by Lucinda John
Granting my wife’s wish, I shoved my dick so far up her that I thought it was going to come out of her mouth. She sucked in a deep breath as I held her against the wall with both of her legs on my shoulder. My wife’s pussy juices streamed down my leg as I continued to pump vigorously in and out of her.
“YESSSSSSSS DADDY!” she cried out closing her eyes tightly.
“Open them eyes and watch daddy fuck you,” I said before smashing our lips together.
While I feed her hungry pussy my dick, we shared a passionate kiss until our body fluids became one. I carried Lala to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm water and plum bubbles, before easing her body in. I got in behind her then pulled her close to my chest.
“Never question my desire for you,” I said playing with her nipples.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“I love you more than I love myself,” I confessed, as I slipped my hands under the water to play with her pussy. “The thought of having the people who harmed you, walking and breathing is killing me on the inside. I just want to make them hurt just as bad as they hurt you.”
“Ohhhhhh Stacks, right there,” she moaned as she grinded her hips into my finger.
“Come ride daddy’s dick.” I pinched her clit causing her to cum.
Once her body stopped trembling, she straddled me and slipped my hard dick in her dripping pussy. No matter how many times I fucked Lala, her pussy still felt as good as it did the first time we fucked. I never understood how men could claim they cheated because they got tired of their significant other’s sex. I didn’t see myself getting tired of this wet, fat cat anytime soon.
“Slow down baby,” I said holding her hips.
“No baby, fuck me,” she grunted biting on my earlobe.
I held onto Lala’s hips and thrust my dick deep into her. She bounced on my dick while I thrust in and out of her causing the water to splash all over the place. Good thing our walls were thick, because the way Lala was screaming would have you think she was getting murdered. Her pace began to slow down signifying that she was nearing her peak. I lift her body out of the water and ate her pussy until her cum was mixed with our bath water.
Bending her over the tub, I long stroked her until my seeds coated her uterine walls.
*****
Five in the morning, I was up and ready to start my day. I slowly got out of bed so I wouldn’t wake Lala, and went to the bathroom to handle my hygiene. Today I was going to war so I dressed the part, in an army fatigue sweat suit and a pair of black military boots. Walking to my gunroom, I punched in the code that granted me access to my artillery collection. I grabbed my favorite guns then left the house.
Ralph, Chad, and Cole were already waiting for me outside, so I hopped in the car with them and headed to our spot. Those niggas better deliver some good news or I was killing all their asses. I was sick and tired of Carla breathing and I wanted her ass dead.
“I’m listening,” was the way I greeted the room as I walked in.
“I have the building Carla has been staying in, but she is laying real low; she haven’t vacated the building since my men have been there,” one of the agents spoke.
“Could she know we’re on to her?” Cole asked.
“No, I had everyone in her camp that was in the prison killed, so there is no way she should know that I’m coming after her unless…” My voice trailed off as I thought back to Elizabeth.
“That bitch in the prison you spoke to ratted us out,” Ralph finished my sentence.
“I don’t think so, she wouldn’t put her family’s life in jeopardy like that.” Before I could finish my thought, my phone was ringing.
“Tell me something good,” I answered.
“The chick you were talking to in the jailhouse was offed,” one of the correctional officers spoke.
“How the fuck did you let that happen?” I yelled.
“It happened so fast. One minute the power went out then next thing you know ole’ girl was laid out sliced up.”
“Fuck!” I yelled hanging up the phone. “She found out, but how?” I asked myself.
“What’s good Stacks?” Ralph asked.
“Carla somehow found out the chick was talking and had her murdered.”
“What do you want to do now?” he asked.
“Keep watching the building, let me know if anything changes! Fuck man!” I yelled kicking over the table and walking out of the room.
Chapter 19
Carla
Watching Stacks sweat was the funniest shit ever. I could only imagine the look on his face once he realized that I escaped jail. After losing my son and father, I was determined to get my empire back. Everything Stacks had belonged to my father, and I wanted it all back.
