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CHAPTER 1
WHO AH DE KING?
….Dat's why gal a stake out my home and a blow up my phone
'Cause she waan de vitamin S
Gal waan smoke my cigar and a run dung my car
'Cause she waan de vitamin S….
VITAMIN S - CHAM
DATE: SUNDAY 5TH OCTOBER 2008
TIME: 10.34AM
LOCATION: NO ANSWER
Can life get any sweeter? The breeze whistling against the window reminded me of my childhood back in Jamaica. Back to those summers spent in St Elizabeth, back to the rocking chair on Granny’s veranda, back to the-
“Miaooooooow,”
That blasted cat was making up its noise again. Answer me dis, ah who let dem rassclart puss sleep inna de bedroom anyhow?
“Ah wah’ de-”
Just as I started to roll over, the furry shit took the space where my damn feet should have been.
“Nuh bodder get too comfortable!” I growled, kissing my teeth.
I kicked out my foot so fast it couldn’t even sink its claws into the duvet as it flew off of the bed.
“Dat’s better,” I sighed, pulling her naked body closer to mine.
"Oh babes, last night was great. You’ve got some skills boy," she murmured.
Her hard nipples brushed against my chest.
“Well, me aim fe please.”
To tell yuh de honest truth, she not telling me anyting new. They don’t call me King for nutten’ yuh know. Whedder dem Black, Brown, Chiney, Indian, Syrian, Spanish or even ah Whitey, me nuh partial none at all cah me ah international gyalist. Some seh me boasy but me nuh care too tough wah dem ah t’ink. From when me born dat’s just how de t’ing set… Capiche!
“Another round?” she whispered.
Her lips slid down the side of my neck. Keeping my eyes closed, I lifted and slammed those thick hips onto my waist.
“Where de rubber deh?” I demanded.
One of the first things pops ever did teach me about females, was no matter how sweet the pum-pum, a general never woks a link raw… no long talking. She was back on top riding. It was on. We swayed like waves in the ocean. I gripped her soft behind, as my thrusts deepened with her hums and moans.
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