Back in Jersey, Brick stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of champagne. The next stop was a bakery, where he bought a small chocolate cake. Finally, the Party Store for a shiny bag and tissue paper.
Leaving his tools in the trunk, he entered the motel room with the gift bag, cake, and champagne.
“Happy Birthday, Anya,” Brick greeted.
“How’d you know?”
“I have my ways.” He’d actually seen the exact date stored in Cash Money’s phone. Dude was waiting for Anya to collect that dough from her lawyer.
Anya’s eyes surveyed the packages. “Is all that for me?”
“It sure is, birthday girl.” He put the cake and champagne on the table, and handed Anya the gift bag.
“It’s heavy.”
“Look inside.”
She pulled out the tissue paper and lifted the gun from the bag. “Wow.” She stroked the barrel. “This is nice!”
“I thought you might prefer something lightweight. Easy to handle. The barrel is five and a half inches. You wanted a long barrel, right?”
“Yeah.” She nodded her head thoughtfully.
“It’s a .22. Small holes.”
“That’s perfect. Thank you, Brick.”
Brick looked her in the eye. “Are you ready to do this?”
“Yeah. I’ve been waiting a long time.” Nervously, Anya bit her bottom lip.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been thinking. After this is finished, I’m out of here. Relocating to Mexico. I spoke to my lawyer today, and he said it’s going to take another ten to fourteen days for the money to clear.”
“Baby, that’s your money. You don’t have to give me reports on that.”
“I know. I’m just saying… I know that I slowed you down from handling your business—”
“No, you didn’t. I still don’t have all the info I need.”
“Well, I want you to know I can help finance the trip to Miami, if you can wait a couple weeks.”
“Nah, I’m good. I can’t wait that long. After you handle your business, I’ma leave you with enough paper to hold you until your money comes through.”
Anya bit down on her bottom lip, worriedly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think that I can handle it alone.”
“I wasn’t going to let you. I gotchu. I’m there. Where’s the mufucka living?”
A look of relief washed over Anya. “Well, I thought he was staying at his parents’ house on Olney Avenue, but I looked him up on the Sex Offender’s Registry today, and I discovered he moved to West Philly. I did a Google search. The street he lives on is near Forty-sixth and Market.”
“I know the area well. I’ma put some feelers out on ol’ boy first thing tomorrow.”
Brick picked up the ice bucket. “Going to the ice machine; be right back.”
After he closed the door. Anya picked up the gun and stared at it, feeling a mixture of fear and exhilaration. And sorrow. What those two monsters had done to her mother was unspeakable. Imagining her mother’s last hour on this earth caused Anya unbearable grief. An eye for an eye, and I’m not backing down! Kaymar Crawford is as good as dead.
CHAPTER 36
After celebrating her birthday with chocolate cake and a champagne toast, Anya and Brick lay in bed naked, watching a movie together.
Brick sat with his back supported by the headboard; Anya lounged in the space between his legs, her back pressed against his brawny chest. His arms circled her waist, Every so often, he nuzzled her neck, kissed her cheek before returning his attention to the TV that was mounted on the wall.
For Anya, this was the sweetest moment of her life. Basking in the comforting warmth of Brick’s body heat, she closed her eyes. She felt completely secure. And loved.
“Are you falling asleep?” Brick asked.
“No. I’m enjoying the moment. This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I know it sounds corny, but I want this moment to last forever.”
Brick murmured a sound. “I could restart the flick if you want to…you know…to extend the moment,” Brick said with a chuckle.
“Aw, you’re mean. Making fun of me because I’m a romanticist.” Laughing, Anya twisted her body slightly so she could look at Brick, face-to-face.
“I was only messing with you. I’m about to really extend the moment. I want you to turn back around and close your eyes.”
“Okay.” Smiling, Anya obliged. She heard rustling as he reached beneath the pillow, and then blindfolded her with a necktie. “Oh, this is freaky.”
