by Darrell King
Kay plastered her body against him as her tongue slipped into his mouth. She leaned back as he kissed her neck, and muttered, "God, I hate you Ghost."
"No you don't," he said, kissing her fiercely. "You're just mad because you want
me to fuck you right now."
They kissed and she stopped fighting his arms. Instead, she pressed against him as they stumbled backward until he ran into the wall.
"Ouch," he said, rubbing his head.
"Sorry," she said, then, turning her expression serious, she said in a bitchy tone, "serves you right, dick."
He grinned, and so did she as they understood each other. Then, he turned around, pressing her against the wall. She gasped quietly, sticking her ass out and standing on her tip toes.
"You're such a bitch," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"Then fuck me like one," she panted. "I'm wet."
"Wet for what?" he said, pressing her gently against the wall. He pressed up against her, his throbbing penis pressed against her round ass.
"Wet for your cock," she hissed. "I'm ready, baby, fuck me hard. Slam it into me."
"No," he said, running his hand down her back as he pressed against her gently.
"Please, please fuck me," she begged.
"Louder," he whispered.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "Stick that big cock in his pussy and fuck me, make me your slut."
He grinned, and guided his dick between her legs. She parted them slightly and stood on tiptoe, waiting for him to penetrate her. She was soaking wet as he slid along her labia. He pulled back until he was at the entrance of her vagina and then bent his knees slightly.
Then, with the head of his penis pressed against her vagina, he grabbed her hair gently. She moaned, arching her head and stick her ass out a little more, and then he thrust upward and entered her fully in one stroke.
From behind he felt her boobs again, pulling on the nipples and rubbing them back and forth, rubbed the bottom side of her boobs, stuck a finger in her mouth, "Wet my finger." When she did, he rubbed his wet finger on her nipples. He felt them some more and lifted a boob to her mouth,
"Lick it, and now the other one."
Letting her suck her own boobs,
he continued feeling her boobs up to her neck and around her ears to the small hairs at the back of her neck.
He felt down her back and felt her ass through the beige panties she was wearing. He stuck his hand down her panties and felt her bare skin on both cheeks and up and down her crack to the edge of her vagina, rubbing the outer edges for a minute.
Months later, they were back in Florida. Kay later found out that she was puking. She visited the doctor who then confirmed she is pregnant. She told she’s pregnant with his lovechild; Cyrus was too happy at that. He marries Kay in a short ceremony where El Curo was the officiating priest.
However the news got circulated in the whole of Florida where the media likened their love and ambitionto Bonnie and Clyde’s. It was intolerable as well as illegal to engage in an interracial relationship, causing even greater hatred to be directed toward Cyrus. The governor of Florida placed a hefty bounty ($10,000,000) on Cyrus's head and his outlaws as well as angry, racist lynch mobs vow to bring the Sunshine state's most infamous crime couple to justice, dead or alive.
The gang then plotted to avenge for the death of their former leader. They attacked
residence of the Black Jesus’ gang in the dead of the night. It was a deadly shootout as Cyrus and Redbone were the only survivors. They set the apartment on fire and sped off in their car back to the apartment. That night, Cyrus and Redbone decided to make arrangements to fly out of the country to Mexico to cool off for a while and start a new life with the rest of the money they had looted in the banks. The thought of having a kid was already changing Cyrus’ mindset. He didn’t want his son to grow old knowing his father robs people for a living.They relocated to another apartment and then flew to Mexico about a week later.
About 7 months later, Kay had already given birth to a baby girl; Cyrus’ love child.Cyrus had gone to a mall down the street to buy groceries and was just strolling back to his apartment. As he was walking, his shoelace loosened. As he bent down to fasten it, he noticed a silhouette in the dark but didn’t think much of it. However, he noticed the figure kept moving nearer towards him. It was dark around that district and so he couldn’t really fathom who the person was. He could hear a hollow sound of siren blasting from a mile away. The silhouette figure seemed to be panting. Cyrus decided to walk faster, but surprisingly the figure did. At a point, Cyrus started running, the figure ran after him.
“Stop or I shoot!” the voice boomed; echoing into the dead of the night. Cyrus halted in his tracks and raised his hands up “Alright. But whoever you are, you
don’t have to pull the trigger. I can …”
“Shut up!” the hooded figure thundered “I know who you are CyrusGables”
“Yeaaahh”, Cyrus stuttered, trying to turn around
“Stop trying to act smart, boy” the figure sneered, aiming at Cyrus’ head
Cyrus was terrified. Was this the end? Was this how he was gonna die? He thought. He knew he just had to say something to pacify his assailant.
“See, I may not know who you are but I’m pretty sure we can talk about this”, he stuttered
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve been searching all over the place for you. You murdered members of my gang. You took away the only family I had. And now it’s your time to die too”
FREEZE!
DON’T MOVE!!
The booming voices disrupted the tension of the atmosphere. It was Redbone “Drop the weapon or I shoot!” he commanded as he pointed his gun at Cyrus’ assailant
“No I won’t!” the hooded figure said
“Drop your weapon!” another guy walked out from the dark and pointed his gun at Redbone
There was tension in the atmosphere for some seconds and then it happened
KSHHHHH!!!
Series of bullets discharged with no forewarning.
THE END
