The Spanish poured out of me. And I made it pour out of him.
“¿Te gusta eso, no?” Rico replied with a lustful smile.
It was intense.
“I love the way you lick my pussy. Oh, shit. Fuck. Fuck. Yesss, oh do that shit, baby! Do that shit! It feels so fuckin’ good. Eres el major, nena,” I cried out.
Rico cupped my ass in his hands and pulled my pussy deeper into his mouth and drove his tongue deeper inside me. I was ready to fuck. I wanted to feel him inside of me now. My pussy was so wet it was leaving a wet spot on the sheets. I squirmed and wiggled. I was becoming frantic with my plea. I wanted to feel his hard, throbbing dick inside my pussy. He was making me cum from this tongue action. The way his tongue boxed and licked on my sensitive clit caused my legs to quiver and my clit to swell even more. I was lost in so much pleasure that tears began to flow from my eyes and then it happened. I came in his face. There was my loving, so thick and smooth, coating Rico’s face. He didn’t mind. My nigga was a fuckin’ beast; he went on to doing me nice and I wanted that dick inside of me.
He climbed on top of me. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be penetrated by his beautiful, long, thick dick. I wanted that sensation of having Rico’s dick rub my pussy lips, teasing me, sliding up and down my slit. I wanted to feel that hard dick thrusting into me. With Rico’s full weight on top of me, he plunged that well-working machine inside of me and I gasped. He fucked me the way I loved to be fucked. He started slow and then gradually sped up with his rhythm between my legs, causing my face to twist into overzealous pleasure.
“Fuck me, Rico! Take this pussy! Fuck me!” I cried out.
I wanted him deeper and harder inside of me. My nails scraped down his back and dug into his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me. He put that thick dick into me like he was a well-oiled machine. I didn’t want my baby to stop.
From behind, he grabbed my hips and took me to a higher level of sexual pleasure. My tits swung while he thrust with all his might and then he put his finger in my ass. I cringed a little from the double penetration, but it was such an exhilarating feeling that I buried my face into the pillow with my ass arched for him and howled; my pussy was ready to explode for him again.
I climbed on top of him and rode that dick, rubbing my clit up and down his long shaft while he squeezed and fed on my tits. Our final position was him climbing back on top of me and with my legs pressed back and him fucking me like the king he was.
“I’m gonna cum!” he howled.
“Cum inside me, baby,” I howled back. Shit, I was already pregnant.
I could feel his dick pounding in me; it was making me scream and making tears come into my eyes. Our bodies were glistening in sweat and I longed for that explosive finale with my man. I could feel it coming and then he did, he shook against me and grunted, discharging all of his seed into me and filling me completely. I held him closely and breathed out. The sensation had enveloped me entirely.
For a moment, we cradled together in silence. I was savoring having Rico lie against me. I was stroking his braids gently and was snuggled in the place between his chest and neck.
“I love you so much,” I whispered in his ear.
His orgasm and my orgasm had hit us hard. He had left his mark inside me; I could feel his seed growing in my stomach. I really wanted to give him a son. But if he happened to be a girl, then she was going to be the most precious baby girl on earth. He continued to cradle me and I did the same.
“I love you, baby,” I whispered again in his ear, and then I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Good dick would do that to you.
I woke up a few hours later. Rico wasn’t by my side. I was shocked to see him gone. I didn’t know what time it was or how long I’d been sleeping. But once again, I found myself alone. I jumped out of bed. I was still naked. It was dark out; the place was quiet like a cemetery. I glanced at the time on the dresser and it was after nine p.m. I didn’t realize I was so tired.
I donned a robe and left the bedroom looking for Rico. I knew he didn’t leave. I went through the whole house calling out to him, longing to feel his touch again.
“Where are you, Rico?” I called out.
But he wasn’t answering.
The house was dark. I turned on the lights in the kitchen and saw the note he had left for me on the fridge. I removed it and quickly read it:
Babe, had to leave to take care of urgent business, be back in a few hours. I had fun with you and you’re the best, love you!
