Her tongue left a wet path around the hairless base of his erection. She felt the heat of his dick against her cheek warming the side of her face. With her eyes closed, she gently licked upward, pressing her tongue flat against his map of veins. While on her knees, her nipples swayed against his upper thigh.
Trevon was propped up on his elbows, chest heaving as her tongue caressed the underside of his manhood. When her lips reached the tip, she swirled her tongue in his gel of precum, giving him the pleasure he so badly wanted.
“Oooohhh shit!” His head dropped back to the pillow. Her warm mouth sent a stream of tingles from his balls to his toes. She took the blunt head of his tool to the back of her mouth. He raised his head just as she tightened her lips around his dick. She consciously lifted her head, unhurried, causing her lips to stretch from her face. The sight and sensation curled his toes. The instant she reached his tip, she went back down then lifted her mouth again, stretching her lips.
Tahkiyah kept both hands at work. His taste was new and delicious. Up and down, she slobbered on his dick, turning and shaking her head.
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.” She lost herself for a minute by sucking hard and fast. Pulling back in control, she took his balls inside her mouth, sucking them gently.
“Shit!” Trevon’s ass sprung up off the bed.
She released his balls. “You enjoy that?” she whispered with her hands still working his saliva coated dick.
He nodded, struggling to catch his breath. “You got skills, baby.”
“You ready for some of my knockout?” she asked, stroking his dick.
Trevon didn’t answer right away. Her hand job was just as good as her head. “Just tell me how you want it,” he said, sitting up.
When she released his dick, it flopped hard against his stomach. “I don’t want to have sex with you.” She smiled, walking her fingernails up the length of his dick. “Nor do I want to make love to you.”
“Mmm, so I guess that leaves one thing.” He reached out and cupped her left breast, running his thumb around her areola without touching her nipple.
“Do you still wish to bet against your endurance inside me?”
“I don’t back down from nothing.” He slid off the bed and picked up a condom.
“May I do the honors, please?” She crawled in his direction, licking her lips.
Trevon handed her the condom as his gaze fell on her ass and the two sexy dimples above it. As he stood, she slid him back inside her wet mouth and started sucking. Her titties jiggled back and forth just like her head. Trevon rode the high waves of the continuous ecstasy of being inside her mouth. When she started wiggling her ass, he couldn’t stop his urge to spank her. Each time his palm warmed that tight soft bun, she would whimper and moan around his dick. He punished both of her cheeks as her slurps grew loud between his legs.
Tahkiyah stayed up on all fours, sucking longingly with her soft lips. She balled the sheets up in her hands when his fingers slid up and down the moist cleft of her ass. Her pussy was throbbing, and it seemed to gush an ounce of juices when Trevon inserted two fingers between her thin-lipped sugar walls. If Trevon hadn’t learned by now, Tahkiyah was clearly showing off her cunning skills of fellatio. In truth, it was a strong fetish that she couldn’t go without.
Trevon pushed his two fingers deeper in her hole, stirring them in a quick circle. Her gushy sex popped and snapped around his digits.
“Fuck!” she moaned with spit all around her lips. She slipped him back inside her mouth, rolling her pussy against his hand.
Trevon knew he couldn’t last another minute in her wet mouth. When he pulled out of her jaws, she tried to pull him back. They both took a second to settle down.
“You taste too good.” She smiled with her pretty titties dangling.
It took all the self-control she had to keep her lips off his dick as she rolled the condom down his enlarged stick.
“Stand up on the bed,” he instructed her.
Tahkiyah shivered at the amount of moisture smeared between her thighs. Fingering her long hair over her shoulders, she rose to her feet. Trevon slid his hand down the sides of her svelte frame.
“Put your arms around my neck. I don’t need no bed to beat that pussy up.”
She did as he asked, gasping when he smoothly picked her up, slipping his strong arms up under her legs.
“Awww fuck!” She threw her head back, suspended against him as his slab pushed up between her syrupy pussy lips. “This dick! Oooohhh fuck! This dick! Yesss.”
Trevon palmed the bottom of her ass, and then he broke her walls down. He went hard, bouncing her up and down his span, digging deep and fast. Her titties wobbled in circles as he fucked her on his feet. With her arms locked around his neck she moaned in his ear, bouncing and whirling herself against his dick. Their wet bodies slapped together in a steady tempo.
“Ooohhh fuck! Oooo God! Trevon, please!” she cried as his dick kept punching up inside her frame. “Mmmm . . . fuck me! Ooohhhh fuck. Mmmm.”
“My pussy now!” he moaned as her titties shook against his chest. “Dis pussy good! Mmmm!”
Up and down, she slid along his dick with sweat forming all over her body. She had lost the bet three minutes ago, but she was oblivious to it. He carried her to the sofa, fucking her pussy every step of the way. She sucked hard on his neck as her soft ass bounced against him. He lowered her on the wide, soft arm of the sofa without pulling out.
