Page 31 of All The Smoke

“What you waiting for then?” I grumbled, speeding up my strokes, hammering inside of her quickly, pulling that orgasm from her as she chanted my name over and over. “Shit,” I muttered, slowing down because I wasn’t quite ready for my release.

Flipping us over so I hovered over her, I placed both of her legs on my shoulders and slowly worked her middle. It didn’t take long before I felt her pussy tightening on me again, letting me know she was releasing yet again.

Looking down, eager to see the magic between us, I damn near released just from the sight of her creaming on my dick alone.

“Baby,” she whimpered, pulling my head toward hers, biting my lip gently then pushing her tongue inside my mouth.

As we kissed nastily, I slammed inside of her, delivering long, slow strokes.

Her body convulsed and she moaned sexily as I dove deeper and deeper into her wet ass pussy.

I hadn’t ever had pussy so good in my life.

Maybe because I really fucked with her or it could have been some more shit, I just knew it was fire as fuck and all mine.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned against her mouth. “Shit.”

“Cum with me, baby?” she panted, caressing the side of my face as she gazed into my eyes with her sexy ones. “Please.”

“Gotdamn,” I grunted, unable to handle her begging me to cum with her as I watched and felt her release. If her ass wasn’t already fucking pregnant, she most definitely would have been after that because I shot the club the fuck up.

After kissing her a few more minutes, I finally climbed off her and went into the ensuite bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean us up. I got myself together first then I went to do the same for her. I tossed both cloths into the basket before climbing back into bed with her.

“Babe, I left my food in your car earlier,” she said as she cuddled into me, her back to my front.

I moved her hair from her face and kissed her temple before chuckling and replying, “Yeah, I know, I took it in my crib and put the shit up.”

“Really? I want it so bad right now,” she whined. “You took all of my energy.”

“Yeah, I smoked before I came up here so a nigga got the munchies like a mothafucka for real. But I can’t lie baby, I’m not driving all the way across town to get our plates.”

She shoved me. “Smoke, I’m pregnant with your baby. You should be more than willing to go get me food.”

“I am, mama.” I laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I’m just not going to my crib. We can get on Munchies and order Redmond’s or some more shit, love, I just don’t feel like driving.”

“Okay, get your phone. Mine is all the way over there.” She pointed to her dresser.

Shit wasn’t far at all, but I figured she wanted to be nosy so I turned to grab mine from my bag next to her bed then gave it to her.

“Zero, one, two, six,” I said once she got my shit in her hands.

“Whose birthday?”

“Solo shit.”

She looked my way briefly and smiled. “Noted. Don’t try to change it later either because I’m going to remember it.”

“Aight.” I laughed. “Don’t shit be in my phone but business, Kaori.”

“Okay, I still will look sometimes.” She shrugged. “You can’t fuck me that good and think I’m not gon’ be a little crazy.”

Laughing, I repeated, “A little?”

“Your fault. Is Phat Fish okay? I want their tartar sauce.”

“That’s straight but get me a shrimp plate with all fries and two pieces of toast.”

“Their toast is so good,” she groaned, tapping around on the screen. “I think it’s the honey butter they use. I’m going to get me a piece too.”

“Just get a basket of toast then because it comes with four pieces,” I said. “But ain’t you getting a sandwich? You don’t need toast.”

“I’m going to eat some of your shrimp too.”

“Damn, big mama.”

“I can’t stay full,” she whined. “Plus, I need the energy because I hope we’re not done for the night.”

She smiled and straddled me, tossing my phone next to me and my hands instantly caressed her soft thighs as I smirked up at her.

“Not by a long shot, baby.”

We fooled around as we waited on the food, meaning I ate her good ass pussy as an appetizer until it finally arrived. We ended up eating and talking a little, then, as soon as she was done, she was on a nigga’s body until she tapped out a few hours later.

“Bruh, you shot out,” Scoot said and laughed as he rode passenger with me to my destination.

Kaori was still at my crib knocked the fuck out because she had come to spend the night with me for the past couple of nights, but I was up with the chickens on a mothafuckin’ mission.

I hadn’t forgot that nigga pushed up on my bitch, putting hands on her and shit.

I for sure wasn’t letting the shit slide.

Scoot had to hunt the nigga’s whereabouts down for me because he moved around so much with different hoes.

I ain’t see how he did the shit. Shit was a task handling my business and keeping up with one chick, let alone multiple.

Kaori and I had plans to go to her grandmother’s for dinner later so I could meet her and formally meet her mother. Then tomorrow I would ride with her to meet her pops. She was nervous as shit about it, but I was cool. I kept telling her ass that shit, but she was still antsy as fuck.

