“Love me like really love me?”
“Love you like I’ve always loved you.”
“Why you just telling me this shit now? You been fucking with a nigga’s head for years. Now all of a sudden you love me?”
“Baby, I was scared. But you never heard me keep it this real with you until now. I’m sorry about Kelsi, but that shit meant nothing to me, and I know you know it otherwise you wouldn’t let me look into those grey eyes of yours right now. You said it yourself, ‘loving and fucking is two different things’.” He smiled but as if something else had come across his mind, he pushed her away and stood up straight. “Now what did I do?”
“Are you sure it’s not because of your man out there? And your friend?”
“Are you asking me if I’m professing my love to you because Gabriella fucked Terrell?” She frowned.
“Yeah.”
“You know what, don’t fucking play with me!” Yvonna yelled hitting his arm. Then she gripped his shirt with both hands. “I will kill you and you better know I mean that shit.” He knew she was telling the truth and when she saw it in his eyes, she released him. “I’m telling you that I love you because I do. I always have. And I love you so much that I was willing to give you up. Do you understand that this was the first time this has ever happened to me? Where I was so unselfish that I was willing to give a person up?”
“If that’s the case are we gonna stop playing games and be together?”
“There’s so much you don’t know about me.”
“Fuck that! Are you gonna be with me or not?”
“Yes. I’m gonna be with you always. Even if it’s in spirit.”
He didn’t know what that meant so he said, “No more you love me so you gotta stay away from me shit.” Then he glared at her and slapped her in the face. “And no more fucking my friends.” He slapped her again. “We bound together forever, and I will go through hell just to get to you.”
Smiling at him, she pushed him onto her bed and removed his shoes. When his shoes made light thumps on the floor, she removed his jeans, boxers and t-shirt. And as quickly as she undressed him she was able to undress herself quicker. “I just want to touch you first.” She said. “Can I just touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want.”
Starting at his feet she lightly massaged each one of his toes. And when she’d given each of his toes attention she massaged his entire foot with long smooth strokes. Then she ran her warm hands up to his ankles, his legs and thighs. Bricks was already rock hard when she finally reached his stomach with delicate smooth tongue motions. When she was done touching every inch of his body, she crawled on top of him, without sliding onto his dick. Her pussy was inches away from his thickness but she didn’t let him enter her, not yet anyway.
“What you doing to me, bitch?” He asked eager to push inside of her for the first time ever.
She crouched over top of him, and slapped him in the face. “That’s for putting your hands on me earlier.” Then she smacked him again. “And this is for making me fall in love with you.” He smiled and forcefully grabbed her, pulling her on top of his body. They engaged in a passionate kiss clawing at each other. It had been years and finally they would get what they both wanted. Fucked.
“Damn you feel so good.” Bricks said. “I should fuck you up for letting that nigga inside of you. If you ever do some shit like that again I’ma kill you, Yvonna. You want me to kill you?” Sticking a finger inside of her pussy he said, “This is mine and it belongs to me. Always remember that shit.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” she said leaving trails of kisses along his neck. Her wet mound winded on his finger. “But I’m gonna do everything in my power tonight, to make you forget all about the past.” He took his finger of her pussy and licked it. “Taste good?” She asked.
“Like candy.”
She smiled, slapped her hands together, and then she rubbed them over and over until they were warm. Then she grabbed his thickness and in long glides moved her hands up and down his dick. With his grey eyes already rolling in the back of his head she took the tip of her pink tongue and played with the slit at the top of his helmet. He looked at her. “Damn, bitch. You know what you doing.”
She pushed him back down. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Wanting to taste him fully, she covered the top of his dick with her warm mouth, running her tongue in circles around the top. Then she softly suckled on his dick like it was a delicate ice cream cone and she was savoring every drip drop.
“Mmmmmmmm.” He moaned.
Wanting to take more into her mouth she removed her hands and placed her mouth on his dick, there was not one part of him that wasn’t in her mouth.
“Fuuuuuccckkkkkk…”
They were just getting into the fun when horny ass Ming bust through the doors. “Oooooo, ya’ll sound like ya’ll having fun. Can Ming play?”
“Bitch, get the fuck out!” She said throwing a pillow at the door, running Ming away.
“Your friend is a trip,” Bricks said laughing a little.
“Don’t worry about her,” Yvonna said crawling on top of him, placing his thickness into her body. “Worry about this pussy.”
It was time, finally, for him to feel how hot it was inside of her. So she pushed her pussy down on his dick and rode him like a champion. Her titties bounced back and forth as her ass slapped against his thighs. He grabbed her waist and pushed into her each time savoring every motion in her ocean. There was nothing else to say, you haven’t fucked a bitch until you fucked a crazy bitch, and she knew it. “Fuck this pussy, nigga. Beat that shit right.”
From the corner of her eye, Yvonna could see Ming looking at them in the crack of the doorway. As long as she didn’t bring her ass into the room on her first night fucking Bricks, she wouldn’t revoke her exhibitionist privileges. Besides, she loved having an audience. “Fuck your pussy, baby. Beat it!”
