Flawless 3: The Finale Page 2

  “Desmond, what are you—”

  Kim’s sentence was cut short after he kissed her with a fervent, urgent need. “I missed the fuck out’cho ass,” he breathed.

  “You just saw me earlier,” she giggled.

  “Shit feels like it’s been forever…” Desmond placed a trail of soft kisses along her neck and collarbone. His hands glided down her back before settling on her round booty; he gave the region between her pussy and ass a gentle squeeze. It felt like he hadn’t seen her in ages, even though it’d only been a couple of hours. Suddenly, the arguing and fighting seemed insignificant. None of that shit mattered.

  Kim shivered in response. He could feel her box slowly heating up beneath his touch as his passion turned to aggression. Just knowing he’d come so close to losing her made him want to fuck her like he’d never see her again.

  Dropping to his knees in the foyer, Desmond anxiously pulled down her leggings, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Like a parched animal, he hungrily feasted upon her shaved pussy.

  “Ooooooo, Dez,” she whimpered. Kim’s stiletto nails moved smoothly across his hair. He had her backed against the wall while he licked, sucked, nibbled, and hummed on her juicy clit. Every so often, his tongue slid inside her hole. He wanted to taste everything she had to offer. “Shit…you gon’ make me cum…”

  “Cum for me,” he whispered. Desmond drove her crazy when he blew his breath on her sopping pussy. Once he saw how much it excited her, he rotated between licking and blowing. “I wanna see that mufucka spray for a nigga. Cum in my mouth, bay.”

  Kim seductively bit her bottom lip as she bucked against his face. Using her free hand, she massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. He always brought the freak out of her.

  Desmond slipped two fingers inside her pussy and one in her tight asshole. As he worked her walls, he continued to devour her honey pot. He wanted to suck the soul out that mothafucka. He could eat the pussy for hours with no opposition.

  Realizing that her son was only several feet away, she finally stopped him. “Jordan’s in the other room, baby,” she whispered. “We gotta go in the bedroom.” What she didn’t know was that he’d fallen asleep while watching cartoons in the living room.

  Desmond didn’t argue as he stood up, lifted Kim off her feet, and placed her over his shoulder. Her leggings were still wrapped around her ankles and her bare ass exposed completely. To a man who bench-pressed 300 lbs. easily, Kim was as light as a feather. When they finally made it to her bedroom, he tossed her on the California king-sized mattress and hastily undressed.

  Once he was fully nude, Kim studied the magnificent appearance of his naked body. The streetlights outside her bedroom window poured inside, creating a silhouette against his chiseled physique. His muscled body proclaimed his general fitness to the world.

  Kim’s gaze shifted from his sculpted abs to the thick 9-inches of curved wood pointing directly at her. A mass of curly black hairs surrounded it. Crawling towards the edge of the bed, Kim knelt down and ran her tongue across his scrotum. A low groan escaped Desmond’s throat as he watched her take half of him in her oral cavity. She was a mothafucking pro when it came to blessing a nigga with that head game. If he didn’t know any better he’d think Superhead herself had schooled Kim in the art.

  Her fingers gently stroked his balls as she polished his dick with her mouth. Desmond loved the way she moaned in between sucking it, almost like she could feel the pleasure she was bestowing upon him. Placing his hand on the back of Kim’s head, Desmond lightly applied pressure. He wanted to see how far and how long she could test her limits.

  “Gag on that mufucka,” he coached her. When Desmond felt the tip of his dick touch her tonsils he practically lost it. “I ain’t finna play wit’cho mufuckin’ ass no mo’. Turn over. Lemme get up in that shit,” he ordered.

  Kim obediently did as she was told, making sure to arch her back and stick her ass up just the way he liked it.

  Desmond grabbed one of her legs and pulled her down towards the corner of the mattress. With ease, he slid deep inside her slippery, pink fortress. “Damn, this mufucka so wet.” He tried to force every last inch inside, but Kim stopped him by placing her hand on his waist.

  “Unnnh!” she gasped. “Not so deep, baby.” His shit was in her gut. She could barely stand it.

  Desmond grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back. “Fuck that. I’m tryin’ to climb in this mufucka,” he told her. “Take this dick, K.”

