Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 13
I never knew that I could get this wet, cum these many times or feel like my heart was about to explode from such an erotic high.
“Jax---syn,” I screamed so loud as I came so hard. I felt like my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Damn, look at that shit.” He stopped pumping in and out of me as he slowly pulled his dick halfway out of me and stared down at his glistening dick that was now coated with my cream.
“Fuck.” He licked his lips seductively and began to fuck my fucking brains out. At this point, I couldn’t take no more. I felt like if I came another time that I would pass out.
“Jaxsyn…I’m done. Baby, I’m done. I can’t take no more,” I whimpered as he held onto the side of my hips.
“You better take daddy dick Kaizlyn. Take this dick,” he demanded, not really giving me another choice but to take it.
As he dug so deep inside of me, I felt like the room was spinning as he hit this one special spot that had my body convulsing, my legs shaking, my head spinning and my breathing short. I was out for the count. I couldn’t take it any longer. My body was doing things that had me feeling like I was now in love with Jaxsyn, and I knew that couldn’t be true.
“Shit…” he mumbled as he pulled his dick out and jacked it off, causing his nut to shoot out and land on my stomach. The remainder of the nut that was dripping from the tip of his dick landed on the top of my pussy.
I was too tired to even move at this point as I watched Jaxsyn get up. He gently picked me up and carried me upstairs. Once upstairs, he laid me on the bed, grabbed a warm washcloth and cleaned my body off.
When he was finally done, we snuggled up next to each other and I swear I could still feel my legs shaking and my pussy throbbing.
“Goodnight ma,” Jaxsyn whispered in my ear. He then planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Goodnight,” I replied with my eyes closed and before I knew it, I was knocked out.
Jumping out of my sleep, I looked around to see that the sun was shining brightly through the curtains which I knew only meant one thing, that I was running behind. I didn’t even think to ask Jaxsyn to set an alarm or at least wake me up in time for me to go to school.
I looked around the room as I threw the sheets back and got out of the bed. There was no clock in the room so I had no clue as to what time it was.
Before I went looking through Jaxsyn’s house for him, I went into the bedroom to pee, wash my face and brush my teeth. Once done, I made my way down the stairs and found him sitting on the sofa.
“So, you wasn’t going to wake me up?” I asked as I made my way farther into the living room.
“Oh my.” I jumped and covered myself because he wasn’t the only person in there.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized because I felt so embarrassed. All I had on was a t-shirt that exposed my ass cheeks at the bottom of it and my hardened nipples.
I quickly scurried my way back up the stairs and sat down on his bed.
Moments later, he entered the room with a blank expression. I didn’t know if he was mad at me or not for coming downstairs without any clothes on, so I spoke up first.
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know that you had company,” I confessed.
“You good. Just put on some clothes and come back downstairs. I’m sorry about not waking you up. Me and that nigga ended up chopping it up and I lost track of time. You’ll just have to miss your first period,” he told me.
He then walked over to me and began to feel up underneath the shirt I had on, caressing my ass and also playing with my nipples.
Shaking his head, he stepped away from me.
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing. You doing something to my ass.” He chuckled as he ran his hands over his face and rubbed on his thick beard.
“Is that a good thing?” I questioned, because I wanted to know more.
“Yes. Now get your ass dressed and come downstairs.” He smacked me on my thigh, causing me to jump.
Jaxsyn then planted a kiss on my lips before he headed back out of the bedroom door.
I couldn’t move as fast as I wanted to because my body was aching and I deeply needed a hot shower.
After the hot, steamy shower, my body felt a little bit better. I had decided that I was too tired for makeup and that I didn’t feel like touching my hair, so I tossed it up into a messy bun. Now ready for school, I packed my stuff up and headed back down the stairs.
“So, what do you want to do?” I heard Ace ask Jaxsyn.
“I want you to find out if that nigga got my sister at his crib. Something is telling me something isn’t right,” Jaxsyn replied.
“Then what nigga? I know that you just not gon’ let his ass make it?”
“Hell nah. You already know what it is. I just don’t want to be that type of nigga in front of Kaizlyn,” he confessed as I listened closely.
“Nigga, if she like you, she is going to like you for you. The fuck,” Ace replied, and it was true.
No matter what Jaxsyn did, I could only like him for who he was. I wasn’t going to try to change him and make him something that he wasn’t. I wanted him to be himself with me.
Deciding to make myself known, I entered the living room and sat next to Jaxsyn.
“Now that you have on some damn clothes.” He playfully popped me on the thigh.
“What’s good Ms. Kaizlyn? What you doing to my nigga? Got him acting different and shit.” Ace laughed.
I remembered Ace because he was with us when we went to the mall the other day.
“I’m not doing nothing.” I giggled as Jaxsyn looked at Ace crazily upside his head.
“Shut up nigga.” He threw the pillow that was on the couch at him. “You just worry about all your bitches.”
“All my bitches need to be worried about me. They know I’ll dip on they ass in a heartbeat.” He chuckled. “Shit, I think you trying to be in some long-term shit though.” He side-eyed the both of us.
