Thug Matrimony (30 page)

He rambled on, but Kaylin was no longer listening, lost in his own web of thoughts. He now felt fucked up. It all came together at that very moment. The urgency of why they wanted him to carry out the hit, why Papi was in the photos in front of the office building.
What else do they want from me? Why would they put me in the middle of this? Now I have to look at this man every day, knowing that I killed his father. Can I do that?

“Boss man, boss man. Are you listening to me? What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to dump my sorrows in your lap, but I needed to unload that shit.” He snapped Kaylin out of his reverie. Kaylin was staring Papi dead in the eyes. Eyes that were filled with guilt.

As Papi looked back into Kaylin’s eyes he asked, “Why are you looking at me like that? Are you okay? You look as if your best friend just died, yo.”

Damn.

K
aylin pulled up into his driveway. The clock on the dashboard read 2:47 a.m. He deaded the engine, opened the ashtray, and pulled out what was left of his blunt. He was already toasted. He just left his thugged-out bachelor’s party the crew threw for him … once again. What was he doing sitting in his driveway, when there were a bunch of strippers, weed, drinks, music, his peeps, and his fam kickin’ it big time? Simple. He needed to fuck his wife.

While she was away on her therapeutic vacation he was getting the ultimate hip-hop fairy-tale wedding together. Yeah, he went all out, but he owed her that much and refused to give her anything less. She had only been back for a week and they both had been ripping and running and it was time to slow things down. Hell, these last nine months, they never took time out to make slow passionate love. It’d been drama, chaos, ripping and running.

From what he could see, the trip had done her well. After all, she was pretty shaken. And once Mrs. Smith found out what had happened, she was even more shaken. She and her mother both willingly talked with a therapist. And with Jaz, and Kyra hanging out with them Angel sort of just bounced back to her normal self.

He had to give it to her. A true ride-or-die chick. She put her life and freedom on the line and went out like a gangsta. He could say that shit now … that the whole Snake ordeal was over. But at the time when everything was going down, he was pissed the fuck off and ready to rock the both of them to sleep.

He put some fire to the blunt and took a couple of pulls. Shit had been crazy since he quote, unquote got out of the game. Starting with niggas bum-rushing his wedding, Trae getting shot up, Lil’ E still in the hospital, him taking out a made guy who was the father to his star artist, his wife killing a nigga … damn. The only thing missing was him moving weight. He shook that thought off, deaded the blunt, and got out of his ride thinking,
Is there really such a thing as out of the game?

Stepping up onto the porch, he could hear the music. Her bachelorette party. It sounded more crunk than his bachelor’s party. Slipping the key into the lock, he quietly crept in and locked the door behind him. Peeking into the living room, he saw the ladies getting busy on the dance floor. Angel’s mother was the ringleader. They had two male strippers who they were taking turns dancing with. He even found and sent for Angel’s cousin DeElla Favors from Tennessee. It was worth it when he saw the look on her face when she stepped into the house. She was getting crunk on the dance floor with the strippers and had a drink in each hand. I wonder what Faheem and Marvin would say if they walked in on this? Jaz and Kyra were really wildin’ out.

“Brace yo’self, fool!” Angel held a bottle of beer pressed to his back as if it was a gun. “What you doin’ creepin’ around my property? Who sent you?” He went to turn around and she pressed the beer harder into his back. “Uh-uh-nigga. Don’t move. You could be packing some heat for all I know.” She eased the bottle down onto the floor. “Assume the position.” She patted the inside of his thigh, causing him to spread his legs. “Hands on the wall. Now!” He did as he was told.

She began to sensually frisk him, rubbing all across his chest
and shoulders. “Damn, you are built. I like what I’m feeling … a lot. Are you married?”

“Yes, ma’am, happily.”

“Then where’s your wedding ring?” She was still massaging his chest and then slid around to his back. “Oooh. Nice strong back. I like that. The ring. Where is it?”

“My wife has it. We’re having a phat wedding ceremony tomorrow.”

“I see.” Her hands were making seductive motions across his abs. “Nice abs.”

“What are you looking for, ma’am? I’m not carrying any heat.”

“Then what’s this?” She slid her soft hands down his boxers and up the length of his dick.

“That’s my nightstick, ma’am.” He closed his eyes as she stroked him the way he liked to be stroked.

“And who do you plan on using this nightstick on?” She was rubbing the precum over the head.