I puffed with irritation and crumbled the note in my hand and tossed it into the trashcan. I wanted him here with me, but like always, he would come home, fuck me, and then leave like he didn’t live here too. What good was it to have a home when your man constantly left you in it alone? If I had my own car, then it would probably be different for me. I quickly got on my cell phone and called him. His phone didn’t even ring; it went straight to voice mail.
I was angry. “Muthafucka!” I cursed.
When I heard the beep, I left a message. “Rico, so you just gonna fuck me, put me to sleep and then leave? Where are you? Call me back, baby, when you get this message. I’m missing you already.”
I pressed 2 to make the message urgent. I tossed my phone and felt some kind of way. What the hell he doing out there? The streets couldn’t possibly be keeping that man busy. I went back into the bedroom and plopped down on our king-sized bed and rested against the green silk sheets. I gazed out the window while lying on my back. The quietness was somewhat becoming annoying for me. I missed the sounds of the projects, the loudness that boomed into my bedroom window when I stayed with my father. Mount Vernon was just too still and quiet some days for me.
I turned on my stereo system and popped in a Mary J. Blige CD and listened to my girl Mary tear it up about love, drama, and heartbreak. Damn, I could relate to so many of her songs. My own life was love, drama, and heartbreak.
Chapter Thirteen
Sammy
“Fuck that bitch,” I shouted.
“What you about to do?” La-La asked.
It shouldn’t have even been a question about what I was gonna do. I felt disrespected. My name rang out and I was a fire that couldn’t be put out. I was always a bitch about action and I was fuming. My mind was set on one thing: violence. It was the core of my existence.
I snatched the snub-nosed revolver from Chyna and was ready to march out her apartment. I was scowling and cursing. I was ready to hurt and destroy this bitch. And I wasn’t the only one who was ready to do some damage. Our teeth were showing and we were going to be more than just bark.
It had gotten back to me that Angie was in my hood looking for me. They said she was armed and she was in a black Chevy with three other bitches searching for revenge. YGB had the audacity to come to Edenwald and come with guns. I wasn’t scared; I was ready to go head to head with all those bitches. I was already angry and hyped after my fallout with Mouse; now this drama with Angie was adding more fuel to my raging fire.
Sporting some coochie-cutting shorts and a sexy tank top, I had nowhere to conceal the snub-nosed revolver. It was a small handgun, but I had nowhere to place it on my person. But I wasn’t leaving the house without it.
Tina had come bursting into the apartment and shouted, “Yo, Sammy, these bitches are still driving around lookin’ fo’ you!” She then screamed excitedly. “What you wanna do?”
“You already know what the fuck I wanna do!” I shouted.
“That’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about!” Chyna hollered.
We wrapped our hair up in red doo-rags, put Vaseline on our faces, removed earrings, and armed ourselves with a few weapons. It was on. La-La, Chyna, and Tina were all behind me. These bitches wanted to go to war and I was the general leading the charge. Angie and her dirty bitches were about to feel so much wrath that hell was gonna feel like paradise to them after we were done with them.
I couldn’t believe this dumb bitch had the audacity
to come to my hood and start some shit with me. It was on. I was ready to tear this bitch apart like a lion does to meat.
We stormed out of the apartment and out of the lobby like some vicious bitches, which we were. I gripped the snub-nosed in my hand, keeping it to my side. Already, we gripped people’s attention. By the way we were moving residents already knew there was some shit brewing. They seen the gang colors and our angry attitudes, and a few people followed us like we were leading a civil rights movement. Everybody wanted to see a fight. The projects wanted to be entertained by violence; they didn’t care at whose cost.
We all marched toward 233rd Street where I heard Angie and her crew were parked and waiting. I wanted to open fire on her ass and leave her dead where she stood. I was tired of whooping bitches’ asses; let my gun do the talking.
Being a few blocks from where these bitches were at, the intensity was growing and the drama unfolding. The outcome was unpredictable, but I was ready to make it predictable. They were strapped and we were strapped. EVB against YGB; it was always violence and bloodshed between both gangs. There was dangerous history between us.
