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Chapter Seven

CHROME

K osha was pressure and she knew it.

Baby had a boss bitch demeanor and not because she had her own shit.

K Blades been under her belt for some years now.

I did my homework on shawty and seen money wasn’t a problem for her.

I knew from the moment I saw her pretty ass she was gon’ have me out here on some wild shit.

She was too fine not to claim.

Like now, she sat in a nigga lap as both of our crews mixed and had a fuckin’ ball in The Hive.

The bottles were flowing like they were limitless, and everybody was vibing out.

A nigga was still high off that win from the other night, so I felt the need to celebrate twice.

This wasn’t shit but the sequel to beating a nigga ass on the gravel.

“Where you from Fade?” I knew but I wasn’t trying to let her know a nigga scoped her already.

“Atlanta. Me and my daughter just moved here a few weeks back. She’s a senior at Eastlake High.”

“That’s what’s up. A senior citizen with a senior,” I jested.

She turned around and hit me in my chest.

“I am not that old. Do I look that old to you?” she inquired with tears in her eyes.

I forgot how sensitive age was for women.

“I’m just joking, baby. Relax. What you is? Like, thirty or something?” I knew how to make a woman feel good.

I had a mother that taught me the rights and wrongs.

Her frown turned upside down and I was granted a cute lil’ smile from her sexy ass.

She was adorable when she was drunk.

“I’m thirty-seven. I guess I’m closer to that senior citizenship than I realized.”

“Nah., you wearing the hell out that shit. Stunting on them young ass hoes like that. You doing yo’ shit, Ma,” I threw praises her way because she really did outshine them bitches.

Fade looked damned good for her age with not a crack or blemish in sight.

“Thank you, Chrome,” she blushed.

“You got that. What made you move to the Lake?”

“A fresh divorced start and my brothers recommended it. They live in Graceland Heights.”

“Divorced? You must’ve married a stupid muthafucka. Only a fool would let yo’ fine ass go. What? He wasn’t hitting that shit right?” I inquired knowing I was ‘bout to beat her shit down when I got her alone.

“He started another family. I don’t play them type of games. If you with me, be with me. If you gon’ do you, let me cut the strings for you and get the fuck on. I know my worth and I refuse to be anything less than valued.”

She was popping her shit, and she had every right to be. Fade had her shit together and that was more than a lot of grown women could say. Stability in all areas of your life showed just how grown you really were. We all knew life threw you nothing but curve balls, but it was the faith in OG that kept you highly favored. You could tell she was thankful for everything given to her.

I knew what it took to create a foundation you could proudly stand on ‘cause the crew wasn’t just a hobby.

I had bills to pay, kids that weren’t even mine to think about, and old heads to keep comfortable.

Niggas would never understand what it took to be a leader.

It was more than just flexing your crown and showing where the authority lay.

“Ain’t that something. I was looking to start a family and look what was placed in my lap.”

“And what’s that, Chrome?” she asked taking another shot.

She poured me up one as well and handed it over.

I was tipsy as fuck, too, but I seemed to be holding mine a lil’ better than her.

I didn’t bother answering until we both tapped glasses and threw back the liquid courage that kept us interested in one another.

I mean, I wanted her from the time I laid eyes on her tonight but now I was more intrigued to see how well she meshed with a nigga.

“A woman that’s worth letting loose in. You ready to get up out of here or what?”

“Chrome! I thought that was you!” My lil’ sister Harli yelled out to me, and I could feel Fade tensing up on my lap.

She didn’t like that another woman called me.

I couldn’t lie.

I liked that she was territorial.

“Mama, this my lil’ cousin, Harli, but we go by siblings. She’s my mama’s only niece and we grew up together. She ain’t supposed to be here ‘cause her lil’ ass underaged as fuck,” I briefed Fade before Harli closed the gap between us.

“Why you here, Harli?” I questioned, wondering who fake ass ID she used to get in here.

“My homegirl wanted me to show her the latest spots since she’ll be turning eighteen soon. Mark the one that let us in the door so be mad at him. He said y’all was here and I been looking for you. I should’ve known you was in VIP. Hey, Ms. Jordan.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you, baby?” Fade asked with a confused look.

Harli was green as hell and easily influenced.

All she wanted was for her friends to feel welcomed no matter where they came from or who they were related to.

She also had a tendency to be taken advantage of.

They realized who she was close to and wiggled their way into the crew.

They were never really her friend.

“I’m Mela?—”

“Harli, why’d you leave m… Mama? W-What you doing here?” The fast tailed chick Harli introduced me to the other night was by her side.

I knew she looked familiar.

She had Fade’s entire face.

