You Needed Me A Love Story (6 page)

This shit was weird. I was excited about taking Kimberlyn out, and that shit had me feeling like a whole ‘nother nigga for real. I was not that nigga that took bitches out and shit, but for some reason I was all for it. It couldn’t be that I liked her that much, because I just met her. Then again, maybe it was because I liked her little cute ass a lot. As my dad says, time and love have nothing to do with one another. This nigga married my mother only three weeks after meeting her. My dad and I were different though, or so I thought.

I pulled up to Kimberlyn’s grandmother’s on Seaver Street, and then swooped into a park by the curb. As I was exiting my Maserati, Kimberlyn came out of the door, slamming it behind her. She rushed down the stairs, but stopped once she got to the end of the walkway.

“Hey,” she smiled as she walked closer to me but very slowly. She was wearing a red dress that had triangle holes on the side. It was short, but not slutty, it was just really sexy. She had red shoes on to match, and one little skinny watch. “I brought a bag like you suggested.” She held the bag up.

“Good, you look sexy as fuck, shorty,” I shook my head as I looked her up and down. She was so fuckin’ fine and it made no damn sense. “Come on.” I opened the door for her, and she slid into my car. After checking out her sexy legs, I closed it and jogged around to the driver’s side.

“I like this car, and you look nice tonight as well. I love seeing you dressed up,” she said once I got in.

“You’ve only seen me dressed up twice.”

“And I liked it both times, nigga,” she chuckled and flashed her pretty ass smile.
Damn
.

“My bad. Why didn’t you let me come to the door for you? Now your grandma is gonna be thinking I’m some weak ass nigga.”

“No she won’t, and why do you care what she thinks? You wanna marry me or something?” she raised her brow. Why was she so bad?

“Nah, not even. Calm your little ass down with that ego, ma, I don’t think I will ever get married.”

“Then don’t worry about what my grandmother thinks. And to answer your question, I came outside because I didn’t want her questioning and bothering you.”

“Thank you for that,” I said, and we laughed together as I cranked the car up.

I drove to a port that was for personal planes, and then parked my car in the underground garage. Grabbing both of our bags, we headed up to the runway so we could board the plane.

We landed in New Haven, Connecticut a couple hours later, then my driver out here took us to my house in Bridgeport.

I kept a house out in Connecticut because it was peaceful. I rarely came, but when I did it was to clear my mind, or for special occasions. Tonight was special, although I hated to admit it, so I thought I would bring Kimberlyn here.

“Whose house is this, TQ?” she smiled as she looked out the window of my driver’s car.

“Mine, shorty.” I hopped out with her after the driver opened the door. I nodded to him before he got back into the truck and pulled off.

Once in the house, I showed Kimberlyn around, and then took her to the den to chill until the chefs finished with the food I was having them prepare for us.

“Wine or champagne?” I asked.

She smiled as she thought about it. I loved her fucking smile. It was so sincere and innocent, not conniving or seductive like the bitches I was used to. That’s what attracted me to her; I was a regular ass nigga in her eyes so she had no interest in trying to seduce or swindle me.

“I want something fizzy, so I would like the champagne, please.”

“You got it.”

I filled the glasses then walked over to sit with her on the plush rug. I handed over the glass, and she took a sip as I set the bottle on the coffee table in front of us. Sipping my own, I used the remote to cut on the fireplace since it was cold
and
the room needed some light.

“So TQ, why do you have this big place here in Bridgeport, but that condo back in Boston?” she quizzed.

“I work a lot, and I’m mainly in Boston, so I prefer something small. I got this because sometimes I like to have a place to think, and sometimes I just wanna see what I work so hard for.”

“I see…well, it is very nice.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I furrowed my brows. She seemed so sinless, so I had to pry a bit.

“Yes, I’ve had two actually. Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

“Nope,” I answered and we chuckled.

“Why not? You don’t want a girlfriend?”

“I didn’t, but now I’m thinking it may be something I’m interested in.” I stared into her eyes, and saw her become uncomfortable. “You swear you’ve never been with Gang in anyway?”

“I swear. Why do you keep asking me that? You don’t want anything serious with me, so why would it matter?”

I scooted closer to her as my eyes roamed all over her petite but alluring body. I pursed my lips because I was trying not to get hard as a rock.

“I’m asking because I want your ass, and even though I’m in denial just a little bit, I can admit it. And since I’m intrigued, I want to make sure Gang hasn’t touched you.”

