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  “That’s what you want me to do?” I asked. She got down, I let her slide down, before she took off her shorts, before pulling my pants down. I took my shirt off as she pushed me in the lounge chair that was in the corner of the room. She straddled me, before sliding down my hard ass dick. Shit felt so fucking good, I held her in place holding her tightly. I backed up, sucking on her hard ass chocolate drops, as she slowly started bouncing up and down on my wood. I could feel her pussy coating my shit already. I shook my head and bit my lip, looking up at her fine ass looking down at me. I smirked as she licked her lips at me, steady bouncing.

  “Nigga, you so damn sexy, fuck.” She closed her eyes, before I grabbed her neck as she completely stopped.

  “Unh.” She moaned out, and I knew her ass was about to start busting back to back.

  “Who told you to stop?” I asked her. Slouching down low so that I was holding her up as her legs touched the ground. I was holding us both up as she started going crazy on my dick.

  “I’m motherfucking cumming, baby. Oh, I fucking love you. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, papi. Yasss.” She moaned out, before twirling all wild on my dick. Angel was a beast at riding this wood.

  “You playing with me. You better ride my shit right.” I told her, trying not to scream like a bitch from how tight her pussy was snatching a nigga. She bent her legs up on me, and that’s when the fun began. I pumped into her as she threw that pussy right back on a nigga, and a nigga was busting all in her gushy ass pussy. I picked her up, placing her in the chair, holding her legs straight up in the air, I squatted down, and my dick found it’s way in her soaking wet pussy.

  “Oh my gosh, babe. Fuck!” She growled, hitting me, and clawing at my arms.

  “Take this dick, and stop crying.” I slowly stroked her. Her body jerked with every stroke I gave her.

  “Hold yo fucking legs up and straight. Open up for me, I’m about to put yo ass to sleep alright.” I told her, as she held her legs straight together, and spread her pussy open. It wasn’t long before I sped up, and she quickly put her hand up on my stomach.

  “Ahh, bae, baby.” She shrieked. I slapped her hand away cause I could feel her pussy leaking. I knew she was about to give me that big one I wanted. I put my leg up on the chair, and started going crazy, beating her pussy out the frame as she screamed and clawed at me. I pulled out, looking at her shaking and shuddering. I pried her legs apart, before slurping up her messy ass juices.

  “FUCKKKK!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, grabbing a handful of my dreads. One minute she was telling me to stop, the next minute, she was feeding a nigga.

  “Ohhhhhh, ahhhh, unhhh shitt.” She squealed, as I slurped her juices up. I never got tired of her busting, her pussy tasted so good, like water, with a hint of peaches. I stood up, beard dripping wet, and went to pick her up.

  “Bae, I can’t, I can’t go on.” She whined, trying to stop me from picking her up.

  “Stop fucking playing with me.” I scooped her up, and grabbed her underneath her legs. Looking in the mirror, I smirked.

  “Put that dick up in my pussy.” I told her, kissing her on the lips, as she reached and did what she was told. Bouncing her thick ass up and down on my dick while we tongue kissed, was some different type of shit. I ended up putting her back against the wall, slowly grinding into her as we continued slobbing each other down. I couldn’t hold back as her pussy snatched the nut up outta me. She steady kissed me, as I sat there nutting quadruplets in that pussy. Fuck. After washing up, her ass was knocked the fuck out, put her ass straight to sleep, with no fucking worries.

  The next morning, I went to open the door for the chef. He came in and cooked us up a fucking buffet for my baby’s twenty second birthday. I had something special planned for her birthday. She ain’t have shit on the floor all day, and I planned on spoiling her ass all day. I went to wake her up, climbing on her and kissing her all over her face.

  “Happy birthday, Angel. Wake up, baby.” I kissed her lips. She frowned, trying to push me off her.

  “Come on, babe, I was sleeping so good.” She whined.

  “We got a long ass day planned, so let’s get this motherfucker started.” I told her. She tossed the blankets back with a frown. I slapped her on the ass as she went to handle her hygiene. I went downstairs cause the doorbell was ringing. I let the florist in as they delivered all twenty two flowers. I took the petals and started from the bed room to the dining room.

