Turned out by his hood m.., p.9
Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 2, page 9
Yo, when I say I loved the fuck out of that girl, I mean that shit. I was going through something right now that was so deep, so fuckin’ dark, and she had just been there for a nigga. I hadn’t been the easiest person to deal with because the shit I learned about my daughter just had a nigga on edge. Ever since last week, when Normani came over, and we had sex for the first time, I ain’t want her to go back home. I was holding her ass hostage, really only letting her leave when she needed to get more clothes, and of course, when she had to go to work. I had her and my daughter up under the same roof as me, with my son coming over on the weekends.
My kids adored Normani, which I knew they would because Normani just had good vibes, which was something that I picked up on once I gave her a chance. Although she didn’t have kids of her own, she was so good with my kids, and I knew it had a lot to do with the profession she was in. Normani being here for a nigga was the best shit out of all the fucked-up shit going on.
It had been a week since I learned about Denim being in the hospital. As mad as a nigga was at her, as much as I felt like I hated her, I knew I had to get my ass down to that hospital and see about her. I needed to take Khari too. She told me out of her own mouth that she loved living with me, but she missed her mama. That shit rocked my heart because kids were innocent. They didn’t look at a person and judge them and hate them. With me being mad at Denim, I didn’t want it to look like I was punishing Khari by not letting her see her mother, so I made up in my mind that tomorrow when I picked Khari up from school, I would take her down to the hospital, so she could see her. From what Sidnesha told me, Denim was in a bad state. That’s another reason I had been holding back. I ain’t want to scare my daughter like that by her having to see her mama in that predicament.
I could have pulled out my gun and beat Denim that night, but for what? To land my black ass back in jail? For my daughter to be crying that her mama was in the hospital, and I would be the reason for her tears? I always knew that fuck nigga Reggie was a pussy ass nigga, but this right here just confirmed it. That shit was foul on so many levels, and I didn’t think he knew all the real niggas were not praising him for his actions. We were looking down at that nigga for handling a woman like that. This case was being reported on the news just about every day, and yesterday, the cops raised the price on his head for 50 Gs. I was giving it until the end of the night before one of his homeboys or someone else ratted him out because the shit that people could do with that amount of money was definitely a lot.
I leaned back in my office chair, watching the screen. My camera was on mute because I didn’t trust all this video camera shit with a bunch of people I didn’t know looking at me. I would just join in to get my tips and get the fuck on. As I was listening, I heard footsteps making their way to my office, and I assumed it was Khari because that little girl had a bad ass habit of knocking on my door during the night, trying to get in the bed with Normani and me. I spent all that money on her room for nothing because she would be in my bed more than she was in her own shit. I swear I wasn’t even complaining, though, because I loved it. I just hated the shit when I was trying to bury my dick in Normani’s guts, and Khari comes cockblocking.
I’m telling you, ever since I got the pussy from Normani, I couldn’t stay the fuck out of it. I done had some good pussy over the years, but the shit Normani had between her legs, I swear, another bitch couldn’t even compare. Just to know that another nigga never sniffed her pussy, licked it, or fucked it was enough for her to be number one in my book. Since the day we fucked for the first time, I had been in it every night. Yeah, I was going through some things, but that didn’t stop me from digging inside her any chance I got.
Whoever was making their way down the hall finally made themselves visible. It was Normani standing there, with this sleepy look on her face. She was dressed in a pink and white striped pajama set from Victoria Secret. Her long, curly hair was all out, but she still looked pretty as fuck with the wild hair look that she was sporting right now.
“What you doing up? I thought I put you to sleep hours ago,” I said, referring to the way I’d literally fucked her to sleep.
What started as her climbing in the bed with me to kiss me goodnight because she had a long day at the office, ended with her on her back, with her legs up in the air, getting some good dick stuffed into her. I looked over at her as she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.
“You did, but I woke up to go to the bathroom, and you weren’t in bed. When are you coming back to bed?” she asked, walking into the room and closing the door behind her.
“In a few. Why you up, ma? You going to be complaining in a few hours, talking about how tired you are. Get back in the bed. I’ll be in there in a few,” I said, but she just kept making her way over to me.
It was only so much space between the desk and the chair, but she found the room to squeeze her little ass in and climb into my lap. I didn’t know who was clingier, her or my daughter. I loved that shit, though. She climbed in my lap, straddling me, put her arms around my neck, and rested her head on my chest.
“I can’t sleep without you. Turn the computer off and come back to bed with me, baby,” she said, ordering a nigga around.
I laughed and put my hand in her hair, so I could massage her scalp. I knew she loved when I did that shit. With my other hand, I reached over and turned the meeting off because they would save it, and whatever I missed, I could just come back and watch it in the morning. Never in a million years did I think I would be taking fuckin’ orders from somebody who weighed two times less than I did, but look at a nigga powering down all this shit, just because she asked me to. That’s how I knew I loved her ass.
