Page 48 of A Beast Captured My Heart

She smiled at me and playfully rolled her eyes.

“We don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, Praise.”

She walked up to me, throwing her arms around my shoulders as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me. Hugging me tight, I bent down to accommodate her short height. I could stay in her arms forever, pulling her closer to me, I grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed then walked her towards the bed trying to unbutton her jeans.

“No Praise, my appointment is in forty minutes… I’ll come over after me and Lay’s girls’ day out and take care of you then.” She blushed as I just stared at her for a while.

“Nah, you’re about to be out, looking sexy as fuck. I need to get you tainted, so them niggas can smell me from a far. Give you that funny walk so they will know it’s a real nigga hitting all this.” Slapping her on the ass, her pretty brown skin turned a shade red.

“I’m not even about to go there with you.” She tried to walk away from me, I wasn’t having that shit. Kayori had me hard as fuck. If I could fuck her five times a day, I would.

“Come on, baby. Let me just hit from the back real quick.”

She fucked up mentioning that she was coming back to my place later. That had me real excited and even harder. I needed to release and this obsessive love that I could no longer deny was growing. I couldn’t get enough of her, the smell, her touch. If I could, I’d try to give her the world and wipe out all the pain she had ever felt. Kayori was a good pure soul, her intentions were pure, I just wished the darker side to me could accept that and not chase her away. She was my medicine.

Stepping out of her jeans and panties, I licked my lips at the sight of her ass bent over on the bed. She was all woman, authentic as fuck. I appreciated every stretch mark I could spot on her ass that traveled up to the sides of her thighs. That shit looked sexy as fuck. Her center glistened; she was always wet as fuck for me. I wanted her scent on me for the remainder of the day. Pulling my dick out, I stroked it, dropping to my knees I was face to face with her big ass booty. Spreading her cheeks, I licked her slit then sucked on her clit. Getting nasty with it, my eyes was in her ass, nose was right at her snug center while my mouth and tongue went to work on her pearl tongue.

“Shhhhittt! Baby, I’m going to cum.”

I could tell the way her body silently talked to me, our sexual chemistry was off the charts. Standing to my feet, the cold air from her room smacked me in the face. Holding my dick, I used it like a sex toy, tapping at her center, rubbing the tip in circles to keep stimulating her clit. When she started to shake, I entered her snug center and let her cum all over my dick. Bending down and kissing her butt, I started my slow strokes. Taking my hands, I caressed her back and tugged at her love handles while her pussy choked my dick making the blood rush to the head of it. Kayori’s pussy was so fucking good, she had my toes cramping up in my Gucci sneakers. She made a nigga want to strip down naked and lay up in this pussy all day.

Once she came to another orgasm, she started throwing it back like it gave her more energy. I loved her sex drive; she was never a lazy fuck.

“Got damn, baby. This pregnant pussy is hitting.”

Sticking my thumb in her ass, I went to work until I exploded inside her tight walls. Pulling out slowly, I felt the aftershocks of my nut.

“You just don’t know what a quickie is,” she panted out of breath, she laid sprawled out on the bed face down with her ass exposed. I was tempted to go right back inside of her.

“That was a quickie, baby.” I kissed her on the lips, then got up to go to the bathroom. I needed to get up out of here before I really did make her miss her doctor’s appointment. I had shit to do and being under her would have made me forget about everything else I had planned for the day.

Chapter Twenty-Three

NIA

One month later

Looking at myself in the mirror I smiled, I was officially plotting a way to get my man back. I examined my five foot six, slim-thick frame and blew myself a kiss in the mirror. I missed Praise more than anything now, and I was determined to get his ass back by any means necessary. I touched down in Vegas a week ago and just by searching Praise name, I was able to locate multiple businesses he owned and frequently visited.

Call me crazy, but Praise Kentrell Brownston was my man. He belonged to me. After dealing with Laquanna’s crazy ass for far too long, I got her out of my system and bounced. I wished I would have left her in the past and just moved along with my life how I planned. She was overly obsessed with the nigga and that sick obsession turned into a game that end up getting innocent people hurt. After her plans kept falling through, I gave up on her and ditched her ass like the bad habits she had. I was better off being with Praise. Even though he was a dog, he gave me stability. Something Laquanna’s ass couldn’t give to save her life, with her was constant drama and confusion.