  “Oh my God, Dez!” she moaned.

  Keeping one of her arms locked behind her, he stroked it nice and slow from the back. Desmond watched as she coated his dick in her cream. The harder and faster his thrusts became, the wetter and creamier her pussy got. He had her shit sounding like a bowl of soup being stirred.

  Frustrated with her attempts to run from the dick, he grabbed a handful of her long, soft hair. “Desmond…ooohh, shit! I’m ‘bout to cum!” she bellowed. Rough sex was Kimberlyn’s weakness.

  “Nah. Not yet.” In one fluid motion, he flipped her on her back and spread her thighs wide apart. A few more inches and she’d be doing a full-blown split. Desmond then propped one of his legs up on the edge of the bed and slid back inside. The sound of their flesh colliding was music to his ears. Kimberlyn was so wet that she’d soaked the sheets beneath her. “I can wake up and go to sleep in this pussy.”

  Desmond speared her pussy until she finally shook and trembled uncontrollably from her first orgasm. Dropping down on his knees, he licked and lapped up her juices like a starving animal before sticking his dick back inside.

  “I ain’t through wit’cho ass yet,” he told her. “Play with that pussy.”

  Breathing heavy, Kimberlyn fulfilled his every request. “What are you trying to do to me, baby,” she moaned.

  Desmond kissed and sucked on her erect nipples. They hardened beneath his tongue, and he nibbled on them softly. “Make every nigga before me irrelevant,” he said.

  “They already are…”

  Desmond was pleased with her response, but he still didn’t let up on his assault. He punished the pussy until she bust a second and third time. Kimberlyn was so winded from the series of orgasms that all she could do was lay there and take it like a big girl.

  “We keep fucking like this and you gon’ end up with a third kid,” she warned him.

  Desmond rubbed his thumb against her swollen clit. “Maybe that’s what I want…” Following his words, he released his seed deep inside her tunnel. He didn’t give a fuck about a condom or her possibly ending up pregnant. The shit was so warm and welcoming that he decided to lay right there for several minutes in order to recuperate. He could’ve fallen asleep there too if it wasn’t for the burning stench of smoke creeping into his lungs.

  “Oh my God, Desmond!” Kimberlyn screamed, pushing him off. She quickly jumped up in alarm as soon as she saw the thick, dark gray pillars of smoke. “The house is on fire!”

  2

  “JORDAN!” Kim screamed frantically. She nearly fainted at the thought of her son being out there alone.

  Desmond leapt off the mattress, snatched some sweatpants on, and bolted out of the bedroom. He couldn’t get to their son fast enough. By the time he reached the hallway he realized their home was completely engulfed in flames.

  Shielding his face with his forearm, Desmond rushed to the living room where he found Jordan sleeping on the sofa. After making sure the child was still breathing, Desmond picked him up and ran to their bedroom. Kimberlyn was already dressed and had called 911.

  “We gotta get the fuck up outta here! Now!” he told her.

  Together, they fled the blazing home with only minimal smoke inhalation. Within two minutes the entire block was filled with fire trucks, police cruisers, and news reporters. According to them, Kim and Desmond were victims of arson. Evidently someone had purposely torched the home with them inside.

  Kimberlyn hadn’t stopped crying since they made it out safely. Sh
e could barely hold herself together long enough to give a proper statement. Luckily, Desmond stepped up and asked for everyone to fall back. She was upset and she needed her space. What he didn’t expect was for her to haul off and slap the shit out of him. An officer had to intervene just to keep her from hitting him again.

  “This is all your fucking fault!” she screamed. Jordan was still in her arms. He didn’t want to be put down because he was still shaken up. Waking up in a fiery home could be terrorizing for any person—especially a child. “I should’ve never let you back in my fucking life! Your problems have become my own, and I can’t take that shit no more! What if my son had gotten hurt?! Huh? Answer me that shit!”

  Desmond reached out to console her, but she backed away. “Kim—”

  “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch! I don’t want shit to do with your ass! I don’t even wanna look at you! I’m done, Dez. I can’t be with you! I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this shit with you anymore. It’s over between us.”