I mean, baby girl looked like she could be Fade’s twin.

“I know good and goddamn well that’s not my daughter standing in a club at the age of seventeen. Onyx, please tell me that ain’t yo’ goddaughter in my brand new Burberry dress in a club that she ain’t supposed to be in!” Fade shouted over the music.

“So much for having a friend over. Why you in this fuckin’ club lil’ girl?” Onyx spoke up catching Zinc’s attention more than anybody else’s.

He loved that feisty shit in a woman, and I could tell he just been wondering if shawty could pop shit like him.

“Auntie Onyx, I was, I was just?—”

“You better beat me and yo’ mama home. That’s all I got to say or else I’m beating yo’ fuckin’ ass like a bitch that stole something. I’m tired of you disrespecting my friend just to be in some random ass nigga’s face. This shit ends today. Hot ass. Go home!”

“You yelling at me but she sitting on a nigga dick that’s half her age. Yell at her, too!” Mel snapped.

Fade tried her hardest to get to lil’ mama, but my arm wrapped around her waist kept her put.

I knew how teenage girls acted because I dealt with the same shit with Silver and her mama.

She wanted to be in the crew, but her mama thought she was too young and needed to keep her head in the books.

We ended up making a deal and Silver graduated top of her class earning her a place as a prospect.

This lil’ girl though, she was blinded by niggas and that was gon’ fuck her up in the end.

You could tell she was embarrassed and wanted to get back at her mama but the difference between them was Fade was grown.

If she wanted to ride dick half her age, both parties were old enough to do so.

Her lil’ ass needed to learn some fuckin’ respect.

“Aye, watch how you talk to my woman. This yo’ fuckin’ mama and you only get one of those. Get right, Mel,” I voiced, and her demeanor lightened up.

I understood the crush she had on me but disrespecting her mama in front of me was a fuckin’ no go.

I loved the hell out of Neon and one thing I didn’t tolerate was another muthafucka thinking they could talk to her crazy.

Fuck around and get yo’ ass popped.

“She’s like forty, Chrome. Why are you defending her?” Melanie asked with tears in her eyes.

I took a mental note how her and Fade were sensitive as hell.

“’Cause regardless of how the fuck you talk to her when y’all alone, as long as she with me you gon’ respect her. Harli, take yo’ lil’ friend the hell up out of here. Y’all done pissed me the fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Jordan. I didn’t know. Mel said you were okay with this. I guess I’ll check with you from now on. Come on Mel, let’s get you home.” Harli had some respect for any and all adults.

She knew I wasn’t going for nothing less than.

The section remained quiet until the girls left.

Once they were out of sight, the side chatter started.

Fade tapped my wrist lightly for me to turn her loose, but I refused to do so.

She was embarrassed as well.

To have yo’ child stroll up in the same club as you and talk to you like you wasn’t the one that gave them life was enough to send a person over the edge.

“Aye Zinc, make sure Onyx get home safe. We ‘bout to head out.”

“That’s a bet. She straight?” he inquired. He was overprotective to any woman I considered mine and looked out like a brother would.

“Hell yeah. I’ll hit you later. Ladies, it was nice meeting y’all. Get up with somebody from the crew and they’ll make sure y’all make it home safely,” I chimed before walking off hand in hand with Fade.

I didn’t know what was going through her head, but I knew she was ready to get the hell away from that awkward ass shit. I didn’t stop moving until I was opening the door to my car. Tonight, wasn’t a bike kind of night. I knew I was coming to get fucked up.

Fade hopped in the front seat without saying a word. She was probably hurt and pissed all at the same time. I could only imagine giving my mama the lip Mel did her. I promise my ass would’ve been dangling from the railing fuckin’ with Neon’s crazy ass. However, I knew not all mother’s operated in a violent matter.

I finally joined her in the front and pulled off. I lit the pre-rolled blunt, took a few pulls, and stretched it in her direction. She took it from me and inhaled deeply without coughing afterward letting me know she got down with the green. I smirked and kept pushing to the Cole Towers. It was one of the few luxurious hotels we had in the Lake. I figured we could chill and if she wanted to get some shit off her chest, I was all ears.

“It’s a bottle in the glove compartment, too, if you want to keep sipping.

”

She opened it up as soon as I said it and popped the cork.

She sipped and smoked without saying a word.

She needed a minute to herself, and I wasn’t gon’ interrupt it.

Sort yo’ shit out as long as you need to.

I wasn’t a rushing ass nigga.

She walked out with me and that was good enough.

She wasn’t no young ass bitch you could convince to let what happened go.

She was a mother at the end of the day, and you could tell she cared a lot about her child.

