King of The Hood 2 Page 12

  “Why I gotta have a hook up?” I sassed.

  Instead of answering me, he climbed out as the doors raised on the car. Walking to my side, he offered his hand. Taking it, he pulled me out the car.

  “Yo ass gots to have something. Unless yo ass pushing weight. Yo lovely ass got bout three million dollars worth of vehicles in this bitch,” he responded, like that shit’s just logical.

  “Nope, none of that. I own ‘High Lines.’ Have you heard of it?” I questioned, smartly, while unlocking my garage door that leads directly into my laundry room.

  Moving quickly to turn the alarm off. He’s still silent, I guess digesting my words. I’ve thrown his ass into something. Another layer he knows nothing about. Turning on a few lamps, along with the television.

  “Um, Ryco, since you so quiet. The kitchen is through there if yah suddenly mute ass is thirsty or hungry. Through that entrance is the bar. Fix ya’self something if you want. I’m going to go shower and get comfortable. If you want, upstairs, the second door on the left, that’s a spare room, there’s some men clothes in there, basketball shorts and such. Before you say something ignorant that may get yo ass shot. My stepbrother sometimes stays here when he’s traveling for business. I often pick up shit just because,” I ran down, all at once, while walking up the stairs.

  “Yo ass got that, Stallion. I see yo ass tryin’ to be funny, callin me by my government. We gon’ talk bout that shit. I’mma take yo ass up on this shit. If it’s some fuck shit, I’m beating yo ass,” he fussed, following behind me.

  Stopping a few feet from my bedroom door, I turned on his ass.

  “The day you raise yo hand to beat me, will be the day you take yo last breath. So, get yo affairs in order, just in case. I call you Ryco, cuz everybody else calls yo ass Stone. Yo ass the only one callin’ me Stallion. If you don’t like it, call me Preshus, I’ll call you Stone. We’ll be just like everybody else. I don’t know bout you, but there’s only one Preshus Godwin,” I sassed, while eyeing him.

  Biting his lip while gripping his very impressive dick, he nodded once, while telling me with his eyes all the shit he plans to do to my ass, because of my mouth. The what if’s alone got me shivering. I walked backwards into my room without another word. Closing my door, I locked it for good measure. I’m now second guessing not taking his ass home.

  “This bout to be a long fuckin’ night. What the hell have I done?” I questioned, out loud, while pulling my dress over my head.

  Forty-Minutes later…….

  “Damn,” Stone hissed, as I entered the living room.

  “Do you not know any other words to express ya’self with?” I sassed.

  He didn’t respond, he just eyed me. I had to rummage through my night wear to find something suitable enough to wear while in his presence. I settled on some sleep pants and a tank top. I started to just chill in my bedroom, but I ain’t no punk. I didn’t want his cocky ass thinking he got me scurred or some shit. My night wear usually consist of a short, silky nightgown, or just a crop tank and boy shorts.

  “Did you enjoy your shower?” I asked.

  “Un huh. Yo ass smart, leaving the tags on and shit,” he answered, with a smirk.

  Instead of answering him, I moved to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Do you want something? I got a lil’ bit of everything,” I called out.

  “A bottle of water, thanks,” he answered.

  “Aww, damn, yo ass do got manners. I’m surprised,” I cooed, smartly.

  Grabbing him one, along with a bag of Smart Pop popcorn, I walked back into the living room. Getting comfortable on my oversized sectional. He followed suit. I handed him his bottle. Opening mine, I took a hefty swallow. It hit the spot. I love Core water. Sitting the open bottle on a coaster, I picked my remote up and began flipping through my stations.

  I rarely get the opportunity to watch television. I record a lot of stuff. Clicking on Power. I’m on season three, behind like hell.

  “Aye, man, don’t tell me you one of them females.”

  “All that time yo ass been silent, you decide to break it, and that’s the best yo ass could come up with? What kind of female, Stone?” I questioned.

  He cut his eyes at me.

  “What’s up wit Stone?” He grit out.

  Smirking,

  “Isn’t that your name?” I answered, sweetly.

  “Naww, not fa’ yah ass, it’s Ryco. I know yo ass knows when to, and not to, fuckin’ use it,” he snapped.

  Giggling at his reaction.

  “Un huh, what kind of female, Ryco?” I reiterated.

