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CHAPTER 10

F eb. 12 th

“Nigga will you calm the fuck down. You make me paranoid and shit, all that pacing back and forth like a bitch ass nigga,” Derrick spat from across the room. He was sitting at his kitchen table, rolling up a blunt. I pulled up on him because Akira needed me to pick up some stuff for her on the way to her spot. Chopping it up with Derrick had her blowing up my damn phone, texting me crazy ass shit.

“I ain’t pacing back and forth hoe ass nigga.” I grimaced at him and pulled out my phone to send Akira a text message, telling her I was on the way for the third time in two hours.

“I don’t understand the big fuckin’ deal. You act like you’re about to propose or some fucking shit.” He spat, after he flicked the lighter to spark the end of the blunt then taking a hit, filling up his lungs.

My smoke sessions were spent alone. I don’t match weed with niggas. It’s something about passing a blunt around or back and forth, don’t sit right with me.

“I don’t need your opinion about shit. Wouldn’t expect shit romantic from yo dog ass, when you proposed to yo girl in the parking lot at Waffle House,” I spat with a snicker. “I still can’t believe you for that lame ass shit.”

As he toked from the blunt, he peered his eyes over at me before turning the corners of his lips into a smile. Just as he was about to strike me with some bullshit, he started choking on the smoke. Clouds of smoke seeped from his mouth into the air.

“Nigga fuck you!” He snapped. “I’m still getting backlash from her because of that shit. I wasn’t expecting them motherfucka’s to record that.”

Catching his vulnerability when he poured life into his girl speaking of a future, hoping she’d say yes, somebody inside the diner recorded them and posted it on social media. So many niggas called him corny, cheap as hell and lame. That was farfetched, but a nigga will do anything from being pussy whipped. Plus, he found a rider behind bars, being locked up taught him a lot, after so many bitches turned their back on him. Despite all that, he admitted his love for her to me a while ago, asking for my opinion. Now, he was returning the favor, and I was standing before him with wet eyes, confessing my love for Akira.

“How you feel about what I told you though?” I asked him in a more serious tone. “You think that’s a good way to ask her to be my valentine or do I need to some of over-the-top shit?”

With a slow head nod, he dipped the tip of the blunt in the ashtray and stated, “I feel like the way you’re doing it; she’ll appreciate it. Akira been dramatic as fuck all her life, but she’s simple, ya feel me? She buys herself nice shit, because that’s how my uncle and aunt raised her, but she grew up surrounded by love, so that’s what she likes. Just don’t break her heart nigga, that’s all I ask of you. She got too many shooters behind her, that’ll split yo shit back. I love you like a big brother, but when it comes to Akira, I don’t play about that girl, nigga,” her warned me.

Taking a seat at the table, my arms rested on the wood with my elbows pointed outwards. “Don’t ever insult me, bitch,” I spat. “I ain’t a pussy ass nigga. Her worth is high valued.” My eyes darted into space as I thought about the last few days being without her. It was that space we had apart that made me understand that having her in mine is much better. She shouldn’t have to second guess that.

“Long as you play your part, you’re cool with me. I’d never thought I’ll be alive to see the day, you put the words Akira and I into a sentence and it actually counts. The fuck type of voodoo you put in my cousin nigga? She better not be pregnant.”

A sly grin appeared across my face as I shook my head. “She fuckin’ wit’ a big dog now. That’s all you need to know.”

“I ain’t the one you need to answer to though. It’s when my uncle finds out,” he responded with a smirk. “Nigga gon’ lose his shit,” he continued.

Slightly shrugging my shoulders, he was the least of my worries, but I wasn’t going to boast about it. Derrick knew that shit. Him not granting me his well wishes didn’t stop me from pursuing Akira and her father was light work. Make no mistake, I never tucked the way I felt about Akira under a mat. So confessing the way I feel about her to her father is a piece of cake and if he deems me as a threat or unworthy of his daughter, then that’s his problem, not mine.

* * *

After kicking it with Derrick, I knew I couldn’t come into the house empty handed, if I’d been declining her calls and slow texting her. So, I stopped by the grocery store on the way to her house before pulling up and calling her to let her know I was outside. The bitching and bickering she was going to do; I could hear it in the back of my head. My car was in park and her black RX 350 Lexus wasn’t outside, so I knew she’d parked it in the garage. Usually, when she knows I’m on the way, or when I tell her I’m outside, she leaves it open and let me park my car inside, no matter how much I addressed her safety and my digression about it.

“ You have reached the voicemail box of ? —”

With the phone clutched in my hand, I pulled it back and frowned. Going to her messages, her phone wasn’t on do not disturb, so I figured she blocked me again. When I tried to call her back it went to voicemail again. I used my work phone to dial her number, and it rang a few times before she picked up.

