by Nicety
As he kissed me the heat of my body increased like I had a fever. I had never felt so desired and I returned his kiss with sweltering passion. I broke free from his lustful attack gazing into his beautiful brown eyes. For some reason, I just needed to see in his eyes if he was feeling the same thing I was feeling. Forcing my tongue back into his mouth, I sent it fluttering with his. The kiss only fueled the passionate flame building between us.
Without fail, Tee cupped my tits. My quick inhale let Tee know that I favored of his attention. Gently, he reached up under my shirt and began to knead the warm flesh of my tits. Rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb, it hardened as he tugged lightly on it. He broke the kiss, leaving my lips scorching with desire and aching for another.
Tee nestled his cheek with mine. His lips moved lower down my neck kissing a passionate trail to my tits. He kissed each one, taking a nipple into his mouth one by one. He sucked on it hard as I arched my back, squealing with gratification. As he suckled, I encouraged him with soft strokes to the back of his head. He gently squeezed my left tit while continuing to suck on my right one. I felt myself getting wetter, awaiting more pleasure to come. He teased the nipple in his mouth then spit it out and blew his hot breath on it.
“Damn baby,” I moaned, “You’re trying to kill me with all this teasing.”
“Naw, I’m about to show you what making love feels like,” he responded.
Releasing my heaving left tit, he trailed his hand down my trembling belly while continuing to suck on my right one. Chill bumps arose all over my body due to my arousal not from the cold. His hand continued its slow journey down my body. His fingers slid through my neatly cropped pubic hair, slipping between my legs and parting my bulbous pussy lips. He sank his middle finger deep into my simmering snatch and I gasped with the penetration. His palm pushed against my aroused clit, causing me to squeal.
Spitting out my nipple, Tee professed, “Damn girl, you're so fucking wet.”
Tee maneuvered his finger rapidly inside my pussy while tapping his thumb all around my swollen and aching clit without touching it. He was driving me insane. My hips bucked hard against his hand, begging non-verbally. The touch of his soft, warm lips against my pussy lips sent pleasurable tingles all through my body, making me want to fuck him right there and then. Reaching down a little, my hand maneuvered around a bit to feel the slight bulge through his jeans. I rubbed it through his jeans as he continued to kiss me there.
I whimpered, “Oh yes. Yes, please make me cum.”
“Sunset, open up. We need to talk.” The loud voice coupled with banging at the door interrupted our lustful actions.
“Who the fuck…” Tee began before turning his attention back to my eyes.
The glare in his eyes was fuming and frenzied in a matter of seconds. I knew that look all too well. It hit him in that moment who it was at the door and when the door sounded off again with more banging I knew that it was about to go down. Tee paused for a brief moment before returning his lips to mine for a peck. Then he smiled and headed towards the door, darting straight towards it like he was ready for whatever. I was scared shitless, not knowing what would happen once he flung it open. All I could hope was that this wasn’t about to be an episode of The First 48.
“Tee, wait…” I breathed rotating one sweaty palm around the other.
Tee stood there staring back at me blank faced as he unlocked the deadbolt lock. I gasped inaudibly as his hand turned the knob and flung the door wide open.
Chapter 20
Meanwhile…
Bianca
Blood gurgled from my lip as I awoke on the living room floor. A breeze caught my tits hardening my nipples a bit as I woozily realized that I was totally naked. My arms and legs were bound with what looked like a few pair of my pantyhose. The shit was so tight with my arms being behind my back that it was damn near cutting off my circulation. My face felt like it had been steam rolled over and I struggled to clear up my vision.
The smell of bacon increased in the air. I was far from hungry but damn if it didn’t smell good. It was a clear indication that there was someone still in the house with me. The more conscience I became, the more I remembered about what happened before I ended up laid out like a Thanksgiving Day turkey. I was tripping to have allowed myself to end up in this mess. If I were going down though, it would be swinging.
“Damn, it’s about time you woke up gal. I don’t like dead fish. I need live ones,” Angelo entered the room with a big ass plate of fried bacon and a mason jar with some weird golden substance in it.
He sat in a chair in front of me munching down on each piece of bacon allowing crumbs to fly all over the place without cleaning up after his self. There was bacon bits and grease smeared allover his disgusting thin lips. He offered me a piece, handing the bacon strip down to me as I stared blankly back at him. Shrugging his shoulders and waving me off, he stuffed it into his mouth instead. That’s when I caught wind of the fact that Angelo’s clothes were still fully in tact on his body. Thank God. That motherfucka hadn’t raped me. Yet anyway.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask you how you liked your bacon. Soft or crunchy?” He asked never skipping a beat on stuffing that bacon into his garbage disposal.
My mouth opened as wide as it would go but very little came out. Trying to scream was futile. I didn’t know what he had done to me but my throat was weak and scratchy, which made it virtually impossible for me to scream out for help. He looked down at me struggling to do so chuckling at every attempt I made. His jolly fat belly bounced every time.
“What the hell do you want from me?” I coughed, forcing my body into a seated position.
“I just want what’s mine princess. Nothing more.”
“I don’t have anything that belongs to you,” I winced out.