She was probably second guessing her parenting.

Who the fuck knew but I was gon’ make sure she was straight and felt like the woman she was by the time she left me.

By the time we made it to Cole Towers, it was already a lil’ past midnight.

I didn’t know what her plans were for the next day, but I knew what they were tonight.

Fade finally passed the blunt as she looked around.

“This isn’t my place of residence, Chrome.”

“I’m aware. You ain’t never give me the lo so I had to do something. You need a minute before you go to the crib and possibly kill that lil’ girl anyway. Come up and cool off. When you ready to go, we will. You straight on that?”

She sat quietly deep in thought before she said, “Fuck it. Tonight, ain’t shit but a joke anyway.”

She hopped out and sashayed across the parking lot with me right on her heels.

I knew now was a bad time to admire her but damn.

Fade was stacked and everything on her moved like water.

I mean, she had me questioning whether or not I was ready for her or not.

It wasn’t an ounce of insecurity that dripped from her personality.

She had it .

Entering the hotel, I grabbed her by the hand and approached the desk.

For a nigga that didn’t like all that physical shit, I found myself wanting to feel her even if it was through a simple connection like holding hands.

She was soft as fuck and that was driving me crazy.

“Welcome to Cole Towers, how can I help you?”

“I need a room for one nights stay.”

The receptionist went to pecking on her keyboard and looked up with a smile.

“I’ll need your driver’s license and a card to put on file.” I handed over both requested items without letting Fade go.

Moments later, “Okay, Mr. Black, you’re in room 469. Here are your belongings and room keys.”

I grabbed what she extended and pocketed them.

We hit the elevator to the right of us and rode to our designated floor.

It took us a minute to find the room but eventually we did with her heading straight for the showers once in it.

I tossed my shit on the nightstand and stripped down to join her.

Once I stepped into the shower with her, she immediately turned around and hugged me as she cried silent tears.

I couldn’t do shit but allow her to take comfort in me.

Women didn’t show their vulnerability to just anyone.

I felt honored that she was willing to let go like this in front of me.

“Take that shit on the chin and get right,” I advised.

“That shit is embarrassing, Chrome.”

“Chrasmere. Chrome is for them muthafuckas that ain’t never been this close to a nigga.”

“You have a nice name,” she whispered.

“‘Preciate it. Back to what you was saying though. How she act, ain’t on you. She ‘bout to be eighteen and I can bet she done told you she was grown more than once already. That’s teenage shit but that’s jealousy of the kids she thinks got freedom. Sheltered kids always feel like they missing out on something when these streets ain’t nothing nice.”

“All I wanted her to do was graduate and go to college. I don’t ask her to do shit other than that. I swear I don’t know what I did wrong to make her act like that.”

“Aye, look at me.” With a finger under her chin, I lifted her face to mine.

Fade was too damn pretty to be crying over a child who was gon’ test her harder than she did tonight.

I hated she was going through it though.

“This ain’t yo’ fault. Don’t change how you parent ‘cause it’s gon’ be appreciated in the end.”

Releasing a deep breath, she nodded subtly and turned around.

With her back pressed into my chest, we stood there with a silence forming around us.

I didn’t know what was going through her head, but I wanted her to feel heard.

Kids were gon’ do what they wanted when they wanted.

Neon told me once I hit eighteen that her days of being my scapegoat was over.

I didn’t understand what she meant until I went to jail for crashing out at the mall.

I was no longer a minor and had to deal with shit on my own.

Mel was about to enter that same stage and if she didn’t change her ways, she’d end up somewhere she didn’t have no business.

“Thank you…”

“I got you,” I said kissing her cheek.

The warm water coated both of our bodies as we lathered up some rags.

We took our time cleaning one another before we hopped out.

I was still mellowed as fuck, so I knew she was, too.

That shit I had rolled was none other than some sativa called Blue Dream.

It put me on my ass several times.

Once we were done, we dried off and laid down not bothering to cover up.

Fade was taking to me like she accepted me as her nigga.

It lowkey made the kid feel good.

The fight I expected from her never came.

She was going with the flow which was a lot better than calling the police on a nigga while I was in the middle of handling business.

With her head on my chest, she cuddled next to me, and I wrapped my arms around her flesh.

She fit a nigga.

I wasn’t shit but twenty-four, but she fit me to the T.

Everything I wanted in a woman, she was showing.

She showed class in the way she spoke, dressed, and handled that situation at the club.

She damn sure wasn’t on no bullshit when it came to being a boss.

She had her shit together and even with her daughter being hot in the ass, she was still a mother that cared.

A hustla, caring, loving, classy, and pretty as fuck.

She reminded me of my mama.

