Chapter 17
Kim looked back at Lamar as he pounded away, stuffing his long, hard dick in and out of her from the back. She held on to the headboard with one hand, and then reached under her and began playing with her clit with the other hand.
Lamar raised his hand and smacked the top of Kim’s ass as he continued to stroke deeply into her guts.
Morning sex was the best for Kim. She couldn’t lie; Lamar had that golden dick, and he knew how to work it. It was starting to become addictive, but she wasn’t willing just yet to allow him to dictate the rules.
“Damn, Kim!” Lamar said, looking down at his shiny, wet dick going in and out of her.
Kim knew that he was about to cum. She looked back at him and began throwing her ass back at him. She too was about to cum, and preferred that they did it at the same time.
“Take dis dick!” Lamar said, speeding up his strokes. He raised his hand and smacked the top of her ass again.
Kim’s walls tightened up, and a river of her juices lubricated his dick. He couldn’t hold off any longer. Her pussy was too wet. He started banging away until he splashed his thick white cum inside of her.
Kim could feel the warmth of his fluids filling her insides, which almost made her want to keep going. “Damn, boy!” she said, pulling away from him and releasing his dick from her suction.
Lamar flopped down on the bed, expecting her to do the same, but she didn’t. Not this time. She wanted to make it very clear that she was running the show, and not him.
She got off the bed, dressed, and was headed out the door within thirty seconds of Lamar cumming inside of her. This was her way of establishing the tempo and not allowing her feelings to get involved.
What this did for Lamar was the total opposite, though.
* * *
Tammy woke up to Sinniyyah trying to eat her face. All she could feel were her wet gums and the spit running down the side of her face. It actually kind of tickled a little. “NaNa, what’re you doin’!” Tammy giggled while her baby sucked on her face.
Sinniyyah was so cute. Right now she was probably the best thing Chris had ever done for her, and it was times like this when she appreciated him for that. A lot of the love she had for him came from their kids, and there wasn’t a second that went by that Tammy didn’t look at them and then start to think about Chris.
She looked over at her cell phone vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed. She grabbed it, looked at the screen, and saw that the number was unavailable. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that it was Chris calling. It was crazy how she was just thinking about him, and now he was calling.
She stared at the phone, not knowing whether to answer it. She hadn’t spoken to him in a few weeks, so she didn’t know how the conversation was going to turn out. But after a few more rings, she decided to answer it.
“You have a prepaid call. You will not be charged for this call,” the prerecorded voice announced.
Tammy pushed 5 to stop the automated system. “Hey!” she answered as she shifted Sinniyyah to the other side of the bed.
“So I see you’re doin’ ya thing out there, pulling up in new cars and shit like that,” Chris said.
Tammy knew that was going to get around to him eventually. His mom told him everything that was going on with Tammy and the kids. The only thing about his mother was that she blew things out of proportion sometimes. “It’s not like that, Chris,” Tammy responded.
“Yeah? Well, I hope things work out between y’all two,” Chris said in a slick tone.
Tammy saw that he was trying to be smart, so she copped an attitude real fast. “Is this what you called here for, Chris?” she snapped. “How about ya kids? You haven’t said one word about them!” she went on.
Chris knew that his kids were good. He had just seen them last week. He was more concerned about who Tammy was messing around with while he was locked up. At the same time, he didn’t feel like arguing with her either. There was no way he could win, nor would it help the situation. “Man, I’m not tryin’ to fight with you, Tam. All I’m saying is that I hope dude is making you happy.”
“Who are you talkin’ about, Chris? I’m not messing with anybody. My friend let me use his car to drop the kids off to your mom. I know she said something to you. She needs to mind her own damn—”
“Watch ya fuckin’ mouth, Tammy! Don’t get beside yaself! That’s my mom you’re talkin’ about!” Chris blasted, checking her before she got any further out of pocket.
“Well, she should have thought about that when she was harboring ya little secret,” Tammy responded, but not in a nasty way. She definitely still felt some type of way about the whole situation. There wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t. She had always thought that Chris was different from the rest of the men out there, but as it turned out, he was just like most of them: unfaithful, untrue, and very disrespectful.