  “Bae, where are you at?” I heard her yell from upstairs.

  “Oh my gosh. He’s doing too much. He gon’ make me cry.” I heard her say.

  I was sitting at the table waiting on her to join me at the table. I heard her stopping and saying thank you to everyone of the people who handed her the flowers, and they let themselves out. She walked in with a huge smile on her face. Shit made me smirk.

  “Baby.” She paused, taking in the breakfast spread before covering her face.

  “You gon’ join me for breakfast, or what? You know I hate cold food.” I told her. She sat her flowers on the stand, and came to kiss me as I pulled her in my lap. We ate with her in my lap, and enjoyed each other’s company. I had a big surprise for her waiting outside the crib and later on tonight.

  “What are you up to, mister?” She asked, as we got dressed and headed outside.

  “I ain’t doing shit, baby.” I told her. We walked outside to my whip. I opened the door and we got in. I dropped her off at Vash’s crib to get her hair done, and told her that her ride would be here at seven. She tongued me down, and got out with her bun on top of her head.

  “I love you, babe. I’ll see you at seven.” She told me, before getting out. I had yet to tell her I love you, because every time I went to say it, she would hurry up and say it, then bounce. Like she had gotten used to me not saying it. I may not have expressed it to her verbally, but I showed her how much I loved her every chance I got. She deserved the world and more, and I planned on showing her that. I was done playing with her, Au’Brielle was gon’ be my wife, and that was a fact.

  Seventeen ~ Au’Brielle

  “Vash, I swear, you came through so clutch. My hair is so pretty, I love it.” I told her.

  “Yass, honey, you are slayed to the gods. You know I don’t usually do hair, but just for you. I pull out my skills. You’re so pretty, Brie. Happy birthday, pooh.” She hugged me.

  “Thanks, sis. I appreciate you so much, honestly. You don’t understand how much. You’re one of the only genuine people in my life, and I appreciate that.” I told her.

  “Stop, bitch, you gon’ make me cry.” She held me.

  “I’m dead serious. I’m so thankful for you! You the sister I never had. The best friend I never thought I’d get.” I told her. We made small talk before we went to my place to find my outfit. After settling on the perfect dress, we went to grab some shoes to match, before going to Nia’s so she could do my nails. I was enjoying hanging with my girls, and I had let Kenzo know where I was, because I wasn’t at Vash’s house anymore. Around seven, I got a text saying your car is awaiting outside.

  “Who the hell is this?” I asked out loud.

  “What, sis?”

  “Girl, somebody talking about your car is awaiting outside. See if it’s a car out there.” I asked Vash. She looked out the window before shrieking.

  “BITCH!” She screamed.

  “What?” I jumped up.

  “It’s a clean ass, bronze colored truck, with a matching bow on top.” Nia added.

  “Shut up!” I stood up and looked out the window.

  “Oh, wow!” I said, shocked. I called Kenzo, because that couldn’t be my ride outside. He didn’t answer, and texted, ‘don’t keep me waiting too long.’ I walked downstairs with my girls, and some man in a suit walked up to me.

  “Here are your keys, Mrs. Rogers. I hope you like the custom paint job and sun roof. We also equipped it with the finest features, along with the premium leather seats.” He started spewing off shit.
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. I sat in my driver’s seat, and immediately melted.

  “Bitch, yo plate say MRSRG3RS. Oh my, this hoe clean!” Vash yelled. I chuckled, and shook my head. After riding with my girls a good ten minutes, I dropped them off and drove home, getting dressed. I was looking too good in my form fitting dress and red bottoms. My hair was slayed to the gods, in a middle part. I was grateful Vash clipped my ends, this was all me, flowing naturally. I walked out to my car and drove to the address Kenzo texted me.

  When I pulled up, he was standing there looking like a fucking snack. Dreads twisted to the back neatly, lined up, beard looking like it’s ready for me to pop a squat. His eyes, it was something different in them, like he was admiring me from head to toe. I ran toward him, hugging him, and attempting to suck his lips off his face.

