The “Bentley” sped from the parking lot as the smooth horn of “Miles Davis” escaped from the open windows.
Just Me And U
Tyce pulled the car into the garage; he let out a tired sigh as he put the car in park.
“Long day?” Angelique twirled her hair with her finger.
“Long month.” Tyce answered opening the door.
He grabbed the briefcases out the back and headed for the door to the house. Angelique followed him inside, made her way to the kitchen, and took a seat at the table. Tyce joined her leaning up against the counter. He looked handsomely fine as he stood there wearing black cargo pants and a black sleeveless shirt. His face had a light shadow from not shaving for a few days and his lips were moist with a fresh coat of “Chapstick.” His deep brown eyes were staring a hole in her…after what seemed like an eternity, he asked a question out the blue,
“Do you trust me?” He continued to stare at her.
“Yes.” Angelique answered instantly.
Tyce took a briefcase in one hand and grabbed her hand with the other; he walked down the lengthy hallway heading straight to his bedroom. Angelique offered no resistance as she followed his lead. The two of them stood at the foot of the giant bed in silence. Tyce opened the brief case, dumped the money all over the bedspread, and smiled.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
He left the room in a hurry and came back with a butcher knife and a blindfold. Angelique raised her left eyebrow with kinky curiosity and smiled seductively at him. The lights were off but she could see him clearly. He slowly approached and kissed her tenderly on her eyelids. He kissed her behind the ears and made little circles with the tip of his tongue along her neck. Angelique let out a quiet moan as she felt the heat of his mouth on her skin. Her neck was tingling and the sensation was traveling swiftly south…it finally reached its destination, landing right on top of her pulsating clit. Tyce backed away from her and smiled sexily. He was still holding both his mystery tools but laid the knife on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her and put the blind fold over her eyes. Angelique bit down on her bottom lip with excitement. Tyce’s hands brushed her hair aside and he tongue kissed the back of her neck. Angelique could smell him, she could smell his masculine scent, and she could smell how much he wanted her at that moment. If you could put passion, the heat from the sun, honey butter, wild flowers and sweet sweat in a bottle; that might be close to what Tyce smelled like. That sexy ass scent wafted pass her nostrils as he moved around to the front of her body and grabbed the knife.
“Don’t worry, you can take a stack and buy another outfit.” He whispered in her ear.
Angelique was a little confused with that comment but when Tyce grabbed her by the shirt and began to slash it down the middle...she got the message. He cut her shirt down the middle and up the back letting it fall in two separate pieces to the floor. With her sight taken away, she couldn’t tell what he would do next; all she could feel was the cool blade of the knife as it glided across her hot skin. Tyce took his time as he worked. He angled the blade inside the button of her jeans and sliced it off. He then let the sharp edge slide down her leg cutting the denim as he went lower and lower. The action was repeated on her other leg, when he was finally finished her extra tight jeans just fell away from her thighs. Tyce paused to remove her socks then carefully slid the knife up her stomach and chopped right through the middle of her satin bra. Her breasts exploded smoothly out of the bra as that piece of clothing cascaded to the plush carpet. He never said a word as he turned his attention to the last thing in his way. Angelique was breathing heavy as she tried to contain her volcanic passion. This shit was turning her on! Maybe it was the element of danger or the surprise of the cold sharp blade on her warm body but she had never experienced foreplay like this before! Tyce ever so carefully inserted the knife inside her panties. He turned the blade outward so he wouldn’t hurt her and poked the tip of the knife through the thin pink fabric. Then he strained the edge of the knife against the sides of her pretty panties and severed the stitching on both sides. He kneeled down like a dog, grabbed the flapping fabric with his teeth, and pulled the panties away from her saturated pussy.
Angelique stood there completely naked, blind folded and in heat! She resisted the urge to snatch off the blind fold and just jump on his ass, he was making her wait on purpose, and that drove her absolutely crazy in a good way! Tyce finally removed the blind fold from her eyes and to her surprise…he was standing in front of her entirely naked. She looked him up and down real slow; his body looked like it was sculpted out of caramel. Tyce didn’t have a body builder’s physique but what he did have fit him perfectly! His arms were muscular and toned; they were the kind of arms a woman could feel secure in. His chest was the sexiest pillow she’d ever seen, absent of any hair, she couldn’t wait to lay her head on it and dream about never waking up. Angelique lowered her stare and silently counted the ripples on his sexy stomach: one, two, three, four, five…and six. Before she could really analyze his hardening man hood, he suddenly pushed her on the bed. Her body fell back and landed on a one million dollar mattress.
“Now that’s a view.” Tyce complimented looking down at her.
Angelique stuck her foot out and played footsie with his dick. His tool was longer than her foot…and she wore a size nine!
“He likes me.” She said referring to his throbbing dick.
“He’s not the only one.” He lowered himself onto her.
His warm body felt good on top of hers. She wrapped her long legs around his thick waist and gripped his broad shoulders. Her hungry mouth was craving his tongue as she grabbed the back of his head; pulling him to her waiting lips. They kissed rapidly…switching positions from side to side and bobbing their heads up and down like they were nodding yes to each other. Low moans and long sighs echoed through the room as the sex starved lovers finally feasted on each other. Weeks and weeks of strong sexual tension between them finally came to a breaking point. Tyce and Angelique could no longer keep their private
parts…private.
