deep strokes that tapped the back of her walls aggressively.
“Shiiiit!!”
“Cum on, baby.”
“Fuuuuuuck!!”
“I love you, baby,” I crooned into her ear to encourage that nut. “Daddy loves you.”
I didn’t, but it got the job done. I felt her releasing all over me.
Her juices were so warm that they encouraged my own orgasm.
I hopped out of her just in time to empty my seed into the condom.
I rested on one elbow with my eyes closed as I began to release.
Suddenly, I felt another hand around my length.
Felicia was taking the condom off. She pushed my hand to the side and started to give me head as I continued to cum.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
My toes curled. I fought to keep a bitch–like moan from escaping my throat.
“Argh!!”
Felicia giggled as she sucked out every drop.
“Shit!” I fell back on her comforter as I finally finished nutting. I was sweating, couldn’t breathe, and was numb from how hard I had just cum. It felt like I couldn’t move.
But I had to get up and take care of business.
Felicia mean-mugged me as she watched me hop up and start to get dressed. I ignored the way she scowled at me with irritation while I was also ignoring another call from Solae. She’d called me more than a hundred times, it seemed like. She had sent me just as many text messages.
She was hurt, but she deserved it.
She would learn not to be so disloyal to a nigga like me.
“You’re leaving?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as Felicia’s attitude seeped through the air.
“Yeah. Got some shit to take care of.”
Before she could say anything, I smacked her ass and tongued her down. The look on her face told on her. I knew she was creaming between her legs and that whatever attitude she wanted to have was gone.
“I’ll be back,” I lied.
She was content with that, so I bounced to go holler at Carlos.
Things were getting tight, and Moses was getting antsy.
He hadn’t even been to the studio since Kahlani got arrested.
We were in the hole with Carlos for the product Moses lost. I was in the hole period.
Just the thought of not having the money I went through so much to get, pissed me off as I glided through the South Side of the city.
Just the thought of it made me want to smack fire from Solae.
I had always been too arrogant to ask, but I needed Carlos to front me some work. I wasn’t in the drug game, but Moses was. Since he wanted to get this money, I was about to put him to work.
I met Carlos at one of his spots on Sixty–Third and King Drive. I slid into the passenger side of his foreign whip that was so pretty it made my dick hard. I was convinced that he could afford to help a man that had been his homeboy since we were knee–high.
He gave me a nod, asking, “What’s good, Rah?”
We dapped up, and I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “Appreciate you meeting me, Los. I needed to holler at you real quick.”
“Yeah? About what?”
I cleared my throat, hating that I even had to say it. “I need you to front me some work.”
For a second, silence filled the car, then Carlos let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head like I just told him the funniest joke of the year.
Anger rose inside me, but I kept it cool. My pride wanted to check him, but I forced myself to relax. Losing it now would only make me look weaker. So, I just sat there, staring out the windshield, grinding my teeth while Carlos kept chuckling under his breath.
“You my homeboy, bro. I love you to death.”
When he said that, I knew he meant it. Like I said, we had been friends since we were knee–high, growing up in the same hood.
I’d whooped many a nigga for teasing him for being so high yellow.
His father was Mexican. As kids, we didn’t understand why he was so light skinned with curly hair, especially since his father was nowhere around for us to see.
We just knew that his mom was black as midnight, but he was the lightest thing in the hood.
Eventually, both of our mothers moved to different neighborhoods.
Me and Carlos lost touch here and there.
Once we ended up going to the same high school, however, we never lost touch again.
We were so close that we lived the same street life.
However, Carlos was in the drug game when I was just a petty thief.
He started hustling and never stopped. Now here he was making five figures a day.
“…But we both know you ain’t no drug dealer, fam.”
Though I couldn’t deny that, I hated that he was right. And I hated that he was smart enough with his cash to be living the life that I wanted.
Swallowing that chunk of humble pie was hard as hell. “I know. I planned on putting Moses to work, though.”
Again, he chuckled to the point that it embarrassed me and pissed me off. “Moses just lost three bricks and firepower. Now you want me to front you some work?”
My nostrils flared with irritation. I had let my guard down and asked for a favor. Now, I felt stupid, but I tried to hide it as I stared out of the passenger side window. “It’s all good. I’ll have the money in a minute. I was just being impatient,” I lied.
“Well, when you get it, seems like you need to be giving it to me anyway, bro. You owe me quite a bit of money.”
I smiled to throw him off. “You’re right.”
But in my head, I was already somewhere else.
Carlos thought he was slick, sitting on his high horse, laughing at me like I was some broke lil’ nigga begging for crumbs.
He forgot who I was. I never asked twice, and I damn sure never waited long when I wanted something.
If he wasn’t gonna give it to me, I’d take it, just like I always did.
One way or another, I was gonna eat.