“No, Basil … I don’t want you to go,” she admitted just before she let her arms fall, displaying her now erect nipples. Basil was lost in Moriah’s eyes as he let his hand gently cup her face. He leaned in and tenderly kissed her lips. Her full, juicy lips felt so soft to him. It felt so right … it felt so real. Basil’s tongue slipped into Moriah mouth, which sent a signal directly to her clitoris, making it begin to pulsate. Moriah squirmed as the euphoric feeling began to take over her body. The feeling was so strong and intense and overpowered any logic or willpower that she had. Almost on key, their tongues began to circle one another as Basil wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body. Moriah pulled away and whispered, “Hold on,” as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bed. She pushed him down, causing him to fall onto the king-size, cozy bed. She then walked to her door and Basil’s gaze was glued to her backside. Her slim waist and petite frame were candy for Basil’s eyes. He watched as her bubble-shaped ass slightly jiggled with each step. She reached up and pulled off her hair scarf, and her long dreadlocks fell onto her back. Basil looked at the gap in between her thighs and noticed her cleanly shaved lovebox hanging perfectly. Moriah locked the door and turned around and saw that Basil’s eyes were locked in on her. She slowly walked toward him and placed her finger on her lip, gesturing for him to keep quiet. Basil bit his bottom lip and nodded his head in agreement. He swiftly pulled his hoodie off and positioned himself in the middle of the bed, crawling backward. Moriah approached him and got onto the bed. She straddled him and admired him. She was on fire. Her body was craving him desperately and she felt the wetness underneath her. She was soaked and had never wanted a man so badly. Maybe it was his mind or maybe it was the fact that he had crept into her room without fear of her father. She couldn’t put her finger on it exactly. The only thing she knew was that she wanted him. She leaned down and they began to kiss passionately. Basil gripped her succulent butt cheeks and she began to grind against him and lightly moan, wanting so desperately to feel him inside of her. Basil began enthusiastically kissing Moriah’s neck while massaging her back. At that point, he was rock hard and ready to show her what he had, but Moriah had other plans. She aggressively pushed him back down onto his back. She then crawled up, lining her lovebox directly over Basil’s mouth, and all of a sudden she dropped down, putting all her weight on his face. She smashed her soaked, hot lovebox onto his mouth, which caused a loud slurping noise throughout the room. Basil hands automatically went to her cheeks and Moriah began to slowly ride his face as she rested her hands on the bed, directly in front of her. She moved her hips in slow, circular motions. She was moving like a snake as Basil showed off his mouth skills. He gently sucked her erect clitoris and flicked his tongue from the bottom to the top of it. He smacked her ass, encouraging her to keep going as he noticed her getting more and more into it with each second that passed. Moriah felt an orgasm approaching and her pace began to pick up. She began to grind against his mouth vigorously as she approached her peak. Basil couldn’t take it anymore and began to pull down his pants as Moriah did her thing on his face. He unleashed his curved beast and was standing at full attention. He then grabbed Moriah by the waist and sat her square on his tool, causing her to shriek in pleasure and pain. Moriah panted heavily as Basil’s width filled her up. That’s when she felt the difference that only his curved penis could provide. She was pleasantly surprised; she had never been with a curved man. She moaned and quickly put her hand on her mouth as she closed her eyes, feeling them beginning to roll to the back of her head. She slowly slid all the way down on his shaft and began to gently rock back and forth. Basil dug deeply inside of her as he snaked against her from the bottom. Her plump cheeks slammed down on his testicles as they grooved in unison. They were playing the “quiet game,” neither of them able to let out the moans and nasty talk that they both desired to release so desperately. There were having the best sex in history and they were equally blowing each other’s mind. Basil picked her up with authority, wanting to switch positions. Moriah bit her bottom lip as she got on all fours. She buried her face in the bed and then tilted her backside up for easier access and busted it wide open for a package only Basil could deliver. Basil slowly entered her from the back and rested his hands on the small of her back as he began to move in and out. Moriah gripped the sheets as she experienced pleasure and hurt simultaneously. As Basil made love to her, Moriah’s eyes