I sat behind bars for months, putting together the perfect plan and two weeks later, I was a free woman. I was slowly poking holes in Stacks’ business, but it wasn’t effective enough so I decided to hit him where it hurt the most. I knew Lala was his weakness so I started following her. Although it was dangerous, I stayed in Miami personally to learn Lala’s schedule. When I found out she was pregnant, I became ecstatic. The thought of taking Stacks’ baby away from him like he did me, made my pussy cream with excitement.
I joined a Mexican cartel that owed my father a big favor, and decided to have them take care of Lala for me. As bad as I wanted to fuck her up myself, I didn’t want her letting Stacks know I was out of jail. Every move I made was calculated, that is why I made sure Lala stayed alive. I wanted to make Stacks go crazy looking for me, before I put the finishing touches on his family.
When I found out Stacks went to visit Elizabeth, I started monitoring her. I had a crew at the prison that kept tabs on her for me and once he came back and visited her again, I knew she was going to rat me out. My crew dying was the confirmation I needed to pinpoint her as a rat. After I killed her family, I had her murdered. Since I was sure Stacks now knew my location, I relocated back to Miami. Yup, I was now right under his nose, the last place he would think to look.
“Hello?” I answered my ringing phone.
“Good thing you left, it’s hot out here.”
“Stacks must have sent his paparazzi to look out for me,” I smirked.
“Yeah, they’ve been here faithfully for the past days.”
“Well, let those dumb asses wait while I relax in the good ole sunshine state.”
“Let me have some fun,” he excitedly said.
“Yes, be my guest, make it messy too,” I said giving him the green light to kill all of those motherfuckers. “Let me call you back.” I hung up spotting Lala.
I drove up closer to her car so I could get a better view of her. I instantly became jealous as she walked next to Lisa, wearing bright smiles. They had two security guards walking behind them, carrying their massive loads of bags from Fendi, Gucci, and Prada. While I was living off of crumbs due to the FBI raid, she was living lovely.
Lala looked in my direction and I quickly ducked, hoping she didn’t see me. The car I was in had police tint, but I had the windows halfway rolled down so I could get a better view. I saw her stop and say something to Lisa, who stopped and looked in my direction. I began to get an uneasy feeling, so I rolled the windows all the way up and waited for them to continue walking before I drove off. I had to hurry up and put my plan into motion before I got spotted and murdered.
Chapter 20
Honey
I was supposed to be in my tub soaking in bubbles, sipping wine; instead, I was in the shop doing MiMi’s Havana Twist. The only reason I was doing them is because she and Cinnamon were now friends. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way, so I just kept it cordial for the sake of Cinnamon.
“Cinnamon wants to know if you’re coming out with us,” MiMi said, causing me to roll my eyes. Cinnamon knew my number, she could have asked me herself.
“I don’t know,” I dryly replied.
“Mmm, I got to go out. I’m tired of being cooped up in my apartme
nt.”
“I know that’s right,” I said hoping she would shut up.
“We’re closed,” I yelled over my shoulder hearing the door chime.
Today was a Saturday night and I allowed everyone to go home at six. I was the only one stuck here trying to finish up these twist. Thank God I was on my last two rows, with only twelve twists left to do.
“Damn, so I can’t get a shape up,” Cole said walking up behind me.
“Hey baby,” I replied kissing him.
For a minute, he was silent so I looked up to see what caught his attention. He and MiMi were both looking at each other through the mirror, with shock written all over their faces.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” I asked nudging him.
“Oh… ummmm, well I see it was getting late and you weren’t home yet.”
“I was just here finishing MiMi’s hair. MiMi this is Cole, my boyfriend, Cole, this is my new client, MiMi.”
“Hey Cole, nice to meet you,” she smirked.
“Likewise?” he asked with an unsure voice.
“When you think you gon’ be done?” he asked taking a seat next to me.