“Damn, bitch!” Bricks replied biting his bottom lip. “I ain’t know the pussy was gonna be this tight and wet.”
“Now you do.” Yvonna bragged.
Tiring of the shit she was talking, he threw her on the bed and wrapped her legs around his neck. Then he did something she never experienced before. Taking his hand, he pushed on her lower stomach as he fucked her over and over. Something about the pressure of his hand and the motion allowed her to feel his dick with every movement he made. It felt like it would bust out of her stomach. At that moment Yvonna stood corrected, next to Bricks, Kelsi wasn’t shit. “I love you, nigga,” she said looking into this eyes.
“You love this dick,” he said.
“No fuck that,” she said titties moving up and down. “I love you.”
He flipped her over and banged it a little from the back. Then he looked at her right shoulder and saw the names Bernice, Cream, Jhane and Swoopes carved on her body.
He never saw this before because most times she wore a shirt. “Why you got that nigga Swoopes name carved on you?” He said pounding her for points.
“Because I’m gonna kill him, like I killed all them other people on my shoulder.” Just thinking about their deaths turned her on. “Now you gonna keep talking or fuck me?”
Bricks turned her back over and looked into her eyes. The way she stared at him drove him crazy so he bust all his nut inside of her pussy. When they came they stopped for a moment and started again for twenty minutes, neither wanting the moment to end. “I’m about to cuuuummmmm again,” Yvonna called.
“Me too, baby. Keep working that ass.”
Yvonna grabbed one of her titties and ran her tongue around her nipple. Seeing her do this caused him to bust a third time. “Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” He said. “Fuccccckkkkkk.”
“I’m cumming too,” she said winding her ass one last time before he fell into her chest. Out of breath she said, “I…I…really have never been fucked like that before.”
“Not even last night?”
“Bricks, all bullshit
aside, I made a mistake but you gotta let that shit go. Now can you forgive me or not so we can move on?”
“I’ma forgive you on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“If you be my woman, and stop playing games. Let’s make the shit official.”
Yao entered her mind. “I don’t think we can do that right now, Bricks.”
“What?” He frowned, staring down at her face. “You must want me to fuck you up.”
“It’s not that, baby, it’s just that I got myself into something I have to get myself out of first. Once I work this through, we can work on us. And I promise,” she paused, “with everything I am, that when that moment finally comes for us to be together, I’ll be the best you’ve ever had. I’m talking about every night, I’m gonna sleep with your dick in my mouth.” She grinned. “I love you, Bricks.”
“I love you back.” Then he exhaled thinking about her falling to sleep with his dick in her mouth. “Sounds good, but let’s talk about what I came here to discuss.”
“So you really didn’t come here for me?”
“No.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, let’s talk about it,” she said sitting up straight, covering her titties with the sheets, the taste of him still in her mouth.
“First I wanna make sure you okay.”
“You mean now that you fucked me and carried me?” she paused. “Yeah, I’d say I’m okay.”
“Yvonna, are you okay?” He repeated with seriousness. “You know with the schizophrenia you told me about.” She had forgotten about that conversation.
“I’m as good as I’m gonna be.” Then she smiled. “
“Cool, now the hotel is swarming with cops. So are you clear on what we gotta say if they ask us about Urban?”
“Yeah…we were at the party the entire time.” She replied secretly wanting to fuck again. “I got it. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been murdering people with an unofficial immunity card for years.”
“I don’t know about all that but I do know we gotta be careful.” He paused. “Tonight we gonna get dressed and get ready for the fight like nothing is off. Like that nigga is still gonna come downstairs and give folks the fight of his life.”
“That’s the part I might find hard to do.”
“Why?”
“I can’t do the fake shit too good.”
“Well do the lying shit instead. I know you pretty good at that.”
“That was low,” she replied.
“Fuck low. We have to be smart. We killed a public figure. A MAJOR public figure and if we fuck up in the slightest, they gonna come for us.”
“When do you think they gonna find their bodies?”
“It depends on how long he got the room for.” Bricks replied. “But we can’t deviate off the plan in the slightest. I told Carmen’s friends that she left since me and you got back together. I’m just hoping them bitches buy that shit and shut the fuck up. I just need you to stay on point.”
“I got it. Don’t worry.”
“Cool, let me go to my room and get ready.” He stood up and looked down at her. “Once we get through this, we gonna be fine. You trust me?”
“Yeah. The crazy part about it is, I do.”
Sin City
Quita
The steam from the bathroom made it hotter than Quita could stand as she sat in a tub full of water. She was contemplating cracking the door to get a little air but the children in her care would have flooded in with question after question and she needed a break. Just twenty minutes of peace and quiet, after all, what could it hurt?
She had just laid her head up against the wall and exhaled while she was thinking about the YBM. Although they threatened to do her harm, she managed to dodge them when she could. But if they kept fucking with her, she had something for that ass. She lifted Kelsi’s gun and had all intentions on using it. When Bricks came to her room to look for it, she hid it in a box of menstrual pads, knowing they wouldn’t go in there.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! “Stop knocking on the fucking door!” Quita yelled at the kids who bothered her ever five minutes. “I’ma be out in a minute.”
