Chapter 27
Marlo Wattson
“Hold ya fuckin’ legs back,” I grunted plunging my dick inside of Solana. Watching her coat my dick with her creamy cum as she came was one of my favorite sights to see.
I spent the entire weekend buried inside of Solana’s walls.
The only thing that could pull me from her were my kids.
I did miss waking up to Mason and Mallory.
I did plan on going back to the crib tonight.
Prayerful, I’d be able to keep my cool, but the thought of Fallon still pissed me off too much to be around her.
The way she was all over the nigga spoke volumes.
She’d fucked him, that was obvious. I wasn’t even tripping; she could pop that old rancid pussy on whoever she wanted.
My issue was her sitting in my mutha fuckin’ face lying like she was running game on a nigga.
Fallon could have been left me if she wanted a new dick to fuck on her.
By all means she could do her but that fake shit I couldn’t get behind.
I hated to be the nigga but after seeing Fallon all over her boss made me question what else she’d been hiding.
That little nagging feeling about Baxton not being mine kept ringing in my head.
As soon as I woke up this morning I called a DNA testing center to set up an appointment for us to get tested.
I had to know if he was mine or not. I be damned if Fallon plays a nigga like a goofy again.
I wasn’t even sure how I felt about the possibility of Braxton not being mine.
I cared for him and despite how I’d been feeling I still took care of him as if he was mine.
But the way I felt for Mason and Mallory wasn’t comparable.
I felt fucked up for not having the same feelings for Braxton.
The doubts that lingered were getting the best of and once I knew the truth I would be able to move accordingly.
More than anything I was pissed because I was denying myself of who I really wanted.
I was trying to be as considerate of Fallon’s feelings before I called it quits between us.
Clearly our time had ended outside of fucking we didn’t click.
Not that we ever did but the sex wasn’t enough for me anymore.
Apparently it wasn’t enough for her either cause she was out here popping her pussy for her boss like it was a sport.
It was cool, I think I was more salty that I’d been missing out on experiencing Solana fully.
I guess I couldn’t be excessively mad at Fallon cause now that I knew how she was moving I didn’t have to hold back on how I was feeling anymore.
I was on Solana’s ass, and I had no plans of giving her any space.
I’d given her too much for her to have time to talk to another nigga and go on a date.
Unlike Fallon I knew Solana seeking another niggas attention was because she couldn’t have me the way she wanted me.
Solana had my full attention, and I had every intention of making sure she knew it.
“Fuck,” I grunted as I pulled my dick out nutting all over her pussy. I had been trying to make a better effort in not nutting inside of Solana. I wanted to fuck with her the long way but right now a baby wasn’t what neither one of us needed.
“I’m going to be so behind because of you,” Solana breathlessly said throwing her arm across her face.
I admired her as she was sprawled out on her couch in her skoolie.
She looked good as fuck. Her brown skin was glowing, her round melon sized titties slowly peeked out the top of her shirt as they rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
Her chocolate nipples were still standing at attention and the beautiful silk folds were glistening covered with both our cum.
Solana looked sexy as fuck and I was debating if we had time for another round.
My dick twitching thinking about sliding back inside our new favorite place.
“Absolutely not,” Solana said sitting up with a slight frown.
“What?” I played stupid giving her a lopsided grin.
“I see how you looking. My coochie needs a break. You haven’t let up off me since Friday. Please, keep your dick to yourself.”
“I can’t help it you got some good ass pussy. Really it’s ya fault I can’t keep my dick to myself.”
“You sound crazy as you look,” Solana said, shaking her head at me as she stood up then stretched her arms and arching her back, letting out a yawn. “Where are my pants? I gotta wash up before I get back to work.”
“Here,” I said after I grabbed her Black dress pants off the sink across from us.
“Where…” Solana started to say something when my phone started ringing on the counter behind us.
Turning around I picked my phone up and saw it was Fallon calling again. If she didn’t have my kids I would have ignored her ass, but I had to make sure my kids were straight.
“Yeah,” I said as soon as I picked the phone up, putting it on speaker phone. There wasn’t shit for me to hide from Solana. She could hear whatever Fallon had to say to me. I’d already told her about Fallon.