“You ready to go?” Jaxsyn stood to his feet, quickly changing the subject as he held his hand out for me.
“Now you ready to get yo’ ass up out of here?” Ace was still throwing out jokes and I actually thought that it was funny.
I knew Jaxsyn liked me but I guess I underestimated how much.
“Get yo’ ass out. I’m leaving,” Jaxsyn told him as he grabbed my hand and we walked towards the door.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re just in denial right now.” He waved Jaxsyn off then continued.
“Kaizlyn, in a few months when that nigga head over heels for yo’ ass, tell him Ace said you would be like this then slap his ass for me.” Ace laughed before Jaxsyn playfully shoved him out the house.
Laughing at the two of them, Jaxsyn locked up as Ace burned off and we got in the car and headed to my school.
“I’ll pick you up and yes, I will let your grandma know,” he stated before kissing me on the lips.
“Ok Jaxsyn.” I smiled as I got out the car.
The whole walk into the school, he watched me. Little did he know, I was floating on cloud nine and I couldn’t wait to get out of school so that I could spend more time with him.
When I got in my first period class, I was relieved that Sims wasn’t there. I didn’t know how I was going to look him in the face after what he tried to do to me.
After dropping Kaizlyn off at school, I couldn’t deny it. I was missing her lil’ ass something serious. She kept my mind at bay when I began to think about my sister. I kept telling myself that she was just being a hard-headed ass teenager and she would eventually learn her lesson but the type of nigga I was, I didn’t want the lesson she learned to hurt her. I felt it was my duty to protect my sister at all times and that also meant her heart.
Pulling into my grandma’s yard, I looked over and Mrs. Daisey was getting grocery bags out of her car. I couldn’t just go in the house without helping her. So I got out of my car and made my way over to where she was.
“Hey Mrs. Daisey, let me help you.” She turned around and gave me the side-eye before she shoved the bags in my hands, locked her car door then made her way to her front door.
“I don’t appreciate you keeping my granddaughter out all times of night lil’ boy,” she sassed.
“I’m sorry about that,” I simply replied as she continued to ramble.
“Yeah, well I have rules here. I don’t like for her to be out that time of night. If you are going to pick her up, pick her up at a decent time and do not hurt that baby…” She sighed as she threw her keys down on the dining table and walked into her kitchen.
“She has already been through a lot.” She paused and ran her hands through her thick salt and pepper hair.
“I understand that. I promise that I’m not trying to hurt her,” I let her know as I sat the bags down on the table.
“Come sit and have a talk with me,” Mrs. Daisey instructed as she headed towards the living room, having a seat on the sofa.
Sitting down, I looked at Mrs. Daisey as she fiddled with her fingers and then she began to talk.
“Alright now, listen. Kaizlyn has a fragile heart. She lost her mother not too long ago and I know that cut her so deep, especially since she found her mother murdered. The man that did it, he wasn’t charged and for that reason, I fear for her safety,” she explained.
“I understand that, but as long as she doesn’t be defiant like my damn... I’m sorry.” I raised my hands up in the air when she looked at me with the side-eye for cursing in her house.
Clearing my throat, I continued, “As long as she’s not like my sister then I can protect her.”
“I don’t need you to just protect her. You have to love her baby. Love her because she needs love. You have to understand she doesn’t even know who her father is, well I plan on telling her,” she added then continued, “I just don’t know when the timing should be right. It would break her.”
“What do you mean?” I was curious to know further details. I knew it wouldn’t break me if I found out who my father was. It would fill that missing void I had.
“I haven’t told her yet so please don’t tell her until I do,” she advised, and I nodded my head in agreement.
“So, my husband, who is not Faith’s father but raised her as if she was his, cheated on me with this woman. The woman ended up pregnant with a son. She didn’t want the child because he was going to have a mental illness. So of course, the ol’ bitch pushed him off on us. At first I didn’t want to take the little boy in, but who was I to deny a child? One that didn’t ask to be here. I had forgiven my husband and everything so I didn’t see any harm with raising the child but as years went on, it got harder and harder because he needed more help and therapy than we could afford. Well, one night, we heard Faith yelling for him to get off her and when we went into the room, he was raping my baby.” Mrs. Daisey paused and covered her mouth. Tears were now coming out of her eyes as she talked about the memories that I knew that she wanted to forget.
It was just so crazy to me that everyone was fighting their own battles but still managed to walk around with a smile.
“It’s ok Mrs. Daisey if you don’t want to keep talking about it,” I let her know, because I knew how hard it could be to talk about some shit that caused you pain.
I hated talking about the bastard that was with my mother and I hated talking about her because I felt like she owed us so much more than what she gave us.
