by Lucinda John
“Que el sabor tan bueno. (That taste so good),” I said before I dove back in, no life jacket. I made love to her pussy with my mouth, using my nose to stimulate her clit.
“Oh, I’m about to cum, oh, shit Stacks! Oh, gawd!” she pulled my head closer in her wetness threatening to drown me. I was just praying that she knew CPR. Her legs started shaking, and then I felt her body go limp. I licked and sucked her dry
“What’s for dinner?” I asked, slipping her shorts back on her.
“You still hungry?” she seductively asked while biting on her bottom lip. She pulled me closer between her legs.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” I asked as she led me up to the bedroom. She didn’t answer me; all she did was undress, lay on the bed, and started playing in her pussy. I could see the wetness pour out of her and onto the sheets. I undressed and got in bed with her. I positioned myself between her legs and started sucking on her neck. Marking my territory, I made sure to leave multiple, visible hickies and bite marks on her. “Once you let me in, that’s it. You’re mine, the pussy is mine and any thoughts you have of James is dead. You heard?” I had to make sure this was really what she wanted because once I got in that pussy there was no way I was letting her ass go back to James.
She answered me by putting my dick in her slippery, wet mound. Her pussy suffocated my dick with its tightness. The stickiness of her moistness dripped on me with every thrust I took. I put one of her legs on my shoulders and used the curve in my dick to find that spot. BINGO; I thought as she moaned out.
“Oh shit, my spot.” Now that I found it, there was no way I was going to stop hitting it. I had to make sure her spot and my dick became well acquainted because they were about to become lifelong friends. After hitting her spots a few more times, I felt her raining down on me. I pulled my dick out and went down to drink the everlasting water from her well.
Once she discharged that nut, she was selfishly holding back. I flipped her over and entered her from the back. I reached under her and played with her clit as the curve in my dick went to go greet her spot again.
“Ooooh, gawd this is not fair,” she moaned.
“What’s not fair,” I asked teasing her.
“I’m about to c-c-c-cummm! Oh, no!!!” she came and collapsed on her stomach. She was in for a rude awakening if she thought I was done with her.
I rolled over with her on top of me and boy did she flip the script on me. Somehow she regained her composure and was riding me like I was one of those mechanical bulls and she was determined to stay on. She clasped her pussy around my dick and bounced up and down on it.
“Slow down ma!” I whispered, trying my hardest not to moan. But when she tightened her muscles again around my dick, I was singing another tune. “Ride this dick,” I groaned, cheering her on. She was putting in work on my pole. She lifted all the way up and slid down on my dick and that was all it took for me to release my seeds in her.
She turned around with her back facing me and stuck my semi hard dick in her mouth. She started bouncing her ass cheeks as she deep throated my dick. She had all 10 inches of me down her throat and she ain’t gag not once. Using her throat, she tried to swallow my dick. Not wanting to disrespect her by busting in her mouth, I flipped her over and went back to work.
“I’mma show you what this pussy could do,” I said before making her cum back to back. We went at it for hours, round after round and not once did her pussy go dry on me. “You know you my girl now?” I asked as she laid in my arms exhausted from the fuck-a-thon we just had.
“Yes, baby I know,” was her last words before she drifted off to sleep. Lord if this is your will please make it work; I silently prayed before I pulled her close to me and closed my eyes.
“Breakfast is ready!” Lala’s beautiful voice woke me up by sitting the breakfast tray over me.
“Thanks Ma’,” I said looking down at the cheese eggs, steak, toasted bagels, fresh fruits, and a tall glass of some type of smoothie drink. My stomach instantly jumped for joy anticipating the taste of the food that the aroma had my nose in pure bliss.
I got up, brushed my teeth, and went in. I was on a mission to demolish this plate of food. After eating, I went downstairs to find Lala. The kitchen was cleaned, but she wasn’t in there. Hearing the sound of the shower, I went inside the bathroom. The smell of strawberries bum-rushed me as soon as I opened the door. I quickly undressed and joined her in the shower for a rematch.
