Bonnie & Shine: An Epic Love Tale

by Nicety

  Shine relaxed and allowed his back to hit the bed. He lifted me up bringing me to my hands and knees over him, dangling my breasts over his mouth as he sucked them and unbuckled his pants at the same time. I did the same, eager to get that bulge inside of me. I rolled off of him for a second, wiggling out of my jeans and panties. He mounted me, pushing my body down on the bed, running his tongue up and down my soul. It was so tantalizing and sensual that I could feel the essence of it dancing out of my entrance.

  His lips kissed a pathway down to my clitoris, teasing it as he kissed a circle pattern around it. I feverishly panted and patiently waited for what was coming. I hadn’t had a man to breathe on my pussy in months. It almost felt like I was a virgin again. My pulse raced and my body trembled, when he finally opened his lips and started sucking on my pearl. Immediately, I began shaking and moaning insatiably. Shine spread my legs far apart, holding my legs as wide as they would go. For me, that was in an upside down split stance from my years of athleticism. No matter how much I moved and wiggled, he had my legs on lock; I was simply unable to move.

  I could feel myself burst into his mouth and he slurped up every drop of it. My hips moved in a spiraled motion, fucking his mouth back with his movements. He moaned pushing his tongue into my opening. I was stuck in sex face as he sucked me dry. My mouth watered for the chance to taste him as my knees became weak. I pushed his head up from his meal, reading the annoyance on his face but I knew how to get rid of that. I sat up eagerly grabbing and stroking him lengthwise, removing his hand from the girth of his piece. He batted my hand away just as I was about to put my mouth on it.

  "Naw, there will be plenty of time for that shit later," He panted, forcing me down on my back.

  He wouldn't even allow me to do something that I craved like I did sugar, which was to suck him off. Shine mounted me, sliding over my body moving his body like a snake slithering on top of me. Our skin melted, mixing with each other's passion for one another. He tickled me slightly, running his fingertips up and down my body as he maneuvered his hips across my opening. I could feel the pressure of Shine's dick, pressing to get inside of me and once it succeeded it was like heaven.

  Shine wrapped his arms around my body, shoving his hands underneath my ass cheeks, squeezing them sensually. His head lay against my chest as he continued to pump into me deeper and deeper. The wetness of his tongue on my nipples triggered every nerve in my body, sending waves of erotica right to the tip of my clit. The throbbing became so intense that all of my cum, shot out all over him, prompting him to dig deeper inside. I screamed my pleasure, while he filled my mouth with his tongue. One of his hands reached up, pulling my hair gently as he brought his mouth over to my ear.

  "This pussy feels so damn good, baby." He whispered as I dug my fingernails into his muscles.

  "Print your name of this shit, daddy." I snarled loving every minute of the pleasure and pain he was inflicting on me.

  His pumps became wilder and more uniformed. I knew he was ready to bust his nut. It was then that I realized in the heat of the moment, we had forgotten any protection. We were so intertwined with our passion and lust that we couldn't see past what we wanted or what our bodies desired. Hell, I don’t know anything about him. He could've had a million and one bitches, going in them each raw, and I wouldn't care. My body needed this. It needed to be treated like the sexy beast I was. Besides, I felt like I had known him in a previous life. Our souls had become unified over the past few weeks. He was mine, it felt damn great, and I didn't give a fuck who didn't like it. It felt almost as great as his dick did, as it busted his shot all up inside of me. He rammed it in me so hard that my nails scratched the shit out of his back. It felt like paradise.

  "I wanna do bad things with you," I breathed into his ear as my warm creamy cum coated his shaft from head to base.

  Eight

  Later that same day, 8pm

  Mouthpiece

  Shine

  Bonnie was everything. We stayed in bed all day fucking and smoking, like newlyweds in heat. Her pussy was identical to magic, mesmerizing me with every penetration I made. I could lie next to shorty forever, drowning my heart in her love all day. Words were never spoken, but the bond we were experiencing was like nothing I had felt before. She made me feel like I could do anything, like I could take on the world. And, as we lay and talked, it seemed like we would do just that.