“But you taking too long!” Delilah added. “My soda is warm and I hate warm soda!”
“What?” Quita frowned looking at the closed door as if it were the child.
“I said my soda is warm and I need ice!” She paused. “What you want me to do, drink piss?”
“Wait, Delilah!” She rolled her eyes. “I said, I’m coming.”
When she heard her peddling away from the door she focused on the phone on the edge of the tub. Even though she settled for a consolation prize by fucking Melvin, she hoped he’d tell Bricks how great she was in the bedroom and that he would want her anyway. But each time she called Melvin to see if he was coming to her room after the fight, like he promised while inside of her mediocre pussy, her calls landed in his voicemail. Unable to let well enough alone, she called him again, and again he didn’t answer. “That nigga trying to play me like the rest of these niggas. I can’t stand neither one of them mothafuckas.”
Sliding the phone across the yellow tiles on the bathroom floor, she rinsed the last few suds off of her thighs before rising out of the water. She hoped leaving the kids in the living room to watch Toy Story 3 wouldn’t bite her in the ass forcing her to have to perform a massive clean up behind them.
With the white towel wrapped around her body, she grabbed her cell phone, opened the door and tiptoed toward the area they were seated, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her. But when she did a quick accounting of the children, she noticed Delilah was missing. “Hey,” she paused looking around, “where is Delilah?”
Boy’s eyes were glued onto the TV along with Little Davie, Joshua, Chomps and Miranda. And not one of them gave her proper acknowledgement.
“She went to get some ice. Said her shit was hot and you wouldn’t open the door so she got it herself.” Little Davie said.
“Watch your mouth!”
He rolled his eyes. “Man, you ain’t my daddy. Plus you asked me a question.”
Quita ignored the rebellious son of a drug dealer to run into the hallway, the towel almost falling off of her body. “Delilah, Delilah…where are you?” People looked at her as if she was crazy for being half naked.
The cold air rushed against her wet skin and she could smell the scent of a recent room service order as it lingered in the air. As she approached the ice port, she did a quick prayer that when she reached it she’d she Delilah filling her bucket. But when she bent the corner, she wasn’t there. Her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach made all sorts of waves. If she lost Yvonna’s child, she was smart enough to know that it meant her life. Was it the YBM? Did they find out she was Yvonna’s daughter and decided to take her hostage?
Rushing back to the room, Boy was the first person she saw when she entered. The door slammed behind her and he walked up to her with a serious look on his face. “Where my sister, Miss Quita?”
Quita walked around him, “She went down the hall.”
“Went down the hall where?” He followed.
She turned around. “Boy, I’m the adult and you’re the child. You don’t question me, I question you.”
“If my sister is lost I’m ‘bout to call Aunt Yvonna.” He went for his North Face book bag to grab his phone, only to have it snatched away by Quita.
“You can’t do that!” She yelled, bag dangling in her hand. “Now go sit down.”
He snatched it back. “If my mother knew how you talked to me, you would have problems. Or have you forgot who my uncle is?”
She softened the glare on her face knowing he was right and said, “Boy, I don’t mean to yell at you.” She got on her knees in front of the child so that she could be less intimidating. Secretly Boy hoped a tittie would pop out of her towel for nature’s sake. “So how about you let me go get your sister. Okay? We don’t have to worry people before time.” She pau
sed. “Can you do me a favor until I come back?”
“What?” he frowned folding is arms in his chest.
“Can you look after the other kids?”
A smile instantly appeared on his face. “Yeah…but you gotta tell them I’m in charge. Or they not gonna listen.”
Believing roughing the kids’ feathers was an easy price to pay to get him to remain quiet for a few more ticks, she turned around and faced the children. “Listen,” all the kids stopped what they were doing and looked at her, “I’m about to go get Delilah and while I’m gone, Boy is in charge.”
“Ughhh, why him?” Little Davie said. “My folks got more money than his do.”
“Nigga, you wish you had more money than my family.” Boy said. “My uncle is Yao. You know who that is?”
“Both of ya’ll ain’t got as much money as my father,” Chomps added.
“First off everybody in here is broke,” Quita corrected them, “because although your parents may have a little something, ya’ll don’t have a cup to piss in or a window to throw it out of.” She paused. “Now I have to go, you all can argue about whose mother or father has the most money.”
After she shut the kid beef down, she got dressed and grabbed the room key. She didn’t know where Delilah was, but she knew there would be hell to pay if she came back without her. “I be back, like I said, remember Boy is in charge.”
When the door closed Little Davie examined Boy. Throwing his body into the sofa he said, “He in charge. For now.”
Sin City
Yvonna
People rattled on at the hotel’s bar about the question that was making Yvonna so mad she wanted to throw the fuck up. It had gotten so bad that instead of saying hello when you greeted people in the hallway, it was, “Can you believe Urban Greggs is missing?”
Shyt List 4: Children of the Wronged (The Cartel Publications Presents) Page 17
