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Jahquel J.
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March 7 - March 8, 2025
My biggest baby - meu maior bebê My favorite lady - minha senhora favorita My baby - meu bebê
Here’s to being bent over and told ‘lose that fucking attitude’
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t come, my love? Come on now.” He held his arms out, and I rushed into his embrace, as he hugged me tight. “I wouldn’t fucking miss this for the world. You fought hard for this, baby… no more. I prayed for this, and God is finally hearing me.”
“We married, Blair. You and Sim need to stop playing games so you can suck on his lips like I do my baby.” Meer’s smart ass countered.
“And this new nigga is the answer to your problems? Stabby, I think you need to take some time for you, and never date again until you and Sim figure shit out.”
“This your fucking fault. Had you just trapped my brother, we wouldn’t even be here right now. I would be celebrating being an uncle again and a God father.”
“Who you gonna make the God father, Rich? That nigga crispier than a hot dog on the grill at the hood’s block party… your future baby daddy made sure of it.”
“Don’t try and end the call and not tell me who you messing with, B.” I cursed myself because I thought we had gotten over that conversation and he had forgotten about it. “Zay.” He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”
I wasn’t the perfect woman, or person. I had my own share of trauma and trust issues; however, I was a catch. I was worth the chase, worth lowering his walls down to let me in.
“What I told you about looking down?” “Gods never look down, they look upon,” he recited.
“Your album is fire, but I don’t fuck with you. You know she married to my brother, right?” “Quameer!” I punched his ass.
“Alright, what we getting into?” “Yo business,” Meer’s big mouth was the first one to speak and I rolled my eyes and laughed at the same time.
“I met him through my client… she’s his sister and we just clicked.” “Clicked, huh?” Quasim finally spoke. I looked over at him. “Yes… we clicked. Problem?” “Not until I make it one… you good for now.” He nodded for me to proceed with his cocky ass.
“Give me a ride, Havoc,” I asked, hoping that he could hear me. He looked at me and laughed. “Hell nah… Every God knows not to ride with Queen Inferno on the back of their bike… the fuck. I minds well go over there to Sim and spit in his face… certain shit you don’t do.”
Water was the one thing that always calmed me. I didn’t have to be near a beach to be calmed, either. Water from a faucet, the rain, or even the sound of the water while in the tub – all those things soothed my soul.
“You should know me better than that. No nigga can ever make me jealous of what’s already mine… and you are mine, my love.”
“You want this dick, but you not ready for what comes with it. The minute I shove this shit inside of you, Blair, ain’t no other nigga. Just me… you not ready for that.” “No, you’re not ready for that… it’s the reason you run from me. You already know I can make you happy. Coming between these legs will keep you coming back, make you start making claims on me… trying to force a ring on my finger, having the Gods call me Queen Inferno. So don’t speak for me… I know what comes with hopping on that dick… do you know what comes with me hopping on it? Exactly.”
A bridge never gets to rest; it must always stand tall, no matter how heavy the load it carries.
“Come here.” She moved closer to me, and I pulled her even closer, kissing her on the lips and easing my tongue into her mouth. She held me around the neck as I carefully sucked on her tongue, while grabbing her ass; Meer was standing there staring at us and quickly turned around like he was a child witnessing his parents kissing.
“I need more than that, Quasim… I deserve more than that.”
“Anjo?” She turned to look at me as I smirked. “I’m making it a problem.”
I slathered Josie Maran sweet citrus body butter onto my body and spritzed my favorite perfume; strawberry letter by Phlur.
Quasim slapped my ass, and I lifted my head up. “Tell me or I’m gonna continue slapping that ass.” “Did it at least jiggle?” I pouted. He did it again and bit his lip. “Shit moving, baby.”
“I love you, Quasim,” I blurted before I could stop myself.
“Baby, please… I want to know that I’m not in this alone. Quasim, I have loved you, and I want to continue loving you. I didn’t lie when I told you that I wanted to give you babies and wear your last name.” I continued on, as he hovered over me.
“Love you, fuck head.” “Yeah… love you too, spare.” He back peddled until he was looking at me. “You got jokes… the one who had pussy in his hand and froze. I’m scared of the pussy, Blaze… don’t know what to do with it.” He mocked.
I was wondering how Blaze would feel if I put his favorite rapper on a fucking shirt for fucking with what was mine?
I made a mental note to remember to hit Berkeley back when I made it to the lake house. When we saw each other, she asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I was honest and told her I was married. With the way she laughed at me and gave me a slight shove, she didn’t believe shit I had said to her. In my head, Blair was my wife. I just needed my heart and mind to get on one accord and cooperate.
I want to be fucked from sunup to sundown… eyelash hanging off, and hair just stuck to my damn forehead.” Capri fanned herself. “I hear you girl… I hear you.”
