Page 43 of He Thugged Me First

Slowly I walked toward him, staying on my tippy toes because in my mind I was wearing those high ass heels. When I was in arms reach, he pulled me into his lap before kissing on my chest.

“Aht, Aht.” I was reminded.

He looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes before he responded, “fuck outta here, I couldn’t take it.” He was referring to the half ass strip teases that he didn’t even let me get halfway through.

“Nope, you—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he stuffed his tongue down my throat while his hand gripped my neck firmly.

After what felt like an eternity, we pulled back and he started licking my neck and chest with his tongue before he looked up at me and spoke, “Don’t play with me, Gauze.

Let me love on you because I missed this.

” The same hunger from a few seconds ago still rested in his eyes, but this time it was accompanied by need.

Being in this exact moment at this exact second with him had me stuck in a euphoria that I was only accustomed to him giving me. I pulled back a little, freeing him from the confinements of his underwear and pants. I glanced down at him with a smirk.

“What you finna do with all that, G?”

“Cocky ass negro,” I said reaching between us and gripping him tightly. Momentarily he closed his eyes, almost like my touch sent him over the edge.

“Stop playing with me and show me why you’re so thick, bae.”

I giggled a little, but I did as I was asked, sliding down on him. Silently I braced myself as I adjusted myself to his length and width.

“Ssssss. You supposed to warn a nigga, Gayze.” His hands now both rested on my hips. He was no longer in control and I could tell that. It brought a sadistic smirk to my face as I started to rock back and forth with him now gripping my thighs.

“I know you can?—”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence because I was too busy sucking his lips from his face. The faster I forced my body against his, the higher it took me, it was like everything was clearer. I buried my face in his neck and allowed my body to take over.

“Slow down, Gayze.” He tightened his hands attempting to control my movements.

His mouth said one thing, but him inside of me told me otherwise.

Seconds later the hardest I came all over him while he filled me up.

It felt so good, so earth shattering that I couldn’t move.

I just wanted to stay in that spot. Of course that was short lived because before I knew it he lifted me from his lap and stood to his feet.

“Glad you had ya lil fun, and I even let you get ya footing, now do me that.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about and immediately my eyes went to his hardness.

This nigga was bricked up again. Without another word, I did as he asked and put my ass in the air as I leaned over the sofa.

The moment he entered me from behind, I felt a jolt down my spine. This was about to be a long night.

“Don’t be sloppy baby, let me fill you while you feel me.”

QUARI

“One of the best moments of my life should’ve been the day my daughter was born, but instead that was taken from me.

Instead I got the news that a bitch ass nigga who didn’t know me from a can of fucking paint tryna put a contract on my head.

Then, I walked my ass out my crib this morning and your green ass has a gun to the back of my head.

Imagine my frustration.” I looked down at the nigga duck taped and hog tied in my trunk.

I was having a nice ass morning, Love made Breakfast and got me right only for it to go to shit.

I was going about my normal business when I felt the feel of steel against the back of my head when I got into my truck.

The motherfucker got a good shot off and grazed my shoulder , but that didn’t stop me from beating his ass.

I subdued him and put his ass in the trunk.

Then I called Mazzier and Kasair. They said they’d meet me at the warehouse.

“You really drove this man here in ya trunk?” Mazzier asked , looking me over.

“Hell yeah, the bitch was bold enough to be waiting for me in my fucking car. So that meant he was apparently ready to find himself in my trunk. What do I look like? Some bitch ass nigga?” I asked.

Kasair laughed. “Well we know you ain’t that. Get the nigga out of the trunk with ya kidnapping ass. This motherfucker doesn’t look a day over fucking eighteen.”

I laughed. “That’s cause he ain’t, the stupid motherfucker is a baby.” I pulled his school Id from my back pocket. After I beat his ass, I went through his pockets, I had to know who I was riding with.

Kasair laughed as I dragged his young ass out of my trunk by the collar of his shirt. Once I had him out of the car, I leaned him against the wall and stepped back.

“What are you gonna do, Quari? Knock somebody's kid off?” Mazzier asked.

“Even though the lil’ nigga had every intent on knocking my ass off, nah I ain’t.

I don’t need that on my conscience.” I shook my head.

