by Nene Capri
He approached the door and knocked a few times. Within seconds the door came open and his eyes were treated to her standing in the doorway with a light blue, silk lace bra and a matching G-string peeking out from under an open sheer robe.
“Hey babe,” she said, moving into his arms.
Kiam received her tenderly. He squeezed her tightly as he walked her backwards and closed the door. Her baby soft skin was a comfort to his hands as he ran them down her back and over her butt.
“This is what a man needs after a long day,” he whispered in her ear.
Faydrah melted in his strong arms, inhaled the masculine fragrance of his cologne, and began placing tender kisses on his neck and face. “I missed you,” she confessed as her lips found his.
Kiam gave in to her kisses. He happily closed his eyes and enjoyed her soft lips and tongue as her hands gripped his back. He pulled back and sank his teeth into one of her breast then ran his tongue up her neck and kissed her again. Faydrah’s entire body caught on fire.
“Baby wait,” she whispered. His touch was taking over the moment and she did not want that.
“I thought you had something for me,” he cooed in her ear as he fumbled with the back of her bra.
Faydrah reached up and grabbed his hands. “I do, but you need to let me be in control for a little while,” she panted, pulling back to look into his eyes.
She could see the unbridled passion, and the fire from his soul pierced hers.
“You gonna come to the door wearing an outfit that says ‘fuck me’, then say hold up. Where they do that at?” Kiam said, stepping out of his boots.
“Don’t worry, I got you. Just relax and let me do me,” she said, taking his hand and leading him to the backyard.
Kiam’s eyes settled on the string that lay perfectly between her ass cheeks.
As Faydrah slid open the patio door Kiam rested the rock up against her softness. “My boy wanna holla at you.,”
“Tell him I’ma have a long deep conversation with him if he’ll just be patient.” She moved forward and walked onto the deck.
Kiam was pleasantly surprised. Her yard was like a resort. She had a huge deck with a Jacuzzi on it surrounded by sheer white curtains. There was an in-ground pool and a huge gazebo surrounded by netting with a white cushioned lounge chair swing in the middle. There were flowers in an array of bright colors strategically placed throughout the yard and tall, potted palm trees. Flickering lanterns lit the area, setting the mood just right. Kiam gazed up into the pitch-black sky; there were a few stars which flickered dimly in the far distance.
“You hungry,” Faydrah asked as she opened the lids on the platters.
“You know I like to eat,” he responded with a sexy smirk on his face.
“Come sit down.” Faydrah smiled. She had prepared his favorite foods and couldn’t wait to see his reaction.
Kiam took a seat at the table. His eyes lit up when he looked down at his plate and saw deep fried catfish nuggets, baked macaroni and cheese with five cheeses, collard greens and a bowl of banana pudding. She had remembered that these were the dishes that Miss Charlene used to make for him every Sunday.
“Thank you, baby,” he said, standing up and kissing her lightly.
“I told you I got you,” she replied affectionately.
They shared a few sweet kisses before they began to eat.
The food was delicious, and the ambience was perfect. They talked and laughed about the old days and how bad Kiam was. It felt good to him to have someone that he could just be himself around, someone who shared his past and was a perfect addition to his present.
When their plates were empty, Faydrah began clearing the table.
Kiam stood up. “Where’s the bathroom, baby?”
“It’s down the hall on the left.” She pointed through the curtain in the doorway.
After Kiam disappeared into the house, Faydrah prepared the next stage of her plan.
She turned on her Pandora, hit the remote to dim the yard lights, lit a few candles then started up the Jacuzzi.
After washing his hands and rinsing his mouth with the Listerine he found in the medicine cabinet, Kiam grabbed a wash cloth and towel and hopped in the shower. It had been a hot, muggy, day and he wanted to get refreshed.
While Kiam showered, Faydrah poured them both a drink and placed them in the cup holder on the side of the Jucuzzi. Looking up at a full moon, she slipped out of her robe and bra then stepped into the warm water.
