Page 59 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“Oh! Meek!”She squealed; she liked that shit.
Whippingmy throbbing dick from my pants I searched the top drawer for a condom and put it on with one hand before plunging my dick in her slippery walls. She was so wet and horny she was panting like a dog in heat.
“Shit!”She yelled and I didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure, I didn’t give a fuck. Since she wanted to get fucked that’s what I did. I pulled out and rammed my dick into her as hard as I could at a very fast pace as her head bobbled on the desk.
“Yes, Meek! Yes Meek!”She screamed.
“Shut the fuck up!”I told her, it was pissing me off that she was enjoying this shit. I took all of my frustrations out on her, every fucking thing. I rather been home making love to my girl, but this is what I was stuck with. For the next ten minutes all I heard was the sounds of our skin smacking, my groans, grunts, and her moaning.
“I’m cumming Meek!”She shook uncontrollably and right when she said that, so was I.
“Ahhhh!”I grunted squeezing the fuck out the back of her neck. I was breathing hard; she was breathing hard. The sensor light by the window came on causing us both to look over. The shit I just did really hurt me, but nothing hurt worse than watching the look of horror on Kisha’s face. Brittany smiled with a look of satisfaction as Kisha ran off.
I stuckmy dick back in my pants and hauled ass up out of there trying to catch her. “Kisha! Kisha baby, hold up!” I ran full speed in the dark chasing her taillights as far as I could. It was too late, she was gone. “Fuck!” I swung in the air.
I ran backto the shop to lock up. I needed to get home, and I needed to get home like ASAP. “Get the fuck out!” I told Brittanywho was still fixing herself. She didn’t say shit, not one fucking word. She must’ve seen the killer look in my eyes. She grabbed her bag and left in peace. I sped all the way home running through red lights on the way. I’d just have to take care of those tickets later.
Imaginemy surprise to see Miami-Dade police in front of my shit when I got home. What the fuck? I hopped out leaving the engine running and ran up as far as they would let me go. “Get yo fucking hands off of me! I live here.” I said to the bitch ass cop.
“Letthe lady leave in peace sir. She called and said she needed us here in order for her to leave since she was in fear of her life.”
“Fear of her life?That’s bullshit! This is a misunderstanding just let me talk to her. Kisha!” I said trying to get past the two big ass officers. She ignored me with tears running down her face while walking back and forth loading her car with bags.
“Sir,don’t make a scene. This is a warning.”
“The fuck you mean?!That’s my girl and she’s carrying my baby! How the fuck would you feel if your pregnant girl was trying to leave you? Kisha! Talk to me baby, please don’t do this!” I was on the verge of tears my damn self. I couldn’t lose Kisha again; that was like losing my life.
She refusedto look at me; she held her back with one hand and held a bag with another. One of the officers assisted her moving what she wanted to move. I had to do something. I called Mya.“Mya! I need your help man! Kisha is trying to leave me Mya, come talk to her!” I begged.
“What?”She asked with attitude. “I love you Meek but I’m not helping yo ass. She’s leaving you? Well rightfully so. How dare you.” She hung up on me.
“Shit!”When I looked up again, Kisha was in her car backing out the driveway and heading down the street. In the blink of an eye, I was about to lose my whole fucking family behind a bitch I didn’t even want.
THOUGHTS FROM BRITTANY
I lay on my bed inside my efficiency smoking a fat ass joint. I was beyond satisfied. The look on Kisha’s face was priceless. I almost wanted to cum all over myself again when I saw the look of hurt on her face. Who the fuck did she think she was? My brothers were dead, my mama was dead, and I was out here alone. Now, in the beginning I was pissed about Trent getting killed by the hands of Meek’s ass and I thought it would be pretty easy to get Meek where I wanted him to kill his ass. I wasn’t a real killer; I was thinking maybe poison or some shit. It was just my luck that the more I was around him, and the more he didn’t want me, the more I fell in love with him.
That was life, I accepted it, after he was nice enough to help me the couple of times he helped, I wasn’t thinking about hurting him anymore. It’s not like I was that close to either one of my brothers anyway. However, Kisha? That bitch had to feel me. She thought she was going to be around here happily ever after and that wasn’t the case. I was miserable as shit. I had to put in work to get as close to them as I did. The toughest shit ever was to black my own eyes and convince Meek that my ex did it. My plan was to actually start fucking him long ago, he just wasn’t aseasy as I thought. To have Kisha witness me fucking him on the first night it actually happened put me in a pure bliss. Now she could feel some of the pain I felt in my everyday life.
I knew I was definitely out of a job now and I was fine with that. I was in love with Meek’s mean ass, but I was taught to let go when I needed too. My mission was accomplished. I’d wait at least a week and go clean my office out before they put my shit out. I just needed shit to cool off first. As far as I was concerned, fuck Kisha and fuck who didn’t like it. I fucked her man, and she watched; mission was more than accomplished. She would remember this the rest of her fucking life. If ya’ll don’t like it, fuck ya’ll too.
CHAPTER 25
“Ihope Meek doesn’t find me here.” I cried when I showed up on Victoria’s doorstep. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be standing here. Going to a room wasn’t an option because he would find me, and going to Mya’s house was a bigger mistake because that’s the first place he would look. I knew for a fact he didn’t know where Victoria had just moved to, and he wouldn’t expect me to be here anyway. I just needed somewhere to lay low until I found a little place to call my own.
Victoria wasn’t expectingme show up so when she opened the door, she only wore a robe with her hair in rollers. It was crazy that she was supposed to be chilling but she still had on her flea market jewelry. Her apartments were kind of rough and ratchet, but I was used to this anyway, I grew up in this kind of environment. I didn’t expect anything more when she said she was moving on 95thStreet anyway.
She flickedthe cigarette bud in the grass. “What happened to you?” She asked.
I couldn’t even talk,all I could do was cry. The hurt, I couldn’t explain it. The shit was like something I’ve never experienced before. I knew this sounded crazy as hell, but I rather be raped by Clint all over again, before experiencing this kind of pain. This was on a different level. I dropped my head trying to hide the remainder of my tears.
“Shit Kisha.”She said grabbing my hand. “Get your butt in here. Stand right here and let me get my company out of here.” She said leaving me by the door. I noticed two dudes sitting on the couch playing the play station system while cursing each other out. They were young just like she liked them.
She steppedover the system with her fuzzy bedroom slippers and turned the TV off before facing them. “Ya’ll gotta go, get the fuck out I have a family situation going on right now.” She said.
“Damn Vicki!”The taller dude said throwing his arms up. “You fucking trippin’ I had money on this game.”
The other one chuckled.“Don’t matter, she saved yo ass nigga, cause you was losing any fucking way.”
