Shawty Fell In Love With A Hustla 3 Page 3

  “Oh please, I can’t take no more,” she cried.

  “Take what?” I smirked.

  “Ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhh,” she cried out while I pinned her legs against the headboard and started round two of eating her pussy.

  When she came for the second time, I thought I was going to have to perform CPR on her. The way she was breathing and foaming at the mouth had me worried. She was babbling some incoherent shit. If the pussy didn’t taste so good, I would have grabbed my shit and left.

  “CheChe, you good?” I asked, positioning myself on top of her.

  Before she could answer, I shoved my dick so far up her that it probably would have come out of her mouth if she opened it. She sucked in a deep breath and held it in as if she was taking a hit from a joint. I just stood there looking at her, scared she would die if she didn’t exhale soon.

  “You straight?” I asked again.

  She nodded her head, as tears started to fall from her eyes. None of the niggas she had between her legs was hitting that shit right by her actions. Her pussy held a vise grip around my dick, that it was damn near choking the life out of it. The more I stroked in and out of her, I got lost in her warmth and wetness. The sounds of me digging in her pussy reminded me of my mother stirring a pot of noodles for her famous mac and cheese.

  “Oh fuck, right there,” she moaned once my dick connected with her G-spot.

  “Right where? Here?” I asked stroking her spot harder.

  “Mmm, yessssssss!” She cried out.

  “Yes what? What’s my name?” I asked out of pleasure. The way her pussy was snapping on my dick had me ready to take her ass to the court house.

  “Smoke!!!!” She cried out.

  “Nah, it’s daddy. Who is your daddy?”

  “You… oh…. Daddy, yesssss daddy!!!” She screamed before cumming all over my dick.

  I flipped her on her side and lifted her legs until it formed the letter “L” then I used her wetness to coat my dick before putting it in her back door. I wasn’t really into anal sex, but fucking with Karrueche had me wanting to pull out all the tricks.

  “Relax,” I whispered in her ears while grinding my dick in her ass.

  “Ouch!” She yelled, tightening her butt cheeks.

  “Baby you have to relax. I promise it’ll feel better soon,” I said as I kissed her lips.

  After three failed attempts, she finally relaxed and let me in. The feeling of her warm ass around my shaft had me seeing stars. I must have hit a spot in her ass because she started pinching her nipples while moaning.

  “Play with that pussy,” I groaned.

  Obeying my words, she slipped her hands between her legs and started twirling her clit between her fingers. The way her wetness coated her fingers as they glided across her clit had my dick pulsating. My dick doubled in size as I continued to pump in and out of her while watching the show.

  “I’m cumming.” she cried out as her body trembled.

  A few pumps later and I was burying my seeds in her ass.

  “Push the cum out.” I smirked; remember seeing this shit on porn.

  “Huh?” She asked confused.

  “Push the nut out of your ass. Relax your ass muscles then push and don’t fart either,” I warned.

  Doing as she was told, I saw my nut seeping through the cracks of her ass. That was the sexiest shit I ever saw. I was a big freak and the fact that Karrueche accommodated the freak in me made everything a plus. Jumping out of the bed, I went to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean my dick off then I brought another one to clean her off as well.

  “What you doing ma? We aren’t done yet,” I smirked and told her.

  “I’m tired,” she whined.

  “Shut up and ride this dick,” I said smacking her on the ass.

  * * *

  “Tell that fuck nigga to stop hitting your line before I do it for you,” I snapped, turning over. The clock on the nightstand read seven o’clock. It was too damn early for that nigga to be calling Karrueche’s line.

  “Technically he’s still my boyfriend,” she said getting out of the bed.

  “Miss me with that shit, ma. Bring your ass back to bed,” I snapped. Karrueche was going to learn when it came to fucking with me to do what I said.

  “I have to go and brush my teeth,” she said before disappearing in the bathroom.

