The trillest love comes.., p.1
The Trillest Love Comes From A Thug 2, page 1
part #2 of The Trillest Love Comes From A Thug Series
THE TRILLEST LOVE COMES FROM A THUG II
BY:
MERCEDES G
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RECAP
WAKA
Gizelle’s pussy was like rain on a hot summer day. It felt good as fuck. And the position I had her in now had a nigga almost ready to tap out. Seeing that she was barely able to take the dick in this position, I dropped her leg, letting it rest on my shoulder, giving her a little more comfort. I grabbed her ass cheek and lifted it up so that I could see how pretty that pussy was with my dick sliding in and out of it.
“Got damn, G,” I groaned, watching her pussy milk my dick. She was moaning like crazy and, the more she moaned, the harder my dick got. I was going to have to get some more of this pussy before she went back home to Moe. Fuck that, that nigga could wait. Hell, I’d waited six years to feel this pussy. It was my turn now.
“Turn over,” I said, helping her turn over so that she was lying flat on her stomach, legs closed. “Stay just like that, a’ight?”
“Okay,” she said softly. I took a moment to admire that ass while I stroked my dick. That muthafucka was big and juicy. It was so fucking soft, every time I gripped it, my fingers would sink into it like quicksand or some shit. I was just about to crawl up on her and fuck her just like this but, nah, I had a better idea. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, spread them apart, and put my whole fucking face in that ass. I dipped my tongue in her bootyhole, and she lost it. I had to literally press her down to keep her from moving.
“Waka… ohhhh, shit… waaiiiitt!” she cried, as I flicked my tongue around her asshole.
“Wait, what? Huh? You’on like that?” I asked, then slapped her ass. I held onto it and made that ass jiggle on my face with my tongue still in it.
“I dooooooo!!!” she wailed, arching her ass up a lil’ bit so that I could really get in there and make her feel even better. While I was tongue-fucking her ass, her pussy was hard to resist, so I started alternating between her pussy and her ass. About ten minutes later, my face was covered in her nectar. Climbing on top of her from behind, I threw my dick all up in her pussy.
“Uhhhh… I can’t… I can’t…” she tried to say but wasn’t able to find the words.
“You can’t what? Huh?” I pressed down on her back, letting my dick do pushups in it.
“I can’t taakkke it! Pleeeaaasseee… babe…”
“I’m ’bout to cum, a’ight? Just a lil’ bit longer, G,” I whispered in her ear. “A’ight?”
“Okayy… okay, baby,” she breathed.
I bit down on her shoulder and started fucking her like my life depended on it. She started throwing that ass back, and I felt a sudden rush to my dick. Quickly, I pulled my dick out and snatched the rubber off.
“Argghhh… fuckkkk!” I groaned as I skeeted all over the crack of her ass. Gizelle rocked her ass from side to side, making it wiggle as I came. “Shit!” I grunted, unable to catch my breath. “That pussy still some’ serious!”
Gizelle laughed, while still making her booty shake.
Smack!
I slapped her ass. “Let’s go hop in the shower.”
***
After fucking Gizelle in the shower, she got out and grabbed one of my t-shirts and climbed back in the bed.
“You hungry?” I asked, walking into my closet, looking for something to put on.
“Yeah, I am. What you got a taste for?” she asked, followed by a yawn.
“I want a triple decker with hash browns with ham and cheese from the Huddle House.”
“Yo’ ass ain’t changed one bit,” she laughed. “Bring me back a grilled chicken club with fries.”
“A’ight.” I came out the closet with some grey sweats, a fresh white tee, and a red Chicago Bulls fitted cap. I slid into some Jordan slides and grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on before passing it to her. “Make yaself at home.”
Gizelle grabbed the remote and started flicking through channels. I couldn’t help but smile at how comfortable she was around me. We were back like I’d never left. But, for how long, I didn’t know. Before leaving, I leaned over on the bed and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
GIZELLE
My pussy was still throbbing like a headache after Waka left. I couldn’t go back home with a sore pussy, but I really didn’t have a choice. If Moe asked me for some, I was just going to act like I wasn’t feeling good. Waka had fucked me so good that I didn’t even want to go back home.
I was lying on the bed trying to differentiate what I was feeling at the moment. Was this love or lust? I loved Moe with everything in me. We had been together for three years, but Waka still had a piece of my heart that he’d taken to prison with him. Old feelings had resurfaced, and I just didn’t know what to do at this point. Now wasn’t a good time to be making any decisions, though, because it was just too soon to tell what this really was.