Once I had the computer shut down, I stood up with Normani in my arms and carried her back into the room, closed the bedroom door behind us, and locked it. My side of the bed already had the covers pushed back, so I lowered her first, and then I climbed in and got behind her. She lay on her side with her back facing me, and I spooned her. My head went into the crook of her neck, where I placed kisses.
“I hate when you go to sleep with all these fuckin’ clothes on. I be wanting to slide inside, but I got to go through a whole fuckin’ armor of clothes before I can even find the pussy,” I said with one hand on the first button of her top, trying to undo it.
She laughed at what I said to her, and she even tried to stop me from opening her shit, but I kept on going.
“I can’t sleep naked because you know the fun police has to come in here and make her rounds every night,” she joked, taking about Khari.
I laughed too because that shit was true.
“That’s why I locked the door. Come on. Take your bottoms off, and I’ll get your shirt. You ain’t drag a nigga in here for nothing. I know you want to feel me,” I told her.
Normani laughed again as she turned around in my arms to face me. I kissed her lips, waiting for her response.
“Yes. I want to feel you wrap your arms around me while I sleep. Baby, I have two more hours to get some rest before it’ll be time for me to get up,” she whined, but I was still going for the button on her shirt.
“Ima be inside you two minutes at the most. I could have been milking yo’ pussy already, but you keep talking,” I said.
She removed her bottoms.
“You’re going to get me pregnant. We keep having slip-ups,” she said.
I ignored her as I lifted her body and placed her in my lap. She’d already removed her pajama bottoms and her underwear, and I’d just gotten the last button off her top, so I helped her slip out of it. She was naked before me, and I put a couple of pillows behind my head because I wanted to have a good view for when she rode me. There was one arm behind my head, while the other thumbed her nipples. My dick was already hard, so I was just waiting for her to ride, doing it the way that I told her to from times before.
The lamp on her side was on, so there was good lighting in here, plus I had turned on the headboard lights, so I could see it all. I watched as she lifted from my lap, pulled my dick out, and in seconds, she was lowering her wet pussy onto my dick, moaning and groaning her whole trip down.
“Damnnnn! Is that pussy ever dry?” I asked, shocked that her ass was always soaked like this.
“Hmmmm… not when I’m around youuuu. You would clown me if I was dry.” She moaned and then she bounced up and down on my dick, nice and slow like I’d told her I liked it.
“I would clown the fuck out of you,” I said, already knowing I didn’t like no dry ass pussy.
It was quiet in the room for a few seconds, as we both enjoyed the beautiful sound of her pussy splashing down on my dick, sounding like mac and cheese. Each time she slammed down, her juices would spit out on my stomach. I knew that I said that I was going to lay back and let her ride while I watched, but I had to touch her, so I reached down and put my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. I got lost in those gray eyes like I always did. Those fuckin’ eyes were the reason I had been dumping more nut in her than a nigga knew he was supposed to be doing, especially since she always screamed that I don’t want to get pregnant shit. Those eyes were the reason I be hesitating to let her ride me sometimes because I knew that once I looked in them, I would either pull out a second too late or not pull out at all.
“Am I riding right?” Normani moaned and asked.
Her little titties were jiggling, and she looked at me like she dared me to say she wasn’t, so she could show off. I decided to fuck with her head. Damn right, she was riding me right, but I wanted to bring out the freak in her and let her think that she wasn’t.
“No. You not fuckin’ it nasty enough. You doing it too cute,” I lied, hitting her hard on one of her thighs.
She shuddered when I did that.
“Oh, am I?” she moaned, keeping the dick inside her, as she leaned down, put both of her hands on my chest, looked me in my eyes, and started bouncing on me crazy.
That shit had me rolling my eyes and my toes throwing up gang signs. While my eyes were rolling, she brought her lips right to mine and kissed me.
“What about now, daddy? Is it nasty enough?” she moaned.
“Just like that, bae. Fuck that dick, just like that! Shittttt!”
Damn right, I was in this bitch moaning. She had me right by the fuckin’ balls, yo! She knew she did too because when I looked up at her as she came, she had a big ass smile on her face.
My hands stayed on her waist because I wanted her to catch all this nut with her fire ass pussy! Once we both came, she lowered her head on my chest, breathing all hard.
“I done turned your ass the fuck out,” I told her, and she laughed.
“For real, baby, your dick is good. I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but I know that if I did, there wouldn’t be any comparison,” she told me.
“You’ll never have shit to compare it to. Ain’t nobody ever gon’ feel this shit,” I told her, and she said nothing.
I knew she was about to pass out on me like she always did.
“You heard me?” I asked, and she released a lazy laugh.
“Baby, I hear you. I wouldn’t even want to give it to anybody else. Don’t mess around on me either. I can’t even say what I’d do to you,” she told me.
“Normani, ain’t nobody about to fuck around on you. You always find a way to throw that shit in there. Big ass damn head. Yo shit be hurting my fuckin’ chest,” I joked, trying to push her off me.
She laughed and then leaned up to kiss me on my lips.
“You love me and my big head,” she said.
“I sure do. You want to go again?” I asked, and she laughed while shaking her head.
“Billionaire! Look at the time,” she said.