“He over here with his right hand man and cousins.”

Frowning and glancing his way, I asked, “I’m supposed to be shook or some shit?”

“Naw.” He grinned. “Just don’t go out there and get ya ass kicked.”

“Fuck out of here, nigga.” I laughed, turning on the street.

“I’m just saying, bro. Don’t get out here and embarrass me.”

“Shut yo’ ass up, Elijah.”

“Oh hell naw.” He chortled as I parked. “Chill with the fucking government shit.”

I didn’t even bother to respond to him. We were at the crib Kaori’s ex was at and a nigga was on one.

Reaching under my seat, I grabbed my pistol and tucked it in my back before climbing out of my car.

The nigga I was looking for was already stood in the driveway on the phone so that was perfect for me.

As I made my way into the yard, I heard mothafuckas asking was that me and the ones that were sure spoke but I said nothing because I wasn’t there for that shit. The nigga looked all confused and I heard him end the call as I neared, then pocketed his phone.

“Smoke?”

“You touched my girl at the mall the other day?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

His brows furrowed. “You girl?”

“You heard me nigga,” I spat. “Kaori. You grabbed her the other day, right?”

“KK?” he asked incredulously. “Naw, I was just asking her something,” he lied.

“You heard of me, ain’t it bro?” I quizzed. “Like you might not personally know me but ya pussy ass cousins do, right?” I pointed behind him toward the two niggas that hadn’t moved an inch from the porch they were sitting on.

I served both of them and had beat both of their asses when we were in grade school, so they knew how I gave it up. The nigga in front me of couldn’t have been from here because if he was, he would know I’m at the top of the list of niggas not to fucking play with.

“I mean, yeah, but…”

“Naw,” I cut him off. “Ain’t no fuckin’ buts, my nigga. Don’t ever play with me nigga, and don’t play with my girl no more. I don’t play games, bro, deadass.”

“Bro, I was just?—”

I cut him off as I walked closer to him.

“Naw, don’t play with my girl period, at all my nigga, I don’t play like that.

I don’t rock like that. I thump behind…” Unable to control it, I hit him in his shit.

“I get active behind mine, what’s up?” I tossed my guard up. “What you trying to do? What’s up?”

“Man, I wasn’t?—”

“Nigga, what’s up? Do something!”

Like the hoe ass nigga he was, he threw his arms up to block the hits he thought were coming, but I retreated. I had no desire to beat a nigga that clearly wasn’t gon’ fight back.

“Smoke, I swear, man…”

“I don’t want to talk, nigga,” I barked, heading back to my car fuming. “I don’t want to hear none of that shit. Don’t play with my fuckin’ girl period, my nigga. Beat the fuck out ya lil scary ass.”

“You act like I knew she was yo’ girl.”

“Now you know, nigga, and know I clutch ’bout mine,” I spat. “Don’t fuck around and find out how I got my mothafuckin’ name.”

I didn’t know if I was more pissed that he had actually pushed up on Kaori, questioning her and shit, grabbing her, or because he was a bitch. It had been a while since I beat a nigga’s ass because most niggas knew I wasn’t the nigga to play with, so I thought today was my lucky day.

Hoe ass nigga.

“Man you and Bino fucking whipped, fam,” Scoot teased. “I recorded that shit just now.”

I glanced his way and shook my head. “You childish as fuck, bruh.”

“I might post it on Cliqued. Get that lil bread from the views and interactions and shit.”

“No, nigga, Solo be on that shit.”

“Shit, son son need to see his pops put in work.”

“Naw, he don’t, mothafucka. And since when you be fucking calling him son son? Any other time it’s neph this and neph that.”

“Definitely my nephew. I’m just trying to keep up with all these kids’ lingo and shit.”

“Grow up, Elijah.”

“Man you been around sis too fucking much, my nigga.” He frowned. “Quit calling me Elijah.”

“Then quit acting like a hoe.”

“Anyways, what y’all eating at Ms. Gladis’s crib today? A nigga is starving.”

“You not going, Scoot.” I shook my head and accepted the blunt he passed my way. “I’m meeting her people. I don’t need y’all niggas getting on my nerves and shit.”

“Bruh, KK’s grandma is like me and Bino’s grandma too. She loves us like we her own.”

“And?”

“And I know if I call her then we can come.”

“But you not gon’ call.” I chuckled. “Damn bruh, can I get in with her people without y’all two?”

“Aw, I get it.” He smiled. “You worried all the attention gon’ be on us?”

“Be for real, bro.” I laughed. “I just need to be on my best behavior and when y’all two idiots around that shit is impossible.”