Loving Angel (7 page)

“
This is my pussy now,” I growled in her ear. “If you give my shit to another nigga I’m gonna fuck you up. Say it’s my pussy” I pulled out and then thrust all the way back in.

“
This is your pussy daddy,” she moaned.

“
Louder.”

“
This is your pussy daddy!” she screamed.

“
You better remember that on your life,” I told her.

I started doing some slow
deep thrusts, but by the time I reached the sixth stroke the pussy felt so damn good I was exploding inside her. I didn’t stop working that shit after I came, after all I didn’t want shorty to think I was a minute man. So I made her wrap her legs around my waist and starting beating that shit up. We were both moaning and groaning as I pounded in and out of her. I knew she probably wasn’t going to come being that it was her first time and there was probably more pain than pleasure, so when I felt my balls tightening because my second nut was coming I buried myself deep inside her and exploded again.

I rolled off her and lay on my back breathing hard.
“Damn girl that shit was good.” When she didn’t respond, I propped myself up using my elbows and looked down at her. She was so damn beautiful looking all sexy and disheveled. “What’s wrong Sexy?”

“
You didn’t use a condom,” she complained. I could see the worry in her eyes.

“
Come here,” I said, pulling her into my side and wrapping my arms around her. She laid her head on my chest and I kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sure I ain’t got anything because you’re the first person I went raw with. You know I never had a girl before.”

“
But what if I become pregnant?” she asked in a small voice.

“
I got you ma,” I assured her. “Now stop worrying. A nigga can feel his dick getting hard again. You got some really good shit; my pussy feeling sore from the beating I put on it?” I slapped her on her fat ass.

“
A little bit,” she replied smiling.

“
I’m gonna give you a little break for a nap and then I’m gonna hit it from the back.”

I
gave her nothing but my ten inch dick throughout the entire day. Every position I could think of I bent shorty in. She was a quick learner and soon she was matching me thrust for thrust and bouncing up and down the cock. The pussy was so good that I decided I would keep shorty around for a minute until I got bored with her shit.

CHAPTER NINE

ANGEL

I was in a real good mood until I stepped through the door of my apartment and heard the raised voices of Mina and Boss arguing coming from her bedroom. I hadn’t been home in a week, since my birthday I’d been kicking it with Tyga and we’d been going at it like rabbits, but it was just my luck to arrive home in the middle of world war three.

“
Get the fuck outa my house!” Mina shouted. “You’re a nasty ass nigga.”

“
I’m not leaving until you calm the fuck down and listen to me,” Boss replied in an even tone.

“
Listen to your lying, disgusting, cheating ass? Hell nah nigga. I don’t want to hear shit that comes out your mouth. Just get the fuck outa my face and go be with one of your bitches!”

“
I’ll slap the taste out of your mouth if you keep disrespecting me,” he growled.

“
I’d like to see you try that shit little boy,” she taunted, and then there was a series of loud crashes.

That was my cue to make a speedy
progress to ground zero. I flew through the door to a scene of my mother hurling things from her dresser at Boss and him trying to dodge them. If the situation wasn’t so dire I would have laughed my ass off. He ducked her final missile and charged her taking them both down to the floor in a heap of flailing limbs. She was trying to punch him and he was trying to subdue her.

“
Get the fuck off me you asshole!” she shouted when he finally captured both her arms above her head and used his body to pin her down. “You ain’t nothing but a little boy just like your daddy said you were and I ain’t fucking with you anymore.”

That statement must have pissed h
im off, because suddenly he delivered a bitch slap to Mina’s face.

“
Mother fucker get the fuck off my mother!” I shouted angrily, announcing my presence to the combatants.

“
Bitch you better stay out of this!” Boss replied, his hand rearing back to deliver another slap.

I was across the room and on him in a split second
. Homeboy wasn’t going to beat my mother while I stood around and watched. I came at him swinging and delivered two good punches to his face before he jumped off Mina and gave me a slap to the face that had my head rocking back. That shit hurt like hell, but it wasn’t going to stop me. I was trying to get some more hits in, when he grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to throw me on the bed. When I bounced back up I saw Mina trying to hit him with her baseball bat. She got some really good swings in before he ripped the bat from her hand and threw it across the room.

“
A’ight bitches, have it your way. I’m leaving because I don’t want to have to fuck the two of you up in here today!” he barked with a pissed off look on his face because he saw that we were about to double team him.

“
Take any shit you left here with you or I’m gonna burn it,” Mina warned.

“
Do whatever you want, I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, storming out the door.

“
Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you,” I yelled at his retreating form. His only reply was the slamming of the front door.

“
What happened?” I asked Mina, rubbing the sting out of my cheek. It was feeling a little sore. I would have to ice it so it wouldn’t swell.

“
He’s a fucking liar, that’s what happened,” Mina ranted as she went about setting her room to rights. “Last night he and I were at the club and I went to the bar to get us some drinks; when I returned a chick was all up in his face and the two of them were arguing. She wanted to know why he was up in the club with me when he had a pregnant baby mama sitting at home. So I stepped to home girl because I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. She told me he’s her sister’s man and that they’ve been together for three years; three fucking years and now she’s pregnant with his baby.”

