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“You cheating on me Sugar mommy?” I licked my top row of teeth and leaned my seat back, resting my head against the head rest. Sparking up the blunt, I looked over at Honor who was big cheesing and mouthing the words “Simp ass” to me as I flicked her ass off.

“How can I cheat on you when we not even together, Matthew?” I could hear the slight attitude in her voice, shit had my dick getting hard. Since I hadn’t been taking those damn percs, I was ready to bust a long overdue nut.

“There you go talking all that ditzy ass shit. Fuck I tell you when I slid all inside of that sugar cane?” I smirked at hearing her breathing all hard into the phone. I could just imagine the nervous look that she was sporting on her face. Hitting the facetime option, she accepted. I remained silent as I stared into her pretty ass face. Her cheeks were turning red as she kept blushing and smiling into the phone and a nigga wasn’t even saying shit yet.

She had her face so close into the phone that I couldn’t see her background. I wasn’t tripping though, cause I had the perfect idea of where her ass was at. I was about thirty minutes away from her with gay ass butterflies in my stomach. This feeling she gave me was some shit that I wanted to feel for forever so I needed to secure it fast.

“That was a bunch of sex talk Matthew. We both have to much going on to be trying something serious. I think we need to be friends, get to know each other better and learn each others triggers.”

“I ain’t going for that, Praylah. You mine, you hear me sugar?” Honor started chuckling, I probably sounded like an old ass man. Honor didn’t really need to know the real reasoning behind me calling Praylah sugar.

“I’m serious Matthew, I still have to figure things out with Heaven’s dad. I want a healthy co-parenting relationship with him. I don’t want any drama.” I pulled at my beard hairs and nodded my head. Praylah didn’t know just how deep she was in with me. I’d let her believe whatever bullshit came to her mind about us. I knew what it was and what it wasn’t going to be.

“Why you over there at that house Praylah.” Her eyes grew big as fuck, shit was funny how timid, shy and scared Praylah was.

“I’m gathering some things for Heaven and I. I will now be living with my best friend Era.” I got pissed a little but reminded myself that Praylah was trying to be on some fake independent shit since she was done with her bitch ass baby daddy.

“Yea alright, I’m fenna fall through. Meet my stepdaughter and shit.” She shook her head no fast before she could get the words out. I looked out the window and saw that we were about ten minutes away from her old house.

“No, Matthew don’t do that. I don’t want to start anything; Heaven’s dad should be home in another hour to visit with her and I know you showing up would just make things uncomfortable.” Her voice sounded choppy, and she looked like she was stressed out. I didn’t like how this nigga had Praylah so fucking scared. It was time for me to meet and beat the nigga that called himself putting hands on a fucking female.

“It’s time that I meet that nigga anyway. You ain’t seen the nigga in a while and I’ll be damned if he tries to put his hands on you again. Like I said I’m on the way.” I hung up in her face and put my phone on silent. She was already blowing my phone up and sending text to stop me from coming. Praylah would learn real fast the way that her man got down.

“You can’t bully that girl or her baby daddy, Debo.” Honor took the blunt from me and I looked at her with a face that said really?

“I would never bully Praylah but that baby daddy of hers gone get it all. I’m knocking that nigga back just off the strength of him putting his hands on Praylah. If that nigga get too disrespectful then I’m going to body him. Feel me?” we pulled onto Praylah’s street.

“No nigga and listen to me now. If you really digging her and want her in the way that you claim. You better be easy on that wanting to kill her baby daddy. No matter how dirty the nigga did her, she still love that nigga and after all its her child’s father. You kill him and she might just snitch or better yet really be done with yo crazy ass.” I thought about what Honor said and knew it was true.

I never found myself in a situation like this before, I usually didn’t consider other people feelings when it came to killing a nigga. With Praylah I did, I was willing to accept all of her baggage including her daughter. Now the shit had me thinking tough, because Praylah was a square and it was clear that she wasn’t used to all the killing and hood shit that I was on. I was still her boss after all and had to consider that shit too.

Honor pulled up to the curb and I hopped out and tucked my gun in my waist. Checking my surroundings, I strolled up to the porch and tapped on the door twice. Praylah snatched the door open with wide panic-stricken eyes and looked at me in horror. Ignoring all that shit I took a couple of seconds to admire her from head to toe.

Her red hair was curly back in that fro hiding most of her face. She didn’t have on any make up, so her face looked a little paler then usual like she hadn’t been in the sunlight. Jealously crept over me as I stared at the shape and outline of her curves and the skintight black leggings she had on. Her camel toe looked heavy as fuck sitting up right in her leggings. I eyed the Nikes sports bra and looked up at her like she was crazy.

Praylah pretty ass had to much ass and curves to be dressed the way that she was.

“You tryna get that old thing back or something Pray?” I cocked my head to the side as she shook her head no fast.

“What? No! I told you that I’m moving my things, Matthew.” I pushed back her mass of curls to see her full face. Pulling her by the chin then kissing her on the cheek on top of that pretty ass colorful birthmark plastered on her cheek, I grabbed a handful of ass and stuck my tongue down her throat.

Giving her a couple of seconds to breathe and look at me with now heavy-lidded eyes, I pecked her again on the lips.

“I’m here to help you move and meet my stepdaughter, sugar mommy. Is that okay with you?” I pushed my hand between her thick thighs and cupped her fat ass pussy.

“Ye- yes Matthew that’s fine, we just have to be quiet. Ummm Heaven just went down for a nap.” She moaned as I cupped her pussy tighter making sure that I applied more pressure.

“Why you telling me all of that? You want me to beat this fat ass pussy up? It’s wet for me sugar mommy?” She moaned softly right into my mouth as I licked around her top and bottom lip. I pulled her bottom lip with my teeth and bit down a little with my eyes on hers loving the way they rolled back. She took steps backwards letting me into the house.

I shut the door with my foot not wanting to take my hands off of her soft body.

“I think you make me more fucking crazy in the head Pray. That shit ain’t good baby.” I picked her up off her feet and walked her towards the room since her baby was on the couch sleep. “I need to feel you, like I gotta bury and print myself deep inside you baby.” I licked on her neck; she smelled so fucking good. Once we got in the room I tugged at her legging and made sure to pull her panties down along with her leggings.

“Matthew, I haven’t taken a shower since early this morning.” She covered her pussy like I hadn’t already seen it.

“I love your dirty drawls baby. I don’t give a fuck if the pussy got a little must to it, that’s my pussy, plus it just means that it’s been marinating all day for a nigga.” She giggled turning red and shit. Just as I was preparing to pull my dick out of my pants, I heard the sound of a gun clicking behind my head and Praylah screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Jarei please! It’s not what you think.” I smiled and winked at her, feeling this niggas hot breath on my neck. I turned and was surprised to see the bitch ass nigga that owed me money with a gun to my face.