  “So, when are we gonna get up and go get these bangers you were talking about?” Bonnie questioned meekly as she handed me back the blunt.

  “We? There’s no I in we, baby girl,” I laughed, damn near choking on the smoke I inhaled.

  “There you go again, treating me like I’m fragile. I’m not afraid, Shine. I want to go with you.”

  “Look at the big bad college professor trying to act hard.” I smiled looking down at her dismay. “Okay woman. If you think you can handle the mean streets of Chicago, then let’s roll.”

  That made her day. I could tell from the grin perched upon her face. We jumped in the shower for an hour. It was hot as hell. Afterwards, we got dressed. She laced up her boots over her tight ass jeans and I laced up mine over my baggy ones. The winter was brutal outside, which made us yearn for summer to come even more. Once she slipped on her leather jacket, I knew she was ready to go. It was odd to me why Bonnie wanted to go with me, but I knew the more I protested the more she would only beg to go.

  We drove for about twenty minutes, bending the corners like we were on a racetrack. But once I turned the corner of 63rd and Normal, it was like stepping into a whole new territory. She looked around at all the niggas standing outside in the cold, while struggling to keep her composure. It was no secret why they were out there, and we were right in the middle of it. I reached over grabbing her hand, interlocking my fingers with hers, to assure her that I would die before I let anything bad happen to her. Bonnie slowed her breathing as we came to a slow halt in front of one of the identical row houses on the block.

  “You ready?” I inquired in a low tone.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Bonnie replied nervously.

  “Look, you can stay in the car, baby. Ain’t none of these niggas gonna do shit to you out here. These my people.”

  “No. No, wherever you go, I go.” She turned to me staring me deeply in my eyes.

  “Alright then. When we get up in here, let me do all the talking. You just sit back and look pretty.” My lips quickly kissed her cheek before she had a chance to rebut. “Let’s go.”

  We exited the car and walked straight up to the niggas on the porch. They were standing around waiting on their next hand out from a clucker. But if I knew nothing else, I knew all of them niggas were strapped eager to pump some hollow points into a fool’s skull at any given moment. I grabbed Bonnie’s hand and escorted her right past them, never uttering a word. They knew who I was. I didn’t have to announce shit to them. They were low-level scum who didn’t give a shit about anything, not even life itself. A big Incredible Hulk looking dark skinned dude halted us once we made it through the living room door though.

  “I’m here to see Bronx.” I snarled, sending the signal to this overgrown sized dude that he was striking no fear in my heart.

  “And who might you be?” The bald amazon’s voice was a deeper guttural pitch.

  “It’s okay, Kush. Let them pass,” Bronx ordered from behind.

  As soon as Kush’s big ass stepped aside it was like an eclipse had been lifted. The large living room only adorned two couches in the corners of the room and if it weren’t for the dim orange light shining down from the ceiling, I wouldn’t have been able to see shit. There was a gigantic floor model stereo sitting in the other corner playing some bunk ass rap music softly. I led Bonnie over towards the couch where Bronx was sitting as five dudes came out of a back room and lined up against the wall to observe. My attention quickly turned to the kitchen, where there was a few females pretending to cook food when they was actually in there cooking dope. I made a
note of everyone who was around, just in case some shit popped off.

  Bronx was a kat that I had met a few years ago after one of my stings. He was a short dude standing at 5 feet, weighing no more than a buck o’ five. His skin was light and he was originally from St. Louis, Missouri, speaking with an odd country accent. If it weren’t for him I would have been locked up that night I stole $40,000 from the Cook County Commissioner’s private home. He had no business hoarding that money anyway. He was a corrupt bitch who stole money from the citizens who needed him, who believed in him. He would talk about building parks and making neighborhoods safer, while he went home to luxury in Hyde Park and counted every penny he saved from not making good on those promises. He didn’t deserve that money. So I fucking snatched it. Bronx happened to have been in the alley fucking a dude up over his money that night. When I ran into him, he didn’t speak. He simply nodded his head for me to get in his car after hearing the sirens in the distance. I didn’t even have to break him any bread either. I just had to bring him some customers. One hand shook the other.