I was marching with a storm of bitches behind me, scowling, and anxious, and determined to hurt and damage any bitch who was trying to form a weapon against me.
“Where the fuck they at?” Chyna shouted.
We continued to march toward 233rd and before I could cross the street, Rico’s 650i came to a screeching stop in front of me and my clique. Rico jumped out from the passenger seat, scowling. I was surprised he wasn’t driving. It was one of his goons behind the wheel. He came at me and shouted, “Sammy, get in the fuckin’ car!”
“What!” I was dumbfounded by his harsh action and words.
“I said get in the fuckin’ car, Sammy!” He roughly snatched me by my arm and yanked me toward his ride like I was his personal bitch.
I yanked my arm free from his grip, glared at him, and shouted, “Rico, get the fuck off me! Who you think I am?”
He glared back. He looked down and noticed the snub-nosed in my hand.
“I ain’t playin’ wit’ you Sammy! Let me talk to you,” he said sharply.
“About what?” I exclaimed. I didn’t have time to deal with Rico’s shit. I was focused on one thing: going at Angie and causing her some serious bodily damage.
My crew was also dumbfounded with the way Rico came at me. He may have had Mouse brainwashed and thought he owned her, but I wasn’t that bitch. Shit, give a nigga some pussy a few times and muthafuckas don’t know how to act. Yeah, we fucked again and again, behind my friend’s back. The dick was good and he had me hooked. We had some kind of spark between us. I didn’t see it coming, shit just happened. But I wasn’t his bitch for him to control and embarrass in the street.
Chyna, La-La, and Tina were all looking at me crazily. And I knew they were all thinking, why is Rico tripping with Sammy? Isn’t that Mouse’s nigga? He was creating the unwanted attention that I did not need.
“Sammy, get the fuck in the car!” he protested with a hard stare.
I didn’t want to continue to challenge Rico. We were all ready to fight, but he was adamant in pulling me into his car.
“Rico, what’s ya problem?” Tina spoke up.
“Shut the fuck up, Tina. This ain’t ya fuckin’ business,” Rico rebuked.
“What, Rico?” Tina spat back.
“You fuckin’ heard me.”
Tina didn’t care. She was ready to smack Rico. She stepped forward to confront him, but Chyna pulled her back. Things were starting to get out of control. We didn’t need any beef with Rico. I saw the driver step out from behind the wheel and he was six feet tall, full of nothing but muscle and ugliness. He looked like a human pit bull. He looked fiercely at us and seemed that he was ready to growl about something. It was getting scary.
“Fuck it, Rico, I’ll go wit’ you,” I shouted.
“Just get in the damn car, Sammy. Stop makin’ shit so fuckin’ difficult,” he barked at me.
Reluctantly, I climbed into the back seat and Rico got into the passenger seat. The door slammed like I was being locked into a jail cell. Chyna, Tina, and La-La all looked lost. They were helpless to do anything. Rico didn’t even acknowledge them. He frowned harder at my girls and turned his back on them, like they were all trash. I didn’t even get to explain anything to my peoples or tell them bye. The car sped away and Rico turned around glaring at me and shouted, “What the fuck is wrong wit’ you, Sammy?”
I was lost. “Huh?”
“You ready to fuck everything up. You think I didn’t know what was about to go down? It’s a good fuckin’ thing I was around the way to stop you from doin’ some dumb shit,” he screamed.
“So, I’m supposed to let this bitch come into my hood and threaten me. You fuckin’ serious, Rico?” I screamed back.
“You about to get this money. Fuck that bitch!”
“No, fuck you!” I shouted heatedly.
“Bitch, what?” He leaned over his seat in a threatening manner and I thought he was about to lunge at me and attack. “Sammy, don’t fuckin’ play games wit’ me. Fuck that bitch Angie and YGB. I got things planned for us.”
“What, Rico? You think just ’cause I’m fuckin’ you that you can treat me like any other bitches?” I hollered.
“I want you to get this money.”
“And I wanna get this money, Rico. I need to get paid. But damn, let me just go and fuck this bitch up. And you don’t fuckin’ control me.”
