A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! Part 2

Chapter 1 (Tierra)

    I brushed the finest foundation on my face

from M.A.C before spraying mist on myself of

the sweetest perfume. My fresh curls draped

with shine from the curling rods. My red lip

stick gave me the extra sass I needed as I

puckered my lips through the vanity mirror.

    The vanity I sat at was just a piece of the

luxury that my husband provided me. The

chair cost five thousand alone. The high

mirror was wide and the high tech lights were a

plus. I loved the fact that it was gold plated.

Thank God my husband respected my

expensive taste. Boy did he work hard for this

lifestyle.

   I could hear his footsteps coming through the

hall before he made an entrance. I watched

him arrive through the mirror. He stopped in

his tracks with his eyes glued to me. I was

wearing my high designer, sexy, red lingerie he

just bought for me from the Carine Gilson

collection.

    We had just gotten confidentiality married in

LA. Cali was the only place world wide where

people could get confidentially married. We

took no time to exchange vows after leaving the

Bronx. We were still in our honeymoon faze.

    He had five stacks of money with rubber

bands around them spread out in his hands

like a deck of playing cards. "See baby, I told

you! Daddy told you I was gone get this

money." He reminded me.

    God damn my baby was looking so sexy with

those hazel eyes that glistened at me. He was

shirtless and his body was on point. The gym

was definitely paying off for both of us. I don't

think we could stand another second without

being in each others arms.

   "We did it baby." I boasted with my hands

resting on his shoulders. He held me by the

waist. "We just getting started. We unstoppable

ma. We gone take over the world like I been

telling you." He expressed in a cocky manor

that still sounded sexy. We stared in each

others eyes before a passionate kiss was

displayed.

    We always talked about heaven together and

here we were so close to it. Our new house was

a mini mansion. Our bedroom was bigger than

a Brooklyn apartment. There was a nice size

deck and our bed was enormous. The best part

was the master bathroom that had a spa tub, a

glass shower, and his and hers sinks.

    It had been almost six months since we left

the Bronx and I couldn't be happier. As fucked

up as it sounds I wrote my parents a letter to

inform them of my well-being because they

damn near hated Antwan. There was no point

in trying to convince them of what I wanted

just for them not to give in.

    It didn't matter Antwan was now my

husband, my king, and my everything. We were

inseparable and had an understanding that I'm

sure nobody in my family would understand,

but Antwan was my family. 

    "I know we barely just got married, but can

we do that one thing again?" I begged. He

smiled at the thought of what I was talking

about. "You sure you want that thing?" He

teased. "Yes baby I want it." I assured. "Who

you want this time? He asked. " You know the

pretty Asian girl that we took to the strip joint

with us? I want her this time. Bae she so bad

and she's a lot of fun." I admitted. "Lea is bad,

but how about somebody new this time ma?"

He asked. I made a sad face.

     I was spoiled and always got what I wanted.

And at that moment I wanted Lea. I think I was

addicted to the way she ate my pussy. I mean

we only had a threesome with her twice, but I

just didn't get enough.

    Me and Twan damn near had everything we

needed. Cars, clothes, a nice house. We loved

each other to death, but we had to keep it spicy

some how.

    "Look bae, you make daddy happy tonight

and I'll fly her back out here tomorrow." He

stated. "Say no more." I told him before getting

on my knees and sucking his dick the way I

knew he liked it. I loved the way he expressed

himself whenever I did this. How he begged me

not to stop, rubbed my hair and informed me

how good I was doing. This is the shit that

turned me on. "You can have whatever you

want ma." He expressed with an expression

that told me he was enjoying the feeling of my

mouth.