"I do believe I love that man. Now watch me put it on him with a little sex and magic." Erica Stone

She needed dick and that was a problem.

Every night she was on stage at Sextacy, Davion was there. Every time she saw him, she craved him more. What was she supposed to do?

Maybe if she got some dick, any dick, she would not want his.

After she got offstage, dressed in nothing but a thong, Uncle Freddy was standing backstage, as if he watched her show.

"Hey, Unc." She was leery of him after her father said he was into dirty business. If he was against her father, she was against him, no matter how sexy he was.

She wanted to ride on his face.

"Come on lil princess, I'm more than your uncle."

"Then what are you?"

He grinned and looked her up and down. "Why don't I show you in the back room."

Damn! Was her Uncle Freddy coming on to her? After all these years of her fantasizing about the man, wondering how big his dick was and if he knew what to do with it, now he was trying to show her.

Could she do it? Could she fuck a man old enough to be a father? Not only that, he was close to her father. A friend to the family. The man been around since she was a little kid. That part kind of grossed her out.

"Naaa, I don't know about that." She started to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm, pulled her close to him, grabbed her breast, and tried to kiss her.

"Let me go!"

"Come on princess, I know you wanta fuck me, just like your sisters." He licked the side of her face and she pushed him again, but he was a big guy.

"Stop it! Motherfucker if you don't-"

She did not even see him approach them, but Davion was there, pushing Uncle Freddy away from her, then punching him in the face.

"Didn't she say let her go? What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Freddy touched his bloody lip and chuckled. "Youngblood, this ain't between you, that's my fam."

"Bullshit! This is my girl right here, the mother of my child. Lay your old ass hands off of her"

Freddy stepped to Davion and she knew the two would trade blows in a minute. Her Uncle Freddy may be older, but he and Davion had the same height and build, and she knew for a fact her uncle boxed just like her father. She did not want to see Davion get hurt.

They were inches apart, staring each other down. Freddy wanted blood, just as Davion had drawn blood. Davion was not intimidated at all. Neither said anything, but the tension was brutal.

She grabbed Davion's arm and pulled him away.

"Drop it, okay. Just...Uncle Freddy, you can go. Now!"

"This is not over, princess. You will be mine," Freddy said, before walking away.

"Morherfucker are you serious?" Davion yelled after him. "Lay another hand on her again, a fat lip is not all you'll get."

She looked down at herself, still naked. She could not believe her uncle tried to violate her. No, he did violate her. He touched her inappropriately without permission. He could have gotten further. Though in the past she flirted with him and was infatuated with him, she did not want to do anything with him. Not now, and not ever.

"You straight?" Davion asked her.

"I'm not your girl anymore."

"You'll always be my girl." He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. "I miss you, babe."

She looked at him and all her strength to stay away was gone. He was the sexiest man to her. His eyes, his lips, his swag, everything about him had her sprung. And she did miss his dick.

"Ummm...after I change...can you...I mean, do you want to go back to my place?"

"Hell yeah!" he said and pulled her to him for a kiss. "Imma stand guard and make sure that motherfucker don't try no shit again. Who was he again? Your uncle?"

"Long story."

She went to the dressing room, changed as quickly as she could and sure enough, Davion was waiting near the back entrance. No need to be escorted out by Sextacy's security, she let him walk her to the car.

"Babe, your place?"

"Yeah. You can see lil Drake."

"And is that all?"

"We'll see."

She controlled herself driving home, too anxious thinking about Davion's dick. She wanted him, but at the same time, she had to play cool. He was the type of guy that would continue to cheat on her. Was she okay with that?

No, no woman should be. But for now, she wanted to be laid up with his hard, naked body.

She was going to cave.

"You didn't make me come over here just for my son," Davion said, while Drake slept in his room.

"No." Damn, the man was fine, locs pulled back and held in place with a hair tie, leaving his handsome face clear, his scratchy beard unkempt but sexy, those dark lips from all the weed. His face, his body, his swag, everything about him she was head over heels in love with.

