Making Love to a Dope Boy

by Kandie Marie

Genres: African American Urban

Synopsis

When a hood princess meets a kingpin, their happy ending is threatened by the tribulations of street life.

Nahima had to grow up hard to survive in the streets of Tampa, and she has no problem holding her own. Because of who her family is, Nahima is thrown into the street life with no real choice. She knows what to expect, but you know what they say: when we make plans, God laughs.
 
Nahima quickly catches the eye of Isaziah. Known well in the streets, Isaziah is not just a man—he is that man. He’s always shooting for the stars, and everyone knows that whatever Isaziah wants, he gets. It’s no different when it comes to getting Nahima.
 
So smitten by love, the young couple doesn’t even sense danger in the air. By the time they do, trusting the wrong people has them scrambling for a plan just to survive. Is their bond strong enough to last, or will they fold under pressure?

Release date: May 27, 2025

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

“Choke me, nigga! Choke me!” I begged in between moans as Isaziah pumped my body with his long, thick dick.

“This what you want? This what the fuck you want?” He gripped his hands tight around my neck, pulling me toward the wall, keeping the head of his dick inside of me.

My back was against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he held my thick body with all his strength. Each stroke was slow, deep, and powerful. Every time he slid in and out, he reached a different part of my pussy. With his nine-inch dick having a curve to it, he automatically hit my walls every time. Releasing his grasp from my neck, my man lowered my body gently to the bedroom floor. Positioning my body just how he wanted it, Isaziah slowly entered my booty hole as he used his index and middle fingers to penetrate my pussy.

Yeah, I said it. I loved being double penetrated by him. There was something about being filled completely in both holes that made my pussy cream. Isaziah switched up his tempo as we both knew my body was ready to explode. My body trembled as he dug deeper inside. The more my G-spot was tickled, the louder I moaned. Soon, I was squirting my juices all over our floor and him.

“I love when you make a mess. But I ain’t done yet,” Isaziah teased, pulling out of me to suck up the remaining extra juices.

I loved rough, nasty, downright freaky sex. But it’s a completely different type of dick when it comes from a thugged-out nigga. And Isaziah Marcell Jones was the corporate thug. That was just what my pussy and my heart ordered. My man was more than just a d-boy. Isaziah went from hustling nickels and dimes to still graduating from college, stacking his bread, and creating several lucrative small businesses. But that didn’t take him away from the streets. He still would live like he was middle-class, keeping himself way below the radar and never being too flashy.

Isaziah spoke like T.I., fucked like Kevin Gates, and looked like a light-skinned Haitian Idris Alba. I’m not going to lie, I hit the jackpot when getting with him. Just when I thought we were done, he was down on his knees spreading my legs and diving in headfirst. I couldn’t respond before my legs were spread apart and my pussy was in his mouth. That man knew how to eat my pussy. Isaziah tongue kissed my pussy slowly, giving me a tongue-lashing that I could barely control. My pussy was singing the longer he ate me. I gripped his dreads like a harness, wrapping them around my fists, digging his head deeper into my pussy. His tongue fucked my pussy hole, and I screamed out his name as I was reaching my climax. My pussy squirted all in his mouth as I yelled and my body trembled.

Isaziah stood up and my juices dripped from his beard. Arching my back, it was my turn to return the favor. I needed to complete my man. Just as the tip of his dick hit my lips, the phone rang.

“Ignore it,” I pleaded as I continued to slide his dick in my mouth.

“I can multitask.” Isaziah grabbed his phone off the edge of the bed, answering it and placing it on speaker. “What up?”

“Ziah, where you at? We got an issue!” It was Marcus, my boo’s right-hand man.

I started to stop, but he instructed me to keep going. “What’s the issue, bro?”

“One of the stores got hit for sixty grand. Half of the supply is gone. I think it’s probably them fuck-ass spics!” Marcus shouted through the phone all aggressive.

I was trying to stay focused, but Marcus’s tone was throwing me off. The limper my man’s dick got, my pussy started drying up. Sitting up on the bed, I patted his stomach, whispering for him to handle his business. Putting the phone on mute while Marcus continued his rant, Isaziah sat beside me, rubbing my back.

“Marcus! Marcus! Listen, calm down, it’s going to be just fine. I didn’t get where I am today by overreacting. I’ll call up the head of the Tyshoons so we can all sit and talk. I’ll make it a public meeting, so it won’t get too crazy. But I’m with wifey right now, so let’s link up let’s say around eleven.” Isaziah finally got that man to shut up.

“Oh, my bad, brah. What’s up, Nahima! That’s cool, man, just shoot me the location.”

Without another word, Isaziah disconnected the call, pushed me back on the bed, then lay across me. Sensing his frustration, I gently ran my ombre blue and black stiletto fingernails across his chest.

