A Kingpin's Obsession: Ajoni's Story (13 page)

He starts to assault white hot places high inside of me that I had forgotten existed, and the stimulation of his pole stroking those places is mind-scrambling. Sometimes, a woman wants to be senseless, and not think about all the bad shit that has happened and is waiting to—this is the first definite benefit I have discovered about having King in my life.

I silently admit that I love it, pull his head down to connect our mouths again, and ball my fists in the collar of his shirt, literally holding on for dear life as he rockets in and out of me. The whole cabinet begins to slam into the wall. His thighs collide with the backs of mine at maximum impact. I barely feel the edge of the countertop cutting into the globes of my ass as pressure starts to build in my core, convincing me that this coldblooded quickie is going to be just as satisfying as the first time when we made love and Anjuwan.

Suddenly, King’s tongue stops tangling with mine. He stands up tall. One hand leaves my leg to push me gently back against the mirror. I let my hands slide from around his shoulder, wondering what is going to keep me tied to this earth when the pressure building in my core discharges.

His hands dig into the crook at the back of my knees and raise my legs higher on his waist, changing the angle of how he enters me without stopping his relentless pounding of my body. Now, he is driving down then up into me, punishing my g-spot with endless long and sure strokes. I begin to wonder how much more of this I can take as ripples of pleasure and pain spiral through me. As I rock my head from side to side against the mirror, trying to endure the hard lovemaking, a sleeping orgasm wakes from its coma within me and becomes a full-blown monster pressing at the center of me ruthlessly in a matter of seconds.

“Cum with me, Ajoni,” he demands hoarsely, his forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Too late,” I yell, falling over the edge as I speak.

Massive tidal waves start to break against my canal, bruising it every time they crash into my walls that fit him like a glove. I squeeze my muscles even tighter around his length and grab for a hold of the mirror senselessly—for some reason, I think this is going to stop the ripples thrashing at my body and him from moving in and out of me. I am not surprised when it does not help, and I start to feel like I am going to die from the pleasure spiraling through every nerve-ending. It will be a good death, but I want to live and be able to do this with King all over again.

Shit! I haven’t gotten Calen out of my system. I only allowed his rough side with sharp edges to enter it. So damn stupid, Ajoni.

I do not think that King is ever going to forgive me for keeping him from Anjuwan. At this point, I just need to lessen the heartache I will have when he walks away from me for the last time, so there are enough pieces left of my heart to deal with my daughter’s pain that will come if he decides to put me and her both in his rearview mirror.

“Fuck, King,” I shout, and try to scoot backwards away from him.

“Exactly, Ajoni,” he whispers coldly, giving my words an unintended double meaning before pulling me forward again to take his entire his length again.

I cannot take any more of it and the stimulation from his body without losing what is left of my mind, but my walls close around his rod anyway as if they cannot get enough. My hands reach out to push at his chest on their own. Just when I think some part of me has enough sense to stop the madness, they grab two fistfuls of his shirt instead, like they do not want him out of my reach. That works out for me though because I still need something to anchor my ass that is about to float away from this earth while he hammers my body like a battering ram.

My conflicted feelings make the climax ease off to a mild throbbing in my core, but it lasted too long and King has not stopped yet. My legs begin to shake. I drop my hands to the countertop and push backwards again, seeking relief. I find it, but only for as long as it takes King’s hands to drag me towards him again, then he stuffs me with every inch of his pole. His testicles slap the globes of my ass. I mewl like a kitten and clamp around him. He curses under his breath before hot spurts of his seed splash against my walls and fill my tunnel up quickly.

King slumps forward over me, reaches for the mirror with one hand, and braces his weight on it. I realize that we did not use a condom. I sag against the mirror with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.

“Dammit King, you came inside me.”

“You’re not on birth control, Ajoni?” he asks breathlessly.

“No, I didn’t need it because I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”

“Is that right?” His question comes out quietly, as if I have taken him by surprise. I hear the hint of disbelief in his tone, and it pisses me off. It takes all the energy I have to open just one eye so I can glare up at him angrily.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

He smiles smugly. “Nope. You were just as tight as you was when I took your virginity.”

“All work and no play will do that to a girl,” I reply dryly, and suggest to myself to find my bed play or rather bathroom play somewhere else after today.

King will wear my body down in no time with his massive penis and hard lays, and my dumb ass will just fall deeper in love with him, but I do not want him getting what he needs from anywhere else either.

“Nothing wrong with keeping the miles off of your body, Ajoni. I did too, and I don’t have any diseases if you’re wondering… oh, and I have the paperwork to prove it.”

“Well unless I can get a disease from dreaming about your ass for eight years, I don’t have any either,” I cite sarcastically.

His smile widens. I wonder if it was a good idea to let him know that he has been at the front, center, and back of my mind for the whole time that he was gone, or that I have not slept with anyone else.

“I have to go, Ajoni,” he says suddenly, then stands up without pulling his pole out of me.

I watch him grab for a hand towel off the folded thick stack sitting in the middle of the countertop between the sinks by my hip, missing his closeness already even though we are still connected. He reaches under me and turns the water on in the sink, then submerges the towel in the spray. I sit up, forcing him to lean to the side and wring the towel out with one hand.

He glances at me, then back down at the towel squashed in his huge fist. “You should take a shower while I go find some guns and black clothes for us, but you’re staying in the car.”

What?

“I’m not sitting in a car all night, King.”

“Yes you are.”

“No the hell
I’m not
,” I argue with my tone growing louder with each word.

What if he or Raw needs backup or gets hurt? I have no ill feelings towards Raw—he seems to be on my side when it comes to King, and is a much needed buffer between us.