The music was playing and the candles were flickering. Against this romantic backdrop Kiam emerged from inside wrapped in a black fluffy towel.
Faydrah enjoyed looking at him, he was sexy without effort, and he was all hers again.
Kiam stood in front of the tub gazing down at her with hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips slowly and let the towel that was wrapped around his thirty-four-inch waist fall to the ground. His iron rod stood straight up, ready to do damage.
When he stepped in the Jacuzzi, Faydrah leaned up and kissed the head of his dick, sending chills up his spin.
Pulling back, Kiam said, “Tonight let me please you.” He went to his knees and lifted her out the water. Placing her on the edge of the tub, he slipped off her G-string.
Faydrah’s center throbbed as he gripped her firm in his arms, threw her legs over his shoulders, and placed tender kisses on the insides of her thighs. His tongue slid to the crease of her leg causing her breath to quicken as he came closer to the furnace that burned at her center.
Kiam continued his tease until he felt she couldn’t take anymore. He delicately ran his tongue up and down her pulsating kitty, then he zoned in on her bud of pleasure and alternated between sucking it gently, and firm.
Faydrah moaned and gripped the back of his head, prodding him to suck harder and take her to the point of no return.
Kiam knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t ready for her volcano to erupt. He continued to tease and please at the same time.
Faydrah threw her head back as Avant and KeKe Wyatt crooned through her speakers My First Love.
Long as I live/ You will be my/My first love/My first love/ and my only love…
Faydrah gyrated and quivered as Kiam ran his tongue up and down her wet lips.
Showing no mercy, he held her firm in place, sucking and circling her clit with the tip of his tongue until she rained h.er sticky sweetness inside his mouth.
Releasing her legs he came up and looked in her eyes. “Thank you, baby” he whispered softly.
“For—what?” she asked breathlessly.
“For just being you.”
“Kiam, I love you,” she rasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and tracing his lips with her sweet tongue.
“I love you too, baby. Now come ride this dick,” he commanded.
He definitely didn’t have to ask twice. Faydrah stood up and looked down at his mammoth erection with desire. Kiam leaned back, positioning himself for her to straddle him. He put his arms out along the edge of the Jacuzzi and prepared to get the royal treatment like the king he was.
Straddling his lap Faydrah wrapped as much of her hand as she could around his throbbing thicknesses and guided him inside of her. She took her time sliding down on his pole, inch by wonderful inch, until she had all of him inside her.
“Ooh, yessssss,” she moaned, rocking her hips and sliding up and down his length.
Kiam stared into her eyes taking each breath as she released it. She was riding his dick like she owned it. Kiam placed one hand on the small of her back pulling her into him. She leaned back angling his dick just right to hit that special spot deep inside of her.
Faydrah closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders as her pussy began to contract. “I’m about to cum,” she moaned.
“Get that shit baby,.”
“Kiam,” she cried as she rode faster, teasing her spot until she came long and hard. She bit into his neck while continuing to ride.
Rain drops began to drizzle down o
n them as he held her in place.
“Kiam, baby, it’s starting to rain,” she whispered feeling another orgasm coming on.
“Mmmmm, fuck the rain, ride this dick.”
Her soft breast rested against his chest and he held her in his arms, never wanting to let her go.
Faydrah felt so connected to him she could read his thoughts. “Kiam, you’re all I need,” she moaned. It came out as a cry of pleasure, from a place no other man had ever touched.
Her eyes became misty as she felt his thrusts pleasuring those tight walls that caressed his steel.
“All this dick is yours, ma,” he said, pulling her all the way down on him.
The rain came down harder, but Kiam paid it no mind, he was caught up in the enjoyment of her muscle play. Faydrah was the only woman that could get him wrapped up in every emotion of sex and make him let go when he wanted to hold back.
He pressed his lips lightly against hers and probed into her mouth with his tongue. Faydrah shuddered to his every touch, he was the air she needed to breath and she inhaled him deeply.