“Babe, if the Tyshoons are the ones really behind this, you gotta move with them in caution. You know how Jose can be. But I thought y’all didn’t have no beef.”

“Exactly. Thus, if it’s not them, then who could it be? Everyone else is damn near on my payroll. Most of them niggas wouldn’t have half of the shit or the bitches they got if it weren’t for us!”

“I’ve always told you to keep the circle small and be mindful of who works for us. At the end of the day, everyone around you, whether you supply them or they run your streets, you treat like family. Everyone ain’t family, even blood.”

Turning his head to look me in my eyes, he smiled at me. “Then what do you suppose we do to keep our empire strong, my Nubian queen?”

“Meet with the Tyshoons. You know Jose’s girl gets her hair done at Bianca’s shop. If you want, I can set it up with her like on some double-date stuff. That way we can make sure it doesn’t come off like it’s business even though it is.”

“What if it was him or his peoples? I’ll have to take care of him and leave his children without a father.”

“If and when we get to that bridge, we’ll deal with it then. But right now, I think we should go grab something to eat before you leave me.”

“If I can have you for dessert first, because I wasn’t done when Marcus called.” Right as Isaziah was climbing on top of me, his phone rang again.

“Who is it, babe?” I questioned, praying it wasn’t Marcus again.

“I don’t know. It’s an unknown number.” Isaziah slid his finger across the screen to answer the phone, placing it on speaker.

“Ayo, if this is Z, you may wanna check on your moms. Her house looks like it’s on fire,” the deep male voice on the other end stated before erupting into laughter.

“Aye, who the fuck is this? And don’t play with me like that! You know who the fuck I am?”

“Yeah, we heard all about the big Z. The main plug. But guess what, nigga? Your time is up. See, the Gator Boys are here now. We coming to take over. I hope you ready for a war. We gon’ make you a deal right now. You and everyone you know in this city moving weight can give up your suppliers and blocks, work under us for a decent cut, and then it don’t have to be no war.”

While the man was on the other end flapping his gums, Isaziah and I were preparing to leave the house. No one touches our family. And sparking a house on fire, especially my soon-to-be mother-in-law’s, was the wrong thing to do.

“Well, Gator Boys, if y’all still sitting around my mother’s house when I get there, please make sure we talk in person. Just a little FYI—don’t start a war with people you know nothing about.”

“You shouldn’t be unaware of who your people know or their intentions. Says a lot about your team. I’ll holla at ya folk.” The phone disconnected, and by that time, we were fully clothed and searching for the ammo for our guns just in case.

Isaziah’s face was filled with emotion. The look of rage filled his eyes, his lips tightened, and his face scrunched up. His hands were balled into fists. Taking a moment, I whispered to him that his mother and baby sister were probably fine and hopefully out of the house in time. With a simple nod as his reply, we made our way out the door, praying for the best but expecting the worst.

Pulling up to my mother’s house, it looked like a murder scene. Her neighbors were all out front, and the fire trucks and ambulances were blocking the street. My first thoughts were if my family was okay. If they were harmed in any way or worse, God forbid, this new crew was going to see what I was made of. Plus, I needed no heat attached to me or my family. We’d lived like normal struggling middle-class niggas for the longest. There was no telling if this would trigger an investigation into my life.

My heart raced as we parked the car on the side of the street behind one of the police cars. I was glad to have the love of my life with me. Nahima had always been my strength. See, she wasn’t the average girl most dope boys like me would be attracted to. We met sixteen years ago when I was walking through Times Square. It was October 2013, and I was in New York visiting my family in Brooklyn. I was a country boy in the Big Apple and truly excited. At 22, I had never been anywhere outside of Florida. Plus, I had just started pushing minor weight to help with my college tuition. I was attending Edward Waters College to gain my degree in business management and accounting. I came from a Haitian family, and my mother always instilled in us education and bettering ourselves.

When she used to tell me and my older siblings about her life there, it made me boss up at a young age. I vowed to boss up and make sure that when my money got to a certain level, I would be able to take care of my family for the rest of my life. I didn’t want my mother struggling any more than she had to. When I started in the game, I was nervous. But the more I hung around the OGs, my knowledge of the game increased. That October when I took my trip to New York for family, I was also there to meet a new connect.

There was an Applebee’s near Madame Tussauds where I was meeting my possible connect that evening. The restaurant was crowded almost to capacity. I was instructed to wait at the bar until further instructions, so when a seat became free, I hopped on it. While I was waiting, this beautiful milk chocolate goddess walked in dressed as Harley Quinn and caught my eye. She was country thick, just the way I like them. She had to be about 200 pounds, but her shape was everything. Her boobs sat up high, her hips were nice and wide, and when she turned around, her booty was round, poking through her neon green and black biker shorts. I knew she couldn’t have been from New York built like that. But if she was, I had to at least fuck her before I left the city.