“We kissed,” she whispered.

“Which lips did he kiss?” I grinned and she shook her head at me.

“The top ones, I told you I’m a virgin.” I already knew that since I saw him kiss her in the club the night I met her.

“In every way?”

“In every way.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Quinton, the dinner is ready,” the chef peeked into the large den.

“Thank you.” I stood up, and then reached my hand down to help her up. I gripped her hand tightly, and before we walked out, I leaned down to kiss her full lips. I didn’t care that they were covered in lipstick and shit.

“Ah,” she giggled when I cupped her round ass in my hands. My dick was so hard right now that you could play the drums with it.

We went into the dining room, and I nodded my head as I took in the scenery. I paid someone to set this shit up because I wasn’t the romantic type. Shit, I never had anybody that I needed to be romantic for. I wanted Kimberlyn to think I fixed this up myself though.

“You like it?” I asked as I pulled her chair out.

“Yes, I didn’t think you could put something like this together.”

“Well you’re wrong, shorty, I did, aight?” I walked around and sat down at the table. When I did, I saw she was staring at me, smiling. “What?” I frowned.

“I know you didn’t set this up, but the fact that you had someone do it is just as good,” she chuckled and so did I.

“I’m glad you appreciate the thought,” TQ smiled. He was so cute, and every time I heard his voice or saw that enticing smile, I just wanted to jump across the table on him.

“I do.”

A chef came out and set down two martini glasses holding shrimp cocktails. There was shrimp around the rims of the glasses, with crushed ice and a dollop of marinara sauce on top of it. TQ was about to dig in, but I reached across the table to grab his tattooed hands into mine.

“We have to pray, Tarenz,” I said, using his real name.

“Aight,” he huffed.

I prayed over our food then we began tearing into the shrimp. Halfway through that, the chef returned with teriyaki glazed salmon, jasmine rice, and asparagus. It smelled good as hell, and I hoped we were able to get seconds.

“Do you like salmon? I wasn’t sure, ma,” TQ looked at me, bearing an innocent expression. I inhaled sharply just to get another whiff of his cologne before responding. It was so cute that he cared about impressing me and getting the food I liked. I didn’t expect that from him.

“Yeah I do, good job.”

We devoured the food, and for dessert we had a slice of maple pecan pie with cinnamon ice cream on top. After polishing off our champagne, TQ showed me to the bathroom so I could empty my bladder.

I came back out into the humungous den, and just admired it for a bit. The floors were laminate, but there was a huge piece of plush white carpet covering the middle areas of it. There was a fireplace up against the wall, which was currently burning and warming the room perfectly. Adjacent to that was a huge bay window with no curtains. You could see the whole city of Bridgeport when you looked out of it. There was a bench attached to it, perfect for sitting and just admiring the comings and goings of the Connecticut people.

“Feel better?” TQ asked as he removed his jacket and sat down on the plush carpet area. I walked over to him, and removed my shoes so that I could join him.

“Yes, much better. So Tarenz, tell me something about your family. I only know, or I’ve heard that you guys are just a bunch of rich ass criminals.” I watched as he opened another bottle of champagne and poured some into my glass. His pecan skin glistened every time the light from the fire flickered.

“Well, that part is true. I don’t really know what else to tell you. I have three brothers, Rhys, Britain, and Lendsey, and then I have a sister, Saya. Saya is the oldest, and I’m the third to last, with Lendsey and Britain being the baby boys.”

“I see, and what do you do to help your family?” I sipped my drink.

“I import narcotics into the U.S., and have them delivered to people like Gang. I do it by plane. I really don’t want to tell you this.”

“Why?”

“For your safety, shorty. If shit pops off, I don’t want you to have any knowledge about this. So that’s what I do and I’m gonna stop right there.”

“So you work with Gang?”

“Yeah, I do, he gets his stuff from me. I work with him, a cat from New York, Pennsylvania, and soon South Carolina.”

“I can tell you make a lot of money from it.”

“I do. Now your turn, shorty, I don’t like talking about myself too much. I’m not that interesting.”

“You are to me.”

I moved closer to him, and he pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel his dick hardening under me, and from the feeling I knew it was big. I suddenly became a little bit afraid, and I knew he could tell.

