“I want you so fucking bad, Nuri Symone.” His voice was so heavy with need. The vibrations from his words ruptured through my nipples, and a pulse came alive between my legs.
“You have me, Sekai. I’m yours.”
My words caused him to stand while still holding me around his waist. He carried me over to the couch in the studio and then laid me down. I pinched my exposed nipples while I watched him slide his jeans down his long legs. His boxers fell shortly after, and a thick chocolate pole was left behind. It stood straight up with a little curve at the tip. I licked my lips in anticipation. Kai snatched my tiny shorts off my body and tossed them to the side. I shuddered when he began to kiss up my body. He stared into my eyes while massaging my clit with his tip.
In a quick motion, he began to poke at my entrance. “I knew you were already wet for me.”
I screamed out when he shoved his dick inside of me. My nails clawed at his back while I tried to find my breath. Kai filled every inch of space I had in my damn cervix. He sat in place, allowing me a chance to adjust to his size, and it was like sweet torture. His hips withdrew before he slammed back into me.
Kai grabbed both of my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Because he had long arms, both of his hands went to my neck, where he gripped tightly. I was pinned in place as he began to pound my pussy to a lifeless pulp. I was moaning so fucking loud that I was sure Bones and them could hear me at the front gate. Kai made me feel that fucking good.
“Tell me you’re sorry for playing in daddy’s face tonight, Nuri Symone,” he ordered.
I tried to open my mouth but ended up stuttering. His grip tightened a little for a second. I gasped when he released me, allowing tears to escape down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, daddy!” I hollered in ecstasy.
“You gon’ do that shit again?” he asked through clenched teeth.
I felt my walls clinging to him for life. Each stroke made me cream a little more. I was sure his shaft was coated in my juices because all I heard were gushy sounds the deeper he stroked in and out of me. I shook my head.
“No. Never,” I cried, hoping that he believed me.
Kai released his grip on my neck and then allowed my legs to slink off his shoulders. Bending over, he kissed me passionately. “Okay, I believe you, baby. Turn over.”
I don’t know how I found the energy to turn over onto my stomach. I tried to arch my back, but Kai made me lie flat. His weight landed on top of mine seconds before he slid back into my slippery folds.
“Mmmm, baby, you feel too good.”
He stroked me slower than the first time. Each stroke had me drooling and begging for more. Kai chuckled above me, knowing that he was driving me fucking crazy. In this position, I could feel all of him. He couldn’t convince me that he wasn’t tapping on my heart every time he bottomed out.
“Shhhhh-shhhiiiiitttttttttttttt,” he stuttered as he became a victim of his torture as well.
I began to throw my ass back, making him hiss. He slapped my cheeks, allowing me to fuck him back until we both came hard as fuck. Our voices sounded like a damn choir as we came together. Kai fell forward onto me and kissed my shoulder.
“I hope you know I’m going to turn your little ass every which way but loose tonight. You should’ve stayed upstairs.”
I giggled. “I’m exactly where I wanted and needed to be.”
He kissed my cheek with a grin. “Say no more. Follow me upstairs.”
I checkedmy phone for the thousandth time in the last thirty minutes. Nuri was busy with clients all day, so I found my way to the east side to check on things. Jah told me they’d closed a trap that wasn’t generating enough income and stretched out the niggas responsible. It didn’t take rocket science to know it was slow because they were stealing. Dutch Reapers were big on loyalty. I strongly believed that if you stole once, you’d steal again. It was better not to leave any loose ends, so once we handled that, we raced to Prosper Ave. Lazer and Jah trailed me as we made our way to Joe’s Barbershop. Joe was my old ass uncle, but he owned his shop for most of my life. It was a place where we often came to clear our heads.
I went in the chair first and let Rare give me a fresh line-up. My social media notifications were getting out of hand, so I scrolled through them when I heard the door chime. I glanced up to see my father strolling coolly into the shop. He walked over and dapped me up before walking up on Jah to put him in a headlock. They always horsed around, so it wasn’t anything new. We chopped shit up while I got my hair cut. When Rare was done, I went to sit in the vacant service chair, leaning back. Almost as if he knew he was on my mind, the door to the shop chimed again. Only this time, Zero strolled in with Nuri’s brother and some other niggas I didn’t know. The nigga was bold coming into Reaper territory like we wouldn’t air this bitch out too. I was on that about my wife.
My body tensed as I slowly stood up. My father wore the same scowl on his face as he and Zero grilled each other. Their dislike for each other was older than me, and I didn’t fully understand it. After a while, I realized I didn’t need to know. I was riding with my father no matter what.
“You have a death wish,” I spoke confidently. I was ready for whatever.
My eyes wouldn’t leave Nuri’s brother. I especially wanted to murk him. By the firm set of his jaw, I could tell he felt the same way about me. I smirked, made a gun with my fingers, then pointed it at his head. I smiled widely when I pressed my imaginary trigger. I needed him to know I was gunning for him. Shit wasn’t a secret. That pussy and I would beef until one of us was in the grave. And trust, I was not leaving my wife to be alone in this world.
Zero finally turned his attention to me. “Well, if it isn’t the wife thief.”
My top lip twitched. The nigga sounded stupid as fuck and looked even goofier standing there wearing an oversized three-piece suit that made him look like the pimp he used to be. Thosestupid ass braids had the nerve to have beads on the ends of them as they rested on top of his neck. He needed to join the present with the rest of us and get his childish ass out of 2005.
“I didn’t steal shit. Nuri isn’t a piece of property,” I growled. I was ready to lift my bandana over my mouth and let bullets fly, but my father was cautioning me with his eyes to relax.
Zero smirked. “Isn’t she, though? And like the young people say, ‘I need that.’” He chuckled to himself, but I was disgusted by his entire existence. He nodded to Nuri’s bitch ass brother. “Have you two had the chance to meet? This is Nuri’s brother, Rylas, and he promised her to me to clear a debt. I’m sure you remember how strict I can be about my loans.”