“I have a few more twists left then I have to style them, so I say about thirty minutes.”
“Ok cool,” he replied reclining his seat back.
I styled MiMi’s hair in a half bun, with the rest of her twists hanging down her back. She paid me two hundred dollars and added a twenty-dollar tip to it.
“Thank you,” I smiled stuffing the money in my back pocket.
“Anytime girl, my twists on fleek!” she beamed, looking at her hair in the mirror. “Hopefully you come out with us tonight.”
“I’ll see,” I said packing my things.
I cleaned off my station, swept the floor and locked up the shop. When I made it home, it was a quarter after eight, and Cinnamon was blowing me up nonstop, begging me to go out with her. The only reason I decided to go was because Lisa and Lala were going to be there.
I walked past Cole and noticed his phone had all his attention, as his fingers went back and forth across his keyboard, replying to the texts that kept buzzing through.
“Who you texting?”
“Ralph’s dumb ass,” he laughed smacking me on the ass. “So you going out tonight?”
“Yes, so wake me up at ten.”
I stripped down naked and took a much-needed nap before it was time to hang out with the ladies.
*****
Aye get fucked up
Drink a lil’ bit
Smoke a lil’ bit
Pop a lil’ bit
Aye get fucked up
K Camp’s “Lil Bit” song blasted through the speakers of Wet Willies. The ladies and I decided to visit a club in Hollywood, to avoid running into the fellas. We wanted to turn up without our men shutting shit down.
Cinnamon was on her third ‘Call a Cab’ as she swung across the pole making her ass pop. She and MiMi were showing their asses on the dance floor. I sat back sipping on my ‘Red Alert’ and watched, rocking my head to the beat. I was dressed in a skintight nude dress that looked like it was painted on my skin. I decided to let my pussy breathe as I free balled. My six-inch nude red bottom pumps, set my outfit off to the tee. If I would have been wearing panties, then I would have probably been up there popping my ass as well.
Lala definitely came out of her shell tonight. She was dressed in a black corset lace top that had her titties spilling out the rim of her bra, a pair of black high-waist distressed tights and a pair of black Prada pumps. She was definitely rocking the black; I was surprised Stacks allowed her to come out of the house like that.
Lala stood in front of Lisa popping her ass, as Lisa’s drunk ass made it rain on her. Out of the whole group, I think I was the only one that was sober.
“It’s thicker than a bitch in here,” Cinnamon said flagging down a waitress.
“Stops with the drinks,” I scolded her.
“Come on Honey, lighten up, we’re having fun,” MiMi slurred popping her ass.
The more I hung around the bitch, the more she pissed me off. I hated to sound mean but it was something about her slutty ass that made me want to beat her ass. I couldn’t figure it out, but I had every intention on finding out everything about her.
“Oops, y’all in trouble,” MiMi sang, as she pointed to our men who were walking towards us with a look of disapproval on their faces.
I knew taking a driver with us was a mistake. I told the ladies to let me drive, but they insisted we take a driver so we could get fucked up. Now look, the driver’s ass most likely ratted us out by giving the men our location.
“Lala, bring your ass here now!” Stacks yelled causing Lala to jump.
She looked over at him and burst out laughing. I knew she was too drunk to realize how much trouble she was in. Stacks walked over to Lala and threw her ass over his shoulder as if she weighed one pound.
“Hey baby,” Cinnamon slurred popping her ass on Chad.
“Cinny man, chill out, I let your ass go out and look how you acting. Out here shaking your ass everywhere like you don’t have a fucking husband,” he yelled dragging her ass towards the entrance.
Ralph gave Lisa a look that told her playtime was over. He didn’t have to say anything and she was already grabbing her things to leave.
“I’m sorry girl’s night got cut short.” Lisa rolled her eyes towards Ralph. “We have to link up and do this again.”
“Over my dead body,” Ralph replied biting the inside of his jaw.
“Well how am I getting home?” MiMi asked.