  Desmond couldn’t believe the shit spewing from her lips. It pained him to hear her speak that way. “The fuck you mean it’s over? You actin’ like it was me who held the matches—”

  “Mothafucka, you may as well have!” she countered. “This is all your gotdamn fault!”

  “How the fuck is this shit my fault?” Desmond asked. His cheek stung from the vicious assault. There was also a tiny cut from where her nail had scratched him. Kimberlyn was heated.

  “It was that fucking bitch Dana and you know it!”

  ***

  Desmond did eighty on the interstate as he raced to his baby mom’s hotel in Buckhead. Once he reached The Mandarin Oriental, he had valet park his shit and sprinted to her room. The moment he reached her door, Desmond pounded with a closed fist. If it weren’t for the fact that it was private property, he would’ve kicked that mothafucka off the hinges.

  “Bitch, open the fucking door! You hear me out here!” he shouted.

  The moment Dana unlatched the bolt Desmond burst inside and choked the shit out of her. He was so enraged that he didn’t notice or care that his 8-year old daughter was in the room.

  “You silly ass bitch, you ain’t think I would come for yo’ ass? You set my mufuckin’ house on fire! You stupid bitch! What about my son? Did his life mean anything to you, bitch?” Desmond seethed. His grip around her throat tightened. “Bitch, I’ll kill yo’ mufuckin’ ass!” He couldn’t believe she was foolish enough to torch his home and return to the one place he could easily find her. She’d been holed up in the hotel for months, hoping and praying he left Kim to be with her.

  Dana struggled to talk with a crushed windpipe. “I didn’t do anything!”

  “Bullshit, bitch! You ain’t shit! I should’ve never put my trust or dick in you!” he replied through his teeth. “I gotta half a mind to bury yo’ crazy ass over that bullshit!”

  Dana clawed at his hands in hopes that he’d let go, but all it did was make his squeeze harder. “Dez…please…” Her eyes filled with water as they bulged in their sockets. She would die if he didn’t release his hold soon.

  Just when Dana thought the end was near, Desmond savagely tossed her on the floor. On her way down, she hit the back of her head on the edge of the table. In all the eight years she’d known him, Dana had never seen her baby daddy react so angrily.

  “If you knew what I knew you’d stay the fuck away from me and mine’s! I mean that shit, Dana! On everything, I’ll put yo’ mufuckin’ ass down if I have to,” he threatened.

  “I didn’t do anything!” she screamed hoarsely. “I admit I was pissed when you left earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to call the police! I hung up before they even answered, I swear!”

  Desmond didn’t know what the fuck Dana was talking about, and to be honest he didn’t care. When he turned to walk out the room, he noticed his daughter sitting on the bed with teary eyes. Destiny was afraid because she didn’t understand what was happening. Her young, adolescent mind couldn’t process the drama occurring.

  “Hey, baby girl. I’m sorry you had to see that shit. Come here,” he said in a soothing tone. “You leaving with daddy.” Before Dana could oppose, Desmond scooped up the child and left promptly.

  “Dez, where you going with my fucking daughter?!” Dana screamed. She quickly stood and ran after him, but he pushed her psychotic ass into a nearby wall.

  “Bitch, it’s over for you! I told yo’ mufuckin’ ass, Dana—I warned you, and you still wanted to try a nigga. Let’s see how well yo’ punk ass hold up in court!”

  “Give me my daughter!” Dana cried.

  “Fuck you!”

  Dana started to go after Desmond, but he turned around and pointed a finger in her face. “If you come near me, I’ll beat’cho mufuckin’ ass!” he spat. “I’m done playin’ wit’chu! Don’t fuckin’ test me or you’ll find out just how savage this nigga can get!”

  Dana watched, in tears, as he walked down the hallway with her daughter in tow. Desmond impatiently tapped the elevator button once he reached it. He couldn’t get the fuck away from his crazy ass baby mama fast enough.

  “What did I do?” she screamed down the hall. She could care less about the hotel guests on her floor overhearing their heated argument.

  The elevator chimed once it reached their floor, and Desmond and Destiny quickly stepped on.

  Dana was absolutely livid as she dropped down on her knees. Mucus mixed in with tears as she cried hysterically. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO, DES—?” Her question was cut off after the elevator doors closed.