Angelique reached for his dick as Tyce lightly bit her neck. She guided him inside her wet pussy and they looked into each other’s eyes as they both felt the indescribable feeling you get when you make love to your soul mate for the very first time. Tyce kept his hips motionless; her pussy felt so good movement wasn’t necessary at first. As his dick grew larger and snuggled against her creamy walls he couldn’t resist the urge to explore her deeper. His hips shifted into first gear as he began to stroke her smoothly; his ass muscles flexed when he skipped second gear and grinded into her in third. His toes dug into the bed for support as he slid into fourth gear. Tyce paid attention to her reactions and based on what Angelique was giving back he decided to work her over in fifth. Angelique gasped in passion; her hands gripped his ass tightly as she helped him fuck her. Her heels where resting on the back of his thighs at first but as the pace quickened she spread her legs into a wide V and took his dick like a pro. Tyce took advantage of the open access and started working his dick in an unhurried grinding motion. Angelique liked it deep, and she let him know,
“Oooooo right there baby…get in that shit.” She rolled her hips in rhythm with his.
“Sssssss…yessss…DAMN you feel good baby.
Tyce uttered cupping her left breast in his hand.
“Ummmpph hmmmph ummph yeah.” Angelique muttered with her eyes closed.
Their bodies were damp with sweat; Angelique’s normally straight hair was beginning to curl up at the edges. Tyce’s heart was beating fast as he continued to dig in her deep dripping pussy. Angelique decided to give him a break,
“Lay down baby, let me take over.”
Tyce didn’t need to be told twice, besides his favorite position was looking up at a beautiful woman while she rode him. He rolled over on his back and waited for his lady to get on top. Angelique stood to her feet and turned around showing him her magnificent back
yard. Hundred dollar bills were stuck to her ass cheeks and back as she lowered herself onto his erect dick. She sat on his dick backwards. The view was better than an oasis in the desert. He watched his dick appear then disappear in her magic pussy as she bobbed her hips slowly up and down. Never the one to be outdone she sped up the pace and dribbled her ass like a basketball in the hands of a “NBA” point guard. She bounced her ass; up and down-up and down-up and down, never stopping her rhythm. As her pussy slid off his dick, she tightened her inner walls and gripped his shaft causing him to call her name,
“Shhhiiitt Angelique.”
“You like that shit baby?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Hell yeah baby…you got my toes curling girl.” He admitted.
Angelique spun around to face her man, keeping his dick firmly inside of her, that was definitely a trick you couldn’t do to a man with a small dick she thought to herself. Angelique arched her back; sitting straight up. The rocking motion of her hips was making the tip of Tyce’s dick tingle. He put his hand around her neck and choked her making it a bit hard for her to breath. She loved this kinky erotic shit…not too many men could go one on one with her but Tyce was definitely her equal between the sheets. The harder he squeezed the closer she got to having an orgasm. He paid close attention to Angelique’s reaction to his tight grip; the last thing he wanted to do was injure her. But she seemed to love it; the more he squeezed, the faster she moved. Angelique laid her head back and let Tyce choke her harder, she let out a breathless scream as she climaxed for the first time in months! Tyce released his hold on her throat and sat up; he kissed her breast softly while he held her shaking body close to his. Her body was momentarily paralyzed but she managed to speak softly,
“Thank you baby.” She said licking her dry lips. “Now it’s your turn.”
She lifted her body up and positioned her head directly above his big ass dick. She sized up her opponent as she prepared to finish him off. Angelique clutched his dick in her hand and placed all of him in her moist mouth. She swirled her tongue around his dick and hummed slowly while she sucked him again and again. Tyce laid back and watched her in amazement; Angelique sucked his dick like no other woman had before…it wasn’t her skills that was different…it was the fact that she did it like there was nothing else she’d rather do. She made love to his dick with her mouth. It felt so good that when he exploded in her mouth, it was the most powerful yet the most comfortable orgasm he’d ever experienced. He balled his fist up and just enjoyed the roller coaster ride she was sending him on. Angelique didn’t even flinch as she swallowed ever drop of her man’s cum,
“You taste like sweet milk.” She said licking her lips again after he was done.
“You are amazing.” Tyce shook his head.
“Thank you Mr. Adkins…I aim to please. You sir…are the BOMB! You know you’re mine now right?” She said sitting on his chest.“Jus’ try and get rid of me and see what happens.” He gently repositioned her so that they could stretch out.
The exhausted couple just laid there in silence; Angelique rested her head on Tyce’s smooth chest, there was a huge grin on her face that she hid…what she didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one smiling.
Where My Dogs At?
Bruce walked into the empty hotel room and looked around. Everything seemed to be in place at first until he noticed a big blood stain on the carpet. He leaned over and looked a little harder at the deep red circle; it was then that he heard the sound of water running. Bruce reached for his gun and walked slowly toward the sound coming from the bathroom. He cautiously opened the door and seen the two hired guns from Detroit taking a
shower together……DEAD!
