by Jade Jones
“You like her?” Jude asked his protégée.
“I do… But a nigga ain’t been making the best impression, feel me? First Briana jumped on her at the restaurant. Then last night this nigga I flexed up on in the club bust out her window trying to get at me. I had to whup dude’s ass.” Magyc’s knuckles were still red, swollen, and bruised from last night’s episode.
“Damn. Yo’ ass right. You ain’t been making the best of impressions.”
Magyc took the shot and missed — just like he had been doing with Roxie. “Aye, I’ll be back,” he told Jude.
“Do ya thing.”
Magyc stepped outside for some fresh air. A few more cars were coming in. He took in everything around him; this was the illegal life he had chosen. Pulling out his iPhone, Magyc decided to hit up Roxie. He was surprised she had answered after all the mess he put her through.
“What do you want… my incommodious but handsome bad luck charm?”
“You,” Magyc bluntly stated. “Where you at? It sounds noisy.”
“I’m at the shop getting ready to leave after waiting two hours for a window repair. Thanks a lot for that, by the way,” she said sarcastically.
Magyc wanted to say ‘fuck that Audi’. He could put her in a Beemer, no problem. Instead of telling her that shit, he just let her comments roll off his back. Besides, it was his fault she was even there to begin with. Had he not shoved his pistol in that nigga’s face, he would’ve never returned on that get back tip. The last thing Magyc wanted was to put Roxie in harm’s way.
“Let me make it up to you,” he suddenly said.
“How?” she asked.
Magyc knew he had to pull out his best tricks if he wanted to get back in her good graces. “Be downstairs and ready in two hours.”
“Why?”
“It’s a surprise.”
***
Thirty-two year old Eunice carefully eased her pearl white Benz wagon into her driveway. After completing an eight-hour shift, there was nothing she wanted more than to take a hot shower and relax.
Eunice didn’t need to work; her husband made enough where she could easily retire if she wanted. But Eunice loved teaching kindergarten. She loved the children as if they were her own. She’d been doing it for almost eleven years with no plans of stopping anytime soon. Her husband didn’t mind, just as long as she was content. Happy wife, happy life. That was the motto they stood firmly by.
After turning off the engine, Eunice hopped out the truck and approached her home. She was a beautiful woman standing at 5”7. Her skin was the color of honey and her eyes, mint green. She was both classy and sophisticated, dressing and always carrying herself as such.
As soon as she entered the house, she pulled off her Burberry trench and placed it on a coat rack. Her black patent Tory Burch flats came off next.
“So good to be home,” she said, padding barefoot through the house. The fresh scent of lavender greeted her nose. Their maid had obviously stopped by this morning.
Eunice pulled the bobby pins out of her bun as she headed to her bedroom. It felt so damn good to finally let her hair down. She cherished her solitude, as brief as it was. She only had a short amount of time to herself before her family came back home. Being a mom and devoted wife was no easy task, but she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
Eunice walked in the master bedroom and flipped on a lightswitch. A bloodcurdling scream bounced off the walls after she noticed someone sitting on her bed.
Jag slowly lifted his index finger to his lips in a hushing gesture. A Glock 26 with a suppressor screwed on the end rested in his lap. She knew that he meant business.
“Oh my God. Please! Please, don’t kill me!” Eunice cried. “I—I have money.”
“I don’t want ya fuckin’ money,” he said.
“What is this about? I… I—why are you even here? I haven’t done anything wrong! Is this about my husband?” Tears poured down her cheeks as she trembled where she stood. Jag had her shook. When Eunice woke up that morning she would’ve never expected today would be her last.
Jag slowly rose from the bed and walked over towards her. Eunice staggered in an attempt move away from him. Soon they were on opposite ends. Jag stood near the door with his gun hanging loosely at his side. He usually never got assignments to kill women. Fuck it. I don’t discriminate, he reasoned. Work was work. At the end of the day, the money would still be spent regardless. He didn’t give a fuck whose head he had to put a bullet in.