  ***

  Fortunately for Romeo, he wasn’t arrested after his dramatic outburst in the hospital. Instead he was temporarily placed in the back of a police car to calm down, and shortly after he was finally released. Luckily, the nurse was sympathetic and no charges were pressed.

  As he made his way back inside Grady, Romeo sent a text message to Desmond and Kimberlyn explaining what happened. He had no idea that they were both facing their own issues.

  An hour earlier, Shayla had been wheeled out of the OR and was now resting in her own room after being placed in a medically induced coma. Romeo’s head hung low as he quietly made his way towards her bed. Waiting on pins and needles to know if she’d survived nearly drove him crazy. Guilt consumed Romeo, and he felt like everything was his fault.

  If it wasn’t for him retaliating at the club, Kaniel and Lamar would’ve never clapped back and Shayla wouldn’t have gotten shot. Romeo blamed himself wholeheartedly. He’d almost lost her again.

  Romeo gaped silently at his wife. It was by the grace of God she even pulled through. Taking a seat beside her bed, he watched as her chest rose and fell slowly. He died a little inside seeing her lie there helplessly. On my life I won’t let this shit happen a third time, he swore to himself.

  As much as Romeo hated to do it, he knew he had to distance himself from Shayla. A nigga like me will only be her downfall, he thought.

  A single tear rolled down his cheek as he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her ring finger where a diamond rock once sparkled. Now it was in a Ziploc bag somewhere with her name scribbled on the surface in Sharpie marker.

  “I fucked up,” he said to no one in particular. “I fucked up bad…but I know how to make this shit right.” Standing to his feet, Romeo knelt down over Shayla and kissed her forehead. His thumb brushed lightly across her baby hairs. She looked so peaceful, so at ease. It hurt him to know that wasn’t the case.

  Romeo placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Know that I love the fuck out’chu, Shayla. I do...But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I lost you…”

  He stared at her for several seconds, almost as if he were expecting a response. Truth be told, he was grateful she couldn’t, because she’d only talk him out of it.

  After one final kiss, Romeo walked out of her life forever. In the end, she would hate him, but it was the only way to ensure her protection.

  3
r />   TWO MONTHS LATER

  “Bitch, I’m tired of seeing your black ass mope around.” After bursting in her best friend’s bedroom uninvited, Kimberlyn tossed her Louis Vuitton bag and car keys on Shayla’s desk. It was 8:30 p.m. on a Friday and she was curled up in bed flipping through TV shows on Netflix.

  Kimberlyn wouldn’t tell her, but it was actually her mom who reached out. Tina, like everyone else, had grown weary of Shayla’s self-pity. Her father, Arthur, held a different opinion. He was actually happy to have his baby girl back at home where he could keep a watchful eye on her at all times.

  Kim took one look at her surroundings and frowned in disgust. Shayla was a grown ass woman who hadn’t changed her bedroom since her high school days. Posters and fashion paraphernalia covered her walls like she was still sixteen. She hadn’t even bothered altering the décor, and the bitch worked at Ikea. It was sad and flat out pathetic.

  “All you do is sell furniture and sulk. I’m sick of the shit,” Kim finally said. “Get the fuck up and wash your ass. We’re going out.”

  “Kim, get the fuck out my face ‘cuz it wasn’t that long ago when the shoe was on the other foot.”

  Not only had Shayla moved back in with her folks, she’d also fallen into a deep state of depression following the accident. She claimed it was from the shock of almost dying, but Kimberlyn knew it was because Romeo had left her—again.

  “Shayla, you’re my girl…I can’t stand to watch you suffer. And no intended shade when I say this but, bitch, you’re almost twenty-six years old. You can’t keep running back to your comfort zone every time some shit don’t go your way. You did the same thing with Dexter after you dropped him like a bad fucking habit. Enough of the damn pity-party. It’s time to get back to the real world, boo.”

  Shayla didn’t miss a beat. “Fuck the real world,” she retorted.

  “Look, bitch. I need you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. If you ain’t gon’ talk or try to make things right with that nigga then stop pouting about the shit. Damn. You act like you died that fucking day.”