He laughed to himself, “Look at these fools… Big bad niggas from back east. Yeah right.” He pulled his cell phone out and dialed Biz,
“What’s the word Bruce? Where you at?” Biz asked anxiously.
“Yeah I’m here boss and ummmm…they dead.”
Bruce stared at the phone as it went silent; Biz hung the phone up in disgust when he heard the news. Bruce didn’t take it personal though, he’d gotten used to Biz by now and knew that his boss was getting R E A L frustrated with this shit. Although he couldn’t stand Tyce, he had to admit…he wasn’t a punk. Before he left he took one last look at the room, he saw something shining on the dresser. He moved closer and saw TJ’s platinum chain curled up like a snake. He smiled as he took it and put it on,
“Shit…Biz aint payin’ that much.” He said out loud.
Bruce closed the door and jogged to his car; he never touched anything in the crime scene room, he even kept the shower running, washing away the rotting fluids from their decaying bodies.
Dinner Time
Filet mignon, crab legs, lobster tails, roasted asparagus, Caesar salads, and creamy mashed potatoes. Sway and Ranae were enjoying the good life. It had been ages since they’d been out to dinner let alone a dinner like this. Sway had to endure a thousand and one questions from his wife about his mystery job and their newfound wealth. He assured her that everything was fine and she shouldn’t worry, but of course, just like all women…she worried. Ranae was a good woman; she was the kind of woman who was made for marriage. She had old school values and believed in God. The number one priority in her life was her family. She knew she hadn’t married a saint but Sway was a good man to her and a wonderful father to their kids. Her mind told her what he was up to wasn’t exactly legal but her heart told her to trust him. Ranae knew that a man is gonna be a man…and Sway was definitely a man. She had to admit-it was nice not to have to worry about money anymore, but inside, she was a little scared. When she was alone, she asked God to watch over her husband and continue to bless their family.
Sway relaxed in his high backed dining chair as
the young waiter brought the expensive check. Sway pulled out two crispy hundred-dollar bills and slipped them in the black leather folder. Everyone in the restaurant was glancing and smiling at them. They looked good together, both of them sporting a new financial glow. Ranae wore a black mini dress, a maroon blouse coupled with a charcoal colored cashmere shawl; her hair was pulled up in a French roll with two ringlets spiraling down each side outlining her pretty face. She got her make-up done at a spa in “Beverly Hills” and the shoes she wore cost more than their mortgage payment. Sway was equally dapper in a grey suit that even “Steve Harvey” would ask to borrow. They held hands lovingly as they left the overpriced restaurant and walked outside…the valet took the ticket stub from Sway and dashed off to retrieve the couple’s car. Ranae decided to thank her man for an extraordinary date; standing on her tiptoes, she kissed Sway softly on his lips. While they were publicly displaying their affection, a midnight blue “Denali” pulled up. The valet driver got out and opened the passenger side door for Ranae to get in. As he closed her door gently, Sway slapped a crispy 20 dollar bill in his hand and patted him on the back,
“Thanks for not scratching it homie.” He walked over and stepped up into the luxury
cockpit.
Tonight, they would take the long way home, he wasn’t really in a rush to stop driving his brand new ride.
Eyes On The Prize
A few days later Tyce returned to the warehouse to hide his money. He told no one where he kept his stash but recently he debated with himself about whether or not to share the secret location with Angelique…just in case something was to happen to him. Angelique had shown him that he could trust her; after all, he wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for her looking out for him. Years earlier he had a carpenter friend build a small storage room behind a wall in the back of the warehouse. The room was not visible unless you knew where to look and he had the only key. Inside there was a nice size fire proof safe and a custom built closet that housed his numerous guns. Tyce walked to a corner in the back of the warehouse and stepped on a spot located on the floor. A wall slid quietly back revealing a steel door; placing the key in the titanium dead bolt
he unlocked his personal vault and stepped in. He immediately went to the safe
and opened it; today was a good day to make a deposit; with the new million added to the money he already had, his safe contained approximately 2.6 million dollars.
For some men that would be enough to retire but for him it only served as motivation to keep stacking. Tyce had a severe allergy to being broke, it made him sick—, and he would do anything it took to remain healthy and wealthy. After putting the money in the safe he quickly left the room, locked the door and hit the floor button to slip the false wall back into place. As he walked outside to leave he thought about Omar. He hadn’t heard from him since the other night. Once he was rolling down the city streets, he pulled out his cell phone to see what his friend was up to.
Omar answered on the first ring, “Wasup T, I was jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout you?”
“Yeah, I was jus’ seeing wasup on your end. You alright?” Tyce asked as he made a left and merged onto the 101 freeway.
“Hell yeah my nigga I’m straight. Shit since the other night a nigga been real busy you know?” He bragged.
“I can dig it…but you know we aint done yet…we got some more paper to get. We need to all be ready for job number two ‘cuz it pops off tomorrow night.” Tyce reminded him.
“Shit T, you know I’m ready, you aint even gotta go there with me.”
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