  Her phone started to ring again, which further pissed me off. Pulling the quilted comforter off of my body, I reached over and snatched her phone from off the charger, causing the end piece to break. I wanted to spend a couple of hours cuddled up with Karrueche before I had to get to work, but this cock blocking nigga didn’t know how to catch an hint.

  “YO!” I barked into the phone.

  “Is Karrueche there?” That soft ass nigga asked.

  “Yes, but she’s in the bathroom. We are chilling right now, so I would appreciate it if you lay off her line for a bit. She’ll holla at you later, plus she has to talk to you about something anyway,” I said before banging on that pussy nigga.

  I placed the phone on the nightstand next to me, in case he wanted to get bold and call again. Repositioning myself on the pillow, I grabbed the comforter and snuggled back under it. It’s been a long time since I slept so well with a woman in my bed. I had Tangi, but it was just something off with her and it wouldn’t allow us to fully connect on a deeper level. Yeah we were kicking it heavy, but I wouldn’t call it anything serious.

  I chuckled to myself when I realize that nigga didn’t call back. Why Karrueche wanted to be with that square ass nigga was beyond me, but all that was coming to an end. We both had conversations to hold with our temporary partners and I was ready to tell Tangi that her time has expired.

  Twenty minutes later, Karrueche walked back in the room freshly showered and wrapped in a large, white robe. The smell of her body wash invaded the room as she walked towards her vanity to apply lotion. I watched her squeeze the body of cherry plum lotion in the palm of her hand before extending her long, thick legs and applying it to them.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “Nowhere, I just wanted to soak my poor kitty.” She pouted.

  “Daddy did put a hurting to it, didn’t I?” I smirked.

  “Yes you did,” she said walking around the room with a slight limp.

  “Come here, let me kiss it and make it feel better for you.” I licked my lips.

  “No.” She shook her head, giggling.

  “Bring your ass here girl,” I snapped.

  She slowly made her way to the bed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. I untied her robe and found myself once again admiring her body. She had a nice body underneath her clothes, but seeing that shit up close had me intoxicated. Pushing her on the bed, I lowered my lips to her pussy and made love to it with my mouth.

  After eating Karrueche’s pussy for three rounds and fucking her brains out, I decided to cook her some breakfast. With my ten inch and a half, grade A thick cut meat slanging around as I walked around the kitchen, I made a meal fit for a queen. While the bread was in the toaster, I cut up some fruit and placed it on a plate. On the breakfast tray I had a plate of homemade pancakes, one that held toast and another with eggs, bacon, grits, and sausage links. Grabbing the Minute Maid Orange Juice, I poured some in a champagne flute and placed it on the tray as well.

  “Eat up,” I said while placing the food in front of her.

  “I’m too sore to move,” she whined.

  “You want daddy to feed you?”

  “Please.” She smiled, lightening up my world.

  “What are we doing?” She said opening her mouth to receive the fork filled with eggs that I placed to her lips.

  “We are fucking around.” I smirked.

  “I’m being serious,” she said, holding her hand up to her mouth to hide the food she was chewing.

  “We both are going to end our situations and be together. After sampling
that pussy, I’m not letting homeboy get up in that anymore,” I said.

  “Smoke, I’m being serious.”

  “Shit, I am too,” I replied.

  “Is this only about sex to you?” She asked, turning up her nose at me.

  “Nah ma, the sex is a plus, but I’m trying to fuck with you the long way. I’m really feeling your ass and I’m talking about from the first time I met your fat ass with those swollen ankles,” I said, causing her to playfully punch me on the chest.

  “My ankles were not swollen.” She giggled.

  “Shit, those motherfuckers looked like Precious’ shit.” I laughed. “I started to nickname your ass, Precious.”

  “Stop,” she said, holding her stomach in laughter.

  “Seriously though I’m trying to do this shit the right way,” I confessed.

  “Me too. It took you long enough.” She blushed.

  “Let me find out, you been feeling the kid.” I smirked.

