She Can't Love You Better

She Can’t Love You Better

Sha Jones

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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Synopsis

1. Sunday

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4. King

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Chapter 1

D amn, this shit feels good. Poppa moaned as he threw his head back and bit down on his lip.

Blair nodded as she moved the grapefruit up and down on Poppa’s dick in slow motion. She then pushed the grapefruit down to the shaft of his dick and twirled her tongue in a circular pattern around the tip.

Finally, she stuffed Poppa’s whole dick into her mouth and sucked it while she continued to move the grapefruit up and down.

Blair had cut the grapefruit in half, carved a hole the size of a small ping-pong ball in the middle, and then placed it on Poppa’s dick. The whole point of the grapefruit trick was to make a man feel like he was receiving head and pussy at the same time. What made the grapefruit feel so good was the fact that the inside of it felt just like the inside of a woman’s pussy, and with its juices mixed in with Blair’s saliva, it drove Poppa crazy.

After just ten minutes of performing the kinky act, Poppa’s dick finally gave in and nutted inside of Blair’s mouth. Blair closed her eyes and swallowed every drop of him, and had no complaints about it.

After she was finished sucking all the nut from his dick like a vacuum cleaner, she licked the corners of her mouth, pulled the grapefruit off Poppa’s dick, and set it on the nightstand. She then placed her mouth back over his dick and licked off the pieces of grapefruit that were left behind.

Blair then turned around, got on all fours like a dog, and tooted her ass in the air while she waited for Poppa to get behind her. Poppa rolled over, got on his knees, slapped his thick dick across Blair’s ass cheeks, and finally slid it inside of her.

Her pussy was so wet and juicy, he felt like his dick was back inside the grapefruit. He smashed her round booty cheeks together and slowly massaged them while he rammed his dick in and out of her.

Yeah, baby, whose pussy is this? Poppa whispered in Blair’s ear as he penetrated her pussy from the back.

It’s yours, Blair whispered back as tears filled her eyes.

Poppa’s dick was so big, thick, and fulfilling, she could fuck him all night. It was something about the way he poked her G-Spot that brought out her wild side.

While Poppa stroked her, Blair squeezed her pussy muscles together as tightly as she could. She threw her ass back, causing her pussy to make a whoopee cushion sound.

Poppa grabbed a fist full of Blair’s hair, jerked her neck back, and replied, I can’t hear you. I said whose pussy is this?

It’s yours!

What’s my muthafuckin’ name?

Blair bit down on her lip, threw her ass back again, and moaned, Poppa! It’s your pussy, Poppa!

Yeah, that’s right, and don’t you forget that shit!

Blair bit down on her bottom lip and gripped her black satin sheets so tightly she almost chipped her French manicured nails.

I’m ’bout to buss in yo’ shit again, Poppa moaned.

He grabbed Blair by the back of her neck, pressed her face down into the pillow, and moved his dick in and out of her at a rapid speed. He then closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Ooooweeee, he moaned as his dick sprayed Blair’s pussy walls.

Right after Poppa had an orgasm, he wasted no time pulling his dick out of Blair and rolling out of bed.

Where are you going? Blair asked with a frown on her face.

Where do you think I’m goin’? Poppa asked sarcastically as he bent down to pick his underwear up off the floor.

Blair rolled her eyes and sat up straight in bed with her arms crossed.

Poppa, why do you keep doin’ this shit to me?

Man, you know what it is, so stop with that bullshit ’cause I ain’t tryin’ to hear that shit, Blair.

Blair was Poppa’s baby mama, but he had a whole woman at home who he’d left her for when she was just a couple of months pregnant with their child.

So, I’ll be wrong if I hit Angela up on Facebook and let her know yo’ ass was over here, huh?

Whatever, Blair, Poppa replied as he pulled his jeans up over his boxers.

Poppa, you do this shit every time! When I decide I don’t want to fuck with you no more, you blow my shit up, pop up, and beg me to let you in. Every time I do, you play me like a fuckin’ fool.

Tears started to roll from Blair’s eyes because she was so frustrated with the way Poppa was treating her. It was amazing to her how she could fuck him good and do whatever he needed her to do, but once he got his nut, he all of sudden didn’t know her. She was madly in love with him. Although he didn’t help with their four-year-old daughter, Kennedy, she still had high hopes that he would eventually leave his girlfriend, Angela, and come home.

We been stuck in this fucked up triangle for five years now! When you gon’ grow the fuck up, Poppa?