“I wouldn’t ask that question if I was you, ma’am.”

“Oh, you’re getting smart? Turn around, nigga. And do it slow. Keep your hands in the air.”

He did as he was told, dick throbbing, making a huge tent in his sweatpants. He looked down and smiled at his wife. Her see-through blouse was tight over her hard nipples and she had on a short-ass miniskirt that barely covered her ass.

“Keep your hands up while I check out this nightstick.” She slid his boxers and sweats down a little over his ass and pulled out his dick. “Oh, shit, mister. I am really liking what I see.” She began stroking him with both hands. “This … is … a … big nightstick,” she purred. “You’re making me want to fuck you.” The music in the background stopped and they could hear each other’s heavy breathing; then it started back up. He watched her slide down in a crouch position and put him in her mouth with one hand and start to play with her pussy with the other.

“Oh … sss …” Kaylin groaned as he put one hand on her
head, trying to get her to swallow some more of him while he got really turned on as she fingered her pussy. “Damn, Ma … you killin’ me.” When he put the other hand on her head she eased his dick from her throat. “Ahhh … shit, that was feeling damn good.”

She slowly stood up and slowly headed for the stairs. “Ma, you killin’ me! Where you going? Stop playin’, Red.” He was holding on to his dick as his eyes worked his way from her four-inch stilettos, crept up those long, sexy legs to her ass cheeks hanging out of that skirt. Halfway up the stairs he couldn’t take any more and grabbed her around her waist. Yanking the tiny skirt over her ass, he bent her over.

“Baby, my mom …” He was already ramming his dick into her hot, juicy pussy. “Oh … oh … oh … damn … shit mutha-fuck … give me that dick … oh, Daddy, long-stroke this … shit… give me that big fat dick … yes … good … Daddy …” He was fuckin’ her so good she was talking out of her head. He was holding on to her hips with both hands ramming her without mercy. “Oh, shit!” she screamed as she started cumming.

Jaz stuck her head out into the hallway. When she saw Angel bent over, and Kaylin bangin’ that pussy, she said, “Ooohkay!” and went back into the party.

Kaylin was still holding on tight, digging deep.

“Angel,” Mrs. Smith yelled, sticking her head out into the hallway.

“Ma’am.” She tried to stand up real quick. Kaylin was trying to pull his sweats over his ass while shielding her body and leading her up the stairs.

“Is that the baby I hear screaming?”

“No, Mommy,” she barely got out.

Mrs. Smith was staring at them suspiciously. Then she finally said, “Okay,” and went back into the party.

“See what you made me do?” Kaylin told her. “You almost got us busted, and by your mother!” He pulled his dick back out and tried to bend her over again.

“Kaylin,” she giggled. “No. Come on now. We have a bedroom. I got you.”

“You better have me. And tell me why you’re not down there enjoying your bachelorette party. I went through the trouble of getting y’all some faggot-ass strippers. Why you ain’t down there putting money in their G-strings like the rest of them?” he teased as he kissed her neck.

“Because I had to feed and put your nosy daughter to sleep. Then I had to put on sumthin nice just for you. I knew you would be creeping around here before the night was over.” She looked behind her and smiled at him.

“Oh, did you? And how did you know that?” He turned her loose so that he could gaze at her luscious ass.

“I knew those strippin’ bitches would get you all worked up and we know that only Mami can give you the fix that you need. Nigga, I know my husband.” She grinned seductively at him over her shoulder. She entered the bedroom with Kaylin on her ass. He closed the door and locked it.

She slowly took off his sweatsuit jacket and hung it up. Then she watched him as he went over to Jahara’s crib in the adjacent bedroom. “How long has my precious Angel been asleep?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her.

“About a half hour. She just went right before you came in,” she told him as she admired him admiring his baby. She then left him in Jahara’s room and sat on the bed. “Come here. I told you that I’m not through with you. Let me give you what I’ve been dying to give you before she wakes up.” He looked over at her. “Come here. You know you don’t have any business here anyways,” she teased. “You know it’s bad luck to see the bride the night before the wedding. You think we would have it right by now.”

He leaned over, grabbed her ass, and kissed her soft lips, her chin, her throat, back to her mouth. “We are already married, remember? So, technically, you aren’t even a bride,” he teased back.