King turns the water off before standing up to his full height again with his pants hanging drunkenly on his hips. “Yes you
are
, Ajoni. You could already be pregnant, and I’m not risking my child’s life or yours just to clap back at some motherfuckers about shooting at you.”

“I didn’t ask you to clap back at anybody for me, King, or need you to. But what if you or Raw get hurt or need help? And you’re getting ahead of yourself. I can promise you that I’m not pregnant at this moment, and I’ll take care of that when it happens.” How I will take care of it is another matter, but not one to be concerned with right now.

He narrows his eyes. I presume that I am crossing him again. I do not care, not when it comes to keeping him safe.

“You don’t have to ask, Ajoni, and
we’ll
take care of that if it happens, but I didn’t know you were a registered nurse like your mother. Graphic designing comes with CPR training now?” he jokes.

Hell, I did not think he knew how to joke, and roll my eyes. “No, graphic designing doesn’t come with any kind of medical training smartass.”

“That’s what I thought, so
your
ass stays in the car or I’ll hogtie it to the toilet with your clothes.”

“King—” I start.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” he cuts me off, then leans over me menacingly. “We’re not negotiating. It’s the car for you when we leave tonight, or the toilet until I get back.”

I simply stare at him—cannot do a damn thing with his brute strength if he decides to use it against me. If I keep testing him, that is probably exactly what will happen. I can always get out of the car when he is not looking though.

“Fine,” I snap, then snatch the towel from his hand before he can wash my juices off his penis—I do not want him to.

I plant both hands in his chest and push him back a step, then hop down to the floor in front of him before walking over to the Jacuzzi. I sit down on the edge of it and start a hot bath, contemplating if I should feel like one of King’s jump offs after relieving his dry spell, but I do not oddly, even though we have no relationship outside of Anjuwan.

At least, Lea didn’t get the privilege of King sticking her grimy ass, and he probably would’ve slept with her if I hadn’t shown up in Mecca when I did.

The thought of them being in the same area together for any reason makes me hot under the proverbial collar. Water turns on behind me at the sink again. I look back at King attempting to wet another towel.

“We’ll talk after I’ve done what I need to do tonight,” he utters before turning the water off and wiping off his shaft that is semi-erect and curving into his stomach. I start to feel phantom movements of it moving inside my walls that are filled with his semen. I have not gotten nearly enough of him yet, but he is already trying to leave me behind and that makes me angry.

“What the hell makes you think I want to talk to you?” I ask snidely, worried about the conversation to come.

I’m unsure of how it will go. Although I cannot live with King’s way of life, I am not positive that I can live without him again. He just completed the process of ruining me for other men that he started eight years ago, but Anjuwan and I may not survive his lifestyle. If he will not give it up for us, or at least for her, then I cannot have him in either of our lives, but it will kill me inside to make that decision.

He grins and buckles up his pants. “I don’t think you want to talk to me, Ajoni, and trust me when I say you don’t
want
to talk to King because King doesn’t talk, but Calen has no business on the streets of Mecca.”

I get a small measure of relief that at least Calen will be doing the talking when our next come to Jesus meeting occurs, and I can wait an eternity for the soft side of Calen Kingsley to come back to me.

“You do realize you’re talking about yourself in the third person, right?” I ask snippily.

“You make me feel like I have split personalities too.”

“You have enough different attitudes to be certified mentally unstable too.”

“Ajoni,” he calls my name as a warning with frown. I turn my head and look down at the water, knowing he does not want to talk to me right now, and grow even more concerned about if I will become pregnant. If we cannot hold a conversation, how in the hell are we going to raise a child together, let alone two?

“Go away, King. Come back when Calen is the front man for all of your personalities,” I order solemnly.

He snorts, then laughs. His humor is infectious, causing me to smile unwillingly. Suddenly, I am not mad with King anymore, and grumble under my breath, “I’m a fucking pushover for both King and Calen, and I didn’t come back to Mecca for this shit.”

King tosses the towel on the sink, buckles up his pants and belt, and walks out of the bathroom. I start to worry that I am getting my first taste of how life would be with him; I will have to wait until the talkative side of him is in attendance just to have a conversation. I did not come back to Mecca for that either, and it is obvious that he is still feeling some type of way about how and when he learned of Anjuwan’s existence.

I didn’t want to be his baby mama or anyone else’s at eighteen, when I was too naïve to consider that a baby would result from our first time together. Even after the way shit went down after we left the warehouse, I did not take the attending physician up on his offer to swallow a morning-after pill after helping Larkin take the Blue Kings down. I didn’t want to get rid of anything that had Calen attached to it, but I did not think God would let a pregnancy happen to me on top of everything else either. I’m not that naïve anymore, know a pregnancy is definitely in the cards, and God has absolutely nothing to do with the mistake that I just made with King for a second time.

Now, I’m stuck with having to keep history from repeating itself, and probably should get that morning-after pill this time.

It will be a hell of a lot easier on my conscience to prevent a pregnancy than aborting a baby, which seems like the best thing to do at this point. Having another child with King will just make things even more complicated between us. I do not need more complications as much as I would love to have more children for Anjuwan to have someone to ease her lonely days when I and Seeri have to work. But single-parenthood is difficult even on its good days. I would be a fool to set myself up for more responsibility that I will have to bear alone.

With my mind made up, I turn the water off, take my boots off, and ball the straightened strands of my hair on top of my head in a knot while hoping to keep the humidity from making it frizzy. I then ease my body that is already growing sore from King’s idea of a quickie into the Jacuzzi, and begin to convince myself that I need to go to the nearest pharmacy immediately.