Honor Thy Thug by Wahida Clark Page B

said I didn’t want you wearing it.” He grabbed the part he already ripped and ripped it some more. “Now what? And all of a sudden, you want to come, when at first you didn’t even want to fuck. Now you wanna come?” He grabbed me roughly, picked me up, and slammed me onto the sink.
    I tried to get down, but he held me there. “What do you think you’re doing, Trae?” He was fumbling with his pants. “What is your problem?”
    “You want to come, right?”
    “Nigga, please. Let me outta here. You ain’t even hard. I gots to go.”
    “Nah. I’m selfish. You ain’t come. You ain’t going nowhere.” He stood there between my legs, pulling out his dick.
    “Forget it, Trae,” I said, only to have my leg raised up into the air and a half-hard dick thrust up inside me.
    “Why the fuck are we arguing over nothing?” he asked me as he stroked in and out.
    I could feel him growing harder and longer. I spread my legs wider, grabbed onto his ass, and pulled him deeper inside me.
    “Oh, so you like that, huh?” He kissed me roughly around my neck.
    “You ruined my dress.” I moaned as I shut my eyes tight and matched my strokes with his.
    “Fuck the dress, and concentrate on fucking me.” He increased his fucking pace. “How does this feel?” he whispered in my ear.
    “G-good.” I moaned as I tried to get and keep as much dick in me as I could. With me holding him tighter and him fucking me harder, I began to embrace and ride the wave of a much-needed orgasm. My husband waited for my legs to stop shaking beforehe eased out of me. I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. He helped me off the sink, and before he could say something smart, I said, “You still didn’t have to fuck up my dress.” And I stormed out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.
    I slipped past the family room where my girls were talking and laughing and the kids were running wild. On my way upstairs, as I made it into the living room, I heard knocking. I went to the door, cracked it, and there stood Trina. She looked as if she had been crying. I opened the door and asked, “What are you doing here? What’s the matter?”
    “I didn’t want to come, but I need to talk to you.”
    “Why didn’t you just call me? You know Trae don’t want you over here. I told you I would let you know when things cooled off.”
    “Tasha, let me in. I need to talk to you. Kevin is hurt.”
    “What? My little brother?” I hadn’t heard from him since Stephon’s funeral. Now I wondered what he was mixed up in. He usually handled his business. I looked back to see if Trae was coming before I let her in. “Hurry up!” I opened the front door. “Where’s your car?” I was now whispering.
    “I parked down the street. Come outside. I don’t want to have to cuss Trae out.”
    “I have to change. Come on, girl. I’ll sneak you upstairs. Close the door, and tell me what happened. Hurry up.” I made a dash for the stairs. She was right behind me. I knew that my ass was hanging out.
    “What happened to you? Never mind. I don’t want to know,” she said.
    We went into the bedroom, and I shut the door. I went into the bathroom and closed that door, leaving it cracked. I turnedon the shower and began to undress. “So what happened? Is he okay? He got busted?” I yelled through the crack in the door.
    “It’s Kyron.”
    I stopped the bitch right in her tracks. Opened the bathroom door all the way, naked and all. “Kyron? Trina, get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. I can’t believe you.” I snatched up a towel, wrapped it around me, and started pushing her out of my bedroom. I couldn’t believe she was bringing me this bullshit. I wanted her out of my house. “Get out, Trina!”
    “Tasha, no, listen to me. He threatened me. He said if I didn’t set up something with you, it would be my ass. And when I didn’t, he went to Kevin and cut his ear off. He—”
    “He did what ?” I shrieked as I stopped pushing her.
    “He cut his ear