  “Ah, my feelings are hurt brother. I haven’t seen you in quite some time,” he jested rising from the couch to shake up with me.

  “I know right. Man, I’ve been in some shit,” I breathed, shaking my head simultaneously.

  “And you felt you couldn’t come to me?” He playfully jabbed my shoulder.

  “Shit, I had to figure out a way to get here.” I lied.

  I didn’t like going to see him. Bronx was one of those people who felt like if he washed someone’s back they had better wash his, or else there would be consequences. Sure, I knew he could help me with no problem, but I would need to do something for him that I didn’t want to. He wasn’t just any kind of drug dealer. He had shops set up from coast to coast, all with high-end levels of security watching over them. He paid off cops and politicians and even worked with most of them to grow his business. The world was in the palm of his hand. Yet, he laid low in shabby ass projects like these and put everything he owned in his mom and baby mom’s name. The only two women he ever trusted. He always propositioned me to work for him, siting he could use a man of my expertise. But the type of jobs he would have me do would undoubtedly have me signing my own death certificate.

  “Well, now you’re here. So let’s talk. Should we speak in private?” He spoke so proper, showing off the fact that he was one of very few thugs he knew that had a bare minimum high school diploma.

  “Naw, we can talk right here.” I squeezed Bonnie’s hand gently, letting her know that I wasn’t going to leave her alone in here. “I need to get in touch with a few motherfuckas. I need to send them a token of my appreciation.”

  “Is that right?” Bronx sucked his teeth. “Well, in that case, follow me.”

  We followed him down the dark hallway into what seemed like an empty bedroom. But when he hit the light switch and tapped a code on his phone, the floorboards began to rotate around. Eight large mechanical rectangle boards in all turned and they held some pretty heavy artillery. Bright blue lights shined down on the pieces, heightening my adrenaline as I walked towards them. They were cool to the touch.

  "Is this the kind of appreciation you're talking about?" He winked and smiled, stuffing his phone back down in his pocket.

  "Hell yeah." Bonnie bounced her lovely body as we checked her out.

  "Alright, cool. These will work. I also need another favor, though." I clapped my hands rubbing them together greedily.

  "What you need, bro?"

  "Okay, so I need six of these and I also need your expertise in tracking down the assholes that killed my daughter." I pointed, turning my attention back towards Bronx.

  "Damn you had a kid? Hmm. Well, I can get a man right on it. But it'll cost you."

  "How much?" I tried not to sigh too much or loudly.

  "Twelve."

  "Oh twelve hundred? That's it? Damn we got that. Aye baby, pay the man." My hand tapped Bonnie's to get her to whip the cash out quick.

  "Naw, fool. Twelve large." Bronx grinned sinisterly.

  Steam blew from my lips. "Com' on Bronx. You know I don't have that kind of dough."

  "Well, what you got?" He asked, staring down in between Bonnie's thick thighs.

  "You don't need to be thinking about this pussy, sweetie. 'Cause it's not happening. Now what you could do is quit paper chasing your friend here, and give him a deal on this demonstration." The words flew from Bonnie's lips like she was a straight G off the street. I was extremely impressed.

  "Excuse me? Do you know who you're talking to?" Bronx's confusion raised one of his eyebrows.

  "You heard me. Quit trying to beat him out and cut him some slack. He's been loyal and doesn't mean any disrespect." Bonnie wet her lips before crossing her arms. "So what's it going to be?"

  "You know, nobody has ever gotten out of pocket with me like that. Let alone a woman." Bronx cut his eyes from her to me suspiciously. "But you're damn lucky that I like you're enthusiasm. This is your girl, huh Shine?"

  "Got my back every time." I pulled her closer behind me as she rubbed my back.

  "Alright. Best I can do for you is ten. But that's my final offer. That includes the tracking. It don't get no better than that, bro." Bronx winked folding his hands in front of him.

  "Damn, Bronx. I still ain't got that shit," I huffed, becoming a bit annoyed.