I placed my order with the bartender while still maintaining the visual of the thick cutie in the bar. As I was eating my food, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder.

“Do you mind if we sit here?” a soft female voice asked, moving to the right side of me. It was her.

“Yes, please be my guest, beautiful.” I moved the barstool out for her so she could sit.

An older gentleman sat beside her, giving me a nod, acknowledging my presence. My assumption at first was that he was her pimp. I tried my best to not listen to their conversation, but I wanted a piece of her. I wasn’t paying for no pussy, though. It was about an hour later when the guy walked off and I received a text from the gentleman about our new partnership.

“Excuse me?” The young lady cleared her throat before speaking to gain my attention.

“Yes, ma’am?” I responded, turning to my right slightly.

“I’m Nahima. My brother will be meeting with you shortly. But I did want to say you are very handsome.”

“Wait, your brother? You are—”

“We are who you’ve been waiting for. I just happened to be in town for Comic Con when he informed me of y’all little meeting. I tagged along for the free food and drinks.” Nahima chuckled as she lifted her straw to her juicy lips, taking a sip from her drink.

“Well, you definitely caught my eye when you came in. I caught that you’re not from here. So, where do you live?”

“I attend FAMU. I’m majoring in criminal science. I’m also a Delta, and I’m on the majorette team.”

“Shit, you aren’t that far from me. I attend Edward Waters. I wouldn’t mind taking trips to see you. That is if you don’t have a man.”

“Recently single as of three months ago. So, I been chilling.”

“Well, if you are up to it, when your brother and I finish, maybe we can hang out the rest of the night. Hit a party or something. If that’s cool?”

“Give me your phone.” Nahima reached out her hands as I passed her my phone. They were so soft I didn’t want to let them go.

I watched her put her number in my phone, save it, and call herself so she could have my number. We conversed for about twenty more minutes before her brother reappeared. Nahima gave me a wink as she walked off, leaving us to tend to our affairs.

“My sister had her eye on you. Seems like the feeling’s mutual. Call me PT,” he stated while sitting down.

“I want to thank you for this opportunity. Your sister seems cool. She was good company ’til you got here. What my numbers looking like?”

“Well, I definitely have some amazing shit this way. Tell me what you tryin’a pull off with and when. We can make it happen.”

“I wanna bring someone to test it out, make sure I’m not wasting no money. Even though you came highly recommended, I still gotta make sure my clients are receiving the best.”

“Understood. I’ll hit yo’ line with the address and shit. Make sure you got all my money as well. You looking at about seven bands for what you quoted earlier.”

“Money talks, bullshit walks, right? My money is right. Hopefully this product is.”

“Trust me, you’ll get your money’s worth.” PT hopped off the barstool. “I’ll talk to you soon, my mans. Look out for my call or text.”

“Facts, bro. I’ll holla at you.”

PT disappeared into the crowd, and there Nahima came with a smile on her face. When she came back to me, she insisted that we hang out, and I was here for it. From that moment on, we were stuck to one another.

Hand in hand, we walked toward the crowd slowly. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect. My mother’s house was up in flames, and the firefighters were doing their best to control the fire.

“Aye, let me through! That’s my mother’s house! That’s my momma’s house!” I shouted, trying to break through the barrier.

“Sir, we need you to calm down and wait here. Please!” an officer yelled while attempting to push me back.

“Hell no! That’s my fuckin’ momma’s house!”

“I understand, but the best thing to do right now is to try to remain calm. Once the fire has been controlled enough, we will let you in.”

“Officer, listen, my mother and sister-in-law were in that house. We just want to make sure they are all right. Please. Just think if it were your family,” Nahima pleaded with the officer in a gentler tone.

“All right, come on.” The officer moved the barricade just enough to let us through.

“That is why you’re my better half. Thank you, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

“Always, baby. Let’s go find your momma.”

We were walking toward the ambulance when we noticed my sister, Asia, sitting on the pavement crying as the paramedics rolled out a stretcher covered in a white sheet. Asia noticed us walking toward her when she cried out for Momma so loudly it gave me chills. It was at that moment I realized she didn’t make it out of the fire in time.

The tension in Isaziah’s face spoke louder than any words that could escape from his lips. My sister-in-law sitting on the cold concrete wailing her eyes out was enough to set it off. When we got to the gurney, we asked to see the body under the sheet just to confirm our worst fear. It was her. My mother-in-law was lying there almost unrecognizable from the burns all over her body. Asia stood up, embracing us as now she was just left with her siblings. She was only 16, and she still needed her mom like all of us do even when we don’t want to accept it. Asia and Isaziah were consoling one another when a detective who seemed familiar came up to us.