While in deep thought, I was interrupted by a sound that was all too familiar. Quickly, I turned the TV down so that I could hear it better. My hands started shaking as I hopped up from the bed and ran towards the window. I knew the sound of those pipes from anywhere. It was Moe pulling up in his black truck with the loud pipes on it. I closed the blinds quickly and moved away with my back against the wall.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I began to panic. This nigga is about to catch me over here and beat the fuck out of me. His truck shut off, and I heard his door open and close. I was about to burst into tears until I heard another door open and close. Cracking the blinds a little, I just had to see what was going on. What the fuck?
Moe and some bitch with long, jet-black hair down to her ass were walking towards the back of his truck. Moe popped the trunk, and they both grabbed some bags. It looked like they had been out grocery shopping. Moe let down the trunk, and the bitch leaned over and kissed him. Damn, I wish I could see who this bitch is, I thought. Her eyes were covered by shades that damn near covered her whole face.
Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead, but what really fucked me up was when the back-seat door opened, and a little boy hopped out who looked to be about one, maybe two years old, carrying what looked to be an iPad or tablet. Together, the three of them walked over to a townhouse that sat directly across from Waka’s.
Pissed was an understatement of how mad and hurt I was. I didn’t give a fuck about what I had just done! Moe was full of shit, and I was tired of him trying to play me like I was some dumb-ass broad. But, the fact that this bitch had a fucking kid, who I assumed was his by the way they were acting, was just too much, and I wasn’t about to let that shit slide.
Quickly, I picked my clothes up off the floor and threw them on. I exited Waka’s house on a mission. This probably wasn’t the best time to do this shit, but I refused to let Moe get away this time. As I hurried across the parking lot, I spotted Waka turning into the complex.
Shit! I said to myself, but it was too late to turn back now. Waka parked the truck and hopped out.
“Aye, G! Where you goin’?” he asked, and I didn’t even turn around to tell him. I heard his car door slam and, when I looked back, Waka had placed the food on the hood of the truck and was walking briskly across the parking lot after me. By now, I was already at this bitch’s door, preparing to knock.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
I stood to the side, away from the peephole.
“Bae! Who that is banging on the door like that?” I heard Moe say.
“Shit, I don’t know. It might be FedEx or UPS bringing my shoes you ordered the other day ’cause I’on see nobody,” the girl said as she unlocked the door. When the door opened and she stepped outside, I covered my mouth with my hands. Oh, my God.
“Jasmine?” I questioned as I looked her over.
“Gizzy… oh, my Goddd! B
“Bae, you want some’ to dri-?” Moe appeared from the kitchen, holding a bottle of Remy in his hand. When he saw me standing there, he froze. He couldn’t even blink his eyes. Somehow, he allowed the Remy bottle to slip from his hand and it hit the floor hard, shattering into a million pieces.
“Umm… am I missing something here?” Jasmine asked as she looked back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was going on.
I was just about to give Moe ass the business when there were three hard knocks on the door that stopped me.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
My heart tightened, and my hands started to shake because I didn’t realize how fucked up this situation was about to get until now. I should’ve never came over here.
“Now, who the fuck is this?” Jasmine marched to the door with an attitude. I wanted to stop her from opening it because I knew it was Waka. He was practically right behind me, calling my name. Jasmine opened the door, and I swear my heart stopped beating.
She stood there and smiled before reaching down and picking up a brown box. She stepped back inside and closed the door.
“Bout time my shit came,” she said, and I closed my eyes, thanking God for sparing me this time. But Moe, on the other hand, had another thing coming. Without even thinking, I grabbed the knife that was sitting on their kitchen table and charged at him like a raging bull. Somebody ‘bout to leave this bitch in a body bag today!
CHAPTER 1
WAKA
Reclining my leather seat, I removed my fitted cap from my head and placed it over my face to prevent the sun from blinding a nigga. I was sitting in the Huddle House parking lot listening to the radio while I waited on our food.
When I arrived, the waitress said that I had about 10 minutes before the food was ready, so I went ahead and paid for the food and went back to the truck. Some shit just don’t never change, I thought to myself. The Huddle House hadn’t changed a bit while a nigga was locked up. They were still slower than a rhinoceros when it came to fulfilling orders in a timely manner, and they still had the same workers who looked like, “all my life I had to fight.” But, no matter how rough them bitches in there looked, niggas in the hood still spent money there, including myself. So, I really didn’t have room to be talkin’ shit.
While I waited, my mind drifted off to Gizelle. I wondered what she was doing back at my crib. When I left, she was lying in the bed rocking my shirt, with no panties, looking sexy as hell.