  “The kind that sit and watch dumb ass shows, getting caught up in the bullshit that goes on like it’s happening to yo ass,” he answered.

  Shaking my head. His ass really has no damn social skills.

  “Yes, I am. When my ass gets a moment of time, I lock myself in here, I watch whatever the hell I’ve missed. I get deep in they lives to escape the realities of mine. I also read a lot of books. Them bitches transport me to another life that isn’t my own. Problem?” I answered, dead as serious.

  “Naww, long as yo ass don’t take my time, you good.”

  “Have yo ass ever been in a relationship, or social interactions wit a damn female? Why the hell are you so damn determined to claim my ass?” I fired off.

  He looked at me with what I can only describe as a thoughtful. His brows were scrunched together, his eyes squinting, while his nostrils flared out a little.

  “I ain’t never met female that matched my status. I mean, yo ass got one flaw, but you legit too. Plus, yo ass is fucking gorgeous in a unique sort of way. Yo ass challenged my ass. I ain’t never had no fuckin’ body; not no damn female, to come at my ass like you have. You make me want to try some shit,” he expressed.

  Nodding my head in understanding before,

  “Thank you. You owe me an apology,” I accepted.

  Smacking his teeth.

  “Fa’ what? I ain’t do shit. You my woman, that’s it. I’m yo man. Remember that shit. This bout to be fuckin’ beautiful,” he snapped.

  “Kiss my ass. I ain’t yo shit. You fa’ damn sho’ ain’t my man. My man knows how to fuckin’ talk to my ass and own up to his wrongdoings. Shidd, yo hard to understand ass wish you could be my fuckin’ man,” I barked, pissed.

  Moving without a word, he dived on me.

  “Get off me, Stone. Now, ain’t the time to try and sho’ yo playful side,” I yelled, trying to buck his heavy ass off me.

  He ignored my ass, while tussling with me. Moving my body how he wants it. When I brought this oversized sectional, I loved the fact I could lay down while having room for someone else to laydown beside me, without it being uncomfortable.

  “Shut up,” he growled, before pressing his lips against mine.

  “Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, as his strong tongue forced its way in my mouth.

  My ass is either crazy, horny as shit, or both. His damn dominance turns me on in the worst way. I believe his ass knows that shit too.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, while slipping his hand in my sleep pants.

  Gapping my legs wider to give his ass more access. Shit call me whatever you want. I’m fucking his ass tonight.

  “Damn, Stallion. She fuckin’ fat. When the last time yo ass had some dick?” He ground out, while maneuvering my pants down. I lifted my hips to help him out.

  “Years,” I panted out, honestly.

  He stared at me, then a slow, evil ass smirk, formed on his full lips.

  “When’s the last time yo ass had some pussy?” I questioned, while helping his ass outta his wife beater.

  “Believe it or not, I don’t just fuck to be fucking. Hoes run the fuck out. Bustin’ a nut in some non-quality pussy ain’t a fuckin’ must foe’ my ass. Shit, since laying eyes on yo thick, pretty ass, you been on my brain. Fuckin’ my memory bank up,” he answered, pulling at my tank top.

  Helping him out, he pulled it completely off,
as I sat up. Laying back before him in all my naked glory, without feeling a once of shame. I love my body and work damn hard at keeping it in shape.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, before latching on to my titty.

  “Shit do that shit,” I encouraged, holding his head in place.

  I love getting my titties sucked. Stone’s ass was doing the fucking thing, fa’ real.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  My thighs fell open, as his fingers flicked my clit.

  “Mmmhmmm, just like that,” I urged, rolling my hips, tryin’ to get closer to his fingers.

  “Let me hear that shit,” he demanded, easing a thick ass finger in me.

  “Damn, yo ass tight,” he ground out.

  Fuck what his ass is sayin’, his fingers thick as fuck.

  “Damn, yo ass drenched. Fuck foreplay, round two, I gotchu,” he growled, leaning up, connecting his lips to mine.

  Placing my hand in his dreads while gripping his dick with the other. Massaging it, then stroking, while using his precum as lubrication. The velvet hot, smooth muscle moved easily in my hand. I got a damn good rhythm going on. Women forget the rhythm. You can’t just jack a dick and don’t have rhythm or rough hands.

  “Stop that shit,” he fussed, snatching his mouth from mine.

  Letting up, I positioned his dick at my opening, before pausing.

  “We need a condom,” I panted out.