It was true though, Even though I beat his ass something good, I couldn’t dare.

Pulling my gun from the back of my pants I aimed at the ceiling and let two off, waking him up from his semi peaceful slumber.

His eyes opened with a quickness, he was staring at me like he was afraid and he should’ve been.

“How old are you?” Kasair was the first to speak.

He looked at Kasair then back at me and the gun I had at my side. Yeah, he knew who the fuck I was. “That ain’t important old school.” He whipped the blood from his lips.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it and neither could Mazzier.

“If I’m old school I’d hate to know what they call ya ass.” Kasair looked back toward Mazzier and I.

“Dead man.” The little boy responded.

“Damn that was good, anybody got a belt?” Mazzier asked.

“Nah, old school it’s Saturday, but Imma do this really quick.” I cocked the gun back and held up his student ID. “How old are you Darius?”

Now I could see the fear in his eyes and I hated it, but nowadays you had to handle shit a different way then you wanted to.

“Fourteen,” he said before looking down at the ground.

Kasair shook his head. “I should fuck ya lil disrespectful ass up.”

“Who you moving for, because I know for a fact yeen no contract.” I looked him over. He was too young and way too green. In my life you purposely didn’t move with any type of identification because you never knew which job you’d die before you completed.

He didn't respond.

“Fine, I hope it’s worth getting ya fucking brains splattered for.” I aimed the gun like I was about to end his little ass.

His eyes damn near bulged from their sockets. “My play uncle talked about the job, I just thought I’d get it done to prove myself to the family.”

Mazzier started laughing. “Lil nigga, you gotta be stupid. How did your green ass think you were gonna murk somebody who does this for a living?”

“Then freeze up when you had the chance? You know what, what’s ya uncles name because after I beat yo ass, I’m gonna go fuck him up.” Kasair responded.

“Clay Afron.”

As soon as he said that name, I looked from Mazzier to Kasair. Now this shit was getting funnier and funnier.

“And that’s how I know yeen is built for the life you tryna prove yourself to. You just flipped on ya fam without a second thought. Where you from, Darius?” Kasair shook his head.

“Up north, my mama work?—”

“Yeah, diarrhea at the tongue. If you get out of this, choose a different path.” I responded before dropping his school ID.

When I said that he looked at me and I could see the fear welling up inside of him.

He damn sure didn’t plan to be here. He thought tasking a life and choosing the street life was easy, when in reality it wasn’t.

You didn’t choose the streets, they chose you and the mistake was a lot of niggas thought because the streets chose them that they were special and the streets loved them.

That’s the thing, just because you were chosen didn’t mean they loved you, the streets has swallowed the hardest niggas whole, so imagine what it would to this young nigga in front of me.

I blinked a few times and escaped my thoughts before I peered down at Darius.

With the pain in my shoulder getting worse, I knew I wouldn’t shoot him but I was about to scare the fuck out of him.

“You got a lil’ shot off, grazed me the most so this is what Imma do for you since I’m feeling generous today.

You have a choice, you either choose the streets and I kill you right here without a second thought, or you choose to go ya young ass to school and go a different path.

Here’s the thing, Imma keep my eyes on you tell me one thing and I find you in the streets, I’ll do you a favor and end you before the streets can.

So choose wisely because I won’t ask again, nor will it be a choice that time. ”

“So, what’s it gonna be, fam?” Kasair crossed his arm and looked down at him.

Darius looked from the ID on the ground to the gun in my hand and I saw his decision before he said it. “Imma go to school.”

“Good choice now go get yo stupid ass on a bus and go home. Not to ya play uncle’s crib either. Ya mama’s.” Mazzier peeled a few bills off and handed them to the boy as he stood.

Darius looked from me to Kasair as he hesitantly stood to his feet and took the money from Mazzier.

“Heed my warning if I have to bury you, ya moms will never get closure because they’ll never find you.”

He nodded and started to walk away.

“You better run, fam. This nigga is quick to change his mind and I’d hate for yo ass to end up in that trunk again.” Mazzier shrugged.

Apparently that was enough because Darrius took clean the fuck off. He left his ID on the ground which I picked up and put into my pocket. I’d see him again.

“Run Forest, run!” Kasair’s stupid ass yelled.