again rolled to the back of her head out of pure bliss. She almost moaned out loud, but quickly buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sound. Basil looked down as he stroked and watched as the ripple effect went through her plump cheeks. He was totally engrossed in the woman in front of him. She looked back at him while he stroked her, and her look made him even firmer as he admired her effortless beauty. Sweat dripped from his face and dropped down onto her back as their flesh slapped against each other. Moriah reached underneath herself and placed her two fingers directly on her clitoris. She began to rub in circular motions as Basil continued to please her. The action heightened her senses, which brought her closer to a climax. Basil noticed that she was becoming even more soaked as she played with herself. His sack swung back and forth with each stroke, causing a smacking noise to fill the air. He slowed down, not wanting to make too much noise, knowing that Kane and his company were in the house. Basil pulled out of Moriah and laid flat on his back. Like clockwork, Moriah turned around and straddled him. She then grabbed his pole and guided him inside her leaking lovebox. She slowly began to gyrate her hips while sliding up and down on him. They were now looking into each other’s eyes and almost instantly they both smiled, knowing that they had found something special. They had a mental, spiritual, and physical connection that was simply explosive.
They made love until the morning light and whispered under the covers, laughing and enjoying themselves. Basil snuck out just before the sun rose. It was the beginning of a love that would shake both of their lives. They were connected souls and their secret love affair would be one for the history books.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Once the streets grab ahold of a person, it’s hard to shake loose.
—UNKNOWN
Basil watched as Vivian walked across from the television with nothing on but a small T-shirt. Her brown, heavy ass cheeks hung out of the bottom of the shirt as she strutted across the room like a championship stallion. He admired her well-oiled legs, hips, and cheeks. He instantly was ready for their sexual appointment. While walking, she began wrapping up her hair.
“So, I heard you was playing Superman to some chick at the club the other night.” Vivian said as she walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and placed bobby pins in her dark silky hair. She tried to pretend that she was unconcerned, but her jealousy was blatant.
“That’s what you heard, huh?” Basil answered, knowing exactly where she’d got her information. Boone talk like a damn female, Basil thought as he shook his head.
“Yeah. So, who is she?” Viv quizzed.
“Yo, you bugging. Bring yo’ ass over here, ma,” Basil said smoothly. He knew what she needed to get straightened out. Viv crossed her arms and made a pouting face. But she followed his orders and walked over to him and climbed into the bed. She was on all fours and slowly crawled over to Basil with her pouting lips.
“I know what you need. You asking me about things that are irrelevant. Your focus is on the wrong thing, ma. Your focus should be on this,” Basil said, exposing his thick tool under the covers. Almost instantly Viv attacked it as if she were a predator. She grabbed it with her right hand and covered the top with her salivating mouth. She began to circle her tongue around the top of his shaft while slowly stroking him. Basil threw his head back in complete pleasure and he placed his hand on the back of her head. She began to stuff him in her mouth and she swallowed him whole and moaned as she felt his tool touch her tonsils. She used her free hand to begin to massage his balls as the moans grew louder with each slurp. She worked her mout
h like a professional as she performed her magic on Basil. After getting him rock solid, she stopped sucking and popped his tool out of her mouth as if it were a lollipop. Her lips were glazed with her own saliva and it dripped from her mouth. She wiped her face and laid on her back and began to rub her clitoris with two fingers. Her body was on fire and she desperately wanted to feel Basil deep inside of her. Nobody could touch the back of her cave like Basil did and she needed to feel that unique massage that only his dick could provide. Basil knelt and looked down at Viv’s fat lips, which were now glazed. He saw her erect clitoris peeking out as she rubbed it with authority. She begged for him to enter her and began to move her hips seductively, slowly lifting her cheeks off of the bed with each motion. She then smacked her own vagina, creating a wet, slapping sound. She slapped it repeatedly, trying to entice Basil to dive in. His self-control was legendary and was driving Viv crazy. He just sat there and watched as she pleaded to him repeatedly while masturbating.
