Another Hood Tale

•Chapter Twenty-Five•

EXCUSE THE MISTAKES

Rico unlocked the door to Keisha's apartment and what he saw made his mouth drop. The entire apartment was clean, and it even smelled good. Fried chicken mixed with weed smoke filled the air and Rico was in disbelief.

He walked in and sat his keys and phone on the table. Following the loud weed smoke, he found Keisha in the kitchen pouring herself a shot of Hennesy. A fat blunt hung from her lips as she whined her hips to Trey Songz's voice. He slipped behind her and wrapped his hands around her thick hips.

"You cleaned?" He asked.

Keisha turned around and gave him a stank look. "Hell naw I had Sherry crackhead ass came up in here and clean for us."

Rico cupped her ass and sat her on the counter next to the fresh bucket of KFC chicken. His lips instantly went to her neck. Keisha puffed on the blunt and let Rico's lips roam her body.

"Why you always talking shit?" Rico said, referring to their constant bickering. He pulled up the cropped top shirt she was wearing and took her firm nipples into his mouth. "You act like you don't love a nigga," He said as he played with the piercings.

Keisha melted in his arms from the way his tongue fondled her nipples. "I do love you, Papi," she purred and she felt the dampness in her panties.

It didn't matter where they were and who was around, Keisha was always ready to spread her legs. And that's exactly what she did on top of her kitchen counter. Rico lowered his face dove in. Eating her like she was the fresh bucket of chicken that sat two feet away, he sucked her clit off the bone.

"I love you so much, Papi!," Keisha professed as she reached her climax.

"I love you too," Rico said and stood. Keisha hopped off the counter and bent over. Giving her ass a loud smack, Rico entered her from behind and the two shared a quickie in the tiny kitchen. The passionate moment lasted only ten minutes before Rico's phone interrupted.

"Damn you can't give a bitch twenty minutes of your time without you running and talking to some hoe?" Keisha said. She stood off to the side still naked from the bottom as she glared at Rico with her arms crossed.

"Bae, It's just Cj. Chill the fuck out," Rico said and pulled his pants up. He grabbed his phone and walked out of the kitchen. Leaving her bitter ass standing there with a frown on her face.

Keisha turned around and poured herself a shot of Hennessy. After taking the shot she pulled her shorts up and walked out of the kitchen. She could hear Rico talking on the phone and by his volume, she knew it was serious. "Who the fuck is this nigga talking to?" She thought to herself as she peeked around the corner. Walking as light as a feather she crept closer so she could hear.

"Bruh damn! You stay hitting my line with that bullshit. What the fuck is it now?" Rico snapped into the phone. Keisha knew it was probably Cj on the phone but she eavesdropped anyway.

Rico tended to cheat. Even though he's been a lot better at being a boyfriend lately, Keisha couldn't help the gut feeling she got. It was always something fishy going on.

"Are you fucking serious!" Rico yelled as he gripped the phone like the Hulk. Keisha stared a few more seconds before she stepped into the living room.

"Everything okay Papi?" she asked.

Rico snapped his neck to the left, not expecting to see her standing there. "Yeah, Yeah everything good," he stuttered. "Aye, I got something to handle real quick. I'll be back in a couple of hours,"

"But you just got here," Keisha replied with a confused look on her face. Rico gave her a quick peck and grabbed his keys. He was out the door before she could say anything else.