“Look, Tam. I see you got ya life in order right now, and I really don’t wanna be a burden to you. I guess you can say that I’m officially letting you go. I’m not gonna call you and bother you anymore. You don’t even gotta worry about dropping the kids off to my mom so she can bring them up here.”
“Hold up! Wait, Chris. You don’t have to do all that,” Tammy said, hearing the sincerity in his voice. She could hear the change in the way he was speaking and in his attitude when he said that. He sounded sad and tired. She’d never heard him sound so down.
“Take care of yourself, Tammy. Good-bye,” he said, then hung up the phone before she could say anything else.
All that hardcore shit that Tammy was talking was now out the door. The shit had gotten real, and she was already feeling the effects of what just happened. Not only was Chris done with her, he was also done with the kids, and that’s what hurt the most.
* * *
Ralphy thought that killing Dre would make him feel better, and it did a little, but it still didn’t take away the fact that Lisa had cheated on him. The pain from that remained in his heart.
“Ralphy, what’s good, homie?” Lamar yelled before Ralphy got up the steps.
“What it do, Mar?” he shot back after turning around.
“Yo, I need to holla at you about something,” Lamar said, walking across the street. “Ay yo, I’m in a li’l dilemma right now,” he said, looking from left to right to make sure that it was just them out there.
Ralphy looked around too with one eyebrow up.
“Yo, I need you to keep this between me and you, brah,” Lamar said. “You know I’m fuckin’ Kim right now,” he said with a big-ass smile on his face.
“Oh, yeah? I thought y’all was just roommates,” Ralphy inquired.
“Yeah, we were. But guess what?” he said, looking around again. “Yo, I’m fuckin’ Falisha, too, homie!” Lamar told him, sticking his hand out for some dap.
“Damn! You fucked Falisha and Kim? What in da hell can ya dilemma possibly be?” Ralphy asked.
Kim was a nice-looking chick with a sexy body. She had a good job, and there weren’t too many niggas who could say that they hit it. She was more of a conservative chick, and was very careful of who she dealt with. A lot of niggas tried, but most of them failed.
Falisha, on the other hand, was bad in every sense of the word. Her body was crazy thick, and she was cute in the face. She didn’t have a job, nor could she cook that well, but she was young enough to mold, and she had the potential to be loyal.
“Homie, I think I’m in love with both of those bitches, ya feel me?” Lamar said, rubbing his hands together.
Ralphy scratched his head. He was having trouble staying in love with one girl, and here Lamar was, trying to love two women.
“I know eventually I’ma have to pick one of ’em. I just don’t know who,” Lamar said with a confused look on his face.
Ralphy shook his head and chuckled. He really didn’t know what to tell Lamar. Females and love were the last things on his mind right now. But he had to tell Lamar something. He came to him for some advice, and that’s what he was going to get.
Ralphy dug deep down and put as much of his own situation to the side, and then found some good words to say. “Whoever you feel can complete you, that’s who you should be with,” he said, sticking his hand out for a dap, which Lamar gave him in agreement.
On that note, Ralphy went into his house, and Lamar walked back across the street thinking about what Ralphy had just said. “The one who can complete me,” Lamar mumbled to himself as he took a seat on the steps.
Just as he sat down, Kim came out of the house, on her way to work. She had on a black Balenciaga leather pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of Yves Saint Laurent peep-toe pumps.
She looked a little overdressed for work, which made Lamar raise an eyebrow. “You goin’ to work like that?” he asked, standing up to get a better look at her, and also to help her down the steps in her heels.
“Boy, you ain’t my man. Don’t worry about how I’m dressed,” she playfully snapped back at him as she walked toward her car. “And don’t wait up, ’cause I got a date tonight.” She smiled right before she got into her car.
Lamar just sat there. He didn’t know how to respond to that. All he knew was that he didn’t like the sound of her going out on a date.