“Don’t be scared, Kimberlyn,” he whispered and removed the champagne flute from my hand. I hesitantly rested my hands on his broad shoulders as he kissed on my collarbone and squeezed my ass.

He stood up with me still straddling him, and then carried me upstairs to his bedroom. I was so scared that my palms were starting to sweat, and I had no idea what was gonna happen. Once we got to his bedroom, he moved the light slider up just a little so that there was light but the room was still dim. Placing me to my feet, he reached behind me and unzipped my dress slowly while sucking my lips. My dress fell to my ankles, and he stepped back away from me. His eyes danced all over my body as he removed his own clothing.

“Take your bra off,” he instructed.

I reached behind myself slowly and unclasped my bra, before sliding it down my arms. I nervously tousled my long dark locks, as he stared at my physique for what seemed like an eternity. He pulled his wife beater off, and his body had my full fucking attention. Every peck in his abdomen was perfectly placed there. It was as if I’d never seen it before. His arms were so strong, and his chest was too. He didn’t look disproportionate either. He was perfect, even though hundreds of tattoos covered his body.

He walked near me, and when he got super close and towered over me with his muscular frame, I stepped back a little in fear. He pulled me back close to him and dipped his tongue into my mouth. I loved kissing him. His lips were so soft. I reached my hand up to caress his beard as he backed me to the bed before lightly pushing me down.

We moved to the middle of the bed, and he immediately got my lace panties off. I wasn’t sure how he did it so fast.
This nigga is a pro, Kimberlyn, are you ready for this?

“TQ,” I panted as he sucked on my nipples like he was trying to suck the gold out of them. His big, strong hands groped and squeezed all over my small frame as his tongue went to town on my nipples. “Tssss,” I whispered as he nibbled on them a little bit. It was painful but pleasurable as well.

He reached his hand between my legs, and began to move them around slowly while he sucked. When he’d had enough, he trailed his soft lips down my flat stomach, and then tugged on my belly ring with his perfect teeth.

“I wanna make you cum,” he looked up into my eyes as he began to kiss my lower lips.

He pressed my thighs against my stomach, and then began slowly making love to my center with his mouth. I loved the feeling of his lips on my body. My back arched, and I threw my head back as he began to suck on my button.

“Tareeennzz,” I called out his government name. I’d seen this shit in plenty of movies and had heard about it, but if I had have known it felt this good I would have been gotten some head from someone.

“Ooh shit,” he smiled and bit his lip as he watched me cum. As soon as I finished releasing, he dove back in and continued feasting.

He had me breathing super hard, and gripping the fuck out of the sheets. My body was covered in sweat, and I knew my press was done for. I tried to move up, but he gripped my small waist tightly into his hands, and continued devouring me like a lunatic.

“Aaaah!” I screamed louder than I knew I could as I exploded yet again. “Please TQ,” I pleaded as he kissed between my legs slowly. I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth as I watched him, not knowing what he was gonna do next.

“You want me to fuck you?” he stood on his knees and I nodded. “No, tell me you want me to fuck you, Kimberlyn,” he demanded.

“I want you to fuck me, TQ.”

“After I fuck you, Kimberlyn, this pussy is mine.”

“I know,” I nodded.

“Don’t even think about letting another nigga fuck you or touch you.”

Again, I nodded.

He pushed his boxers down, and his dick popped out immediately. I felt like that shit was gonna poke me in the fucking eye. He got down off the bed to completely remove them, and then came back close to me.

“Sit up,” he said. I sat up and he waved me over. I crawled to him on the bed, and once I got close, he began rubbing his dick on my lips. “Think of it as a popsicle. No teeth.”

I opened my mouth slowly, and began to move my mouth down. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of my hair, stopping me in my tracks.

“Watch your teeth, shorty.”

He loosened his grip on my hair, and I resumed moving my mouth down. Still clutching my hair loosely, he guided me up and down his long and thick rod, until I began to get the hang of it. Every time I forgot about my teeth, he would grip a handful of my hair tightly to let me know. Soon enough, I was able to suck without thinking, and he began humping my face.

“Just like that Kimberlyn, fuck,” he groaned as he moved my mouth up and down his dick, still grasping my hair. “This is the only dick you suck, you hear me?” he added and I just looked up into his eyes as I continued to please him. “Shit baby, fuck,” he grumbled again. “Go as far down as you can.” He humped my face slowly and began doing so in a circular motion. All of a sudden, he grumbled loudly, and I felt a warm liquid spill into my mouth. “Take it down.”

