I looked down at him in pure amazement. I wiped the sweat that had formed on my forehead and my top lip then I let my body come down from this high that he just put me on and allowed my racing heart get back to its normal pace.
He took off his shirt and wiped his face that was still covered in my juices, and pulled down his boxers and his gym shorts. I almost died from looking at the size of his dick. I mean, baby boy was packing down there. I’m talking width and length, ladies.
“This is the special attention right here,” he said, walking over to the bed with his third leg pointing right at me.
I slowly opened my legs back up for him and he climbed between them. He started kissing my neck and sucking on my titties, and immediately, my pussy was wet again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed myself to let the kiss that we were sharing take me away.
As we kissed, I felt him stick the head of his dick at my entrance and I instantly broke from the kiss because something told me that this was about to be a long ass ride. He slowly slid himself all the way inside me and both of us let out moans of satisfaction.
“Damn, girl, why you was holding out on a nigga with this good ass pussy?” he asked in my ear as I scratched at his back.
“Because, you were acting like you didn’t want it… fucckkk right thereee,” I moaned as he continued to work his pelvis, and the shit was feeling so damn good.
I normally liked to take control during sex, but my body was going to have to get used to his size first.
We continued to go at it for about another thirty minutes, and after we both came, we lay out on the bed exhausted. I had just came four times and Davion only got one off. This man had a whole lot of stamina. I thought I would never say this, but damn, I didn’t think that I was going to be able to keep up with his ass.
“Now you can let them bitches know that you’re getting special treatment. Get up and get ready so you can hit the club with me,” he said, about to get out of the bed, but I stopped him.
“Wait, so what does this mean for you and I? Was this just a one-time thing or what?” I asked because Lord knows that I wouldn’t be able to handle it if this was the only thing that he wanted from me.
“Baby girl, I just fucked you raw. This wasn’t a one-time thing. I plan on hitting this shit again and again, and I want shit between us to be official, so do you think you can handle that?” he asked me.
I beamed as I jumped up and sat on his stomach as he laid down on his back with his hands resting behind his head.
“I can handle it. I know I can,” I told him.
“I want you to know how serious this is, Chantel, because I won’t give you a second chance. Eventually, I want you to meet my son, and I’m not trying to have women in and out of his life, so let me know if you ready for what comes with being in this relationship,” he told me.
‘Baby, I’m more than ready, and it will mean so much to me if you let me meet your son,” I said and kissed him one final time.
“Okay, cool. We good then. Let me up so I can start getting ready too,” he said and I climbed off his lap and went into the bathroom so that I could take a shower as well.
This would be the first time in my life that I had a man of my own, because I was always fuckin’ somebody else’s man. Fuck whoever came up with that shit that you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife because I couldn’t wait to cook, clean, and everything else that I had to do for my man. I was leaving the past in the past, and all I cared about was the present and my future, and I could see Davion being in both of them.
Chapter 8: Tracy
A nigga was going crazy ever since Chantel ass had left. Not even on no sentimental shit though, it’s just I needed her around to help get the job done. There was no way I was going to be able to continue what we had been doing without her help. That night when she texted me telling me to just go back to the motel, I should have known that some fishy shit was up. Number one, that wasn’t a part of the fuckin’ plan, and number two, when has she ever went out and gone home with our potential victim?
I got a chance to get a glimpse at her and the nigga as they walked out of the club, and from one quick look at him, I could tell that he was swimming in money. I was thinking that we won the lottery when Chantel snagged his ass. I thought that once she got to his spot, I don’t know maybe she was going to seduce him or some shit, maybe even put some shit in his drink and then she would call me and tell me to come over. Funny thing is, she never called and that was damn near two weeks ago. I haven’t been able to get in touch with her shady ass, and I even think that she had changed her damn phone number.
This is what happened when you decided to do business with a bitch. Bitches were too damn emotional, and instead of trying to complete a damn task, they go and catch fuckin feelings. It doesn’t take a fuckin genius to know that once Chantel got to dude’s house, she became infatuated with the material things that she saw. That’s just how that bitch was. She didn’t love niggas for who they were, instead she loved them for what the fuck they had. I knew that because I was fuckin’ the bitch, and so were other niggas that I knew down in Miami, and we all knew that once we finished fuckin’ with her, we had to knock her ass off with a few dollars.
Speaking of Miami, I swear to God I would do anything to turn back the hands of time and go back to my city, where I was on the streets hustling and trying to get anybody who walked past to listen to my damn mixtape. I got so caught up in this shit trying to fuck with that nigga Quan, that I lost track of reality. I saw the things that he had and it made me in a way envy that nigga because he was doing what I wish I was doing.
So, here I am laid up in a damn dirty ass motel, with no fuckin plan, no nothing. I had $300.43 dollars to my name, and I knew that I couldn’t spend another damn night in this shitty ass place. But before I left tonight, I wanted to try my luck and head back out to the club where Chantel and I went last. I don’t know why, but something in my gut was telling me that I would run into her there. I needed this bitch back here with me because without her I wasn’t making no money.
Later That Night
I pulled up to the club and parked my car way across the street. I jumped out and walked to the front of the club. Luckily, there were only a few people standing in line, so I took my rightful place behind them. I wanted to look as normal as possible because I didn’t want the bouncers to get suspicious and then have them send somebody to secretly watch me as I made my rounds through the club.
When it was my turn in line, I showed ID and let them pat me down. When I was good to go, I walked inside to begin my mission. I let my eyes scan the club, and so far, I saw no sign of Chantel. I don’t know what made me think that she would be here in the first place. I decided to just walk over to the bar, get me a drink, and then I would be out of there.
“Hey, what can I get for you tonight?” that voice that I had been looking for the last two weeks asked.
My head was down in my hands. I knew this had to be a joke, but when I raise
d my head up, I was face to face with her.