She felt as if she had stepped outside of her body. Becoming overwhelmed by the love they shared, she broke down. Tears slid down her face as they both exploded.
“Kiam, I never want to lose you,” Faydrah cried.
“You won’t.” He held her tighter.
Wrapped in each other’s arms they both breathed heavily while the rain poured over them.
“What else you got for daddy?” he whispered into her ear.
Faydrah looked into his eyes. “I think I need you to make me touch my toes,” she purred.
Kiam was about that. “Stand up and grab the edge of the tub,” he directed.
Faydrah wasted no time getting into position. She braced herself while looking over her shoulder. He looked sexy coming up behind her stroking his dick as rain water rushed over his smooth chocolate skin.
He grabbed her ass and spread her round cheeks. Looking down at her flower opening up for him turned Kiam on. He wrapped his hand around his stiff muscle and guided it inside her wet, hot walls.
Faydrah held in her breath and bit down on her lip. With each deep stroke she tossed that ass back at him.
“All of this belongs to me,” he proclaimed, gripping her hips and forcing deep grunts to escape her lips.
“Yes Kiam,” she mumbled.
“Make this pussy suck my dick,” he growled.
Faydrah pushed back and rotated her hips and squeezed her muscles. “Like this?” She slow grind as he filled her up with every inch.
“Sssss. Just like that,” he said, enjoying her every move. “Put your foot up on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Open that pussy up for me.” He took control.
Faydrah gave him whatever he wanted.
Positioned perfectly, he made a few more power strokes and hit the spot that gave them both intense pleasure.
Faydrah’s moans became louder and her breathing increased as a soul rocking orgasm came over her. “Oh my god,” she cried out, gripping the edge of the tub.
“Oh shit,” he quaked. “Hold it right there, ma.”
Faydrah wanted to beg him to flood her until it ran down her thighs in rivulets, but she was out of breath and couldn’t speak.
Kiam sounded like he was howling at the moon when he released his hot cum inside of welcoming tightness. Faydrah cried out in ecstasy then babbled his name.
After they recuperated, Kiam pulled her up into his arms and kissed her deeply. “Your neighbors gonna be looking at you funny tomorrow,” he joked.
“So,” she said not caring. “If they ain’t having good sex and cumming then they should kill themselves.”
“Let’s go inside and dry off,” he chuckled.
“Only if you let me wet you up afterwards.”
“You know what I like.”
They stepped out of the Jacuzzi, still touching and kissing. Faydrah gathered up the towel and her underwear and they headed inside.
When Faydrah woke up the next morning with Kiam lying next to her, her heart fluttered. Kiam was her everything. Just having him near was all she needed to cope. But a cloud of uncertainty always followed the warm feeling he gave her; he was in that life and the reality that at any minute she could get a call telling her that he was gone was more real than the warm body lying next to her.
Faydrah sighed deeply and snuggled closer to him. She needed to become full with his presence to last her when he wasn’t there.
Chapter 18
Unfinished Business
The good loving Faydrah gave him did not keep Kiam from getting up and handling his business the next day. A man with huge ambitions couldn’t afford to lay up in pussy 24/7 regardless to how good it was or how he felt about the woman. The streets were his wife, everything else was a mistress.
After leaving Faydrah mumbling in her sleep and dreaming of a house full of little Kiams, he hit flip mode and took to the streets checking traps and making sure that his workers were on their grind.
Just when the sun was about to go down and most cats were thinking about what club or which female they were gonna hit that Saturday night, Kiam decided it was time for him to deal with a situation that had been heavily on his mind. He rode through and picked Czar up.
“Where we headed, fam?” Czar asked as they drove off from his house.
“To get some answers,” Kiam said.
Czar rubbed his hands up and down his legs as he settled in his seat. Kiam’s tone made him nervous.
They rode in silence from out Indian Hills with the sounds of the streets growing louder as they drove down Euclid Avenue, through EC, toward Lee Road.