“Shh. No talking.” He put the rim of her glass to her lips. “Take a sip.” He turned the glass up, careful not to spill any of the champagne. “Is it good?”
“Real good. It tastes different…it seems more sparkly with the blindfold on.”
“Want some more?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Let’s change positions.” Brick repositioned Anya, guiding her movements until she was seated with her back against the headboard. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed.
He picked up the glass. “Ready?”
She nodded. He gently brought the mouth of the glass to her lips. She took a deeper sip, and champagne trickled down her chin. Reflexively, her hand went up to wipe away the dribbling liquid.
Brick clasped her wrist. “I gotchu.”
She could feel his face close to hers. She flinched when his tongue mopped the dribbling champagne from her chin. “Oh, Brick,” she murmured.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. Her senses were heightened. She could hear the sound of something swishing in the glass that Brick held. “What are you doing now?”
“No questions. Now be patient. Lemme do this.”
Anya’s flesh prickled in excitement as she braced herself to be doused with more champagne. But instead, Brick placed something close to her nostrils. “Sniff.”
She inhaled deeply. “Mmm. What is it? Smells like fruit…with a hint of chocolate.”
“Open up.”
Anya parted her lips for him. Brick inserted the tip of something soft and moist. “Bite it,” he said.
She bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry laced with champagne. Greedily, she pulled the remaining portion from his fingers and slowly chewed, moaning softly. “How’d you hide that from me?”
“Ah, you don’t know about my stash spots.”
Anya smiled as she chewed and swallowed.
“There’s chocolate on your mouth, baby.” Brick wiped her lips with the pad of his thumb. His touch was sexually charged. Her moist mouth parted. She imagined parting her vagina and inviting his dick inside.
Brick inserted a chocolate-smudged thumb into her mouth. Hungrily, Anya sucked his thumb until she’d cleaned it.
Thoroughly aroused, her chest rose and fell. She gave a soft gasp as the chilled champagne suddenly trickled over her breasts.
Brick tortured her aching nipples with the hot lash of his tongue.
“Fuck me, babe,” Anya’s voice was rough with need. She looked into his eyes, detecting a mixture of savage lust and a soft tenderness.
Brick laid her down upon the pillows, breathing deeply as he positioned himself on top of her. His chest pressed against hers. His lips covering her neck. The heat of his hard body made her whimper and writhe with need. The heavy masculine scent of his skin was unbearably arousing.
Rolling her hips, she invited him to enter her.
“You ready for me?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
Bending slightly, he swiped her pussy with a finger, and brought her flavor to his lips. “Mmm, so sweet, baby,” he mumbled, panting with need.
“Brick, I need you,” she pleaded hoarsely. Arching her hips while struggling to part her thighs wide, she urged him to plunge deeply.
Brick pressed his hand against her shoulder, and inserted small increments of dick…pushing in and then withdrawing, forcing Anya to acc
ept his pace.
“Brick…”
“Not yet,” he uttered, maintaining a slow and relentless drive until his dick was embedded to the hilt. She felt every thick vein, every straining inch of him. Crammed with his throbbing thickness, her muscles seized and clenched so tightly around his girth.
Anya writhed beneath him, her head thrashing as he rode her. Plunging and retreating, and leisurely building her arousal, Brick made the climb to climax a long-lasting and pleasurable journey.
She wrapped her legs around him, tethering him to her until a violent jolt coursed through her body. Her pussy spasmed as it sucked hard on the dick that filled her.
“You finished cumming, babe?” Brick purred with his mouth to her ear.
Caught up in the sweetest orgasm ever, Anya couldn’t respond. The climax rocked her body, stealing her breath and depriving her of coherent speech. All she could do was moan blissfully.
When her thighs fell apart in complete exhaustion, Brick claimed his own pleasure. With an agonized groan, he shafted her harder, delivering deep, long strokes.
He claimed her good pussy. He praised it, remarking on the tight fit, the fragrant scent, and the tangy taste of it.