“So, are you going to tell me about Donna?” Lala asked sitting on the edge of the bed while applying lotion to her body.
“Are you going to tell me about James?” I shot at her while pulling a shirt over my head and grabbing the aromatherapy oil off the dresser.
“What do you want to know?” She looked at me as I grabbed one of her feet.
“Everything.” I poured the oil in the palm of my hands and began massaging her foot.
“Well we met when I was 15. He was so ugly,” she said chuckling. “No girls would give him the time of day, so he stopped trying to talk to girls period. I was attracted to his personality; he was funny, silly, and adventurous. There was a never a dull moment with him. Well, after his dad left they started to struggle. They lost their house and had to move to the projects.
Even though my parents didn’t approve of him anymore because he wasn’t in the academy or living in the suburbs, I still went behind their backs to visit him. Their living arrangements was horrible. Their housemaid, Betty the roach was the first thing that greeted me as soon as I walked through the door. I could tell that he was embarrassed.
That’s when he came up with the bright idea to start selling drugs. Around that time, my parents cut me off financially because my grades started to slip and I was out hanging with ‘hoodlums’ as they would say. My dad came up with a bright idea that I get a job. He had a friend that owned a few Burger Kings so he got me a job there to prove a point.
I could still remember his words ‘If you continue with the nonsense Lala this is the type of job you’ll work for the rest of your life.’ Anywho, with my paychecks, I gave them to James to help finance his dream of being a street pharmacist. When my parents found out my boyfriend were a drug dealer, they blew a casket. My father was a celebrity surgeon and he didn’t want me to ruin his career he worked so hard for and my mother being so weak minded she followed him.”
Lala took a deep breath and I could tell that she was hurt behind her parents’ actions. “So Lisa and I got a job at KOD. Her, James, and I moved into a two-bedroom apartment and while we stripped, he sold drugs. Instead of going off to college like I was suppose to do, I was at the club shaking my ass. When James finally got his business up and running, I quit the club and went back to school. With money comes hoes and that’s when we started having problems. He was so used to girls not liking him that when a few started to look his way, he decided to makeup for all the lost time.” She started to cry so I held her.
“Growing up, it was just my mother and I. I had the best of everything, but I did not have a father. Every time I would ask my mother about my father she would shake it off and try to ‘buy’ her way out of answering me. When my mother died when I was 17, she left me a letter about my father. Enclosed in the envelope were a few pictures of him and his address.
I flew to Columbia with every intention of killing him, but when he presented me with an offer of making millions, I decided why not, I had nothing to lose. He made sure I finished school and went to college. I also had a little band that used to perform at the local Jazz bar for fun. Then I met her. Donna was the first girl I fell in love with,” I spoke.
“I too was guilty of putting a woman that loved you more than life itself through hell. The day she caught me cheating on her was the day I vowed it would be the last time I do her wrong. She was pregnant with my twins and she deserved better. I was going to make her my wife. I had enough money to leave the game, we were going to move down to Columbia, get ma
rried, and start our family,” I paused, pondering if I wanted to relive the worst day in my life. “She was taken from me.”
Lala held me as the tears started to fall from my eyes.
“I came home one day and she was dead. The motherfuckers tortured her until she gave them access to a room that had all my drugs and money. Then they shot her in the stomach three times and slit her throat.” I sobbed uncontrollably thinking how she couldn’t even have an open casket funeral. I cried for my twins that never got a chance to make it into this world. I cried for my mother who wasn’t here now to see that I found a woman to finally help fill this void. My mind started playing tricks on me because I swear I heard Donna telling me that it was ok to move on and be happy.
