Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Two

Tokyo

"Why the fuck you going through my phone anyway?" Pernel, my boyfriend, yelled back at me as I stood over him while he played the PS3 on my TV. The TV that I paid for. "That's beside the point! Why in the fuck do you have twelve missed calls from Pizza Hut? Huh? You think a bitch stupid?" "Mane, I had ordered some food and changed my mind. They just tryna remind a nigga. Move, dawg. I can't see the TV." He moved his head to the side to see past me. I rushed to the TV and turned it off before throwing the phone in his face. "Get the fuck up outta my house!" I yelled as he dodged being hit in the head. "This a mothafucking apartment, bitch. Don't flatter yourself. I ain't going nowhere." He stood his giant ass up and walked to the master bedroom and shut the door. "Oh hell nah!" I ran to the back and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Open my mothafucking door, you big ass bitch!" I yelled as I contemplated kicking it in. "Who you calling a bitch?" He asked as he swung the door open and grabbed me by my hair.

"Let me go!" I yelled. He picked me up by the neck with one hand and threw me into the wall. Pernel wasn't from Dallas. He was from Oakland, so they did shit a bit different. He was tall, brown skinned and built like a football player. When I say tall, I mean tall. My nigga stood at 6'10". With me only being 5'3", I had to talk shit because I couldn't whoop his ass. Shit, I had to speak some kind of volume. "You do this shit every day, then wonder why a nigga cheat. Shut ya bitch ass up sometime and maybe I wouldn't be creeping on ya crazy ass," he said calmly as he turned the TV on in the room and lay down like everything was cool. Fuck that. "Oh, so you is cheating?" "I didn't say that, Tokyo. Damn!" "Yes, you did! You just said it!" "I was speaking in general, baby. Goddamn!" "Nah. You need to get the hell up outta here. Right now!" I was now standing on the side of the bed ready for him to leave my sight. "Where I'ma go?" "I don't know. Hell, go to Pizza Hut," I said as I waited for him to get up. I really wanted him gone. Couldn't stand to see his face no more today. "Baby, you know a nigga love you. Why you be tripping like that?" he asked as he pulled me onto the bed with him and climbed on top of me. "You not just about to fuck on me and everything

gonna be good. Not today. Get up." I tried to push him off of me, but I was pinned down. Could hardly even breathe. My mouth twisted as he landed them sloppy-ass kisses all over my face. He knew I hated that mess. "If you give me a kiss, I'll leave you alone," he whispered as he used his free hand to slide my panties to the side. Tilting my head, I thought about taking him up on his offer. I wanted him out of my face ASAP. I finally gave in and kissed him. One kiss turned into two. Two kisses turned into three. Three kisses turned into his dick sliding in my soaking wet pussy. My arms were still pinned over my head so I couldn't push him off. It was feeling too good for me to even think of pushing him off. He knew exactly what to do to shut me up. "Hmmm, baby, that feels so good," I moaned into his ear as he glided in and out of me. Pussy was so wet that it felt like it was raining warm water down my thighs. The sheets were even wet under my ass. "Why you be doing a nigga like that? Huh. You don't love me?" he asked, kissing me all over my neck as he pumped in and out. Made my whole body shiver. "Baby, you just make me so mad sometimes," I confessed as he looked me dead in my eyes. "You who a nigga come home to. I'm holding you every night. I'm fucking you every night. You my bitch," he moaned as he sped up the pace. "Tell me you my bitch. Call me daddy," he said. My head began to knock against the headboard. "Yes, daddy. I-I-I'm your bitch," I moaned as I felt

myself about to explode. "You 'bout to cum?" he asked. I nodded my head yes. "Cum with daddy. Cum all over daddy right now," he moaned as he released himself inside of me while I came all over his dick. "Oooooh man, daddy," I huffed and puffed as he plopped down on my titties. "Baby?" "Yes, baby?" "Can I have some money to get a haircut?" he asked. I wanted to say no but I reached down into my purse, like a dumb ass, and gave him thirty-five dollars. He hopped his ass up and got dressed the minute that money touched his hand. It wasn't until he left that I realized that his ass didn't even need a haircut. And he took my car.