“Oh, my god. Troy, is this for me! This is mine!” She jumped up and down at the sight of the red BMW X5 sitting in front of the restaurant with a big black bow on it.
“Happy belated birthday, baby.” She jumped into my arms, kissing me on my lips, causing a loud ass fuckin scene.
“You're the shit, daddy! You're the shit!”
“Yeah, yeah, you welcome, baby. But come on, let’s get inside so you can see how this mutha fucka look.”
I unlocked the doors on the keypad, and she got in the driver’s seat, and I got in the passenger. She was so excited that she started clapping her hands after touching the stirring wheel. Maleka was a Brooklyn bitch who probably never even sat in a driver’s seat, let alone one of a BMW.
“So, what do I have to do in return for this?” She licked her lips, reaching across the middle console to grab my dick.
“Do what you feel, baby.”
“Okay, lean back, you know this won’t take long.”
She climbed over the console without hesitation, unzipped my zipper, and had my dick in her mouth in two seconds behind the tint. I know a lot of niggas like to brag about size, but I’m happy my shit can be gobbled up by any bitch. She had megrabbing the side of the seats and her hair in an instant. Head to me was always ten times better than pussy. I didn’t have to move and still got to bust a nut. You can’t ask for better shit than that.
Maleka easily swallowed my whole dick and had me spitting up in under fifteen seconds. She swallowed my cum and wiped the corners of her mouth like the obedient bitch I was grooming her ass to be.
“Damn, I need to buy your ass five more cars if you're going to gobble me up like that every time.”
“And you know I will, baby. You can get whatever you want by doing stuff like this for me. I know everybody is about to be tripped out when I pull up on the block in this.”
She honked the horn twice. I could tell by the smile on her face that I had made her happier than she had ever been. If this wasn’t the right time to get the truth, then I probably never will.
“Baby, you know I don’t need head every time I do something for you because I’m your nigga and I’m supposed to.”
“And I’m supposed to take care of you and him. Look, I’ve never been a dope boy’s girl before, but I’ve seen girls who date them, and it’s our responsibility to keep you fed as long as you're feeding me.” She rubbed her hand across my dick.
“But what I would appreciate more than head and sex is my girl who I’m buying cars, penthouses, and other shit to be honest with me at all times and to show me loyalty.”
I grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes.
“Maleka, I’m ready to take care of you and give you the world, but I can’t do that if I don’t feel like you're telling me all that I need to hear.”
“Troy I.”
“Shh, just listen.” I placed my finger over her lips.
“I’m your man now, and just know, no other bitch is choosing their homegirls or anybody over a man who wants to give them the world. Now, tell me: did your homegirl tell you anything about my brother or what happened to him? I can’t sleep at night thinking maybe someone after him is going to be after me too, and if I’m thinking about that shit constantly, there is no way you and me can be completely happy, baby.”
I kissed her on her lips and kissed her again and again until we were tonguing it out.
When I pulled my face away from hers, her eyes stayed closed for a good minute before she finally opened them and sat back in her seat.
“You know Jas is my girl, and she’s been my girl for years, Troy. Like since middle school.”
“And I get that, but I’m your man now. The one that’s taking care of you. So, your loyalty should be with my family and me.” She exhaled, shaking her head and looking out the tinted window on the beamer.
“What’s on your mind, baby? Talk to daddy.”
She took a deep breath before looking up into my eyes.
“Okay, Troy, but please don’t say I told you this, and please don’t get too mad at Jas. She had no choice but to lie.” I sat up in my seat because the moment of truth was coming.
“A random robber didn’t kill your brother.”
“Then who did it?”