  “You clean, I’m clean. This my pussy after this shit. I ain’t never raw dawg a hoe, I ain’t callin’ yo ass no hoe, that’s what them other ones was,” he rushed out.

  “I never let a nigga raw dawg my ass neither. I’m not on birth control, Ryco, I’m allergic,” I let him know.

  “I’mma pull out, promise,” he grunted out.

  “I don’t know bout that shit,” I declined, undecided.

  “I promise,” he grunted.

  “I don’t, oh, shit,” I moaned, at the feel of his swollen mushroom head breaching my walls.

  “I promise, fuck,” he ground out, while feeding me inch, by glorious inch, of his delicious dick.

  He started stroking me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, while tapping my spot just that quick. This shit ain’t right, at all.

  “Mmmhmmm, Ryco, fuck, yeah, so damn good,” I called out, feeling delirious.

  He leaned up, propping one hand on the cushion above my head, while using the other to open my pussy up more, helping his ass to bottom out.

  “Haaaah,” I shirked.

  “I know. You good? Yo ass feel like a thousand nuts,” he ground out.

  Nodding my head, while moving my hips, urging his ass to move. He took the motivation, pulling out, with leaving just the tip in, he slammed forward with enough force to unhook the sectional, causing it to move.

  “Fuck, nigga. Do that shit!” I yelled, grabbing my own titties.

  His ass is putting in work. Pulling one nipple in my mouth, I sucked, while meeting his ass thrust for thrust. His eyes changed colors. That’s his go button.

  “I got yo ass. Good pussy having ass. I hope you know yo ass in all types of trouble,” he barked, before putting both of my legs on his shoulders.

  “Shit,” I hissed, feeling his dick in my chest.

  “Me too,” he grit out, shaking his head, steady putting in work.

  Grabbing his back while moaning loudly, digging my nails in his back and arms, causing him to grunt and bared down.

  Our asses were going at it like we’re fighting. I’m sweating, fucking up my hair. He’s sweating, with his dreads hanging wild and loose. Grunting, moaning, cussin’, skin slapping, echoed throughout my living room.

  “My spot, damn, my spot. I’m cummin’, Ryco, shit,” I panted out.

  He’s tearing my spot up. I’ve never had an orgasm by penetration alone. My clit always had to be played with.

  “I feel that shit. She talking to me. Give me what the fuck yo ass owe me,” he ground out, not missing a beat.

  “Mmmhmmm, sssass, sssasssss. Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, long and hard, cummin.

  I’mma be mad when I got to get this shit cleaned, but I swear, it’s worth it.

  “That’s that shit. Fuck yo pussy, my pussy. Damn, just, damn,” he gritted out, like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling.

  “Give me one mo’,” he ordered.

  “I can’t. Shit, I, ooouuuu,” I moaned, feeling that familiar pull.

  “Don’t ever tell me what my pussy can’t do. Just fa’ that,” he talked shit, pulling out.

  I wanted to slap his ass, I swear, I did. Cock strong fucker ain’t even let that thought take root, before he was flipping my ass over.

  “That don’t make no fucking sense. Let me see if I’mma need riding lessons,” he grumbled.

  “Wha-’” was all I got out, before feeling too full, too fast.

  This shit too much from the back, I swear. His ass bout to nut, fuck what his ass got planned, I thought, pushing my ass backwards.

  “Wha’, Stallion? Yo ass tryin’ to push me out,” he taunted.

  “Stand,” I ordered.

  He did, taking me with his ass. He made sure not to slip out. Planting my feet, while bracing my hands on the back of the sectional. My ass looks like I’m bout to be part of a search and seizure.

  “Oh, shit! The fuck yo ass bout to do?” He taunted, gripping my wide hips.

  “Seeing if you can ride,” I sassed, before twerking my ass cheeks.

  “Shit,” he hissed, smacking my ass.

  I was just getting started. I gave his ass a round of applause, by making my ass cheeks clap, before working my pussy muscles.

  In, out, in, out, hold, in, out, in, out, hold, walls flexing. I’m deep walling his dick.

  “Aww, fuck, shit! Damn, Preshus,” he yelled, trying to stroke me, but this was my show.