  “You didn’t have to do none of this for little old me, babe. I can’t believe it. I’m so thankful for you, Kenzo. I really love you, and not just because of this materialistic shit. I hope you know that and understand that. I don’t need none of this, all I want is you, your love, and affection.” I told him. He kissed me.

  “I know that. But I got one more surprise for you.” He grabbed my hand, and walked me up the curb. It was a newly built plaza that I’d been eyeing. We already had our eyes set on a building up north, but this new plaza was the perfect spot. Kenzo took out those keys he gave me earlier, and tossed them to me.

  “Only thing I wanna see you do is win. Tattooing is something you really wanna do, and I know that. I would never take that from you.” He paused.

  “Okay.” I looked at him weirdly.

  “This you.” He told me.

  “Stop playing with me.” My heart dropped. But he was dead ass serious, but I busted out in tears. I couldn’t believe it.

  Best fucking birthday gift, ever! I was forever grateful for Kenzo, and I loved him dearly, not just because of what he did for me. Because he treated me like a queen, and I knew he loved me, even though he couldn’t verbally say it, he showed me everyday how much he loved me.

  Ever since that day, we’d been in here getting our shop ready for business. I had two rooms toward the back, where I would be doing tattoos and piercing. We had gone through the process to getting our business license, and making sure everything was squared away legally. I was so excited, especially seeing how it was turning out. We didn’t have our furniture in yet, because we were getting the flooring put in, and the walls. We were expecting our grand opening in six months at the latest. I was super excited when I sketched up how it should be set up. Of course, they agreed, it was only logical.

  Since I’d been busy opening my own shop, and still working for Zeus, Kenzo had to go out of town for a couple of business meetings with Kenzo. He’d come back early, and tonight, we were having dinner at my place. I was going to cook for him and pass out. I went to the grocery store and got everything I needed to cook for him. I was making some steak, cheesy potatoes, and fresh green beans. When I got home, I finished cooking just when he told me he was on the way. I got in the shower, and as soon as I stepped out, I heard him coming through the door. I put on his t-shirt before walking out and tonguing him down.

  “I’ll make your plate, while you shower.” I told him.

  “Thank you, Angel. It smells good as hell.” He smacked my butt. I rolled my eyes. He came directly from his flight to my house. His suitcase had the tags and stuff on it. It made me smile, because we were together every day, it was almost scary. It was like he used to be resistant to all of this, but now he was just so loving and affectionate. I loved every minute of it, he made me feel comfortable to be myself around him. That’s all a girl could ever ask for.

  After I made our plates, we sat on the couch, drinking wine and scarfing down our food. He was tearing his entire plate up. Kenzo was a big man, and I had to get used to making more food for him, because I was so used to it just being me. He chugged his water as I turned on the TV so we could find something to watch. He came and sprawled out on the couch as I climbed on top of him, getting comfortable. He was watching some show on TV, before he randomly started thinking out loud.

  “I’m tired of this shit.” He spoke.

  “What shit, babe?” I asked.

  “I been thinking about getting a new crib.” He started.

  “Okay, what’s wrong with your house now?” I asked.

  “Nothing, I just want something new, with you.” He said, focused on the TV. I stared up at him, and he looked down at me with those sexy ass eyes.

  “Huh? You ready to move in with me?” I asked.

  “Nah, I want us to boss up together.” He smirked.

  “Boss up together, as in get a new, nicer home together?”

  “Yeah, girl.” He chuckled.

  “But what does that mean?” I asked.

  “I like coming home and waking up to your angelic face every morning and night. Something about you, got me stuck.” He paused, staring down at me. My heart was fluttering, I fucking loved that he just blatantly expressed himself. He allowed himself to be vulnerable, but was still the man in the relationship.

  “I love you, Au’Brielle.” He looked me in my eye, and I swear, my eyes filled with tears.

  “I love you too, La’Kenzo.” I smiled.

  “I love you so much more, Angel. You’ll never understand.” He pecked my forehead. I was stuck, stuck on stupid. I had no words to say, I was in a bliss.