“Please don’t do this,” she cried. “I’m… I’m a good person.”
“Are you? Are you really?”
“I don’t deserve this! Please, just tell me! If it’s money you want—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jag snapped. He couldn’t concentrate with her incessant whining.
“I have a child,” she continued. “Please, have mercy…” Eunice didn’t give a damn about pride as she dropped down onto her knees and pled. “I am begging you! Please don’t do this. I—I have a little girl. Her father works all the time. I’m all she’s got. Please!”
Jag’s disposition suddenly shifted. He needed to get it over with, but pity caused him to stall.
“I lost my mother to breast cancer when I was just ten. I don’t want her going through what I went through without a mom. Please, I will do anything! Anything—”
“Look, chill, a'ight,” Jag finally said. “I’m… not gonna kill you.”
Eunice sniffled and looked up at Jag with watery eyes. “You’re not…?”
His client would flip if he didn’t carry out what he was paid to do, but Jag just didn’t have it in him. Normally, he put a hollow point in a motherfucker without hesitating, but Eunice… he truly felt sorry for her. Suddenly, Jag began to wonder why anyone would even want her killed. It was clear she wasn’t a threat or dangerous.
“No… I’m not…”
Eunice released a shaky sigh of relief, grateful for the chance to continue breathing.
All of a sudden, Jag heard the distinctive sound of movement behind him. Without thinking, he turned around and fired off two shots.
POP!
POP!
19
“So where are we going?” Roxie asked. She was nestled in Magyc’s passenger seat, hanging on the edge of suspense.
“Airport,” he simply said.
“Why? Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
“Magyc, I don’t know if I—”
“Call ya baby sitter and let her know we gon’ be AWOL a couple days. I’ll pay her twice as much as you usually do.”
“It ain’t the babysitter I’m worried about. It’s you…”
“Look, you trust me?” Magyc suddenly asked.
Roxie stalled with a response. “Magyc, I—”
“It’s a simple yes or no answer, babe. Do you trust me?”
Roxie looked over at him and smiled. She should’ve been asking about his girl’s whereabouts… but truthfully, she didn’t give a damn. She was feeling him, despite all the malarkey. “I shouldn’t… but I do…”
Fourteen hours later, they touched down in the beautiful town of Saint-Tropez, France. Magyc went all out, hiring a limo driver to escort them to a private luxury villa with a pool close to the center. The villa was only a five-minute walk to the beach, and they could see mountains across the ocean from their window. The scenery beyond beautiful, and unlike anything Roxie had ever seen.
She felt like Annie as she explored the massive private getaway. She had to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
“Do you like it?” Magyc asked.
“It’s beautiful,” she smiled. “But don’t think your ass is off the hook.”
***
After a hearty breakfast of Pain aux raisins and strawberries, Magyc and Roxie walked along the shore of Plage de Pampelonne — the crown jewel of beaches in the coastal town. Once they were tired, they relaxed under a private cabana, had drinks
, and talked about everything under the sun. Roxie soon learned how much they shared in common. She loved that he was a great listener and possessed a sense of humor. He was unlike any man she’d ever met.
After lunch at the five star Restaurant Le G’, she and Magyc rented a topless Benz and drove 8 hours to Paris. There was no limit to the things he’d do to put a smile on her face… and this was only just the beginning.
***
Magyc and Roxie spent the entire evening sightseeing and taking pictures. In the morning, he took her shopping, sparing no expense when it came to her high-end tastes. Louboutin, Chanel, Prada. By the time she finished swiping his card, she had bags from every European designer.
That afternoon they enjoyed a picnic at the Eiffel Tower. Roxie had never done anything more romantic. O’ Zone had never even taken her out of Atlanta, let alone the country. And Joaquin had died before they could get that far.
Magyc was effortlessly raking in all the cool points and he knew it. Although she shouldn’t have, for various reasons, Roxie found herself falling for him with every second they spent together.