  I wish I could see his face. I can image what it looks like though. Eyes wide, mouth ajar, with his tongue wagging. I’m bout to bring this shit all the way home. Taking my left foot, propping it on the sectional without stopping my deep walling. Rolling my ass, while taking my free hand, reaching back, massaging his balls. Throwing my ass double time, while clinching my pussy muscles. I could feel his dick swelling.

  “Mmm humm. Cum,” I ordered, moving forward.

  He sped up, pounding my sweet pussy like it’s his last time.

  “Pull out, Ryco,” I moaned, leaning forward again.

  “Uhh, Uhh, Fucckkkk, Shittt,” he growled, holding on to my ass so tight, I know I’mma have a bruise.

  Moving forward again. He pulled me tighter, then,

  “Urrrggghhhh! Arrgghhhh! Fuuucckk!” He growled, sounding like a demented wolf.

  He stroked until his ass was empty, while holding me firmly to his ass. Pissed at feeling his warm nut coat my insides. Pushing with all my might,

  “Ahh, fuck!” He yelled, hitting the floor.

  I dislodged his ass from inside me. Marching my naked, livid ass, to my guest bathroom that’s located on this floor. Slamming the bathroom door while locking it, I forced myself to piss.

  “The fuck, Stallion?! The hell yo ass doing?” He yelled, from the other side of the door.

  “I’m pissing! Leave me the fuck alone! I told yo odd, strange looking ass, to pull the fuck out! Damn! Yo ass in the fuckin’ trappin’ business or something?” I seethed.

  I’m tempted to reach inside myself and pull out as much as his sperm as I can. If I douched, this would be the right damn time to do it. That shit fucks up your pH balance though. Finishing, I wiped, washed my hands, drying them, I opened the door. Only to come face to face with a pissed off, butt naked, tattooed chested man.

  “Move the fuck outta my way,” I sneered, with my titties bouncing.

  “Fuck no. Move me. You bad,” he barked, bracing his self.

  Pushing in his chest, his ass ain’t move. I should’ve known better, he grabbed my wrists, pulling me fully out the bathroom into his chest.

  “Stone let me go. Yo ass ain’t shit.
You lucky I’m naked,” I gritted, tryin’ to fight his hold.

  “Naww, yo ass got a fuckin’ attitude fa’ nothin’,” he started.

  “Fa’ nothin’? Niggah, I told yo ass I’m not on birth control. You nut in me anyway. The women in my family are fertile as fuck. My dad side too. The only reason I’m an only child is because my mother was born with only one fallopian tube and one ovary. Even with just having that, she was pregnant more than once. I’m the only one she carried to term. Yo ass on some bullshit,” I let his ass know.

  “Aiight, so yo ass end up pregnant. You don’t want my baby?” He questioned, pressing my body against the empty wall.

  Staring at his ass in disbelief. Like, is he really serious?

  “Answer me, Stallion. I’mma man bout mine. Yo ass think I forgot what you said, or that I didn’t hear yo ass. I did. I want yo ass a hunnid percent. Maybe if yo ass is knocked up, you’ll stop shakin’ it fa’ dollars. That shit stopping any fuckin’ way,” he barked, staring down into my eyes.

  “Fuck you, Stone. You judgmental bastard. I don’t shake my ass fa’ fuckin’ dollars. I-”

  ‘Kimmy’s calling, Kimmy calling,’

  “Let me loose. That’s my damn phone,” I barked.

  “Fuck that phone. Finish the lie yo ass was bout to tell,” he barked, tightening his grip on my wrist.

  ‘Kimmy callin’, Kimmy callin’

  “Stone, she wouldn’t call me this late if it wasn’t important,” I seethed, fighting against his hold.

  “She ain’t want shit,” he snapped.

  ‘Kimmy callin’, Kimmy callin,’’

  “Ooaawww! Fuck!” He howled out, as my knee connected to his dick.

  “Listen the next fuckin’ time,” I spat, leaving his ass bent over, holding his self.

  Moving to my phone on the charging pad.

  ‘Kimmy callin,’ ‘Kimmy callin’’

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Stallion, I mean, Preshus-”

  “Hol’ up, who this?” I spat.

  “Racks, I’m at the hospital wit Kimmy. She was attacked on the side of the road by some niggah. Fucker was attempting to rape her when I pulled up. His bitch ass somewhere fighting fa’ his life. We here at Augusta Medical, on the tenth floor, room 10036. She’s still unconscious. I snatched her phone out her car, along wit her bag. Come on,” he explained, all at once.