She checked box after box without realizing it.

“You straight?” I questioned.

“I will be. Why we up here, Chrome? You could’ve asked for my address and easily took me home.”

“I said I needed a night, you giving me that.”

Tuh !

“I should’ve known,” she said kissing the back of her teeth.

She threw her leg to the other side of my body and straddled my lap.

Her pussy was hot and wet as she slid it along my shaft.

Her breast had a lil’ sag to them but nowhere near a nigga being disgusted by them.

She was an older woman, and I appreciated the journey that got her here.

Her hips spread and I could see how good that ass looked through the mirror.

“This was your reason of bringing me up here, right? To fuck?”

“I told you I was bringing you up here to cool off and whenever you was ready to dip we would. I didn’t ask you to set that pussy in my lap not once. Just ‘cause I asked for a night didn’t mean I wanted to dig in yo’ shit. If you want that, ask for it, but don’t assume.”

All she could do was stare at me.

I was a nigga that loved pussy, hell if I was being honest, it was taking everything in me not to flip her sexy ass over and do her in right now.

However, my mama raised a fuckin’ gentleman.

I wasn’t gon’ do shit while she was vulnerable as fuck.

The ball was in her court so whatever she did from this moment forward was on her.

“You’re nothing like what I met in the alley.”

“What you saw in the alley was me putting a cracker in his place. I protect what’s mine and my crew, I’ll die behind them. I can protect you, too, if you let me.”

“I don’t need protection. I don’t have anything anybody wants.”

“You do, you just don’t know it yet. Don’t let me being young fool you baby. I can make your life in Eastlake smooth as fuck… or hard.”

“Hard?”

Sitting up, I snaked my arms around her waist and kissed on her chest.

Why the fuck are you so soft?

Touching her was becoming a favorite pastime.

Her subtle grinds felt damn good to a nigga, too.

I could sense her comfortability the longer she straddled me.

I continued to gently peck her canvas while I rattled off my response.

“You think you ‘bout to live in my city and another nigga claim you? You really think now that you sitting in my lap, ass naked, I’m ‘bout to settle for anything less than you wearing my name? I will kill that nigga, and the next, and be at yo’ front door every fuckin’ day until you realize you was made for me. Accept me by choice before it gets to a point of obligation, Mama.”

My hands massaged her back while my pole grew underneath her.

I had self-control and not letting my dick show his excitement took skill.

I very much wanted to beat her cervix in but without her permission, I wouldn’t budge.

“You’re too young for me, Chrome.”

“That ain’t what I told you to call me.”

“Chrasmere… gasp! ” I cut off whatever the fuck she wanted to say the second I slipped her nipple in my mouth.

All she could do was breathe heavily and run her fingers through a nigga locs.

“What’s up, baby? What you need from me?” I questioned picking up on the pheromones her body was releasing.

I knew exactly what she needed but I needed her to voice that shit for both our sakes.

“This is wrong,” she whispered still grinding in a nigga lap.

“Get the fuck off a nigga then,” I said, stopping completely and laying back.

I could see the contemplation clear as day.

She wanted to ride this dick just as bad as I wanted her to.

But like I said, the ball was in her court.

“I-I… can’t.”

“Sure you can. My dick ain’t planted in that wet shit so what the fuck got you so stuck? Don’t tell me curiosity got the best of you.” At this point, I was taunting her ass.

I knew what was coming she just needed to accept that shit and cum for a nigga.

It could all be so simple.

“You’re a fuckin’ baby.”

“Rob the fuckin’ cradle or get the fuck off me, Fade.” She always had a choice when it came to giving her body away.

She didn’t have a choice to be with a nigga though.

That was set in stone.

Leaning down, her lips met mine and for the first time, we shared a kiss.

Her body was every bit of cotton soft, so I expected nothing less from them luscious ass lips of hers.

Her tongue slipped in a nigga mouth, and I’d be damned if them muthafuckas didn’t get to dancing.

With my hands palming her ass, I gripped her shit causing her to moan in my mouth.

She reached underneath and put my shit directly at her opening.

“Don’t play with it, Fade. Sit the fuck down and ride that shit,” I demanded.

She heard a nigga loud and clear and did what I asked without any pushback.

My dick was eased into her canal and a nigga had a moment.

I couldn’t lie.

It ain’t make no sense how good she felt.

That shit was wetter than water and it damn sure had a grip on that bitch.

Fade had to know she fucked up putting that shit on a nigga.

She definitely ain’t have a choice being mine now.

“ Mmmm !” she moaned while kissing on a nigga neck.

That sativa was running through both our veins, so I knew the enhancement it had on making this shit feel like pure ecstasy.

