Damn, she mumbled, realizing that Lamar had heard her. She watched him smile. Standing in the doorway biting on her bottom lip, she was becoming aroused. Lamar's short, stocky frame always made her pussy wet. With the extra muscles he added on while incarcerated, though, her attraction to him increased.
Lamar stood on the porch with his eyes locked onto hers. They held hers in a trance. The street lamp provided perfect lighting to his complexion and the neatness of his shoulder length dreadlocks. His body was covered in tattoos from his face to his feet, wearing the words NOT GUILTY tattooed over his eyebrows.
"Damn, wassup, dust bunny? You gonna let me in or what?" Lamar asked, licking his bottom lip. Pure seduction.
"Yeah, come in, damn, you get on my nerves," Nikia replied, realizing how badly he aroused her.
"Ain't nothing I can't fix." Lamar gave her a confident glare. "I bought you something. Here." He handed over a pink Victoria's Secret bag.
"So, you think you can disappoint me, buy me gifts, and everything is everything?"
"Naw, but I know I can give you some of this dick and make you forget everything," he replied with the confidence that true alpha-males possessed. He spun Nikia around, hugged her from behind, and made their way inside.
The modest home was charming and much better than their projects digs, although they were still close to it. The house was an exact replica of the others on the block. Tight and tastefully decorated, the living room contained an overstuffed faux-leather sofa and two side chairs upholstered in a floral print, one with a matching ottoman. Cotton throw pillows were thrown here and there, and a crystal vase with faux flowers sat on one of the end tables. Although the spacious duplex was nicely decorated, Lamar felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
They were met by Nikia's mother, seated on the sofa in her house robe. She watched her favorite reality TV show while devouring a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. He interrupted her me time by kneeling down and giving her a firm hug.
"What's up, mom?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh, God, they done let out the Grim Reaper." She laughed.
All three of them did.
Lamar's mother and father were abusive to one another, and he lost both of them when he was five-years-old; his mother choked to death by his father, and a week later, his father was murdered by drug dealers that he owed money. Tragedy forced Lamar into boarding school until he was twelve. Tired of being picked on by the other children for wearing tattered clothing, Lamar ran away and moved in with Gunna and his mother for a while. At sixteen, he moved in with Nikia and her mother and been with them since.
"Yeah, mom, they let this creep out earlier," Nikia said, "and he better stay out."
"Uh huh. I see you done got all muscular. I hope you gon' leave them guns and them fools alone."
He nodded. That wasn't happening. Ten-million.
She continued. "You'll be twenty-one in a few months. I don't want to hear about you getting locked up again. That'll break my heart." Nikia's mother had a firm spirit and didn't bite her tongue. Although she was a professional woman, she used to be a firecracker.
"Yeah, I know," Lamar replied as sincerely as he could.
He wanted the lecture to end so that he could get upstairs to Nikia to put her flame out. She had awaited this day as much as he had because she was a rider by doing any and everything that he needed and wanted to be done. She exposed her loyalty by assuring him that he could count on her at any time. Nikia loved everything about him. From his walk to the name he had made for himself in Bartram Village and the surrounding streets. His tattoos to the clothes he wore. Just the way he rocked his shirt unbuttoned, his V-neck T-shirt underneath, his fitted hat tilted to the back of his head, and usually a big gun on his hip. It all turned her on immensely. Although she would never tell him how much she liked his hardcore ways, she could not deny how much she loved his swag.
Lamar opened the bedroom door, strolled in, and found Nikia on her bed reading a piece of mail.
"Baby, wassup?" he asked, falling down on the bed beside her.
Nikia twirled her long, silky, black hair around a high-yellow finger. In heels, Nikia stood five-feet-six, and she could look right into his eyes. He liked that, but her height was incidental to her overall appeal. Her dark eyes danced with sincerity, a sharp compliment to her fair skin. Nice lips, he thought, and full.
She looked up at Lamar, and said, "I'm just reading a piece of mail from my dad."
"Your daddy right here," he said with a frown on his face. "I know you ain't trying to play me throwing no other man in my face?"
"Hell no. My real dad."
"Huh?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "I thought your mom always told you that he was dead?" He was puzzled.
"Calm down. She did, but, she lied to me. He's been in jail for a murder from before I was born," she said forlornly, looking at the floor. "My mom hated him so much that she lied to me and everyone. He had one of his sisters track me down. She found me at my school and gave me a letter from him and an old picture of him rubbing my mom's belly with me inside." She looked up and tears ran down her face.
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Damn, baby.” He had no idea how to console anyone. "It's going to be aight. You go to school?"
"Yes, I enrolled into Temple U. Since, I couldn't visit you, I needed something to do. I missed you so much, Lamar. Soon, I may have two strong men in my life. I really hope that he makes parole and come home one day soon." Her voice was full of optimism as he stared at a Polaroid photo of her father taken when she was still in her mother's womb.
"That's ya pop, right there?" Lamar asked, pointing at the picture.
"Yeah."
"Let me see." He grabbed the photo and put it next to Nikia's face. She began to wipe her tears away.
"Oh, so this is where you get that big ass head and light skin from." Lamar joked in an attempt to lift her spirits.
She laughed.
He said, "Don't trip, boo. That parole shit just takes a minute. He'll be home, though."
She was smiling. "I sure do hope so. Its been two whole decades since he's been away."
Without another word, Lamar placed his gun under his pillow and removed his shirt. He knew how to make her better. He walked to where Nikia sat and stood between her legs with a bulge in the front of his pants. Taking the hint, she unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Once she had a handful of his manhood, she teased him by putting her warm mouth around its tip, before stopping to give Lamar an alluring look. She then rose and walked to the door, securing the lock.
Nikia placed her back to the door to take in the breathtaking body of her man. When she returned to his side, she pushed him on his back, dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth again. This time slowly, moving more of him down her throat. Lamar groaned until he finally exploded. She swallowed.
He got up and turned Nikia around, pushing her on all fours. Her ass pressed against him and he massaged her firm breasts. Grabbing his manhood, he circled the head at the opening of her center. She reached back and tickled his balls before she rubbed his length. She leads the head inside of her and he rammed his entire stick balls-deep inside of her. Starting to kiss all over her neck and back, he used a thumb to flick her clitoris, forcing her to push back and open her legs wider, creating more access to him.
Lamar growled between strokes, vigorously pounded her guts, and pulled her hair to slam inside her. She collapsed onto her stomach from the force. He fell with her and was long enough to continue to stroke her as she laid on her stomach. She purred blissfully.