“I’ll handle that, you better than that gang shit, Sammy.”
Here was a drug dealer trying to judge me. Ironic.
“Where we goin’, then?” I asked.
“Away from here for a moment,” he said to me.
I sat back in the back seat and pouted. I still had the snub-nosed on me. It was fully loaded, but I had no use for it now. Rico sat back in his seat and talked to his thug driving. I gazed out the window, zoning these muthafuckas out, and caught an attitude.
We headed toward the New England Thruway. I remained quiet and just went along with the ride. It was late in the evening. The sun was setting and we were traveling north. I soon looked up and saw that we were in Co-op City. Rico lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted a smoke. Hells, yeah, I needed some nicotine in my system. I was stressed. I needed something to ease my mind.
They pulled into the parking lot of Co-op City, the largest cooperative housing development in the world, located in the Baychester section. I stepped out the car, taking a few pulls, and looked around. I had calmed down. Maybe Rico had saved me from some terrible fate, because I wasn’t thinking straight and was ready to kill that bitch and her crew. I was ready to put that snub-nosed to work and light muthafuckas up, real talk. My temper was dangerous and it took me places that were mostly hard to come back from. And once I didn’t give a fuck, I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t even thinking about my music career or the future. Me and Mouse weren’t speaking, so I had blacked out with rage and was ready to do the unthinkable: murder. So I left the gun underneath the seat and chilled with Rico.
Co-op City was a place for the middle class. The towering high-rise structure was a marvel to see from the highway. It was never a place for a family like mine. You had to have a decent income, have a decent credit score, pass a background check, and pay taxes every year to even get an apartment in this bitch. It was my first time really seeing the place.
I took one last pull from the cigarette and flicked it away into the street, and then followed Rico and his towering thug into one of the buildings that stood over fifteen, maybe twenty stores stories tall, far exceeding Edenwald.
“Why we here?” I asked Rico.
“Business, baby,” he replied coolly.
The place almost looked pristine in my eyes, a far cry from the grimy dungeon I liked to call the projects. When we stepped into the elevator it didn’t reek with piss and litter. The floors were cleaned and cameras watched your every move in the lobby. It was fuckin
’ Disney World out this bitch.
Rico pushed for the fourteenth floor. We quickly ascended; I stood close to Rico and stared at his thug. He was a mountain of silence, looking intimidating like staring down the barrel of a .50-caliber.
“He don’t talk?” I asked Rico.
Rico chuckled. “He’s a loyal soldier, Sammy. He don’t need to talk ’cause he only needs to speak one language: violence and bloodshed if niggas fuck wit’ me,” Rico proclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. The nigga was scary looking, I admit that: scar across his face, dark skin, bald head, brawny, and tall. But people who are too quiet around me I just don’t trust like that. I feel those are the muthafuckas who will set you up quickly, probably a serial killer. Speak ya mind, ’cause when I don’t know what you thinking, I become uncomfortable around you.
“What’s his name? I mean, he ain’t no fuckin’ mute, right?”
“Nah, he’s not a mute. Fence is good peoples,” said Rico.
I still didn’t like him or trust him.
We stepped off the elevator and I followed Rico. We approached this apartment that he had the key to. He unlocked the door and I walked into an empty apartment. What was this? I wondered.
Rico walked around the place for a moment. It was a bit spacious with wood floors and a balcony that overlooked the Bronx. It was three bedrooms and it was way better than my cramped and run-down apartment. I went to look out the window and it looked like I was staring at the city from the clouds. Damn, we were high. I looked at Rico. He looked at me.
“You like this?” he asked me.
“It’s nice,” I replied nonchalantly.
He lit another cigarette and smoked. He was definitely a chain smoker, worse than me. He walked toward the window and gazed out of it. I stood in silence. Fence stood by the door like he was a trained guard dog. The only thing Rico didn’t have on him was a leash.
“I want you to be moved in by next week,” Rico said to me.
I was shocked. “What the fuck you talkin’ about, Rico?”
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