  “Don’t flatter yourself.”

  “What’s your plans for today?” I asked, taking a bite of her toast.

  “I am going up to the hospital to sit with Shantika.”

  “I hope you got plans on fixing your hair first because that shit is a mess.” I ran my hands through her hair cut that was starting to grow out.

  “You paying for it?” She snapped.

  “I got you,” I said, reaching in my pockets to pull out my diamond and gold money clip. Instead of removing any bills, I Just handed her the whole thing. It had to be a few racks in there because the clip held nothing but 100’s and 50’s.

  “I don’t need all of this,” she said, pushing the money clip back towards me.

  “Man, just take it. Get your nails, toes, eyebrows, lashes, hair all of that done.”

  “I got my-”

  “Take the money ma. I don’t care if you got it, your man got you now,” I said causing her to blush. “Now come take a shower with me,” I said, pulling her off the bed.

  “I already took a shower.” She giggled.

  “I wasn’t in there with you so that doesn’t count,” I replied, kissing her on the lips.

  Chapter 4

  Tangi

  I was shocked as I starred at the positive pregnancy test. This shit hit me like a ton of breaks as I ripped open another EPT box and peed on the stick. My mind was in a frenzy as I tore through the box peeing on each one and praying for all of this to be a big joke. Seeing my thirteenth positive test caused tears to form in my eyes.

  This pregnancy was already fucking with me because I was too tough to cry. For the first time in my life, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. As much as I wanted to say fuck this baby and march myself down to the abortion clinic I couldn’t. I always told Draya that I didn’t want kids, but that was before I had one growing in my womb. For some reason, a sense of joy took over me as it sunk in that I was going to be a mother.

  Since I knew for a fact Smoke wasn’t the father of my child, I had to hurry up and do what I came here to do. The thought of Tommy and I together raising our child somewhere ducked off on a private island brought a smile to my face. I knew once Tommy found out, I was pregnant with his child we would finally get our happily ever after. The thought of me settling down was starting to sound good. I figured when it came time for me to get back to work, Tommy and I would have to compromise. I loved killing for a living and I wasn’t about to give that up.

  Picking up my phone, I sent Tommy a text to meet me at The Ramada Inn. Once he confirmed our meeting, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Thoughts of me being a mother danced through my mind as I rinsed the body wash from my skin. I thought about my mother and how I was treated as a child. Worry began to sink in as I feared failing my child like my mother did me. Now that I thought about it, maybe having this baby wasn’t such a bright idea after all.

  Just as I was about to pull up a link to abortion clinics, Tommy sent me a text telling me he arrived at the location. The thought of having Tommy by my side, wiped away every fear that I had. It was something about him that had the ability to turn my hatred for men around. I hated men but with him, I was a teenager struck by puppy love.

  Pulling a pair of black leggings over my bare ass, I paired it with my white crop top that had Converse written across it in red. Grabbing a pair of white Converse with red outlining, I slipped them on my feet without any socks. I pulled my hair off of my face and into a bun at the top of my head, before placing a pair of diamond studs in my ears. Grabbing my ruby red lipstick, I brushed it across my lips until they came to life. I sprayed my body down with my Prada Candy perfume and I was ready to go.

  When I arrived at the hotel, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest. On wobbly legs, I walked over to the front desk and gave them my name. They handed me a key card to the room Tommy was in and told me to enjoy my stay. My hand trembled as I placed the card towards the door before quickly swiping it. The beep that signified that the door was opened had me jumping out of my skin.

  Tommy was laid on the bed naked with a blunt dangling between his lips. He must have thought this was one of our booty calls, but boy was he wrong. Instead of dropping the news on him, I decided to enjoy having him inside of me first.

  “Why are you standing over there? Come suck daddy’s dick,” he said blowing a cloud of smoke towards me.

  Granting his wish, I took off my clothes and rushed over to the bed.