I had mad love for her, but a bad bitch like myself needed stability. Messing around with girls was a phase I end up going through when I was young. Laquanna was my first real relationship before I even thought about me and Praise becoming an item. She turned me out and I was hooked. I confused lust with love and end up making her my girlfriend until she got real possessive over me.

Once I dumped her, we kept in contact every now and then. Praise and I would go weeks without fucking or even seeing each other. So, in my mind, it wasn’t called cheating if I got good head from a woman every now and then during our relationship. I was deeply in love with Praise up until Laquanna’s conniving ass tracked him down and started fucking him behind my back. When she got pregnant, it put the icing on the cake. I wanted to crush him like he crushed me.

Funny thing is that the whole time I’m slipping and sliding with Laquanna, she was slipping and sliding on my man. So, she was getting the best of both worlds. They both had hurt me. Praise hurt me more because I felt like I was truly dedicated to that nigga. When I approached Laquanna about the whole thing, she played dumb and was real convincing that she had no clue Praise was the nigga who I had fallen in love with. I started snorting cocaine with her, she became my shoulder to cry on. We came up with plan after plan and in between that time, I found out that she was fucking on Michael. She was all screwed up, but at the time I paid that shit no mind and chunked it up as her being a freak nasty bitch. I was tired of all the women that Praise was giving dick to. He loved me in his own twisted ass way, though. The more shit he did, it pushed me to be more confident with leaving his ass for good.

I would observe him when he was around me, and somethings would seem off about him. It was almost as if he was hiding things from me. I would hear him talking to himself and just ignored it, thinking he was just high out of his mind. It started feeling like I wasn’t in tune with my man. I couldn’t keep a baby to save my life, I kept blaming the shit on Praise when the truth was, I couldn’t carry a baby full term. I went to doctor after doctor spending a big amount of money to see what the problem was, and they all kept saying the same thing.

I had an incompetent cervix, and it turned me bitter. I wanted kids, I wanted to get married and have a happily ever after. Not being able to produce, made me feel less of a woman. Praise was selfish and I knew that walking away from him still wouldn’t give me full freedom. Back then, I wanted to take back my life. I wanted to live life drama and stress free without the burden of Praise or anybody for that matter. I went along with the plan. I didn’t realize I was getting myself wrapped up into a whole other love triangle. Laquanna was freaky, very nasty when it came to sex.

She enjoyed watching men fucking each other and then fucking on her. She liked to watch other girls giving me head and everything else under the sun. Quanna got me into loving that shit too, it was mind blowing. I enjoyed the feel of a woman’s touch and how another woman understood my body language. They knew how to lick, the amount of pressure to add, when to stop and how to be emotionally connected to you on the same level. I couldn’t live that way, then tell Praise without him killing me and all parties involved.

Praise was in love with me, and deep down, Laquanna was jealous of that. She thought she could get Praise to love her like he loved me. Me faking my death only made things worse for him and moving on up until I found out he start falling for the next bitch. My whole plan was void, it backfired terribly. At this point, we were going into circles trying to get a one up on him through Michael’s bitch ass. Nothing seemed to work. Laquanna was high out of her mind most of the time, so when she presented the idea of us coming clean and trying to convince Praise to be in a three-way relationship with us, I start planning right away how to get detached from her.

I wasted time with her dumb ass, and because of that I started to use her and everybody else on a solid way to get paid. Robbing Praise was wrong, but I had to survive without bringing attention to myself. Now I was sober and thinking of ways to approach him since he knew I was alive. If I still had any type of pull on him, I would be successful at finally getting my man back and putting all this crazy shit behind us.

Putting on clear lip stick, I pulled the black hoody over my head then put a snap back NYC fitted cap on. I was dressed down like a stud, only to keep the radar off of me. I knew I was playing with fire. Since I got back out here, I start watching Praise first, then it led me to his so-called bitch. Watching him love on her from afar in public drove me insane. I didn’t understand what it was about her that even turned him on.