“Where’s DeMarcus’s car lot?” asked Kiam, coming to a stop at the traffic light.
“Bust a left, it’s not too far down,” said Czar, feeling a bit more relaxed. It was gonna be fun watching Kiam confront DeMarcus. Man, I wish I had some popcorn. Czar smiled in anticipation of the drama.
An icy cold glance from Kiam wiped the grin off his face.
Kiam made the left and drove down Lee Road until Czar pointed out DeMarcus’s car lot. Kiam pulled into the lot and parked at the front door.
He saw that DeMarcus sold some real nice new and previously owned cars and trucks. It was near closing time so only a few customers were around. Perfect, Kiam thought as they got out the car and went inside.
An attractive mocha complexioned woman greeted them at the entrance. She was wearing a dark blue business suit with a skirt that stopped just above her thighs and showed off smooth, well-toned legs. She had a long, beautiful and expensive Asian-hair weave that flowed down to her generous ass. She wore small black, square-framed glasses that showcased an undercover freak type of look.
“May I help you gentlemen?” she asked, averting her eyes away from Czar’s.
“Is DeMarcus around?” he replied, looking at her with a hard gaze of unfriendly familiarity.
“No, but he’s on his way over from the other lot. Maybe one of our sales representatives can help you. Are you looking to buy an automobile?” This question was directed to Kiam, she knew that Czar already had a small fleet.
Kiam didn’t respond at first, he was busy looking around the office. There were two high-end seating areas with 60 inch flat screen televisions. There was also a coffee/cappuccino station with all the fixings and two small refrigerators with several name brand drinks and snacks, all free to accommodate the customers. On the walls were plaques and awards of excellence that the sales people had earned. This wasn’t any half-operation, from the looks of things the lot was doing well.
“How long before DeMarcus gets here?” he asked, ignoring the question that passed through her sexy red lips.
“DeMarcus should be here any moment. You can wait for him here in the lobby,” she said, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. “We’ll be closing in fifteen minutes but he should be back by then. Please enjoy some refreshments while you wait.” She extended her hand toward the snack area.
Kiam disregarded her hospitality. “Where’s DeMarcus office?” he asked Czar.
Czar pointed to a room on their left and Kiam walked in that direction. The female was dead on his heels.
“Oh no, you can’t go in there,” she protested and jumped in his way when he reached the office.
“Chill, ma, it’s all good. Just send him in to see me when he gets here.” Kiam swept her aside.
She looked back at Czar questioningly.
“Daphne, it’s cool, he’s DeMarcus’s people,” he explained.
Kiam walked in the office and closed the door. Looking around the plush, brightly colored room he began to take inventory. He stood looking at the photos on the wall; there was dozens of pictures of DeMarcus and different guys who had purchased vehicles.
Kiam slowly walked to the other side of the office with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes settled on a framed picture of Miss Charlene that sat on a shelf. He picked it up and stared at it; a small pain pinched his heart. He silently vowed to find and destroy the man responsible for her death.
He sat the picture back in its place and took a seat behind the mahogany desk.
Ten minutes later he heard DeMarcus’ voice outside the door; he was assuring Daphne that she was not in any trouble. When he came into the office and saw Kiam leaned back in the chair with his feet propped up on the desk, he frowned but quickly changed his expression.
“What’s up, nigga? I heard you were home, what took you so long to come holla at me?” He flashed a phony smile and closed the door.
Kiam’s expression was blank. “If you wanted me to holla, you would’ve let me know where to find you and I wouldn’t have had to come looking for you. But it’s all good,” he responded, taking his feet down and folding his hands on the desk.
“I see it is all good. You don’t look like you’re hurting for anything. But you know if you need something, I got you.” DeMarcus propped himself up on the edge of the desk.
“You ain’t got shit I need, but you do have something I’m demanding—just on general principle.” Kiam chuckled.
“Demand?” DeMarcus nervously fidgeted.