The two of them shared an eventful day in Paris before finally heading back to their villa in St-Tropez. “I really can’t thank you enough for this, Magyc,” she told him.
“You been through so much… You really do deserve it,” he said, carrying her bags inside. He placed them down before tying his dreads back.
“Do you do stuff like this for all the women?” she asked curiously.
“You the only woman I see right now,” he answered.
“Yeah… right now… but for how long?” She was about to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist and gently turned her around.
Pulling her close, he gazed deep into her big, brown eyes. “For however long you want me.”
Roxie slowly wrapped her arms around his neck before covering his lips with hers. She wasn’t as shy as he thought she’d be. Magyc cupped her face with his large hands; his dick grew harder as the kiss deepened.
Roxie hopped into his arms before wrapping her legs around his waist. He mannishly squeezed on her plump ass. He’d shown so much restraint and patience… but he could no longer wait.
Kissing the entire way, Magyc briskly carried her towards the nearest bedroom. It was positioned adjacent to the outdoor heated pool. Once inside, he gently placed her on the California king size canopy. Their bodies melted into the pillowy mattress. Roxie freed his dreads and ran her fingers through them after he positioned himself between her legs.
He carefully placed a trail of sensual kisses along her neck and collarbone. When his tongue swirled around her earlobe she damn near went crazy.
“I want you,” she moaned.
Magyc kissed her on the chin, then on her lips. “You sure?” he asked in a low tone. “’Cuz we ain’t got to. I don’t mind waitin’. It ain’t no pressure.”
Roxie paused as she deliberated on whether or not to stop. Her brain scolded her, but her body screamed out to be touched intimately. Fuck it.
Roxie answered his question by eagerly crushing her lips against his. Magyc was slightly aggressive as he removed her clothing… but she’d always had a thing for rough sex.
Once Roxie was naked in all her chocolate glory, Magyc grabbed her legs and pinned them back as far as they could go. Her pedicured toes touched the headboard while he dipped his head between her legs.
Roxie cried out in delight as his long tongue glided across her sopping pussy. She almost found herself trying to run from him devouring her. Magyc grabbed her waist and firmly held her in place. She had never experienced so much pleasure in one setting. There were no boundaries he wouldn’t explore. Roxie shivered and whimpered when his tongue flicked across her tight asshole.
“You taste so damn good,” he said, sucking on her pearl. He licked, lapped, suckled, and hummed on the swollen piece of flesh until she quaked with her first orgasm.
“Oh, my God, Magyc. You gon’ make me fall in love doing that shit.”
Crawling between her legs, he bent down and kissed her. “Would that be so bad?”
Roxie gasped when he shoved just the tip in. She wasn’t prepared for his massive girth, but she’d never been the type to not take the dick. Roxie kept her eyes locked on his as she grabbed his pole and shoved it in. She had to rock her hips a little to fit him all inside.
“Damn, this shit wet, Roxie. I ain’t know this shit get so wet though…” he said, palming her breast.
Magyc caught her trying to flee, and pulled himself out. He slapped his heavy dick against her clit several times. “Unh-unh. Don’t run from it, Rox. You be talkin’ that shit like you a big girl. Take this dick and show me.“
Magyc teased her a little by sticking it in halfway, then pulling it out to rub against her kitty. Roxie cried out in ecstasy when he finally plunged inside whole. His strokes were deep and rhythmic as he tapped her spot repeatedly. He didn’t even need to be told where it was.
“You gon’ make me cum!” she exclaimed.
“Nah, not yet,” he said. “Turn that ass over.”
Roxie eagerly positioned herself on her hands and knees before tooting her booty up. Magyc arched her back a little and slowly slid in from behind. “Oh, shit!” she grabbed fistfuls of sheets. “What’chu trying to do?” she moaned.
“Make that pussy cum.” He grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his hand. “That shit creamin’ too, bay.”
Roxie threw it back on him as he dug her out from behind.
“This my pussy now,” Magyc told her. “You hear me?” He gave her hair a soft tug.