“Put it in, daddy. Please. I’m want to feel you,” Viv crooned, her eyes locked onto his. “Please.” Viv slid her fingers into herself and curved them upward so that she could stimulate her G-spot. She was in need of Basil badly. She needed to feel him and she did. Basil leaned into her warmth and commenced to giving her long, deep, and rock-solid strokes while gently kissing her neck. Basil was masterful and it drove Viv crazy.
Basil made her orgasm over and over. After a half hour, he ended it by releasing himself from her. Sweat dripped off of their bodies as the moonlight gave them a blueish hue, and they laid on the bed panting and their hearts racing. Their relationship was a different kind. Basil looked at Viv as something short-term, and a dependable piece on his chess board. She kept his money and provided great sex. At this point in his life, that was all he needed from a female. He didn’t understand the affect that great sex could have on a woman’s mental state. He was blowing her mind and making her fall deeply in love with him. The more they made love, the more she fell for him. Basil’s lack of life experience didn’t allow him to understand that most women’s hearts are attached directly to their clitoris and he was playing a deadly game. He was in the middle of that mind game but he was unaware of it. Little did he know he was feeding her addiction with every sexual rendezvous they had. Her drug of choice was him.
Although Basil enjoyed being with Viv, lately his mind always seemed to drift to Moriah. As the sun came up and Basil laid there in deep thought, he made a note to himself that he would no longer continue his sexual relationship with Viv. Straight business, he thought as he looked over and saw half of her oiled body hanging out of the white satin sheets. One of her plump, big, brown ass cheeks peeked out and it was attached to a thick thigh. He shook his head, knowing that he would miss the experience. However, he wanted to get focused and remove anything from his life that wouldn’t feed his mind, body, and soul equally. He was ready to become king and knew that this was the first step. He was searching for a queen, not a temporary stand-in. He decided not to tell Viv his plans, but to slowly wean her off of him so there wouldn’t be any conflict. He still wanted to keep a professional relationship with her as far as her being the caretaker of his money and the mule for his monthly shipments. He had been stashing his money and drugs over at her house for years so he hoped his new stance wouldn’t change their standing agreement. Only time would tell.
* * *
Fat Rat sat at the race track and watched the horses closely. He wore a casual jogging suit and a Dobbs hat with a red feather in it. He considered it his lucky hat and was hoping to the heavens that it did its job today. He had borrowed ten grand from Stevie D earlier that morning and took it straight to the track. He’d had a dream while unconscious from the beating by Landon’s goons and the number seven kept recurring in the dream. So when he saw that a horse named Seven Heaven was racing that day, he took it as a sign from the gambling gods. Fat Rat watched the horses that waited in the stables, on edge as he anticipated the gunshot to start the race. The smell of horse manure and popcorn filled his nostrils as he sat in the stands rubbing his hands together. It seemed like his mind was bombarded with thoughts before the race started. He began to think about everything that he’d lost due to gambling over the years. It was like he kept digging a hole that just got deeper and deeper. He always had this burning desire to get back even, so he could quit and not feel defeated by the game. However, that day never came. Little did he know, that day would never come … it was only an illusion. He reflected back on the times that gambling had forced him to do things that he thought he never would. The guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders as he reflected on the times in his life when his morals were compromised because of his strong addiction. He dropped his head and shook it, yearning to drop his gambling problem.
“Are you winning at least?” a voice said. Fat Rat looked up and there he was. Sharply dressed as always, in a designer suit and standing tall and firm. It was his best friend, Kane. Fat Rat instantly grew embarrassed as he clenched his teeth and the betting paper in his hands. Kane took a seat next to him and watched the race alongside his partner in crime.
Fat Rat began to hear the random hoots and hollers of the other gamblers in the audience as the race neared its end. The horses were on the home stretch and everyone rooted for their particular pick. Fat Rat locked in on his horse, which was in second place.