“Hello,” her sultry voice spoke into the speaker.

“Why you got on me blocked when I told you I was on the way?”

“Drill?” She replied inquisitively.

“Who else calling yo phone at this time of night?”

“Hmm.” She responded. “Can’t be my man calling at this time of night because my man should know to be home before the streetlights come on. He’d be here right now, at the end of the bed, watching reruns of the Parkers with me while rubbing my feet.”

A smirk crept on my face hearing her acknowledge me as her man. Leaning over, I peeked my head out the passenger side window to see her silhouette. When she caught me, I saw her close the blinds.

“So, I’m your man?”

“I didn’t say you were my man because my man would know not to pull no clown ass stunts like pulling up at booty call hours.”

To look at the time, I took my phone away from my ear. “Mane its 11:30.”

“Exactly,” she snapped. “Booty call hours.”

“Okay so if that’s the case, let me get some of yours,” I stated with a shrug.

I leaned back and nestled in the driver’s seat so I could hear her response. “We’re not supposed to be fucking, ain’t that what we agreed on?”

“Fuck no! That’s what your cone-shaped head ass agreed on. Bae, I got blue balls. I ain’t had no pussy since we left the island.”

“It wouldn’t make a difference, and I want to see if our relationship stands strong without sex coming into view Drill,” she muttered.

“How the fuck you expect me not to want to fuck when all you been doing since I been here, spending nights with you is walking around half naked, with your booty hanging out the bottom of them pajama shorts? When it’s my turn to shower, I got a view of your bald ass pussy before getting in after you. You ain’t shit been a tease and you know it.” I could see fire before my eyes.

“Sounds like you have a problem then sir.”

To know Akira is to know that when she’s upset, angry or feeling some type of way, she starts rolling her neck and shit. I know that’s what she was doing without me being in front of her.

“Naw, I’m a nigga with a big dick and I want to fuck my girl. How you gon’ deprive me of the best thing God put on this earth and gifted to me? That’s like placing a bowl full of dog food in front of a dog and telling it not to eat it. C’mon bae, give me a lil’ sample,” I pushed the urge.

“So, you’re comparing yourself to a dog?”

“In other words.”

“You might as well sleep in the guest room tonight,” she stated before disconnecting the call.

My face creased in a frown as I peered over and noticed her absence from the window; the garage door whirred, slowly lifting. After pulling my car in and cutting it off, I grabbed the junk food she likes to snack on throughout the night and got out of the car to head inside. The sweet scent of vanilla permeated through the room, it was captivated and greeted me at the door before Akira could. There was so much commotion and shit going on the kitchen, so I walked in there to greet her with the bags in tow. Like I called her out, she was bullshitting. How the fuck she expects me not to think with my dick head, walking around wearing skimpy ass shit like this?The Victoria Secret short set fit her snug. Though the shorts were loose fitting her curves through the cotton material. The bottom of her belly hung over the draw string a little bit and every sudden move she made, her body jiggled for a millisecond. My eyes darted to her feet in the Victoria Secret slippers. Her to nails were still perfectly polished in the French tip coat. It took every nerve in my body to lure me away from pulling her close to me, so I suck on her sweet skin. Because of all the vanilla scented plug ins around her house, I couldn’t tell if she doused her body in a fragrance, but knowing her, before going to bed she always dabbed perfume behind her ears, on her ankles and in her forearms.

To shake off the thought, I spoke up first because her stubborn ass was cleaning up the kitchen, without bothering to acknowledge my existence. So I could get her attention, I placed the bags on her counter. I did it on purpose because I knew it’d piss her off. The more I got to her know her, I found out she has an ick for germs, but her rationalities weren’t common to me. After buying groceries, even if they were minimal, she’d bitch about not putting them on her counter, more so the bags having germs and she’d rather place them on the floor. Also, she hated for anybody to sit on her bed with their outside clothes on. With me being a gym rat, I didn’t like the thought of sitting my dirty ass on a clean bed, so I always showered before cuddling with her or else she throw a fucking fit.

“Drill!” She snapped. Her eyes turned to slits after she rolled them. “Why would you set those bags on the counter? You know how much that shit irk my nerve.”

Before she could reach over the counter to grab them, I did it and stared at her. She balled up her face and rolled her eyes before mumbling some shit I could barely make out.

“You the one being petty, when you see me standing right here. Damn, a nigga can’t get no love? This the shit I come home to when I ain’t seen my girl all day?” I extended my arms out as I ranted. She didn’t even get a chance to talk shit before I walked away in the direction of her bedroom to place the junk food in her snack drawer. That’s some fat girl shit and there were so many nights, I woke up to her snacking on an oatmeal crème pie with the television blaring without a care in the fucking world.

“So, where were you at?” I heard her ask, just I closed the drawer. My head cocked in her direction and her body language seethed an emotion of anger and uncertainty.