Blair ran her fingers through her twenty-eight-inch Brazilian weave and scooted out of bed. She walked over to Poppa and stared into his chinky eyes then felt weak. Not only was Poppa good at slinging his dick, but he was sexy as hell. His skin was chocolate like a Hershey’s candy bar. He had deep wavy hair and a large but nice bushy beard. He was stood six feet five inches tall, and towered over Blair’s five foot three inch frame like the Eiffel tower. He was the man in the streets, and women loved him.

Blair felt that they were a great match because his chocolate skin complemented hers, and with her thick but slim build, Poppa made her feel a sense of security. She just hated that she couldn’t have all of him.

Sharing him with Angela came with a lot of drama because of Poppa. They swore that if they ever met each other in person, a fight would come with it. Blair liked to bring up the fact that she was the one who had Poppa’s child, so no matter what, he would always come back to her.

Poppa, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way.

In his mind, he loved Blair, but he wasn’t in love with her. He couldn’t leave her alone because she knew how to satisfy him sexually. She had the best piece of pussy that he’d ever had in his life, and she knew how to work his dick like no other woman could. There was no resistance when it came to exploring his sexual fantasies with Blair, but there were also things that she didn’t do that Angela was willing to do when it came to playing the wifey role.

For example, Angela cooked and cleaned. She made sure that home was taken care of first, and she didn’t hit the clubs every weekend. Blair, on the other hand, didn’t work, so he was paying her rent and bills, which was another reason he felt entitled to her. Blair felt like she was too good to get her nails dirty and wash a few dishes. Poppa didn’t like that because even though he was a street nigga, he wanted the family life. Blair was his freak in the sheets, and Angela was his woman in the streets. To him, he had the best of both worlds.

Poppa, when you gon’ get yo’ shit together? You twenty-nine years old, and still doin’ the same shit! Blair yelled with tears in her eyes.

Blair, look, I gotta go.

So, you just gon’ fuck me then go home to that bitch like it’s nothin’?

Before the argument could get heated, Blair’s daughter walked into the bedroom with her blanket wrapped around her.

Mommy…

Kennedy, baby, go back to bed, Blair whispered.

But I want to get in the bed with you, Kennedy cried.

Okay, baby, give me a minute. Mommy will come back to get you, okay?

Kennedy looked at her mother, then at her father, who she barely knew, and reluctantly walked back to her room.

Blair then focused her attention back on Poppa and shook her head.

You didn’t even acknowledge your daughter. You would think that since she’s your only child, you would at least acknowledge her.

Poppa blew Blair’s statement off as he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a large wad of cash. He pulled the rubber band off it and pulled out four one hundred dollar bills.

This for the abortion, Poppa stated.

Blair folded her arms and chose not to take the money from Poppa. Just the fact that he wanted her to kill their unborn child like it was nothing hurt her because he was putting her through the pain all over again. This was the second abortion that she was going through because of fucking with him, and she wasn’t about to continue sending her body through it.

When Blair refused to take the money, Poppa grew impatient and dropped the money at her feet. He snatched his Houston Rockets fitted cap from the dresser and walked out of the bedroom without so much as a hug or kiss for Blair.

As soon as Blair heard the front door slam shut, she plopped down on the bed, buried her face in the palms of her hand, and cried. Her feelings were so deeply hurt that all she could do was weep. She loved Poppa so much, and to watch him go was gut wrenching.

Why the fuck do I keep puttin’ myself through it with this sorry ass nigga? She wondered.

In the middle of her crying, her daughter walked into the room and stood a few feet away from her.

Mommy… Why are you crying? she asked.

Every other day she was breaking down and crying in front of her daughter. It not only made her feel awful but weak as well because this wasn’t the type of example she wanted to set for her child. She wanted to teach her daughter strength, but at the same time, she couldn’t because she was weak over a nigga who meant her no good.

Blair pulled her tear filled face away from the palms of her hand, looked into the same chinky eyes that Poppa has, and shook her head.

Mommy’s okay. I’m just tired.

Blair stared at her daughter, hoping that she wouldn’t become emotional just from seeing her cry. She then forced a smile and extended her arms.

Come here.

Kennedy rubbed her eyes and made her way over to her mother. Blair pulled her daughter close to her naked body, wrapped her arms around her, and rocked from side to side.

The only thing that Blair could think about was how Poppa had come to her house at eleven o’clock at night, fucked, and was gone within an hour.