“Young or not, that pussy dripping for a nigga.”

“You’re not supposed to feel this fuckin’ good.”

“Fuckin’ on yo’ nigga gon’ always feel good, baby. Ride this shit as long as you want and have fun doing it. It ain’t going nowhere, Mama.”

Sitting up, she planted her feet on the side of me and pressed into my chest for stability.

Baby started riding my wood while she maintained eye contact.

Whatever she wanted she could have at this point.

All it took was for me to slip inside her shit once to activate my crazy.

I went from being a nigga with morals to an easy hoe for her.

I wanted Fade bad and now she was putting that shit on a nigga.

Yeah, call the police boo ‘cause I promise I’m cutting a fool from this day forward.

Reaching up, my hand cuffed her cheek, and she slightly turned her head, so my thumb sat on her lips.

Seconds later, she was putting her mouth to use sucking on my shit.

She put thoughts in yo’ boy head quick.

Like how her lips felt wrapped around my shaft or how that tongue slid up and down that muthafucka.

Shit, did she swallow?

She had my head gone out this bitch!

With my free hand, I rubbed on the clit causing her body to subtly jerk.

That pearl sensitive, huh?

While she thought she was in control, this was just a nigga learning her body.

She could take dick no doubt ‘cause it wasn’t shit shrimp ‘bout this muthafucka. However, she couldn’t control how much she came for me.

Baby didn’t even realize her juices was coating my pole the way it was.

“You like cummin’ for me, Mama?” Nodding, she bit on her bottom lip and began to slam her body down on my shit.

“Use your words.”

“Yessss. Fuck yes,” she spoke softly.

“Yes what? Put a name on that shit.”

“Yes Chrasmere,” she uttered without hesitation.

Smirking, I swiftly flipped her over instantly pushing her legs to the headboard.

It was my turn to drill her shit.

Her pussy was glistening like a glazed fuckin’ donut.

Pretty face with a pretty pussy to match.

I mean damn, it didn’t get no better than this.

“Why you fuckin’ me like this?” she moaned.

“It’s called stamping shit, baby. You belong to me now and it ain’t no way around that. That last nigga fumbled this good shit like a dummy.”

Her eyes stayed locked in on me and I felt like she understood every word I spoke.

I didn’t leave room for anybody to play with nothing that was mine.

He should’ve handled her better and he wouldn’t have lost the best pussy made to man.

The way my dick slid in and out her shit without a hiccup.

.

.

The way her walls wrapped around my shit like a glove…

The way her cream painted my shit white…

This was all me.

Chrasmere fuckin’ approved!

“When I nut in this shit, ain’t no going back.”

“Don’t… Fuck! Don’t do that, Chrome.”

“You trying to have another nigga baby or something? Why the fuck not?”

“You’re… too… young… for?—”

I cut her shit short as I delivered long strokes.

She lay mouth gaped wide open unable to say shit.

The only thing she could talk about was my age.

It was already established that I was over ten years below her, but my dick was grown enough to make her pussy talk back.

It was grown enough to make her cum on that shit repeatedly.

And it was damn sure grown enough to make her body convulse.

“A nigga ain’t shit but yours Fade. Accept that shit.”

With her legs locked around my waist, I dug in that gushy shit with a purpose.

She wasn’t gon’ crave nobody but Chrasmere Terrell Black after tonight.

Her moans filled the room as her walls tightened around my shaft.

She was ready to cum for the umpteenth time and her nigga was right behind her.

“Push that shit out baby. Cum on the dick like a good girl,” I coached.

My face was in the crook of her neck enjoying every second of her.

“Cum with me… please,” she begged softly.

I wasn’t a nigga to go against his woman, so I honored her request.

The pace of my strokes sped up and moments later, my kids were crashing with her waves.

Letting loose in yo’ woman freely felt better than strapping up with a hoe just to get yo’ rocks off.

You knew the pussy was yours and untainted.

The feeling of her lips against mine, the feeling of her pussy clenched around my dick, the feeling of her legs locked around my waist, the feeling of my baby under me and clinging to me period was a feeling I refused to let go.

Fade didn’t know it yet, but she became a nigga home.

I wasn’t ‘bout to let another soul touch her after this.

“You started this, remember that,” I mumbled against her lips.

“And you’re nowhere near finishing. I want more, Chrasmere.”

Ha! That makes two of us, Mama.

“As you wish, my baby.”

Dick was still harder than a muthafucka and a nigga still had stamina. I could give her as many rounds as she wanted plus more. One night… she fucked up giving it to me. This shit wasn’t gon’ end until a nigga was completely drained.

Buckle up, boo!