“This is getting out of control Marlo. You need to come home so we can talk.” Fallon replied in an aggravated tone.
“The kids good?” I nonchalantly asked Fallon I was ready to hang up the phone already. Fallon’s voice was irking the fuck outta me.
“Yes, but what about me? I’m sure you ran and fucked that bitch at your job as get back. It’s time for you to come home. We’re even and the girls miss you.”
“I’ll be by there tonight.” I ignored everything Fallon was talking about. A nigga woulda fucked her sister if I wanted get back.
“I’m so-” Fallon started to speak but I hung up on her dumb ass.
Solana blew out a hard breath as she tried to bump past me. Frowning at her sudden mood change I grabbed her arm stopping her from going into her bathroom. “What’s ya problem?” I asked confused as fuck.
“Nothing. Just go back home to your little family and leave me alone.” Solana defensively replied as she mugged me.
“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”
“You heard me. Like your baby mama said, y’all both even now you can go ho-”
“Shut ya ass up. You sound just as slow as Fallon.”
“I’m far from slow nigga. That’s you and that ho you got at home,” Solana said sassily snaking her neck from side to side. “I’m calling stuff for what it really is. Niggas love to run to another bitch when they mad at their main bitch. I know the rebound shit goes.”
“I never took you as a broad that would be on the slow bus but the more you talk the more you convince me you need a helmet.”
“Fu-” Solana started to say something slick until I quickly lifted her off her feet, placing her legs around my waist, my hands held onto each of her thighs holding her up as I positioned our bodies to lean against the counter.
“You want me to fuck you, I got you.” I growled into her ear as my dick found the entrance of her pussy.
In one swift movement I filled her pussy and her jaw dropped open allowing moans to flow from her mouth.
“The only time you say fuck you to me is when you want me to fuck you,” I said slowing pulling out of her then plunging deep inside of her again. “Do you understand me?”
“Sss Yeeaasss,” Solana moaned loudly.
“Do I fuck you like a rebound?” I sensually asked as I started bouncing her on my dick.
“Nooo.”
“Do I treat you like a fuck?”
“Ahh no,” Solana whined, throwing her head back.
“Then don’t let that dumb ass shit come outta ya mouth again.
I’m with you cause you where I wanna be.
” I paused as Solana’s brown eyes met my intense gaze and my heart skipped a beat.
I pressed my lips into hers igniting a passionate kiss between us as I continued to fuck her.
Breaking our kiss, I said, “I don’t want that bitch. I want you Solana. You hear me?”
Solana nodded her head yes as sultry moans fell from her mouth. “You love me Solana?” I asked in between kissing her.
“I love you Marlo,” She moaned into my lips, making my heart fill with happiness.
Solana didn’t know but she was basically stuck with a nigga cause I loved her ass too.
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Later that day
“Did you wash ya hands nigga?” Mikael’s stupid ass asked me for the millionth time since we been in the tow truck together.
“Shut the fuck up nigga. Ya ass just mad cause you Zaylee ain’t fuckin’ with you.”
“Fuck that bitch. Ion give a fuck about her roast beef pussy having ass,” Mikael said with a deep scowl. “I’m more concerned with making sure I don’t get no germs from ya nasty ass. Fuckin’ the secretary on the clock,” Mikael looked me up and down disapprovingly. “A damn shame.”
“Nigga you need to go get Zaylee back cause ion like this grumpy old nigga you turned into. It ain’t cute.” He wanted to act like he wasn’t salty about Zaylee not fucking with him, but he’d been grumpy as fuck since they fell out.
Mikael cut his eyes looking out his window in deep thought. He was contemplating telling me something. My brother was an over thinker, and his mind got the best of him at times. I had to learn not to pressure him when it came to him telling what was on his mind.
Finally, he said, “You know Zaylee said she didn’t get an abortion. She ended up having a miscarriage and now she might now be able to have kids."
“Awh, yeah? How you feeling about that?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Ion know. It’s fucked up if it’s true. You know how I was about Honey, that was my baby. I can’t even think about her going through that by herself. Then I think about all the time I spent being mad at her and the shit I did, and I feel like shit.”