Ignoring her like she ignored me earlier, I walked past her and towards the bathroom to retrieve the clothes in my duffle bag. If I’m not at her place she’s mine. For the days after our spat, I’d been crashing at her spot. Before then, I was always here with her, under her skin, begging to be in it. Often times out the week she’d come to my place and hang out, but majority of the time, I was here with her.

“Drill,” she called out to me. “So, you don’t hear me talking to you?”

“Naw,” I glanced over at her unzipping my Nike duffle bag. “I figured we was playing the quiet game.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You told me to stop buy Kroger on my way over here, leaving the gym. I stopped by Derricks house on the way to chop it up with him about some shit,” I let her know and staggered past her to walk towards the guest bathroom. “Ain’t shit else to it.”

“Since when do you shower in here?”

“Since you just told me to sleep in the guest room.”

I stripped down ass naked then stepped in the shower. Her shower was big enough for me to adjust the temperature to the way I liked it without dodging the water. Akira has a fye ass shower compared to the mini walk-in version my apartment has. Her shit has heated floors, so your feet don’t feel cold, and water feels like on your skin, this shit damn near feels therapeutic. Out of my peripheral vision, I could still see Akira standing in the doorway, when I turned to glance back at her she was gone in the blink of eye. I shook my head and took a deep breath then continued washing my ass and body. After the day I just had, the last fucking thing I want to do is come home to my girl and hear all that bitching and shit. My nervousness was starting to feel see through because Derrick called me out on it when I pulled up on him. Asking Akira to be my Valentine had me over thinking and shit. We can do romantic shit and it just be that. I guess due to the fact that I was seeking to escalate our shit to another level, it had me skyrocketing. To a romantic nigga, this shit is simple, but it ain’t simple for me. The vibes felt good, and I didn’t want to fuck this up.

I turned the shower off after rinsing off and released a satisfied grunt. Tilting my head to the side, I reached over and rubbed my shoulder to give some sort of relaxation. Usually after my gym sessions, I cool down with a follow up to relax my muscles. Most of that time consisted of a deep tissue massage, nothing major, but when Akira called those plan was cut short. Before sliding into some boxer briefs, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I walked inside the guest room, the light from the television mounted on the wall, illuminated throughout the room. Akira was sitting on the bed, with her legs under her butt and a pout graced her cute ass face.

Tilting my head to the side, my eyes darted over her body before landing back on her face, meeting her eyes. “Bae, I ain’t in the mood to argue. I’m tired,” I told her, followed by an exasperated sigh.

She poked out her bottom lip and climbed over to me. Perched at the edge of the bed, I felt a sudden jolt as she collided with my ribs, then knelt down and wrapped her arms around my sculpted physique. Akira felt like home to me, and I didn’t have to be buried inside her pussy to know that now.

“Daddy,” she whined. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell daddy what you sorry for.” I have her a hard slap on her soft ass and ran my hand over the spot to sooth it.

“For being a bitch,” she responded.

“I’ve gotten used to it. I know how to handle you. It’s when I start matching your energy you want me to run and kiss your ass. Damn, how long have I been doing that? You be spazzing the fuck out over shit that worth brewing an argument about.”

Tapping her on the ass again, I signaled her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her fingers swam over my waves and her elbows rested on my shoulders. She felt warm and cozy, having her in my arms brushing her skin up against mine.

“I take it this your way of telling me I can sleep in the bed with you?”

“Please,” she purred.

I chuckled and shook my head. “I knew it wasn’t gonna be long before you bowed down to a nigga. You’re so used to calling the shots and bossing niggas around, that you need to know that shit don’t fly with a big dog in your life.”

“I’m ovulating,” she sighed.

To keep her from falling, I held her in my arms and staggered inside her bedroom. “I figured it was something. I smelled it before I left this morning.”

She jolted her head up and giggled. “Drill, what?”

“What you mean?”

When we reached her bed, I tapped her on the ass, signaling for her to get down on it. The covers were already slid back, and the decorative pillows were stacked lazily in a grey chair in the corner.

“I can smell when you’re on your period or about to come on without looking at the app and when you’re ovulating.”

“I swear,” her flung back and she cackled again. “You say the silliest shit. Sometimes I ask myself do you be hearing yourself talk. What in the hell does an ovulation smell like?”

“See, that’s the thing,” I grinned. “It’s not a smell. It’s just the way you be acting and your attitude. Call your dad, I’m sure if you asked him, he’ll know or call Derrick lame ass, he’ll know too. A nigga ain’t never tell you that before?”

“No, and I see why. It’s some crazy shit to say.”

“Can’t you tell when your period is about to come on?”

“Yeah, but that’s different. I can feel that shit in my uterus first when I get those random crying spells.”