She had put the pussy on my ass so good that I was thinking about saying fuck the food, just so I could hurry up and get back to her. I tried to think about something else other than her, but it was hard trying not to reflect on the recent fuck session we’d just had. The shit was so crazy, I’d just brushed my teeth right before I left the crib and I could still taste the remnants of her sweet pussy relaxing on my breath. I was smiling from ear to ear just thinking about how good her pussy tasted. My dick grew to its maximum length just from the thought alone. I couldn’t wait to get back to the crib so that I could devour it one last time before she left.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Soft raps on the window interrupted my nasty thoughts and caught my attention. Lifting the hat from my face, I frowned when I saw a trashy looking woman with her hands arched around her face, peeking in the window. Her dirty brown hair was matted all over her head and her body was the size of a damn toothpick. Nah, fuck that. I’m willing to bet that a toothpick was probably bigger. She couldn’t have been no more than 100 pounds soaking wet. Her body was so thin that I could literally see the bone structure of her bruised face and the collarbone sticking out under her neck. Dark circles surrounded both of her eyes and she had a busted lip that had clearly just happened because the wound looked fresh.
“Get the fuck on shawty! Ain’t got nothin’ for ya!” I yelled before placing the hat back over my face, not wanting to be bothered. When I closed my eyes, the raps started again, only this time they were harder.
“Come on Ralo, please! I just need a quick fix, that’s all,” she begged.
Not even removing the hat from over my face, this time, I snapped. “Man, didn’t I just say ain’t got nothin’ for ya. Get the fuck on!”
“Ralo, please don’t act like that… let me suck ya dick or some’, damn,” the woman offered. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t one of those sucka ass niggas who fell for slick ass lines like that.
Quickly, I removed the hat from over my face. Then, I pulled my gun from my waist before rolling the window down. The fact that this bitch saw me remove my gun and didn’t budge proved that she was a straight up junkie. Shawty was willing to die ‘bout some dope.
“Say, this ain’t no muthafuckin’ Ralo, shawty, and you got ‘bout 3 seconds to get the fuck away from this truck. I just told yo crazy ass I ain’t got nothin’ for you. Fuck is you deaf or sum?”
She gasped, then her hands went up to her mouth. “Oh shit!” she said in a whisper. “Waka?” she questioned with a curious look on her face. Quickly, she tried to fix her hair. “I… I… I thought you was Ralo. Wh-when did you get out?” she stuttered. She attempted to smile, showing off her teeth that was missing one in the front at the top. I studied her battered face closely, trying to see if I recognized the woman because clearly, she recognized me.
It was hard for me to tell who she was with her face looking like someone had used it as a punching bag, but I was trying my best to see if I knew her or someone that could possibly be related to her. Her face was too fucked up though, so I gave up.
“How you know me, shawty?” I probed but, before she could give me an answer, our conversation was disrupted by a lil’ nigga I knew from the hood named Peanut.
“Ayo Ava!” he called out from across the parking lot, grabbing our attention.
Ava? Ava who? I thought to myself.
The lady whipped her head up in Peanut’s direction and on her neck was a birthmark that had been embedded in my memory ever since the first time my tongue circled around it. It was the shape of a mini strawberry and it was stamped right below her earlobe.
She sneered as she walked away from the truck to meet him. The white shirt she had on was dingy and looked like she’d had it on for days. It was twice her size and it was falling all off of her shoulders. The Bermuda shorts she had on had stains on them and the flip flops on her feet were worn out.
“Man, I been looking for you all day Peanut. You know I need me some of that good shit,” she said to Peanut.
Peanut was just hitting his teenage years when I got jammed up and he was so far gone in the streets that you couldn’t find him in the daytime with a flashlight. He was a product of his environment. The day before, I saw him pistol-whip a nigga on the block for owing him $5. Peanut reminded me of myself back in the day, young and wild as fuck.
Tucking my nine back in my waist, I hopped out the truck and went over to where they were standing.
“What’s good Wak?” Peanut grinned at me, showing off his slugs. The lil’ nigga was grilled out top and bottom and it was obvious that he was a flashy nigga. He had about 3 chains hanging around his neck and an iced-out watch on each arm. Peanut went in his pocket and pulled out a sack. The fuck?
“Say, lil’ homie. Don’t sell her shit.”
“Shiiiid, why not?” Peanut looked up at me with a confused look on his face. “I sell to this hoe almost every day. Sometimes three or four times a day, so what’s so different ‘bout today?” Peanut questioned with a look of confusion on his face. If he was some random ass nigga running around here, I would’ve beat his ass for even questioning me. But, by the tone of his voice, I knew that it was coming from a real curious place and he meant no harm by it. But, I still had to let the lil’ homie know.
“For one, because I said so nigga. And, two, cause I muthafuckin’ said so.”
“No disrespect big bruh. I get what you sayin’ and all, but Moe said we don’t discriminate ‘round here. She one of his most loyal customers dawg. Shawty be on one.”
“Yeah? Well, you must ain’t heard the news, lil’ one. I’m running shit now. Don’t sell shit to kids, no pregnant bitches, or anybody I tell you not to sell to. Understand? And if Moe ask why not? Just tell him Waka said so and I’ll take it from there.”