“Come on, you bastard,” Fat Rat yelled at the horse as he perked up and stared. “Come on, come on, come on,” he said in a low tone as he stood up. Although Fat Rat was in the stands and the horse was on the track, in his mind he was right there running with him. Fat Rat was in tune with the horse, praying to the gambling gods that the horse would pull through. As the horses neared the finish line, Fat Rat’s horse tapered off and finished third. Fat Rat instantly threw his betting slip down in anger and sat down in frustration.
“Listen, you got to let this shit go,” Kane said in a concerned voice. “It’s slowly making you a different person, man. I need my old partner back. We got some good shit going on. We have the streets again, just like old times.” Kane placed his hand on Fat Rat’s shoulder.
“I’m cool, man. I’m just having a bad streak, that’s all. You know how that shit goes,” Fat Rat said nonchalantly.
“Bro, you been having a bad streak for twenty years,” Kane said as he cracked a smile. It was almost as if the humor were contagious: his joke made Fat Rat smile and temporarily broke the tension. “Check this out. You are bigger than this. You are all I ever had. We are each other’s keeper,” Kane said as his eyes watered. Although a tear never fell, it was evident that his words were evoking a strong emotion from a deep place. He continued, “I need you to be strong and standing firm with me. You can beat this, man. Basil has to go away for a minute and I need you to step up.”
Fat Rat sensed the sincerity in Kane’s words and in his eyes. He knew that his friend truly cared about him and needed him to quit. Fat Rat had never seen Kane that vulnerable.
“I’m going to quit this shit, man. I’m done for real. I’m ready to take over like we did before you got locked up. I just kind of lost my way while you were away,” Fat Rat admitted.
“That’s what I want to hear. I’m going to be with you every step of the way,” Kane said.
“Thank, Kane. I love you, man.”
“I love you too.” Kane stood and buttoned his blazer. “Now, let’s get out of here. These seats gon’ fuck up my five-thousand-dollar suit,” he said. They shared a chuckle and Fat Rat stood. Kane put his arm around his best friend and they walked out and back to business. Fat Rat vowed to himself that he would never gamble again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Power wasn’t what you did in the time of adversity … sometimes it’s what you didn’t do during that time.
—UNKNOWN
“That movie was amazing,” Moriah said as she looped her arm inside of Basil’s. Her heart felt warm as she walked next to the man who had been keeping her happy for the past six m
onths. They were inseparable and they managed to spend every free second they had with each another. They were in the Irish district after enjoying a Saturday night movie, outside the city limits of Flint to avoid anyone who might see them and report back to Kane. It was just after one and the streets were almost empty. They stuck out like sore thumbs in the mainly Irish community, but they didn’t care. They were in love and in their own world. They strolled out of the theater and onto the street while holding hands, discussing the powerful film that they had just witnessed.
“Yeah, I agree. Systematic oppression stemmed from those times,” Basil said, referring to the film Birth of a Nation.
“Absolutely. Just to think that our people had to endure that for four hundred years. Just to think, in the grand scheme of things, we haven’t been free that long,” Moriah said as they strolled along. The street was well lit and the warm summer night was just right.
“True. True … the narrative has to change with this country as a whole to—” Basil said before stopping, feeling his phone buzzing on his hip. He reached down and pulled his phone out and saw that it was Lil Noah calling. He whispered to Moriah, “Excuse me,” and picked up the call.
“Yo,” he said as he placed the phone to his ear. He listened attentively as he got an update from his head soldier. A few seconds passed and Basil released a slight grin. “Good, good. I’ll put in an order for a re-up. Great work, youngster. I’ll be by the spot later tonight,” he said with authority as he ended the call and focused back on Moriah. She was staring at him, smiling.
“What?” he asked as he noticed her childlike smile.
“I love the way you can talk about social issues and thought-provoking subjects and then talk street talk effortlessly. A real gangster and a gentlemen,” she said, impressed.
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