Chapter 16
James
When it rains it pours, I thought as I puffed on this Rainbow Kush I bought from one of the local corner boys. This shit was some fie shit. Ever since Lala left me, I didn’t feel the same. My money was drying up and the one person who would have made this all better was gone. You never really knew what you have until it was gone. I wished I treated her better. Sex ain’t better than love because the hoes that I was getting sex from no longer wanted to deal with me because I wasn’t the big man on the streets. I knew Lala would have stuck it out with a nigga. She was riding when a nigga ain’t even have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.
I had to get my baby back. It’d been three months too long without her and playtime was over. I needed my wife here with me where she belonged. I called her for the 20th time today and got the voicemail again. She could dead all thoughts of her and Stacks living happily ever after because I soon as I caught up to that nigga, I was pushing his wig back.
“Oh, shit,” Ashley yelled, jumping out her sleep and running to the bathroom. I swear all she did was throw the fuck up. I was too ready for this pregnancy to be over, so that she could free my youngin’. Even though, I’d been kicking it with her since Lala been gone, she wasn’t wifey material. I didn’t know why I fucked around and got that hoe pregnant. “This baby don’t agree with nothing I eat,” she whined while walking out of the bathroom and getting back in bed.
I got out of bed to get ready for my day. This hoe had life all types of fucked up if she thought we was about to lay up in bed like we was the Brady bunch or some shit.
“Where you going?” she asked, noticing me getting dressed.
“Out,” I replied walking out the door. I had to get up with Rico and see what our next move was going to be. He told me that some jack boys in Fort Lauderdale had some weight they wanted to sell; hell anything was better than nothing. I was ready to get back in the game by any means.
“Yo, what the lick read?” Rico answered the phone.
“Shit that’s why I’m calling you. What’s up with UPS, did they come through with the package?” I spoke in codes.
“Nah, they left a notice on the door for us to come pick it up,” he replied playing along.
“No doubt, I’ll be on yo’ side in a few,” I said hanging up and parking my car. First thing first I had to make things right with wifey.
* * *
I walked into the entrance of Jackson Memorial Hospital. If she wasn’t going to talk to me over the phone then she had no choice but to talk to me face to face.
“Hey, is Lala here?” I asked one of her co-workers that was sitting at the nurse’s station.
“She went to the cafeteria to study,” a nurse passing by replied as she pushed a lady in a wheelchair.
“Thanks.” I made my way to the elevator and with every floor I passed, the more my heart rate sped up. I felt so nervous, like I was about to ask her on a date for the first time or some shit. Entering the cafeteria, I spotted her in the far corner sitting on an auburn colored sofa. She looked so cute with her glasses on and a serious look on her face as she stared into a book.
She was chewing on the end of her pen, a bad habit she had while she was studying. I kicked myself for pushing the love of my life into the arms of another man.
“Is this seat taken?” I walked over to her and sat down.
“What do you want, James?” she snapped.
“I just wanted to talk,” I pleaded, hoping like hell she was going to hear me out.
“Ok, talk,” she said with her eyes still plastered in the book that was in her lap.
“I did a lot of fucked up things in our relationship and I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready yet to be a man. It took me losing everything to realize that all I ever wanted in a wife was right in front of me.” I got on bended knee and took her hand. “Lala, I know I fucked up, but no man is perfect. If you would have me, I would love to make things right. I want to make you my wife.” I pulled out the little black box I had in my back pocket and opened it. I used my thumb to wipe the tears away from her eyes as I slid the ring on her finger.
“You think it’s that fucking easy, James?! You think you can come in here with a weak ass apology and a ring to make things better. It took you eight fucking years to put this ring on my damn finger, James! It took my being with another man to finally make you realize you had something good!” she yelled, taking the ring off her finger and throwing it. “Go give this ring to that bitch Keyshia because I don’t want it,” she yelled in my face.
“Answer me this, what did your results say when you went to the clinic?” I asked, knowing damn well this ‘Keyshia’ shit was a lie! She just sat there and looked at me. We both knew that it came back negative, Well at least I knew for a fact that mine did. “Ok then, just hear me out. Let me take you to dinner, so we can talk.” I asked, praying she would give me another chance.