“How you been, Anjo?” “Blessed and highly favored.” “Amen,” his petty ass hollered, sticking up that infamous church finger, and I rolled my eyes at him while he snickered to himself.
“I want you, Anjo, and you know that. Except, you want me to be how you want me… shit don’t work like that.” He spoke lowly, while easily driving with the other hand, still whipping in and out of traffic. “Ain’t that right… I can’t hear you.”
“No…Not true,” I stammered. “You lying to me now? You want me to be who you want me to be, Blair… that’s not how shit works… I wanna love you, give you everything, but I gotta figure how to do that without you getting hurt… but yo impatient ass wanna throw a tantrum, right?” He pinched my pearl, which sent this chill winding up my back and caused me to scream out in pleasure.
Quasim bit down on his lip as he looked over at me briefly. “This is my pace… my rules, my love… I run this shit.” He continued to drive, give me a lecture, and finger fuck the shit out of me.
“Ready to see the nigga that you letting take your woman?” “Fuck you, Capp.”
When she noticed that I had sat next to her, her breath was caught in her chest, though she tried to play it cool. I did that to her, and now I understood why she wanted me to leave her alone.
“Cool with me.” Cappadonna replied while messing with his beard. “If when we stop to refuel, you need to take a rest, let me know because I can take over…I’m a pilot myself, feel me?” “Leroy, please!” We all screamed because this man always swore, he knew how to do something.
I dropped my shit on the bed and crossed the room until I was in front of her, backing her up against the glass as I grabbed her neck gently. My hands eased right up her thigh into her wetness as she looked up at me with tears threatening to fall. “You looking at me with all this love in your eyes, wanting me to fuck the shit out of you, but you telling me that you wanna be serious with homie. Stop fucking playing with me, Blair… you wanna be with him, but every time you’re with him you think about me, huh?” I inserted my finger inside of her as she moaned out. “You told me you wanted me to
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My head snapped up when he said that four letter word; I had been longing to hear him say it. I stared him in the eyes. “You love me, Simmy?” “I love you so much that shit hurts at times… I love you enough to stay away because I know Tookie won’t hesitate to get at you to spite me. I took that man’s family away piece by piece.”
“Cause I know the minute that I do, there’s no coming back. You don’t know what you want, Anjo. One minute you want me, then the next you telling me that you and Ray is getting serious… You can say you love me and not want this, Anjo.” “I know what I want, Quasim.” “You don’t know the other side of me, you fell in love with this Sim… on vacation and being around you. There’s a whole other side of me that not many know about. As much as the shit pisses me off, Ray the better choice for you.” I laughed as I swiped away my tears. “His name is Zay.” The infamous eyebrow raised. “You correcting
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“I want everything that comes with you, Quasim Inferno. I’m not stupid, and I know that you have done things, but that doesn’t take away from the man that you are. You are a good man, and that is the reason I fell in love with you. Baby, you are someone who would share your food with me because you knew I couldn’t finish my own. How many times have you texted and asked me about chemo, even coming to one to sit with me. Simmy, you beat up my landlord and bought me a building because I complained about having to find a new studio space.”
“I don’t care about the other side. All I know is that nobody can come tell me nothing about you. I want to walk through the fire with you if that’s what it takes, because like I deserve to be loved correctly, you deserve the same. Baby, you’ve gone so long without being loved that your first reaction is to reject it… reject me.”
“Walk through the fire, huh?” “Cause even knowing that there’s a chance I could get burned, I know that you would never allow that to happen to me, Simmy. You would protect me with your life, and I would do the same.”
He kissed me roughly on the lips, then pulled back and looked at me again. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss to Simmy, it was his claim on me. Like an alpha marking his mate, that was exactly what he was doing.
He looked like a God kneeling before me. He was a God. An Inferno God.
I wanted to taste him and moved to do that, when he grabbed my wrist with one hand, pinning both my arms above my head while his dick was still hanging out his briefs. “You don’t run shit in here, my love… I said you could touch this?”
I wanted to feel him inside me so bad that I would give my side tooth for it.
“Is my friend alive?” “The fuck?” “I heard screaming in the early hours this morning… just making sure she’s alive.” Capri busted out laughing. Blaze held his hand out to dap me up. “Somebody got some cutty last night.” Cappadonna snorted while drinking his tea. “You walking with a pep in your step, too… you straight, Sim?”
“You mean to tell me you woke up early as shit to do yoga, when I could have bent you in different pos—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because she got to him in time to bawl his lips up.
“Yo, you got her out here looking like she had an allergic reaction with all those damn passion marks.”
I laughed. “It was something she ate that made her break out.” Blaze looked at me and laughed. “Don’t be all weird when we get fucking home. Cause if I have to sit up and listen to my wife talking her down… I’m coming to your house and shitting in the middle of your living room… me and Beretta.”