“It’s ok. I need to talk about this to someone.” She continued, “Well after my husband Dock pulled him up off of her, he whooped his ass so good that he couldn’t walk for a week. We didn’t call the cops and we didn’t tell anyone. We kept the secret inside of the house because we didn’t want nobody looking at our family and judging us. But I noticed the more that Faith had to look into his face, the more depressed she became and then to make matters worse, she found out that she was pregnant. That’s when everything took a turn for the worse. Dock couldn’t take it and neither could I. So, we shipped him off to stay with Dock’s family. At the time, we thought that would make things better but Faith eventually ended up running away. Every now and then Samuel comes here and before Dock died, we paid him to stay away and to stay away from our daughter, but the man you seen leave my house was him. He has his eyes on Kaizlyn because he thinks he knows who she is. I mean, she looks so much like her mother.” Mrs. Daisey just went completely silent as she looked at a picture of who I assumed was Faith, Kaizlyn’s mother, posted on the wall. Turning to look more at the picture, Kaizlyn indeed looked just like her mother and I hated that something like that had happened to her.
Shit, even though I hated my mother’s guts, I didn’t think I would want her dead. My heart was cold but it wasn’t that damn cold.
“I understand Mrs. Daisey, but I promise I got her.” I got up and pulled my pants up, so that I wouldn’t be sagging.
“I hope so baby, I hope so,” she repeated as she wiped her tears away.
“Well, let me go check on my people. I’ll be back to check on you later,” I let her know as I reached over and gave her a hug.
“Ok baby,” she replied as she followed me to the door.
“Oh, and I’m picking Kaizlyn up from school.” I smiled at her as I headed out the door.
“Now I don’t want no damn babies running around here.” She mugged me and I burst out laughing. I was not trying to have no babies any time soon.
Real nigga shit, I was trying to get Londyn off my damn back.
“Trust, no babies,” I swore.
Laughing at each other, I was happy to see that Mrs. Daisey had a smile back on her face. She was good people and I hoped that she could get through that heartache she felt.
While walking over to my grandma’s house, my phone rang but it was Londyn. That was one somebody I didn’t have time for, at least not with everything that was going on right now with my sister, so I hit ignore.
“Grandma,” I hollered for her.
“Grandpa,” I called.
“What boy?” My grandpa grumpy old self looked up from his newspaper.
“Where is grandma old man?” I asked.
“Boy, ain’t shit old over here but that damn chair I can’t get your grandma to throw out,” he complained.
“I dare you to tell her,” I joked, and he looked at me with a scowl on his face.
He knew that he would never tell my grandma to throw away a chair or anything for that matter up out of the house. She was one of those old ladies that collected shit over the years. I mean, she still had shit in the house from when I was little boy and over the years, she continued to collect.
The house was actually crowded in a way but somehow, she made it work. She continued to buy things to hang on the wall and those fake ass plants to sit around the big screen TV that I had gotten her for her birthday a couple of years back.
“Get on boy.” He swatted the newspaper in my direction and I quickly scurried up out of there fucking with him.
Going into the kitchen, there stood my grandma, mixing up cake mix.
“What you making beautiful?” I walked up behind her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Muffins baby, you know your papa be having a sweet tooth.” She snickered.
“I already know,” I replied as I grabbed a red apple off the table, threw it up in the air then caught it and took a huge bite out of it.
“So where is your sister?” My grandma looked up from the mixing bowl as she waited on an answer I didn’t have.
“I don’t know. I’m trying to let her learn her lesson.” I shrugged.
“Boy, if you don’t go find my damn baby. Don’t let her learn no damn lesson if you can help her and teach her. GO FIND MY DAMN BABY!” she raised her voice and for a minute, I felt like I was in big trouble.
I thought that I was doing things the right way but I guess in my grandma’s eyes I was going about it all wrong.
“But I tried to get her the first time and she picked ole dude.” I took another bite out of the apple.
“Boy, I think you done forget who the fuck you are. Do I need to remind you? Don’t think I don’t be hearing about you out here in these streets.” She gave me that famous eyebrow raise as she went over to the bottom cabinet and pulled out a cupcake baking pan.
“Alright Grandma. Alright.” I got up from the table and walked up to her.
I gave her a hug then she stepped back and said one final thing. “I know it might seem hard to get your sister to listen, but just be patient with her because I truly wish I could have been patient with your mother. Just maybe she would have made better decisions,” my grandma admitted. She then turned to finish doing what she was doing.
Just like Mrs. Daisey, my grandma was filled with a lot of regret and I knew she wished that she could go back in time and change some shit, but she couldn’t.
“Alright Pops, I’m out.” I waved at him.
“Bye boy. I guess yo’ ass finally moved out, huh?” He was now watching some judge on TV.
“Oh yeah. I forgot to tell y’all.”
“You ain’t forget shit. You just didn’t want to tell us. When are you going to get ya shit out of here? I can make that room into something for me, hell,” he griped, but I didn’t pay him no mind. I wasn’t going to take nothing out of that house. I wanted to leave my things there just in case I needed a place to crash at.
“I ain’t taking it and you better not touch it,” I joked.
“What you say boy…” He got up to his feet as quick as he could.
Chuckling as he followed behind me, I made a break for it and ran out of the front door and to my car.
As I entered my car he was still talking shit, but I just laughed it off. That was my grandpa. If he wasn’t talking shit and complaining, that meant that his ass was sick and needed to go to the doctor.
Opening my eyes, I began to blink rapidly as my eyes fluttered open and close. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind my back and my legs were tied around the ankle with some type of string.