I did as I was told, and since it didn’t taste like anything I was fine. He laid me on my back, and reached into his drawer for a condom. I watched as he rolled it down his dick, and the sight of it made my legs tremble.

“You good, baby?” he asked and when I nodded, he laid down on top of me.

“TQ, I wanna be with you.” I stared into his eyes, waiting for his response.

“Like my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” I knew this was moving fast, but I was always the honest type, so I had to say what I felt.

He continued to stare down into my eyes and then pecked my lips gently before pulling away.

“Do you know what it would be like, being the girlfriend of a nigga like me?”

“I don’t care; I want to be.”

He chuckled very lightly to the point where it was almost unnoticeable. He pinned my hands above my head, and I felt him poking at my hole.

“If you wanna be my girl, Kimberlyn, you gotta promise to ride for me no matter what, aight? And I will do the same for you. You know what it is I do, and I need someone who can be by my side and not get scared and shit.”

“I can, I’m strong,” I responded and he laughed.

“Remember what you’re saying, shorty. I’m gonna hold you to it. You stuck with a nigga now, just so you know.”

“Good.”

He kissed me so hard our noses were pressing into one another. I felt his dick at my opening again, right before he slipped his arms under my thighs to push them back.

“Stay calm, baby, so that we can both feel good,” he said before kissing my cheek, and then trailing it to my neck.

“Ahh, ahh, uuuh,” I whimpered as he pushed into me. His strong arms were under my thighs, and his hands were pinning my arms down at my side so that I couldn’t move a muscle. He kept going into me, and I was wondering how much dick he had left. “Uuuh, aaah, Tarenz.”

“Shit, yo,” he groaned as he began to move in and out of me. He pinned my arms down harder as he glided in and out. Seeing the pleasure in his face was remarkable. “Your pussy is so tight, I’m gonna be able to feel when you cum,” he whispered before biting my lips.

Although it was super painful, it somehow felt good too. I knew I was gonna have another orgasm any minute now. He began sucking and biting my nipples again, before speeding up his thrusts a bit. I exploded so hard that I was sure I wet up his bed sheets. He removed his arms from under my thighs, and immediately pinned my hands behind my head. I locked my legs around his waist, and he went to town before calling out and cumming himself. He began kissing my sweaty neck, so I lifted his face and brought his lips to mine.

“Am I yours?” I asked.

“You’ve been mine.”

***

I woke up the next morning, and rolled over to see that TQ was gone. An uneasy feeling immediately came over me as I scanned the bedroom. I blew out hot air, and then climbed out of the bed slowly. My vagina was in pain from him fucking me all night until 5am. I grabbed my duffle bag, and then went into the bathroom within his room so I could take a shower.

I set all my stuff down on the sink area, closed the door, and then sat down on the toilet to pee while admiring the huge ass bathroom for the hundredth time. When I urinated it burned a little, and when I wiped, there was a little bit of blood there still. I flushed, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth before climbing into the shower.

As soon as I stepped in, the warm water cascaded down my body, soothing my aching muscles. I was worried about where TQ had gone, and was hoping he hadn’t just been saying bullshit to me. I know we just met, but I felt something strong with him. I wasn’t that girl who fell in love easily either. It would be reason to stop the presses if I even liked someone, hence the reason I was twenty-one and still untouched. Anyway, if he did call himself playing me, we were gonna have a big ass problem.

I finished washing my body, and then got out to wrap myself in a towel. Coming out of the room, I still didn’t see him, so I sighed heavily.

“Ah!” I screamed when I felt someone grab me from behind. “TQ, what the fuck!”

“You thought I ditched your little ass?” He started kissing on my neck and removing the towel from my body.

“No,” I lied.

“Right.” He pushed me down onto the chaise lounge so that I was on all fours. He then pressed my head down so that my ass was in the air, before removing his boxers.

“TQ, be gentle, I’m still sore.”

He paused and then sat down on the chaise. Yanking me into his lap gently, he placed my legs on the outside of his, and pressed my back against his chest. Lifting me just a little, he slowly brought me down onto his dick, making me wince in pain. He reached his hand around to play with my clit as he slowly bounced me in his lap, and despite my soreness, it felt bomb. I gripped the armrest of the chaise lounge for leverage, as he pounded into me feverishly yet with precision.