“You did handle that situation fucked up.” I nodded my head in agreement. I would always be my brother's keeper, right or wrong I had him but that also meant telling him when he was in the wrong. I held him accountable just like he did with me.
“But bitches be lying,” He grumbled looking back out the window.
“Zaylee ain’t bitches though.”
“Imma find out what it is. Gee know a nigga who can hack computers and shit.”
“Nigga why don’t you just ask to see medical records? Instead of invading that girl’s privacy.” I chuckled at Mikael knowing he was going to do what he wanted.
“Honey ain’t got no privacy when it comes to me. She…” Mikael stopped mid-sentence and rolled down his windows. “Aye, bitch ass nigga!” Mikael yelled out the window, and I leaned forward to see who he was talking to.
I laughed seeing Maverick at the pump across from us in his beat up hoopty.
“Take ya evil ass on Mikael. Ain’t nobody trying to deal with you,” Maverick said looking annoyed, but Mikael was the kind of nigga to keep going once he knew he’d gotten under your skin.
“Evil? I thought we was niggas?” Mikael sarcastically asked as he opened the door getting out the tow truck and I followed suit. I leaned on the side of our tow truck standing next to Mikael. “I mean we was fucking the same bitch fo’ the longest?” He taunted Maverick.
If there was one person Mikael didn’t like more than Meek it was Maverick.
At some point Mikael fucked with Maverick’s baby mama, but he didn’t know who she was.
Once Maverick found out he had a sucka attack.
Tried to run Mikael over cause his scary ass was too scared to fight him.
Maverick was mad at Mikael when he needed to be focused on his baby mama cause she was choosing.
Since then, Mikael made it his mission to piss him off.
“Fuck you nigga! Marlo you a good in my book,” Maverick said to me but then pointed his finger at Mikael,” This nigga ain’t right in the head. I don’t see how y’all brothers. Do you know what that nigga did to me?” Maverick asked with a desperate look on his face.
Of course, I knew what Mikael had done to Maverick, he was my brother.
Mikael had his baby mama tattoo his name on her lower back in big Black letters.
For a month straight he sent Maverick new videos of his baby mama sucking his dick.
If that wasn’t enough he paid the baby mama to change their youngest son’s name to Mikael Junior.
Mikael had one hell of a mean streak when you pissed him off.
“I’m saying how we cool but you workin’ with my competition?” There was no time like the present to find some shit out about that bogus ass towing company.
“It ain’t even like that. I got mouths to feed. Gigi pregnant again. I needed a job Fallon put me on but fuck them cheap ass niggas. They won’t be around long.”
“So, Fallon, my baby mama got you the job?” I asked with my brows bunched together trying to make sure I heard him correctly.
“Yeah, sis did that for me. I quit though them niggas on some under handed illegal shit I don’t want to be involved in.” Maverick said with his eyes darting around nervously. “She told me you knew.”
“Awh, she ain’t told me nothing. But you straight. I ain’t tripping. Preciate you for keepin’ it real with me,”
“No problem. Just keep that nigga,” He nodded his head towards Mikael. “Away from me.”
“Bitch nigga I ain’t stuntin’’ you.” Mikael said, mugging Maverick.
“Whatever,” Maverick mumbled making his way around us into the store.
“I can’t stand that bitch ass nigga,” He spat opening the passenger side door reaching in his bag with the stuff he got out the gas station.
I watched him pull out a pack of skittles tearing them open as he walked over to Maverick’s car.
Opening the gas cover and then unscrewing the cap.
He emptied the pack of skittles into his tank then put the gas cap back on.
“Nigga, you ain’t had enough of fucking with him?” I asked with amusement as Mikael casual strolled back over to the truck.
“I don’t like him or his stankin’ ass sister. You think she got something to do with them niggas at that other company. How the fuck she get Maverick a job before we even knew about them bitches?” Mikael spoke as we both got back into the tow truck.
“I wouldn’t put shit past Fallon at this point. Imma ask her about it though.”
“Just let me kill her and we can call it a day,”
“I might take you up on that,”
“You just made my mutha fuckin’ day. You finally considering it. That’s all I need.” Mikael said with a big ass grin.