“Isaziah Morgan, nice to see you again. Well, I’m assuming with your mother dead now it’s not that nice,” he chuckled.

“Nigga, my mother just died and you wanna come over here with your bullshit? I don’t care how dirty they do or don’t think you are. Fuck with me again and I’m gonna put my foot up your ass!” Isaziah held on to the gurney rail, clenching it tightly with his fist.

“Isaziah, you forget I don’t work for your ass anymore, and my new employer is enjoying this moment. Just watch your back.” The detective pretended to hug my man like he gave a shit what was going on. Then he loudly put on a scene. “It’s going to be all right, son. I promise you everything is going to be all right. May your mother rest in peace.”

Isaziah shoved the man out of the way. “Aye, Oscar, thanks for the condolences. I’ll definitely be in touch. I’m sure you will do your best to find out what happened to my mom. Especially after how she took you in from time to time.”

As the detective walked away, I tapped Isaziah on the shoulder. “Who the hell is he? I feel like I know him from somewhere.”

“You do. He used to work for us until he started stealing. We got enough cops on the payroll. He wouldn’t dare try anything stupid. But if his hands are in this, I’ll deal with him personally.” Isaziah let go of my hand and took his sister’s.

I advised for us to leave the scene, especially with all the attention we were receiving. News stations were arriving to report the house fire. I knew talking to them would only bring more attention. As we were walking to the car, I received a call from my bestie, Sharonda. I ignored the call the first time, but then when she called three more times, I figured something was wrong.

“Hello?” Sharonda screamed through the phone as I could hear a beeping sound echoing in the background.

“Hey, sis, what’s up? I can’t really talk right now. Can I call you back?”

“I just saw about a house fire and a person dead on the news. And it’s the same street as Momma Jade.”

“Yeah, let me just call you back.”

“Was it her? Where’s Isaziah? Sis?”

I tried to hold back my emotions, but the more she probed me, the harder it was to control. Momma Jade was not just my mother-in-law. She was like my mother. My mom died from an overdose when I was 10. My father raised me on his own, but I was left without either parent at the age of 18 when my father was killed in a hit-and-run accident. When I met Momma Jade, she embraced me with so much love it was hard not to give the love right back.

Isaziah introduced me to his mother and his other siblings after dating for a good six months. It was the end of the spring semester, and my babe asked if I would go with him to meet his family for the Fourth. Since I had the whole weekend off and Isaziah was doing well with the work my brother was supplying him, we were good to go. He booked us a nice little suite in downtown Orlando even though his mom got a beach house for their family. He claimed it was so we could fuck loudly like we did at home versus sneaking around his mom.

I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous as shit. I knew he had a slew of sisters, plus his mom! My biggest fear was that they wouldn’t accept me or at least like me enough to tolerate me.

We arrived in Orlando early that Fourth of July. The rest of Isaziah’s family had been there since the day before. He informed me that his family was well aware of how he made all of his money and was skeptical about him fucking with me since I was the plug’s sister.

After we checked into our hotel and relaxed for a bit, Isaziah’s mother called.

“Son, where ya at?” she questioned with anxiousness.

“We just checked in. We’ll be on our way shortly. Has everyone else got there?”

“Yes. Just waiting on you, ya know.”

“Yes, ma’am. We are coming, but we just got here.”

Now Isaziah had the call on speaker, so his mom began speaking in Creole. “Ou te pote mennaj ou?”

I had no clue what she asked him, but I felt like it was about me. “What she just say? I know it was about me! Babe, what she say?”

Placing the phone on mute while his mother was going off, Isaziah responded to me, “She asked if I had my girlfriend with me. That’s all.”

“Wi mwen te di nou te vini. Tanpri bon. (Yeah, I told you we were coming. Please be nice),” he responded. “Momma, I’ll see you soon. Yeah?”

“Yes. Y’all be careful. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy.” Isaziah was the epitome of a mother’s boy. But against what others say about it, it truly made Isaziah into a great man.

We arrived at the beach house, and his mother was sitting on the steps shucking fresh corn to cook. Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car as he whispered that everything would be just fine. One by one, his four older sisters greeted me, and then his baby sister came out from hiding to do the same. The oldest of them all, Shereene, had a hard time warming up to me. Even with me volunteering to help cook, she gave me attitude the entire time.

The day went by, and his mother decided to take me out with her to the grocery store to grab more food for the cookout. My hesitation was seeping through when she volunteered me to go with her. I just knew it was going to scare the shit out of me. Driving the longest route ever, his mother began small talk.

“So, you met my son in New York . . .