“Stand up,” she ordered.
Happy to oblige, Trick stood to his feet and watched as Mena attempted to grab his wide ass with both of her hands so that he could fuck her face and show off her deep throat skills. Mena’s gag-reflexes were sick, which allowed her to take in all ten inches with no problem. Feeling like he was about to bust, Trick backed up before pulling Mena to her feet. With his size, man handling her 5’8 frame was easy.
“Assume the fuckin’ position,” he said, stroking his dick.
Knowing exactly what that meant, Mena walked over to the dining room table, lifted up her t-shirt then spread her legs for easy access. Doggy style was both of their favorite positions, especially Mena who loved being able to feel every inch of Trick’s meat going deep inside her. Not to mention, he was able to reach her spot much easier.
“Yes, baby fuck this pussy,” Mena moaned as Trick began to stroke her with a steady rhythm. “Oh, Daddy, I love this dick.”
With his ego being stroked, Trick began to dive even deeper into her walls. He really wanted to punish her for all the stress she’d been putting him through lately. However, the harder he pumped, the more he saw her ass bounce up and down, which made him even hornier. Nobody’s ass could clap the way Mena’s did.
“Oh, shit I’m about to cum,” Trick squirmed.
Never missing a chance herself to put it down, Mena hopped up and turned around so she could lick and suck up all her man’s juices. Unleashing all of his frustration and energy, Trick blasted every drop that his cannon could produce into Mena’s throat. The feeling was unexplainable as she used her jaws to try and pull out even more.
Damn…it’s too bad this bitch is always stressing me. She really would be a good broad to keep around, Trick thought right before he made his way to the bedroom and passed out.
Money Maker…In Stores Now
WEALTHY & WICKED
BY: CHRIS RENEE
Prologue
My eyes opened wide to the sight of the white ceiling. The bright lights caused a temporary fog as I tried to shake away the numbing pain that exploded in my brain.
“Well, it looks like my patient is awake,” the voice said from the other side of the room. I tried to turn my head towards it but I had no strength left in my body.
“What do you mean patient? Where am I?” I couldn’t remember much of anything before this moment. I tried my hardest to figure out how she had gotten me in this position.
“You’re my patient. And in very good hands.” She walked towards me with a long needle in her hand and a sinister smile on her face. I panicked!
“I swear, if you don’t let me up from here.”
“If I don’t let you up, then what?”
“Then, I’ll…”
“You won’t be doing a damn thing, sweetie. I’m running this show.” She laughed at my futile attempt to untie myself.
“This shit isn’t funny.” I continued to tug at the burlap ropes that had my arms confined to the bottom of the heating pipes.
“This isn’t supposed to be funny. Well, maybe it is for me, but I’m sure you won’t find any humor in this at all.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because bitches like you deserve to lose every now and then. Now, open those legs up wide so I can take what belongs to me.”
My heart rate accelerated as the liquid in the needle shot through my arm. I wanted to fight but whatever she pumped my veins with had rendered me paralyzed. “Please, stop! I don’t have anything of yours. I swear it’s not what you think. Please, just let me explain.” Tears flew from the corners of my eyes as she continued to laugh at me. I had to admit, I had done some pretty foul things in my life but I couldn’t think of any that would make someone want to do me in like this.
“I’m over wanting to hear an explanation from you. At the end of the day, you did what you did and now you must pay.” Her voice took on a stern mother’s tone.
“Don’t do this, please. I’m begging you! I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.” My pleas fell on deaf ears as she started to hum a nursery song. One I’d never heard…it seemed more sadistic than anything.
“For reasons unknown to me, you keep landing on top,” she spat. “So, it’s only natural that I take matters into my own hands,” she whispered in my ear as I began to lose consciousness. “That’s right, Tracey, take a deep breath. You never deserved to carry this precious gift, not someone as trifling as you.”
Quickly, she started the tedious process of taking what she thought should’ve been hers in the first place. All I could do was cry and hope like hell that someone would save me. As the cramps rapidly shot through my stomach, I realized that she had come to take my baby.
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