  * * *

  Tommy and I had just spent two hours fucking each other brains out and we were now lazily lying in the hotel bed. Every time I would muster up the courage to tell him I was pregnant, I would reconsider. For the first time in my life, I was tongue-tied and I couldn’t even remember how to form a proper sentence. Just as I was about to get it over with, the urge to throw up came over me, causing me to jump up and run towards the bathroom.

  “You good?” Tommy asked walking in the bathroom.

  “Uh huh,” I said before throwing up some more.

  “Damn ma, are you pregnant?” He asked causing my heart to skip a beat.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Speak up, I can’t hear you,” he said handing me a warm washcloth.

  Flushing the toilet, I walked over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with the mouthwash. I then grabbed one of the hotel’s toothbrushes and proceeded with brushing my teeth. I could see him from the mirror, watching my every move like a hawk. Once I was done brushing my teeth, I rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash again before walking over to the bed.

  “So you’re pregnant?” He asked again.

  “Yes.”

  “Damn, you letting that nigga Smoke hit you raw?” He scoffed.

  “It’s not his, it’s yours,” I replied, holding my breath.

  “Mine?” He asked, while pointing at his chest.

  “Yes.”

  “Can’t be.”

  “We barely strap up Tommy.”

  “But you were fucking that nigga Smoke too,” he countered.

  “Smoke always strap up.”

  “You expect me to believe that shit?” He snapped.

  “It’s the truth Tommy!” I yelled.

  “Well handle that then,” he said pulling out a wad of cash out of his pockets and tossing it on the bed.

  “What do you mean ‘handle it’?” I asked, trying to make sense out of what he was saying.

  “I mean get rid of it.”

  “You get mad at your ex and set her house on fire because you thought she had something to do with the death of your baby, but you want me to get rid of ours? Please explain that shit to me because it doesn’t make any fucking sense!” I snapped.

  “Tangi, you and I both know that you aren’t capable of loving anyone but dead presidents. You don’t have a heart ma. I mean you fuck niggas and kill them for a living. You are immune to the typical human emotions; I don’t even think God created you with a heart. So what makes you think I would want t
o have a baby with someone like you?” He said causing my anger to rise.

  “But you get that slut bucket KiKi pregnant and you think it’s acceptable for her to walk around carrying your baby?!”

  “That’s because I don’t have to go to sleep with one eye open fucking around with her. A bitch like you would fuck me and then leave my guts on the floor while you walk out of here with all my money. I am not on that shit ma, so handle that. No hard feelings.” He shrugged.

  “What if I want to keep my baby?”

  “Then that’s your decision. You need to finish your job with Smoke, get your cut and get the fuck from around here with that shit,” he said while putting back on his clothes.

  I was so mad that I was seeing red at this point. I knew Tommy wouldn’t be happy about me being pregnant but I figure he would come around eventually. I never expected for him to tell me to kill our baby. I wanted to rush to my purse, pull out my chrome and put a few in his dome, but I decided on something different. I was going to make Tommy regret fucking me over. Instead of saying anything else I dressed and left the room.

  My mind was traveling at a high-speed rate as I tried to think of my next move. If I was going to have this baby alone, I was going to make sure I was compensated. The money I had saved up was for my personal use, and now I needed another stash for my unborn. I prayed to God that I gave birth to a little girl so that I could show her the game once she got older.

  When I made it to the spot Smoke and I was staying in, I noticed his car in the driveway. Reaching in my purse, I grabbed the Visine and poured a generous amount in each eye so it could look like I was crying. Once I had my sob game down, I walked in the house wailing like one of those overly dramatic family members at a funeral.

  “You straight?” Smoke asked.

  “Smoke, I’m pregnant,” I cried.

  “How? What the fuck?” He asked, jumping out of his seat.

  “Remember that time the condom broke?” I said recalling the event of what happened one night.

  “Yes, but I thought the Plan B handled that since you got your period.”