“The driver will take you home,” I smirked. “Baby let’s go,” I said grabbing Cole’s hand.
The entire car ride home Cole didn’t utter a sound. I knew he was angry by the way he kept chewing on his bottom lip. His tongue ring ran across his lips and I felt my pussy getting wet. At that moment, I wanted to make him pull the car over and fuck me on the side of the rode.
He pulled into our driveway and we made our way inside. The moment the door closed, Cole was on my ass like white on rice.
“Why the fuck you leave the house dressed like this?” he said grabbing me.
When I was getting ready to go out, Cole was taking Rob Jr. to his mother’s house so he had no idea what I had on.
“Cole, chill the fuck out,” I said trying to walk past him only to be grabbed from behind.
“Honey, please don’t tell me you went to the club with no fucking panties on,” he roared turning red.
“This isn’t the type of dress you wear panties with,” I whispered.
“Speak the fuck up Honey! Why weren’t you wearing any panties?”
“I forgot them,” I giggled.
“You think this shit is funny?” he snapped, with a few droplets of his spit falling on my face.
“Cole, it’s not that fucking serious.”
“Whatever Honey, do you,” he said storming out of the house.
“Cry baby, cry baby, suck your mama’s titties.” I giggled, feeling the effects of the liquor.
I watched his car speed down the street. As I was about to pick up the phone and curse him out, an incoming call from Cinnamon was coming through.
“Hey sis, what’s up?”
“Shit, just getting the silent treatment,” she laughed. “Lala and Lisa on the line.”
“You mean to tell me these hoes still alive,” I laughed.
“Fuck you Honey,” Lala snapped.
“Damn, the way Stacks threw your ass over his shoulder, I thought your ass was gon’ come up missing.”
“Me? Ralph ain’t say shit to Lisa yet,” she joked. “So you know she gon’ get it.”
“Shut up y’all, bae mad or whatever but that ain’t nothing a deep throat can’t fix,” Lisa said causing us all to laugh.
We spent the remainder of the night bullshitting over the phone. The men started coming home, so one by one everyone said their goodbyes. Cole must have really been mad at me because
he hadn’t shown up yet. I picked up the phone to call him, but the bitch on the voicemail was prompting me to leave a message. Hanging up the phone, I took two Tylenols to prevent me from having a headache in the morning, and called it a night.
Chapter 21
MiMi
Learning that the guy I fell deeply in love with was now loving someone else, hurt me to the core. Cole and I were supposed to be together forever, until my father decided otherwise. The whole time I was away, I tried my hardest to get in contact with Cole but always came up short.
The day I spotted him in the park, was the happiest day in my life. I waited for him to call me to link up, but when that call never came, I figured he was with someone else. Imagine my shock when I found out that the someone else was Honey.
The thing that hurt the worst is that I knew Cole was madly in love with her. There were days that I would be at the shop and he would send her flowers, or pick her up and take her out on a lunch date. Cinnamon spoke about their love so much that it was starting to sicken me. Now that I found out that the mysterious guy was Cole, my mind was all in a frenzy.
I wasn’t in the business of breaking up homes, but for Cole, I would bend the rules. I knew Cole was taken but at this point I didn’t care. My heart knew it was playing a dangerous game but it still wanted to go up for the challenge.
The knocking at my apartment door brought me back to reality.
“Who is it?” I asked shocked that someone was at my door.
The only person that knew I stayed here was Cinnamon, but I knew she wouldn’t be over here this late because she was now on LD for acting a fool at the club.
“Open the door MiMi,” the voice demanded causing me to melt.
“Cole, how did you know where I lived?” I asked opening the door.
“You used my driver, remember?”
“Oh ok, well you want to come in?” I asked inviting him in my small, yet cozy home.
I decided to rent something small because I was only here on contract. With my occupation, no place became your permanent home, unless you took a permanent position. I decided to pick up temporary jobs so that I had the flexibility to see the world for free.