Guttural cries tore from Brick’s throat, when at last, he spurted his seed deep within her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried between her breasts. Chest heaving, breathing harshly as he struggled for air. A stallion winded from a long, hard ride.
CHAPTER 37
Evette is standing at the stove cooking my dinner. I’m sitting at the table, hungry as a mufucka and mad about everything. First of all, Fawn stood me up tonight and she’s not picking up my calls. I’m antsy and cranky. My food should be on the table, not being whipped up on the spur of the moment.
“Why can’t I get dinner on time?” I grumble.
“You told me you were cooking a candlelight dinner for you and Fawn.”
“Do you see Fawn in this kitchen?” I look all around, with my eyes bugging.
“I know you’re upset, Kaymar. Fawn doesn’t treat you right. Maybe you’re better off without her,” Evette suggests.
I know she means well, but I get an instant attitude. “I hate it when you start flapping your lips, giving out advice I ain’t ask for.”
She bristles at the criticism. “I was only trying to make you feel better.”
“If you want to make me feel better, get over here and do something constructive with your mouth.”
Evette’s feelings are hurt, but I don’t care. Shit, I’m hurt, too. Fawn is doing me dirty; she’s making a good man go bad.
Rolling my eyes and grumbling at the nerve at that smut bitch for treating me the way she does, I stand up pull and my pants down. I got my Johnson lying across my palm, and my shit is throbbing like it’s as angry as I am.
“Get over here, Evette. Don’t you see how bricked-up my shit is?”
“Okay, one minute,” she says and hastily begins turning off the burners.
In a flash, she on her knees, where she belongs. I steer the head of my dick over to her mouth. She opens it, waiting to gobble up some dark meat. But I ain’t ready to give it to her yet. “Close your damn mouth,” I order.
She promptly obeys, closing her eyes at the same time.
I look over at the butter dish on the table. “Why you set this butter out on the table without any bread? What was I supposed to do with a stick of soft butter?”
She murmurs, prepared to respond. But I smack her lips with my dick, informing her that I’m doing all the talking.
I scoop up a handful of butter and smear it all over my Johnson. Shit is mushy. A different kind of feeling. I like it, though. I wanna jerk my dick off while it’s greased up with butter, but I also want to share it with Evette.
First, I trace around the outside of her lips with the tip of my dick, drawing a greasy outline. Then I gloss up her bottom lip with the butter on my dick. She murmurs a sound, letting me know that she likes it. I coat her top lip next. Her mouth is all shiny like she’s wearing a weird, yellow-tinted lip gloss.
“That looks good.” I’m getting horny. And the hornier I get, the less concerned I am about Fawn.
“You hungry, Evette?” I whisper. She nods her head. “I know I am. But I’m not gon’ be selfish like you are. I’ma feed you this buttery sausage. But you gotta lick all the butter off before I let you have it.”
Her tongue comes out of her mouth, glides over my Johnson, licking off the butter. Lapping on my dick like she hasn’t had a meal in a long time. I watch as her tongue swipes the length of my dick. I’m fully absorbed in the sight of butter on her face and on her tongue. I can hardly control the ejaculation that’s bubbling in my balls and traveling down my dick. I curl my toes in ecstasy as Evette feasts on my thick, greasy meat. Amazingly, my entire hot sausage disappears inside her mouth.
In an act of wanton passion, I lock my hand around the back of her neck, digging my nails into her flesh as I flood her mouth with my butter-flavored jism.
Instead of feeling satisfied, I feel angrier than ever after I shoot my load. Every blue moon, I get burning mad after I cum. Don’t ask me why. It’s one of my quirks.
I’m feeling so disgusted, I take a swing at Evette. Avoiding my punch, she tumbles over and lands on her ass. Dodging a blow is a natural reflex, but Evette knows how we do…she was supposed to let me get some aggression out on her.
I look down at her. “I hate sluts. You disgust me!” I spit on her, imagining that I’m spitting on Fawn.