I didn
’t let her know I’d learnt that shit from Nancy last week because she would be pissed that I didn’t report it back to her immediately. I had every intention of letting her know, but this was the first time I’d seen her since my birthday and I didn’t want to tell her then and ruin the night or call or text her on the phone with that type of news. I was thinking a face to face talk was the way to go about it. I guess someone else beat me to the punch.

“
What did Boss say when home girl was telling you all that?” I inquired.

“
He was telling her to mind her own business and trying to get me to leave with him. He caused such a commotion security had to kick his drunken ass out the club. Earlier he showed up talking bout he wants to explain. I was really interested in hearing how he was gonna lie his way out of this one because nigga really got me fucked up. Yeah, she’s pregnant, yeah it’s his baby, but no they haven’t been together since he and I been kicking it. How many months pregnant is this chick? Nine months, how convenient, since we’ve been together for eight. If he didn’t have shit to hide I wouldn’t be learning this from somebody else.”

I couldn
’t agree with her more. Why hide the past unless you know it’s gonna affect the present. Lying ass nigga was still fucking that chick. I just knew one day all his little secrets were gonna come rolling out the closet. It was more than well worth it, getting bitch slapped to get rid of his nasty ass.

“
I’m so tired of men and their shit,” Mina confessed on a weary sigh, sounding choked up, like she was fighting back tears. I wrapped my arms around her and the dam broke. Her body was wracked with sobs as she cried into my T-shirt. This situation wasn’t anything new for us. We’d been here before. She would find some nigga and fall madly in love and swear that he was the one, he would eventually break her heart and then I would pick up the pieces. Only to have her bounce back and find another nigga to start the whole process over again. This little dance of ours had become a routine for us many years ago and I wondered when one of us would tire of it.

CHAPTER TEN

TYGA

I pulled up to my childhood home in Montville, New Jersey and navigated my Phantom in the parking space beside my brother
’s car. I was running late and I had Angel to thank for that. Little shorty was putting it down on a brother so good he forgot he had business to take care of. We’d been fucking nonstop for three weeks. We were at it four to six times per day. I hadn’t fucked this much since I was a little shorty getting his first rocks off. Just the thought of her fat wet pussy had my dick hard and twitching.

I jumped from
my car and headed for the door, but before I got it opened my younger brother Chance came out, looking as if he was in a hurry.

“
What’s the rush kid?” I asked bumping his fist and giving him a one arm hug.

“
I got a bunch of bitches in heat waiting on me,” he replied with a laugh.

It w
as crazy how much he had changed. Last year before I went to the pen the kid was a foot shorter, face covered in pimples and was wearing braces. Now the nigga looked like a younger version of me.

“
You’re a player now little pot’nah?” I teased.

“
From birth, you know that’s how we roll in this family.” We both cracked up because that was so true. “Heard you got a bad bitch you’ve been kicking it with?”

“
Word,” I admitted. I knew he was talking about Angel. “Who did you hear that shit from?”

“
Boss was telling Axel and I overheard,” Chance explained. Axel was this real grimy little nigga my twin hung with. The two of them were always up to some underhanded shit. “He was saying she was his bitch and you stole her.”

“
I think that nigga must be dreaming,” I chuckled. “I’d like to know how does fucking her mom make her his.” I knew Boss had an interest in Angel the moment I met her. That dude was always watching her like he was undressing her. But I didn’t care. Fuck him, he was fucking both her mom and her cousin but wanted to fuck her too. I was always on some grimy shit with bitches, I did them dirty all the time, but even I wouldn’t go that far. Now he’s mad because I got her and he didn’t. That nigga needed to stop acting like a bitch.

“
That’s how it is?” my baby bro laughed.

“
He’s just hating. Since I got home he’s been moving real shady towards me.”

“
He was dad’s go to guy while you were away and had to relinquish the title when you got back,” Chance told me.

“
He’s acting like I’m trying to step on his toes or something.”

Chance
’s phone rang. It was shorty he was meeting up. I guess she was getting impatient on his ass. We said our goodbyes because we were both running late and I made my way in the house and downstairs to the basement. When I was a kid my father transformed it into his own personal den. It consisted of a comfortable leather sofa set, a sixty inch plasma television, a mini bar that was always stocked, a six piece table set that he used for poker nights and a pool table. I remember as a kid I wasn’t allowed down there. My father’s number one rule was no women and children allowed. It was his place for watching games with his friends and conducting meetings with his lieutenants.

My father is
an ebony skinned, salt and pepper bearded old timer with a shaved head. When he was younger he looked like a linebacker because he was so tall and muscular. At fifty-two he was still in tip top shape because he worked out three days per week. He thought my brother’s and me that women were ladies and not our bitches, and we should treat them as such, but we weren’t trying to hear that shit. He never remarried after my mother’s death, sometimes I think he still ain’t over it.