“Whatever, nigga. I’ll be a bride in the next few hours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed her softly on the lips. “That was an intense fuck on the stairs. I really liked that shit.”

“Me too. But I still want to do a little sumthin more to you. I’m not finished with you yet.”

“What do you want to do to Daddy?” He kissed her again, this time playing with her tongue, doing a sensual tango. “Daddy needs a lot, you know he’s been stressing over putting this wedding together.”

“Nigga, please. You ain’t did nothing. Courtney’s been doing everything.”

Kaylin chuckled. “Oh, so you just gonna blow up my spot like that?”

“It is what it is, negro.”

They kissed again. “Well, I’m still stressing, so get back to telling Daddy what you want to do to him.” He tasted her neck and hungrily nibbled over to her throat. “'Cause Daddy knows what he wants to do to Mommy.”

“And what’s that, Daddy?”

“Daddy wants to make love to you right now.”

“No, Daddy. We have all the time in the world to make love. Tonight I want you to fuck me. Fuck me long and hard. But first, I want to suck Daddy real nice like and make him bust all in my mouth,” she purred, causing his dick to twitch.

“I think he heard that.” He stood up, looked down at his hard-on, and then back at Angel. “Yeah, he heard you.”

She tugged at his waistband and pulled him closer. She scooted up to the edge of the bed, causing her skirt to rise all the way up. Kaylin looked down and could see a peek of her pussy, causing his dick to get even harder.

“Oooh, Daddy.” She made a swift motion, pushing his baggy sweats and boxers down over his ass. She leaned over and grabbed the jar of chocolate cream that she had on the night stand. She opened it and scooped some up with her fingers and began to
massage some onto his dick. “Oooh, baby, I can’t wait to suck this off.” She smiled as she stroked him, stretching him all the way out.

“Now, this is the shit I’m talking about. Look at this,” he moaned as he glanced down at her glossed-up lips and pretty fingers wrapped around his dick.

“I’ma make him dance.” She stroked him harder and flicked the head with her tongue, causing Kaylin to wiggle his toes. She stroked, and flicked, stroked, flicked, wrapped her lips around the head, teasing it with a hot, juicy mouth. “Mmmmm, you taste good, Daddy.”

Kaylin grunted and closed his eyes as she fondled his nuts and sucked him harder, swallowing him deeper, moaning as if she was waiting on this dick all of her life.

He grunted again, not wanting to scream like a bitch. “Suck it, baby,” he commanded. His dick was now all the way down her throat, and both of his hands grabbed on to her head as he pumped in and out, a nice thrusting rhythm, fucking her mouth, harder, faster, harder, his climax rising, feeling so good … rising, knees buckling, nut cumming. “Shit, oh, shit! Unggghh!” Buckets … that’s what it felt like to him … buckets of cum oozing, shooting from his dick. He got that off, his legs now feeling like rubber.

She moaned and moaned as she felt him squirt down her throat and then slowly eased him out of her mouth, sucking lightly. As his breathing turned from ragged to almost normal, she sucked him to a semierection. Good enough to get her started.

“Damn, Ma. I am so in love with you,” he whispered.

She eased him all the way out of her mouth, leaned back on her elbows, propping her legs up on the edge of the bed. He eased down onto his knees, ran two fingers up into her pussy, and heard her gasp. She closed her eyes as his thumb massaged her clit and his fingers worked her pussy. “Ssssss, baby,” she purred.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“I love you.”

“I ain’t asked you that.” He slapped her ass.

“Oh God … Dad … eee … yours … it’s yours,” she squealed as he leaned over and lapped her clit, faster, pressing his fingers deeper, faster. “I’m cum … ing.” Her legs twitched and kicked as she fell backward.

He lifted her blouse and his mouth moved over her breasts, hungrily, as her body calmed from the orgasmic-induced trembles.

She pulled him up and their mouths met, kissing eagerly … hungrily. He broke loose, stood up, and damn near ripped off her blouse. “Turn over,” he commanded.

Pulling her skirt up over her ass and admiring the view, he stroked himself. Angel glanced back at him, spread her legs wider, and purred, “Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me.”

Kaylin grabbed her hips and thrust hard, only to insert the head of his dick in, and pulled it back out, causing tingling sensations to tickle her pussy and nipples. She bit down on her bottom lip as Kaylin squeezed her ass while she remained doggied up with a juicy, dripping pussy.