“Okay so yeah, it’s the same thing. Your emotions feeds off onto me. Any nigga that ain’t never tell you that shit meant he wasn’t connected with you.”

She shook her head and laid back on the bed. I leaned over her and roamed my eyes over her pretty face. “So, we’re connected?”

“Connected as fuck like a Bluetooth.”

We stared at each other for a second before she burst into laughter. I knew she’d be the first to break after I slipped up and uttered some corny shit like that between my teeth.

“Why would you say that,” she laughed, showing all 32 teeth. “I should’ve recorded you saying that.”

“Naw cause then you have proof.”

Pulling back, I nodded subtly, my eyes directed to the slightly open snack drawer. “You also need to thank me for refilling that bullshit in your junk drawer.”

Her mouth gaped open in shock. “Who told you to go snooping around in my junk drawer?”

“You left it open one night and I peeked in there. I’m replacing all that shit with shit you need to be eating and not that shit that’s gon’ have your elbows big and your feet fat.”

“I beg your fucking pardon, I don’t eat it every day, only when I get a sweet tooth.”

“A sweet tooth huh?”

“Yup.”

“The only thing you need to be craving when you get a sweet tooth is this dick.”

Without flinching, I pulled out my big ass dick and stroked it. Despite her holding on to the thought of putting off sex for a while, hesitation was embedded on her face.

“Come do daddy a favor and suck it. I need to feel you some type of way, since you say we can’t fuck,” I breathed.

It was the first time in a while that she didn’t give back talk. All she knew was sass, so that’s what she provided first before the love crooned through the small cracks. I don’t give a fuck what nobody say, I turned Akira the fuck out and made her submit to me. Never would’ve thought she’d fall for a convicted felon and be calling me daddy while riding dick and tasting my nut.

Giving me a warning glare, she mumbled, “Don’t get too carried away and put your fingers in my wig, I just got this frontal put on and I don’t need you messing up my baby hair this time.”

When it’s comes to fucking ain’t shit off limits on how far she lets me take it, but she’d be ready to beat a nigga’s ass if I tugged on her wigs with braids, I could get by with pulling on her shit while digging deep, from the back, stirring around in her guts. It’s the bitching that comes along with the aftereffects when she sees I fucked her wig up. Her hair was wrapped in a silk bonnet and silk scrap, wrapped around her edges to keep them intact.

“I ain’t gon’ get carried away bae, just come suck it. You see this shit drippin’ out? This the shit you do to me,” I grunted, watching the pre-cum ooze out the tip of my dick and seep between my fingers.

The feel of her warm tongue glided over my shaft made threw my head back and part my mouth open. In disbelief, I looked back down and furrowed my brows. Her pretty ass looked so fucking good sucking that big, meaty ass dick. Akira wasn’t fucking around with it either, she was showing the fuck out, eating that dick up, redeeming the side effects of how Ibuprofen 800 MG pill would have you.

“Eat that dick up like the nasty bitch you is,” I grimaced.

Slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head up and down my dick. Her booty was up in the air and her arch was deep. She wasn’t laid across the bed like a sniper. The pretty French tip manicured nails joined in on the fun, as she used one hand to stroke my shaft and the other hand to fondle my balls. Heaven must be like this. My mind was blown away.

Gawk! Gawk! Gawk! Slurp! Gawk! Slurp!

“Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck,” my mouth parted open in disbelief again because it felt like she was trying to suck the skin off my dick. “Who the fuck taught you how to suck dick like this, bitch?”

She stopped momentarily to speak, “You did, daddy,” she muttered.

Saliva coated her face and chest. She looked a fucking mess. When she started sucking my dick at first, she’d do it all cute and shit, until I broke her of that habit. Ain’t nothing cute about this shit. I like when a bitch show out, spit on it, gag a little bit—I like messy dick sucking, keep all that cute shit for a lame nigga. Calling her bitches when she’s sucking my dick brings the freak out of her and makes her turn into a slut. It’s the same way I feel when I’m drilling her from the back. That ain’t the time to be slow grinding in the pussy, you gotta beat that shit up.

“That’s a fucking good girl. Look at you eatin’ that dick up,” I moaned. My toes were starting to curl up from the sensation I felt ripping through me. My nut was building up. I could feel it.

Reaching down, I leaned over just a tad and grabbed her booty. My mind was telling me to stop there by my dick was telling me to take shit a little further. Sliding her pajamas and panties to the side, I eased my middle finger in her booty and finger fucked her bootyhole. My dick popped out of her mouth.

“Ooooh Drill,” she whimpered. “You’re trying to make me fuck you.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing bae? Nuh uh.” I responded, acting clueless.

“Oooooh we’re not supposed to be fucking, but this feels so good!”

“We ain’t fucking,” I grunted. ‘This don’t look like fucking to me.”