Spit, butter and cum are sliding down Evette’s face.
“I gotta go for a walk or something. The way I’m feeling, I might hurt you real bad.”
“Why, Kaymar? I didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t know why. I only know that if I don’t get out of here, I’ma start kicking you.”
“Well then, kick me! If that’s what it takes for you to spend some time with me, then do it. Kick me, Kaymar.”
I shake my head. “Don’t even tempt me. Aye? You wanna wind up with some broken ribs?”
“No.”
“Aye, so don’t be talking a bunch of shit. You have no idea what I’m capable of. So don’t be tryna tempt me.”
“I’m not trying to tempt you. I want to spend more time with you, but all you care about is Fawn.”
“Don’t bring up that slut’s name. I gotta go out and get my mind right,” I say to Evette while she’s pulling herself off the floor.
I run up the stairs and take a quick shower because there’s butter drizzling into my pubic hairs and running down my inner thighs. Shit feels nasty.
Freshly showered and wearing a change of clothes, I grab my container of that Chinese love potion and stick it in my pocket. A lot of the aggression has left me. Now I’m feeling pretty good.
Downstairs, I notice that Evette has wiped the butter, saliva, and cum off her face. She’s back at the stove rattling pots and pans.
“I’ll be back later,” I say as a common courtesy. I really ain’t gotta explain my comings and goings, but the memory of the vigorous way she sucked that butter off my dick is prompting me to treat her nice.
“Your dinner’s almost ready. Do you want me to make you a plate and leave it in the microwave?”
“I’ll eat when I get back in. I gotta get out of here for awhile—chase after some pussy. You know, fuck with some stray pussy so I can keep that slut, Fawn, off my mind.”
“I understand,” she says. The dismal look in her good eye expresses deep sorrow. Her sad expression tugs a little at my heartstring. “I got something good for you, later on. So wait for me in my room. Aye? Me and you gon’ sleep together tonight. Get them sheets hot for your future husband, aye?” I pat her on the ass and wink, hinting at the deep burning that I’m going to put on her butt cheeks, followed by my healing ointment.
Evette brightens. She’s wearing a smug expression as if giving her an ass whoopin’ is better than slut-fucking. She got it twisted. I love Fawn’s dirty
drawers and her slutty pussy.
So I say, “But…um…if Fawn comes through while I’m out…you know the drill, grab up your shit and go sleep in the spare room.” I smirk after bursting her bubble and letting her know what’s good. Ain’t nothing fake about me; I keeps shit one hundred!
Using the cell phone that Evette’s broke ass finally bought me, I give Munch a call and ask him if he wants to go out and get into something.
“Whatchu feel like doing?” Munch asks.
“Hunting down some pussy; what else is there to do?”
He laughs. “I can dig it. You want me to see if Blake can get out?”
“Nah. That bull thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
“We need him for transportation,” Munch explains.
“Can’t you hold your mom’s wheels tonight?”
“Nope. She’s bitching about how I keep driving her car and don’t put no gas in it. Said I can’t drive her whip for two weeks.”
“Two weeks! Man, just go in her purse and take the keys.”
“You crazy? My mom don’t play that shit. If I went in her pocketbook and took her keys, she’d whip my ass. I ain’t lying. And on top of that, she probably would make me keep my ass in the house for at least two weeks. I’m serious, yo. My mom was in the military; she’s strict!”
Munch’s relationship with his mom is twisted as shit. A grown man scared to death of his mother. Crazy!
“Aye, well look, I got the number of this freak broad named Detina. She got a friend. I’ma call and see if they’ll come and pick us up. I’ll hit you back in a minute.”
CHAPTER 38
I called Detina and after she fussed for a few minutes about me taking so long to call her, she agreed to scoop up her girlfriend and come pick me up. I didn’t mention Munch because she was expecting a threesome. On some real shit, I don’t know the rules for a threesome. I gotta get some more experience before I try that shit.
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