“Ok,” she simply said before gathering her things and walking out. Something was better than nothing at this point.
* * *
“How much you selling each brick?” I asked this nigga named Nano who claimed he had some good shit.
“I got 12 and I’ll let them off for 17 if you buy all of them.” Each brick was going for 17,500 so to get twelve at 17 wasn’t that bad. Nico and I both went half on it. I only had 200,000 left to my name and I just spent 105,000 of that on drugs. After purchasing the bricks, I felt a little better. If we flipped it right then the money would be enough for me to get my shit together until I could find a legit connect instead of a jack boy.
As soon as we made it back to Miami, I called my team and told them it was time to get back to work. For the first time in a while, I found myself smiling, I had one more chance to get it right with Lala and I was about to get my money right. I wanted Stacks to feel what I felt when he took everything away from me before I ended his life. I hope he enjoyed the taste of my girl’s pussy because that would be his last supper.
Chapter 17
Bear
“Did he buy them from you?” I asked Nano over the phone. He had a meeting with that nigga James to buy the bricks I stole from my own trap. If things went as planned, then a war was about to break out between Stacks and James.
“Yeah, I only sold that nigga half, so he could come back and re-up”
“Good looking out bra, tight work,” I said licking my blunt and sealing it close. I spoke and chopped it up some more with Nano over the phone so that we could discuss more of my plan before hanging up the phone. I had to pick up Lisa because we had plans on going bowling. A nigga wasn’t the bowling type, but hey I had to do what I had to do. Taking Stacks down was so serious to me that I had to do whatever it took to ensure that he was dead and gone.
“Out with that bitch for the eighth time this week,” Tasha said, walking in on the ending of the conversation I just had with Lisa.
“Man I ain’t with that shit today for real,” I said and fired up another blunt. Dog was known to be a man’s best friend, but weed was mine. I was what they called a certified weed head. I couldn’t last a day without smoking a minimum amount of five blunts a day
“You never take me out as much as you take the bitch out,”
she said putting her hands on her hips.
“What you want me to take your ass out and risk Stacks seeing you?”
“Stacks is in Miami nigga, we about a two hour drive away from his ass!” she yelled trying get saucy with a nigga
“You dumb for real though, I’m out woe.” I got up and left. I ain’t have to have this bitch in my ear hollering about irrelevant shit. At the end of the day, she was the bitch I planned on moving to the private island with, but if she kept with the fuck shit; Lisa could easily replace her.
* * *
“STRIKE!” Lisa yelled, jumping up and down as she hit all the bowling ball pins. “Who’s coming for me?” she started twerking doing her victory dance. I wasn’t complaining watching that ass bounce.
“I bet you can’t beat me shooting dice though.” I grabbed her by her waist. I knew I had a purpose for being with her, but a nigga was starting to feel her.
“Stop being a sore loser.” She turned around and kissed me on the lips.
“You ready to go eat?” I asked, trying to get out of that lovey dovey kissing shit.
“Yeah, oooh you have to try this spot called Fingalicking on 32nd they have the best macaroni in the world,” she said.
“Lead the way then,” I told her as I tossed her my car keys. Yeah a nigga had this bitch pushing his whip, while I sat back a rolled daddies.
“Welcome to Fingalicking! Dine-In or takeout?” the sexy ass waitress asked us. If I wasn’t with Lisa, I would have been trying get up in them jeans that hugged that ass to perfection.
“Dine-In,” Lisa said noticing me checking ol’girl out.
“Follow me,” Ms. thickness said as she brought us to our seat.
“That ass fat though,” Lisa joked, noticing me watching the way the waitress’ ass jiggled.
“Huh?” I said confused.
“I saw that ass too, it was sitting up nice in them jeans,” she laughed. I was glad she wasn’t on no jealous type of shit. If it was Tasha’s ass then I would have been all types of ‘fuck niggas’.