But she could not tell him that.

Knowing his ass, he had another baby momma expecting on the way.

"Can we just talk?"

"Whatever shawty, I'm listening."

It may not have been a good idea to have him in her room, but she didn't know where else she would talk to him and have privacy. Her parents were home, although they were far down the hall and she never heard them getting freaky, so they could not hear her. In her room, she had a pole where she practiced, and a couple of other gadgets she liked to use for her performances.

Davion was hip to all that, but as much as the man was good in bed, he was not down with all the freaky stuff. Simply sex, no toys.

She walked over to her pole and slowly walked around it. Maybe she would give him a show before she put it on him. She had to let him know she was the only woman he needed.

I think I fucked up and let one girl turn me out. I ain't mad. Davion Foster

He could go out and fuck ten bitches and they not want a thing from him except dick. He could catch the baddest, the thickest, the realest bitches that had that wet, wet, but he still could not explain why Erica Stone captivated him? He fucked plenty of strippers in his lifetime, probably better at it than Erica.

Yet he was here because could not let her go.

It's not like Erica was like his other baby mommas that needed his money to take care of their child. No, Erica had money stacked higher than his with the family business. The money hit differently when yo' lady says, "I got this." on a bill. When she did not call you up hounding you because she needed money for diapers.

Erica had it. She did not need him.

That was fine, but he needed her.

Like he told his boy Hook, "A bitch got bank like that and she wanna be down with me, Imma stay on her good side as long as possible."

And he did not need her money, all he had to do was be adjacent to it.

"You want a private show?" Erica asked him.

"Baby, do yo' thang!"

He sat back in the bed, she stripped off her clothes in a seductive way only leaving pasties and a G-string on. Her long hair flowed wild down her back. Her body fit and toned and made him want to lick her up and down. She also still wore those high-heeled stilettos that looked deadly. He loved watching the ladies move in that like it was nothing, but he knew they were dangerous.

She grabbed her phone and pressed something to make the music play a nice stripper song played. Well, anything was a stripper song to him if they knew what they were doing. Erica knew what she was doing. Maybe because she was born into it and her mother was good at it, her daddy was a pimp to him.

He licked his lips, leaning in to watch her twirl around the pole, his dick hard as she wrapped her legs around it. The same long legs he wanted to be wrapped around his neck as he buried his face in it.

She climbed up the pole, flung herself upside down, and looked over at him, motioning him over. Hell yeah!

He walked over, she was still upside down, so as he stood in front of her, his six-three frame was eye to eye with her face. He leaned in and tongue-kissed her, she slid down the pole so her face was at his dick level. He knew the deal. This shit was wild, but he liked it.

He undid his pants and pulled his dick out. Getting head while she was upside down on the stripper pole. Try that shit, it was on the next level. He leaned his body closer to her, arms around her holding her steady, so he could make sure she did not lose her grip.

Erica licked and sucked with just her mouth, deep-throating him, he thought she would fall or pass out.

"Oh shit baby, you the throat GOAT!"

She could have kept going, but he did not want her all dizzy, so he stopped her and helped her get into an upright position.

"Now baby, are we just fucking, or are we going to get us together?"

"I wanta fuck."

"Naaa, Erica, I can fuck any bitch, this shit we have deeper than that. You my girl. Imma take care of you and my son, for life. But if this shit is just about fucking, let me know."

"You can't fuck every bitch that walks past and think I'm okay with that."

"I can see that." It would be hard for a brotha like him to give up all the pussy, but for a girl like Erica, he was willing to try.

She did all the freaky things he wanted, some of the freaky things he never thought he needed. Erica was definitely a keeper. Maybe it was time to settle down and stop his wild ways.

A/N: These two! It is time for Davion to get himself together, and stop having all those kids with random women he does not care for.