“Sheesh, that’s right. You fell asleep before I could finish telling you my story,” he began, sitting the plate of bacon on the coffee table. “Your boyfriend owes me money.”
“How?” I was becoming agitated.
“Argh. Your little lover ain’t shit that’s how. I used to date your cousin Damita. Damita fucked my life up with my wife and kids then after that she didn’t even want to have anything to do with me anymore. So I started out hunting her down, wanting to get her to listen to me and understand that I needed her in my life. But she kept running from me.” Aggravation read on his face as he lowered it to the floor. “She thought that she was doing something when she came up here to live with you but I followed her and found her. I’m a cop. She should’ve known better. Damita was fine as shit but she wasn’t too bright in the brain if you know what I mean.”
“What the fuck does this have to do with me and Myking?” I breathed through my teeth.
“Myking caught me outside of your house looking for her. Long story short, we spoke and came together on an agreement. He would pay me $50,000 each for Damita and Jeremiah’s head.” His laughter fueled my headache. “Sadly, I only got one of them though. At least it was the one I was aiming for all along.”
“Liar.”
“Oh no, doll. That’s the truth there.” Angelo pulled a Swiss army knife from out of his back pocket, waving it around in the air. “Trust and believe that I intend to get that money from your boy by any means necessary.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” Peering through squinted eyes, I scowled.
“Truth is, I had some good old fashioned torture set up for your cousin when I caught up with her. I didn’t appreciate her trying to leave the state on me. But I guess since she’s no longer here, I can use the shit on you.” Angelo snatched up the Mason jar. “See this right here? This is boiling hot grease from the bacon. I love bacon. So rather than waste the good old drippings here, I thought it would be fun to play with this shit all over your pretty little body. What do you think about that?”
“I think you’re a sick fucking lying freak.” My breathing became erratic, as he stood up suspended over me with the knife and jar in to
w.
“You know, I was never one for name calling.” He tilted the jar slightly as steam and oil emerged from it dripping down in my direction.
Wiggling my body out of the way I was able to dodge the first round of heated torture. Angelo’s happy disposition swiftly converted to rage, stomping me with his colossal sized foot in the stomach to keep me in check. He poured the burning hot liquid again making contact with the skin on my thighs this time. If I couldn’t scream before it sure came out when that fluid hit my skin. It was like my flesh was being seared off little by little.
I didn’t know whether to clench my stomach or try and relieve the excruciating pain burning on my leg. He tilted the jar again and out came more liquid this time hitting my side going down to my ass cheeks. Tears streamed from my eyes as I prayed for death. He was making me pay for Myking’s financial shortcomings with him and it wasn’t fair. It was bullshit and Myking wasn’t even here to save me.
He tilted the jar again and I rolled refusing to be burned any longer. With everything I had, I brought my legs up kicking my feet into the bulge in his pants forcing him to drop the knife. I snatched it up as I rolled away from him rapidly snipping away at the pantyhose tied around my wrists. It snapped apart easily, giving me the green light to cut through the pantyhose that bound my legs with one large cut.
Free from bondage, I rushed him just as he stood up to catch a glimpse of my tattered pantyhose on the floor. Putting the knife to his throat, his near bloodshot looking eyes locked on mine. He had the audacity to come up in my house and do this shit to me. My flesh felt like it was falling apart. My body was bruised and banged up. He did this shit to me with no remorse.
“I have the right mind to slit your fucking throat from ear to ear Fat Bastard looking motherfucka,” I woofed in his ear.
“Yeah, but you know you get double the sentence when your ass kills a cop.” Angelo snatched my arm flinging me around and body slamming me to the floor like I was nothing but a bag of light garbage to him. “You little bitch. I’m a cop. How the fuck are you going to beat me?”
He stomped me again. Over and over his foot met with my waist, legs, and stomach. It was as if he was stomping roaches repeatedly. I grabbed his foot pushing him back as hard as I could flipping his fat ass on his back. I climbed on top of him straddling his waist. He reached up for my nipples attempting to squeeze them off as hard as he could but I kept punching him in the face distracting him. I was so busy slapping his face left and right that I didn’t even notice his arm come from behind me yanking me by my hair hard as fuck. I hit my head hard on the floor causing me to feel dizzy and lightheaded.
“You know you done fucked up now, right gal?” He stammered as he climbed on top of me like a lion hunting his prey. “Now I’m gonna make you wish you had’ve never done that.”
Grabbing my arms, he placed them above my head pinning them down on the floor with all of his weight using only one hand. With the other hand he struggled to unzip his pants. A high-pitched squeal exited my lips hoping somebody anybody would hear me and come to my rescue. I didn’t want this prick’s repulsive vile dick inside of me at all. Angelo wormed his pants down below his waist then positioned himself forcefully in between my legs.
“Get the fuck up off me,” I screeched as he lowered his head to my tits sucking on each nipple. “Stooooooop.”
Angelo brought his face up placing his lips on mine as I eagerly twisted and turned my body trying to keep him from inserting his tongue into my mouth and his dick into my cat. I chomped the shit out of his nose pulling and jerking on that motherfucka refusing to let go even with the onslaught of blood spewing out. He popped up holding his nose with both hands in devastation. He released an earsplitting squeal at the top of his lungs like a little bitch.