  “Whenever you ready to get a crib, let me know. I know I’m a difficult person to deal with, but I try with you. You the only person I care about, if you not good, then I’m not good. You got my heart, Angel, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I know I ain’t ever letting yo ass go.” He told me. I just smiled, looking up at him.

  “I ain’t letting you go either!” I pecked his lips.

  “I’mma go get my laptop, so we can find a realtor.” I got up, and he smiled hugely.

  ***

  Between house hunting with Kenzo, and dealing with everything else, I stayed with a headache. My period had came, and I was moody as hell. Kenzo was over me and my attitude, it was comical. I was cramping so bad, but I was fighting through the pain. I got a call from my stepmom, saying she wanted to reconcile with me alone and apologize for everything and make it right. After my last appointment, I met up with her, and instantly regretted it as I sat down.

  “Well, hello, daughter.” She spoke.

  “I’m tired, I just don’t have the energy to fight anymore.” I told her.

  “I understand that. But if you don’t listen, and listen clearly, your little hoodlum’s livelihood is in jeopardy.” She started. Aaron sat there staring at me before finally speaking up.

  “You look amazing, Au’Brielle. I just want to let you know I apologize for everything that went wrong in our relationship. I take responsibility in messing that up, but if you’d just give me another chance-” He started, but I interrupted him. I put my hand up.

  “There’s no more chances to give, Aaron. I’m happily in relationship, and I’m not going to mess that up for something I know won’t work. I’m done with this conversation.” I went to stand, but my stepmother sat me back down.

  “Now, listen, little spoiled, bitch.” She started.

  “I’m done listening to you. I’ve listened to you my whole life, while you’ve manipulated me and my damn father. You may still have him on the strings, but them bitches were cut from my arms and legs a long time ago. You have no control or say so in my life anymore. Goodbye.” I told her, and walked out of the restaurant.

  I got in my car, heading to my baby’s house to shower, and get in his bed. Luckily, he was hanging with his boys tonight, so I wouldn’t have to deal with him, and I could just go to sleep. When I got done, I grabbed my ice cream out the freezer and went to watch TV on the couch until I finished my ice cream. I eventually dozed off.

  “Nigga, that’s what the fuck I was trying to tell you!” I heard a loud voice come in the house
saying.

  “Y’all niggas loud. My baby upstairs sleep. Shut yo drunk ass up.” I heard Kenzo snap.

  “My baby upstairs sleep. Man, you fucking whipped. She fine as fuck though, with a fat ass, so I guess I’d be sprung too.” It sounded like Pierre’s loud mouth ass.

  “You must got a death wish. Don’t say shit else about my woman, nigga, and I mean that.” Kenzo spat.

  “See what I mean, Trell? Nigga fucking whipped.”

  “Man, leave that man be.” Trell laughed.

  “Shit, can’t be too whipped, the way that stripper had him about to risk it all.” They all chuckled.

  “I wasn’t about risk shit, you sound stupid.” Kenzo told him.

  “She did have a fat ass though.” Kenzo added.

  “Well, you should’ve risked it all then, with yo dumb ass. You ain’t gon’ never get no woman, cause you still act like a horny ass teenager. You bring yo eggplant shaped head ass in here all loud, while people trying to sleep. I swear, they need to put a muzzle on yo dog ass!” I snapped on all of them, as I grabbed my blanket and went upstairs, slamming the bedroom door before flopping in the bed.

  I checked my phone, and Vash texted me asking if I wanted to go shopping with her for the baby shower stuff tomorrow. I told her of course, before hubby texted ‘I love you.’ I rolled my eyes, and sat my phone down. He texted me again. ‘You still love me?’ I left him on read again, before he walked in the room, while Pierre’s ugly ass was still downstairs hollering about something.

  “I said, do you still love me?” He asked.

  “Kenzo, gone. I got a headache, and you tipsy, getting on my damn nerves na.” I told him. He flopped on the bed, and I went off on him.

  “Get yo dirty ass out the bed. I just washed the sheets, and you been hugged up with strippers all night!” I told him.