“Yes, daddy!” Roxie screamed. “Oh, God! I’m ‘bout to cum!”
Magyc grabbed her tiny waist and sped his pace up. He was determined to cum with her. “Nut on my dick, baby.” Leaning down, he trailed his slippery tongue along her spine. That immediately did the trick. Within seconds, Roxie found herself gushing all over his 10-inch pipe.
Magyc didn’t care that he hadn’t gotten his yet. Instead of working her over until he came, he relaxed next to Roxie and held her close.
“I cannot believe we did that,” Roxie said winded. “Do you think we moving too fast?”
Magyc chuckled. “It feels like we ain’t movin’ fast enough.”
“Why you say that?” she asked.
“I told you. I wanna be ya man.”
Roxie broke out laughing. “There you go with that again. I thought you had a girl…”
“I thought I did too, but she givin’ me the runaround.”
Roxie giggled as he kissed on her neck and cheek. “I’ll give you something better than a title…”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He watched as she slowly lowered herself at his waist. Magyc was surprised when she took half of him in her warm, wet mouth. Her hands gently stroked his nuts. “Shit, girl.”
After sucking and slobbering him just the way he liked it, she climbed on top and braced herself for round 2.
20
It was a little past midnight when Jag called Cam to let her know he had finally landed at the Cleveland-Hopkins International Airport. Normally, he would’ve grabbed a rental and just headed to the nearest hotel. However, he didn’t want to sleep alone that night — and he didn’t want anyone else but her.
Cameron granted him an invite to her place, making sure to warn him in advance that it was a step down from what he was used to. Jag didn’t give a damn. He just wanted to see her, to touch and hold her. He needed her contact. He needed her love — especially after everything that went down in Atlanta.
Jag pulled into the crunched up gravel that served as Cameron’s driveway. It was approximately 1:10 a.m. when he knocked on her door. He listened to the shuffling on the opposite end before she finally opened it. Knowing her, she was probably trying to straighten up.
“Hey.” Jag forced a smile.
“Hey… Come in…” Cameron stepped to the side and allowed him entrance.
“… You look beautifu
l…”
Cameron blushed, laughed, and looked away. “In my scarf and PJs?”
Jag reached out and grabbed her t-shirt before pulling her close. Leaning down, he kissed her passionately. Cam instantly melted into his body; she’d been waiting for them to pick up where they left off. She stayed up late at night just thinking about it.
Jag gently pushed her against the nearby wall. He placed kisses on her body in a downward motion before dropping onto his knees. Jag peeled her shirt up and kissed and nibbled on her toned belly.
Cameron didn’t stop him from pulling her pajama pants down. She bit her bottom lip in ecstasy as he French kissed her mound. Jag grabbed her hand and placed it on his head as he desperately licked and sucked.
Cam’s legs turned into jello. She could barely stand steady with the pleasure he was giving. Jag lifted her left leg and placed it over his shoulder.
“Damn, that feels so good,” she cooed. She tried her best to keep her voice down so as not to wake her son. It was proving to be difficult. “Let’s go in the bedroom…”
Jag surprised her when he lifted her up and continued to eat her pussy the whole way there. Once inside, he lightly tossed her on the bed. He bench-pressed 300 lb. easily so she was as light as a feather.
Cameron anxiously went to undo his jeans. Jag untied her scarf so he could run his fingers through her velvety hair. She was just about to pull down his boxer briefs, but he pushed her back on the bed. He wanted to let her know that he was in charge for now. During their entire relationship, he’d allowed her to call all the shots. But this was the one aspect he had to take control in. Jag was a Scorpio, dominating the bedroom.
He grabbed a leg and yanked her down to the edge of the bed. A low moan escaped her lips when he started sucking on her toes. Cam used her other foot to massage his long, curved dick through his briefs.
Jag ran his tongue along her leg, before stopping at her love box. His tongue made love her clit until she finally came. After she was good, wet, and primed, he slid between her thighs.