When Kennedy was sound asleep in Blair’s arms, she broke down and cried again. Her tears fell down her face and onto her daughter’s forehead, so she gently wiped them away and laid her on the bed.

I got somethin’ for his ass, Blair mumbled.

After she laid her daughter down, she grabbed her panties from the foot of the bed, walked over to her dresser, and pulled out a black muscle shirt. She quickly threw it over her head and walked into her bathroom. She rushed to the sink, grabbed her phone along with the positive pregnancy test and began snapping pictures of it.

Blair scrolled through her photos with a grin on her face, and when she found the pregnancy test with the clearest blue lines, she went straight to Angela’s Facebook page and sent it to her through the messenger with a caption that read, I hope he told you he got another baby on the way.

After she sent the message, she walked back into her bedroom, placed her phone down on the pillow, and just stared straight at the wall. She wasn’t necessarily trying to cause hell and act like the bitter baby mama, but she was tired of being played for a fool. She had done so much for Poppa and was tired of being treated like trash.

It was clear to everyone including her best friend, Mariah, and even his mama that she loved Poppa. Hell, even his homeboys saw it, but for some reason, Poppa was the only one who didn’t. That bothered her, so if he was going to keep playing her for Angela, she was going to always let it be known that he was still fucking her whether it made her look bad or not.

Blair sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Angela to see the picture of her positive pregnancy test.

If Poppa didn’t want to act right, she was going to make him act right.

Chapter 2

It was 12:45 am when Poppa pulled up to the condo that he and Angela shared. Before getting out of his Camaro, he looked down at his lap and swiped pieces of the grapefruit that Blair used on him off his pants.

Angela had been calling him the whole ride home. If she even suspected that he was over there with Blair, there would be some drama, and he didn’t feel like dealing with it.

Poppa pulled the keys out of the ignition, adjusted his hat, and stepped out of the car sporting a fresh pair of Jordan’s. He hit the lock button on the keypad and strutted to the condo.

When he made it to the front door, he unlocked it and slowly walked inside where he was greeted by Angela with a hug and a kiss.

Poppa wrapped his arms around Angela’s big booty and stared into her eyes. An ounce of guilt instantly hit him. Angela was a good girl, and a part of him felt bad about cheating on her with his baby mama.

Angela was a beautiful caramel chick with naturally long hair. She had a curvy body, and not only was she good looking, but she also had a good job as a secretary. With all her great qualities, it was still something about her that couldn’t really match Blair, who was a chocolate bombshell. She was the fire that Poppa just couldn’t put out, so he was torn between the two ladies. His heart was with Angela, but his dick and mind were with Blair.

What took you so long to get here? Angela asked.

Baby, you know it ain’t no curfew when I’m out there movin’ work in these streets.

Well, did you eat while you was out in the streets?

Nah, what you cooked?

Baked chicken breast, cabbage, and some corn bread.

Aight, make me a plate while I hit this shower real quick.

Angela nodded, kissed her man, and twisted her way into the kitchen. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the leftover food.

While Angela waited for Poppa’s food to warm up, she walked into the bedroom, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and got on Facebook to beat time. It seemed that every single day, Blair was in her inbox about something concerning her man. She was so fed up with it that she had uninstalled the app just to get some peace. The only way that she preferred to get on Facebook was to actually log in using Google because it stopped notifications from coming to her phone.

As soon as Angela logged in to her account, she noticed that she had a message and quickly clicked on it. She wasn’t surprised at all to see Blair’s name because this was something that she did way too often. Blair messaged Angela so much that she was starting to think that she had an obsession with her.

This bitch. Angela sighed as she stared at the picture of the pregnancy test.

She took a deep breath and decided to ignore the message because she was tired of going back and forth with Poppa’s baby mama about the same shit. She had cursed Blair out so many times she’d lost count. She’d even threatened to kick her ass, but nothing worked, so replying to the message would only make her act out even more.

While she sat on the edge of the bed with her arms folded, Poppa walked into the room butt naked.

Angela’s initial reaction was to go the fuck off and make a scene, but this wasn’t anything new. Blair wasn’t the only one who couldn’t let go of Poppa. She loved him too, and although she didn’t necessarily believe everything that came out of his mouth, she had a soft spot for her man that only he knew how to finesse.

Instead of cursing Poppa out, she folded her arms, and with a blank look on her face, she asked, Are you still fuckin’ Blair?

Poppa tugged on his beard and smacked his lips