  "Hey, I'm a businessman. There's always a way to work something out." I swear the fool's horns were showing, along with his joker grin. "Give me what you got. There's a jerk in the living room named Vega. Holla at him. He can track down whomever you need. But while you're getting your justice, I need for you to get a little justice of my own."

  "What's that?" Bonnie inquired.

  "Oh no, pretty face. You'll get that info when you're done with your dirt."

  "And if we refuse?" She countered.

  "Then you'll owe me twenty grand. Cash." The look on his face could've made a grown man cower and cry.

  "Done," I spoke before Bonnie got ahead of herself as I turned to her. "Give him the money you got."

  "This is two grand. I can bring you another five in the morning when the bank opens." Bonnie handed him the cash, while he pointed for her to drop it in a bucket behind her full of dough.

  "No need beautiful. Bring it to me when you're down dealing your work. As I said, I'm a businessman. I don't anticipate either of you fucking me over." He smiled.

  His uncanny expression made feel like I had just sold my soul to the damn devil. For years, I had avoided getting mixed up with him. But being that I was desperate and he was the only one who could help me, I had no choice. I was in my feelings about Bonnie’s sudden cockiness back during the deal and tried to shake it off as much as possible. She got underneath my skin with that one. Especially after I thought I had told her to relax and watch me work. We walked back to the living room, Bronx leading the way. He pointed to his man leaning up against the wall, rapping with the guy next to him. When he got the finger, he rushed over like a slave to his master.

  "Yeah, Bronx." Vegas stuttered.

  "Go with them. Take your laptop," Bronx ordered without laying an eye on him. "Don't come back ‘til you've done all that they've asked."

  "Yes, boss," Vegas replied, walking over to the stereo grabbing his laptop and power cord off of it, before turning to us. "I'm driving my own shit though. I'll trail you."

  Nine

  15 Minutes Later Back At The Motel

  Nightmares

  Bonnie

  Shine seemed to feel a bit agitated and all out of sorts when we got back to the room a few minutes ago. He just sat in the hotel chair over by the window, in our room, staring out the window. Vegas worked diligently and tirelessly sitting on the carpet in the corner of the room, trying to get all of the cops that had wronged Shine down on a list. I looked over at him then back at Shine, leaning my body up against the back of his head. I was expecting him to oblige me by digging his head into my stomach. Inst
ead, he was frozen stiff unwilling to budge and almost pretending that I was not even there.

  “Baby, are you alright?” I got up to rub his head, hoping to get some sort of pleasant response. “Please, talk to me. If I did something wrong, just say so. I don’t like the silent treatment. I’ve gone too long going through that type of shit.”

  After several attempts to get him to talk, I gave up. I could see it was no use. I gathered a pair of dark red booty shorts with a matching tank from my suitcase and headed into the bathroom. I turned the radio on my phone and sat it down on the sink. Some old school sounds about a “Sweet Thang," echoed throughout the walls. As I ran my bath water, I allowed the sounds of running water to soothe me. I didn’t even let the tub fill halfway, before I got in. The steaming hot water appeased my muscles and relaxed me completely. I leaned back allowing the back of my head to rest on the top of the tub. The steam gently bumped my heavy eyes as my body swayed underneath the water.

  Karma is a sho nuff a bitch, yes indeed. But why that heffa was all on my back, I will never know. My thoughts ran rampant, as Shine’s coldness plagued me. I began slipping into euphoria, as I attempted to calm my nerves and relax my mind. Turning the water off with my toes and allowing the music to bellow from the radio softly into my ears, I felt myself drifting away into dreamland.

  ** “Can I get you anything else ma’am?” the young service attendant asked as he hands me a monster sized Blue Hawaiian Daiquiri.

  “No, this is just fine for now.” I then hand the young man a sizeable tip. I realized I had been sitting out here on this beautiful sandy beach in the Dominican Republic at one of the finest resorts, Punta Cana; alone. Major got an “important” call over an hour ago and I had not seen nor heard a peep out of him. It was just like that husband of mine, to place business always before pleasure and most of all, before me. But, I had gotten used to it, learned to enjoy my own company.