“I said back the fuck up you piece of cow shit,” I rushed to snatch his gun toting it in his face and releasing the safety when the words spat from my sticky lips.
“You ignorant little bitch. Who the hell do you think you are? I’ll kill ya.” Angelo pointed. “I killed your fucking cousin and I’ll kill your ass too.”
“LIAR,” I snapped back busting him one good time in the face with the butt of the gun. “You didn’t kill anyone you stupid son of a bitch.”
“I shot them both cold blooded. You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” He released his nose allowing the horrific bloody scene to be visualized.
“You didn’t shoot them that night, Angelo, I know it. I know because… I did.” A clever smirk spread across my lips. “I followed them that night and found them in the car fucking, not caring about who they were gonna hurt in the process. No one ever cares when they’re doing some shit they aren’t supposed to. I went back to the car and grabbed Jeremiah’s old gun that I hid in the glove compartment from his hiding place in the house, went back to the front of the car and shot their asses. They were so busy fucking that they didn’t even notice me. So stop fucking lying. You didn’t kill shit.”
“Damn it. That was you? I saw someone roll up and do the job but I thought it was just some random shit in the ghetto. So I just took the credit for it since the job was basically done anyway. I needed that damn money and you fucked it up for me.” Angelo threw a fit much to the extent of a child’s tantrum. “If you hadn’t have done that I’d be on the road back to Atlanta right now. You’re a shitty marksmen.”
“Yeah, I’m a little rusty. I haven’t shot a gun since my mother’s ex-boyfriend years ago. He thought he was going to slip in my room at night and play with my virgin slit every night. I was twelve fucking years old! Well one night, I had something waiting for his bitch ass. My mother’s 9 millimeter that she thought I knew nothing about. So since you like stories so much, there’s a story for your ass. What happened to them is the same thing I have planned for you.”
“You can’t kill a cop dummy especially not with their own gun.” Angelo laughed without an ounce of fear in his heart. “You’ll never get away with this. Besides, you ain’t even got the balls.”
The most sinister sounding giggle blared from my throat. Never taking my eye off of him, my finger pulled the trigger shooting him in his jolly potbelly. Angelo arched over grasping the hole in his stomach shooting an eye of despair up at me realizing his fate. It was fun for me to watch him bleed out all over my living room floor. He deserved every bit of what the hell he did to me.
I scooted back leaning my back on the end of the couch as I lowered the gun dropping it to the floor thinking about her. She was my cousin and I loved her but she was wrong. They both were. I was tired of being the one that everybody shitted all over. Only the people that claimed they loved me were the ones that were doing the most to me. Just because we were blood that didn’t make us family. She needed to be dealt with just like any other bitch on the street.
“Baby, what the fuck is going on?” Myking slid through the door just as I was catching my breath.
“Oh my gosh, Myking. I’m so glad that you’re here,” I cried dropping to my knees as he rushed over kneeling down by my side and wrapping his long arms around me. “I was so scared baby. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.”
“Did you he touch you? Did that motherfucka rape you?” He was hysterical and breathing wildly.
“He tried to but he didn’t get far. I fought him off. He did burn me with bacon grease though. All on my body,” I sniveled.
“You good? You need to go to the hospital?”
“No! No, I think I should be fine baby. I can heal this on my own. Besides, I don’t like hospitals all up in my business.”
“It’s okay baby. I’m here for you now. I’ll never leave you again.” Myking kissed my forehead. “Is he dead?”
“I think so,” I replied glaring over to see Angelo still hunched over yet motionless. “Shit, what am I going to do? Should I call the police?”
“No… No don’t do that. Let me figure some shit out on this. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about shit.” Myking helped me to
my feet peeling the throw cover off the back of the couch to cover me with. “You did good Bianca. I’ll take it from here.”
Everything I got I wanted. It was perfectly based on my powers of persuasion. My only regret, Jeremiah was the one that lived through the shit. I was a fool for him for too long. The only way I wanted him to pay was through death. Paying with his life was the only way I could see us being even for all the shit I went through with him. It would be the perfect storm. My happiness was the only thing that mattered to me from here on out and Myking was the greatest part of that.
He held me close then moved his finger underneath my chin forcing my eyes up to his. We glared into each other’s eyes. It was almost impossible for me to hide my elation and it seemed like Myking saw right through it. I could feel his pulse begin to race and his eyes buck open a bit with a hint of confusion as his eyebrows curled. He knew. Right then he knew something was off with me. It went unspoken as he gently forced my head against his chest continuing the warm embrace. But he knew as well as I did that he was fucking with a cold-blooded killer.
AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU: THE FINAL EPISODE
**COMING SOON**
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Beautiful Nightmare
Killing Me Softly
Money Is King 1: A Tale of Greed
Money Is King 2: Secrets
Money Is King 3: The Last Straw
Juicy 1: Pandora’s Box
Juicy 2: Getting Even
Juicy 3: Lexi’s Story
Bonnie & Shine: An Epic Love Tale
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Side Chick Life 2
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