“Aight. At least put your pussy on my mouth. Then I’ll go to sleep,” I said, and she jumped up at the mention of getting her pussy ate.
I licked, sucked, slurped, and spat on that pussy for five minutes straight. This time, when she came, it was no more talking because she was knocked out for good.
The next day
“How was school?” I asked Khari as I held her in my arms like I always did when I came to pick her up from school because every time she got around me, I guess her legs didn’t work.
I was holding her up while one of her arms were around my neck as she smiled proudly. There were other kids and parents walking outside, either going to their cars or just standing around. Baby girl wanted everybody to know that her daddy was there to pick her up from school. She wore being my daughter as a badge of honor because there was a time when I couldn’t pick her up, and I would just have to hear about her day at school over the phone or through the letters she would try to write for me.
I laughed to myself as I thought about the letters that Denim would send to the prison on Khari’s behalf. For hours, I would sit up in my bunk stuck, just trying to make out what the fuck my baby girl was even talking about. I kept all those letters too. The ones from her along with the ones from my son. I had all the pictures too that were sent to the prison over the years, and all that stuff was stored away in my office. Not that I wanted to be reminded of that prison shit that took place, but those letters were special to a nigga, and I wanted to pull them out and read them whenever I was having a bad day or just feeling stressed out about something.
“It was good, Daddy. On Friday, we going to have a big party because our spring break starts next weekend. My best friend, Toni, is going to Disney World for spring break. She’s going to be there for the wholeeeee week, Daddy. Can we go to Disney World too? I want it to be me, you, Rylo, my big brother, Mommy, and Normani.” She smiled big, batting those big ass eyes and waiting for me to tell her spoiled ass that I would take her.
I sighed at the mention of her mama, feeling like this was the best time for me to kind of let her in on what was going on with Denim, especially since I was getting ready to take her to the hospital to see her mama. I slept on the shit last night, and I knew this was some shit I needed to do. My daughter missed her mother, and when Sidnesha told me what the doctor said as far as Denim needing to be around familiar voices and love because that could help her wake up from her coma, I knew that I needed to say fuck my feelings for the time being and let Khari see her mother.
Sidnesha described the state that Denim was in, and as much as I wanted to shelter Khari from having to see that shit, I couldn’t because this was a time when they needed each other the most. We eventually made it to my car, and instead of putting Khari in her booster seat, I sat her on the hood of the car and looked down at her.
“We getting ready to go and see your mama,” I told her, and she smiled real big.
“Yayyyyy. I missed Mommy so much. Last time I saw her, she was crying. I just want to make sure that she’s okay,” Khari said, referring to the night of my grandmother’s surprise party when she saw her mama in the parking lot, crying because her secret had finally been exposed.
I sighed at her excitement because if only she knew that her mother was not okay.
“I want to put this in a way for you to understand, but at the same time, I want you to be able to understand the seriousness of all this,” I told her.
She tilted her head to the side, looking at me with confusion in her big, brown eyes. Her small hand went on the side of my face, and that big, bright smile she was originally wearing had been wiped away.
“What happened, Daddy? Is Mommy okay?” she sadly asked me.
“She’s in the hospital. I’m about to take you there now, so you can see her,” I said.
Immediately, her big, brown eyes began to tear up. I reached down and wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes, and then I kissed the top of her head.
“Stop crying, beautiful. You gotta be strong for your mama. When we get there, she’s probably going to look a little different, but that’s still your mama. I’m going to warn you now that she may not be able to respond to you, but she can hear everything you say to her, so just talk to her when we get in the room. Let her know how much you love her and miss her, aight?”
Khari was still crying, but she nodded.
“Alright, Daddy,” she softly said.
“Nah, you gotta say aight,” I told her, and she laughed through her tears.
“Aight,” she said, this time, sounding like me.
I wiped her face once more, and then I lifted her from the car and helped her get in her seat. Once she was strapped in and everything, I came around and got in the driver’s side. I could tell that I’d fucked up my baby girl’s mood because she didn’t even force me to put on the music she would harass me to put on whenever we got in the car, so I rode to my music while I thought about what we encounter on once we made it to the hospital.
We were about ten minutes away when my phone rang. It was Normani. This woman had me so fuckin’ far gone to where my cheeks were about to break from how hard I was smiling when I saw her name flash across the screen in my car. Before I answered for her, I looked in the rearview to check on Khari one last time. She was back there sleeping like I knew she would be. It never failed that she would get her a nap in each time she got in the car.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I answered.
“Nothing. I was able to get a moment to come inside my office, so I was just checking in with you because I know you’re on your way to the hospital. How’s Khari? Did you have a talk with her yet?” Normani asked because when she and I talked earlier on her break, I let her know that I would have a quick talk with Khari before our trip to the hospital.
“She’s in the back, sleeping. I let her know as best as I could what she should expect when we get to the hospital. She ain’t take the news well at all, and I’m prepared for her to have a break down once we get there, but it’s straight. I got her. What’s up with you? You want a massage tonight?” I asked, and she laughed.
