“Yes, baby, I swear I’m sure.”
I didn’t give a damn that I was begging for the dick, he gave it to me inch by inch until he was fully in. King paused, then closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of my pussy gripping him and squeezing tightly. He thrusted slow but steady inside of me, I matched his rhythm. At first, it felt painful, but the pleasure overrode how much far his dick stretched me to the limit.
King caressed my insides with perfection, I felt myself on edge again. The dick had me wanting to profess all type of shit that I would regret afterwards. This was the type of dick that bitches nutted up over. The kind that you became selfish over. My eyes were closed tight, looking at him made me want to cum too soon.
“Open them pretty fucking eyes baby and look at me.”
My eyes fluttered, I still couldn’t bring myself to open them. I started seeing different colors and my body started tingling all over.Pop!He started slapping my titties and pinching my nipples, they bounced around like crazy from his death strokes. I was losing my sanity as my eyes flew open, thinking he was going to ease up because I could not stop the orgasm that was about to rip through my whole body.
“King, wait! Oh pleassseee, hold on!” I begged him, as he gave me a devilish smirk and kept his pace up. He placed both of his hands above me, then started rotating his hips and doing push-up motions inside of me.
“Being hardheaded will get you in trouble every time baby. Now. keep them eyes open while I make this pussy mine.”
That was it. I could no longer hold back, the explosion that hit me caused my body to damn near jerk into the air, I locked my legs tight around his lower back.
King didn’t give a damn that I was cumming. He kept pounding the lining out my pussy until I could no longer keep my eyes open and body conscious.
Chapter 13
King
From the moment Layloni walked her fine ass into that club, I knew I had a problem.
I told myself to fall back the minute I found out she had settled out here in Cali. Still, I kept tabs on everything that woman did. My excuse was simple. She was new to all of this. Leaving the South and coming out here was a big step for anybody, including me.
California didn’t move like the dirty South. Out here everything ran fast. Conversations were slick, people talked quick, and if you weren’t sharp you’d get swallowed whole. You had to think faster than the next person or get left behind.
I didn’t know everything about Layloni. Truth was, there was a lot I didn’t know. But one thing I couldn’t deny was the pull I felt toward her. Something about her kept tugging at me like a hook in my chest.
Hell, I even surprised myself the day I told her ex-boyfriend she would be mine one day.
At the time it sounded like some wild shit even coming out of my own mouth. I had never been the type of man to imagine myself tied to anybody. Not after what I watched my father go through. Love turned men weak. I saw it firsthand.
Yet here I was.
I even went as far as sending Rellianah to Layloni’s salon. When Layloni changed her number, I thought I was out of options until I stumbled across her grand opening on Instagram’s explore page.
She was standing outside her storefront, keys in one hand, a pair of oversized gold scissors in the other. Her smile stretched wide across her face like she had finally reached a place she had prayed for.
Seeing that warmed something in my chest I didn’t like acknowledging.
It always did something to me watching Black women beat the odds. Seeing one of them build something for herself in a world that tried hard as hell to break them down… that shit hit different.
Still, I knew I couldn’t start anything with Layloni until she was completely healed.
Ain’t no way in hell I’m fucking a woman who’s still hung up on another nigga. I don’t play those kinds of games. Any woman I dealt with was clean in every sense of the word. No other men. No messy attachments. No emotional leftovers.
If she was dealing with me, that pussy was reserved for a king.
Just my luck, Rellianah mentioned she and Layloni were linking up at the club last night. The second those words left her mouth, I was already planning my move.
Rellianah and her husband Cream had been helping me transition into doing everything one hundred percent legit. Showing me the ropes, guiding me through the process of cleaning up money and stepping out of the street life slowly but surely.
I had every intention of doing exactly that.
Right after I killed Troy and Prince bitch asses.
Once that was handled, Hussle could have the rest of the operation. I was ready to start looking at life differently. Build something real.