With her feet on his shoulders, she cried out his name. Trevon palmed her tits while mashing her out. He long-dicked her gushy hole, bouncing his balls off the back of her ass. She couldn’t stop moaning. Her pussy clung to him, smacking and sucking. She reached down to grip her own ass as his dick kept plowing between her legs. With his powerful constant strokes, her glasses finally came off.
He left her speechless with his moves. Before she could utter his name, she was face down and ass up on the sofa. She couldn’t toss her ass back hard enough. Her first dick-induced orgasm popped inside her about twenty minutes inside their session. He was drilling her on the floor with her calves pushed back, corkscrewing his hips until she creamed all over his stick.
When they finally made it back to the bed, she drew her knees up beside his hips and bounced on his dick with her mind in a trance. Time meant nothing to her as she begged him to fuck her. Ecstasy. Pure, raw ecstasy filled her body as Trevon banged smoothly at her bushy center. Her fear was gone. It was now replaced with a hunger, and thirst, and a yearning. She later stared up at the man fucking her lights out. This was not a part of her plan. Releasing her grip off her chrome 9-millimeter under the pillow, she used that same hand to kill Trevon with pleasure. She gently cupped his balls and held him in her hands until he could give her no more.
***
Tahkiyah refused to let Trevon leave. After his first nut, she waited with her hazel eyes on the clock for him to rise again. Their explicit marathon of sex continued without pause. Tahkiyah took Trevon inside her again after licking him to his fullness. Her heels bounced off his bare ass as he groaned above her. She met his hard thrusts by jerking her pussy up against him. Biting his shoulder, she gripped the back of his arms and then she fucked him back. Their bodies slapped together loud and repeatedly. His dick drilled in and out of her gushy sex. Rubbing his black skin, she looked down at the flesh that filled her.
“Ohhh fuck! Trevon! Baby, yess!” She rolled her hips, wanting all of him inside her.
Trevon pumped her steadily. On looks alone, Tahkiyah was by far the finest woman he had fucked. Her pretty face was coated with a gleam of sweat beneath him.
With no emotions, he kept throwing himself in and out of her sweet pussy. They mated like animals all over the bed. Never in Tahkiyah’s life had a man made her feel irresistible. Chanting his name, she shuddered around his dick and reached a climax that snatched her breath away. Floating in a blissful moment, she tickled his balls when he later groaned in her ear. Her nude body was wet with sweat. They lay
together entwined, leaving the room scented with lust and sex.
“You were marvelous,” Tahkiyah whispered breathlessly. “What time is it?”
Trevon reached blindly for his smartphone on the night table. “Um, fifteen minutes past seven.”
She sat up, sliding her fingers through her hair. “Well, I lost the bet.” She smiled at him. “And it was sooo good to lose. How long did we do it?”
“Shit, don’t ask me.” He shrugged, sliding his hand back and forth across her hip. “But I know one thing. It was longer than five minutes.”
“So um, are you in a relationship?” she asked, rubbing his chest.
“Nope. I’m single and free.”
“Really? Yes, I want the truth.”
“Ain’t gotta lie to you about nothing. So let’s get that straight. You’re the one that came at me with all that game.”
“It wasn’t game.” She pouted.
“Okay, so tell me how you ended up at my crib? I know now that you didn’t plan on moving into the spot across the street.”
Tahkiyah wasn’t ready to tell him the truth. She couldn’t make her next move until one or two things happened:
She could find LaToria.
Find out more about Trevon and his link to LaToria.
“Does it really matter? Hell, I don’t think you’re being honest with me. What’s up with you and that woman back at your place?” she asked, purposely putting Trevon on the spot.
“Who, Jurnee?”
Tahkiyah nodded. “I saw the way she was looking at you that day. You’re fucking her and I know it.”
“Whoa.” Trevon sat up. “What does it matter to you? Seriously, I don’t know you. You don’t know me . . .”
“I apologize, baby,” she said. “I guess I just lost my mind. What you did to me was so good. I’m sorry. I had no right to question you like I did. Can you forgive me?”
Man. I hope this chick ain’t on no bipolar shit. Pussy was good. But it might be time for my ass to bounce. “It’s all good,” Trevon replied with an easy smile.
“Can we exchange numbers?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “You know where I live, so what difference does it make?”
“Are you leaving?”
“I have to get home to feed my dog.” Trevon stood and then he picked up his clothes.
“Wait.” Tahkiyah crawled toward him. “Before you leave. Can I have you in my mouth again?”
They grew quiet for a second.
“When are you going back home?”
“Soon,” she replied, kissing his stomach. A second later, she took him back inside her mouth.
With her body refreshed and cleaned, she slid up under the new clean sheets. The room service had changed the sheets and left a single long stem rose on the pillow. Tahkiyah was giddy when she realized the romantic gesture was from Trevon. Inside the small card was written:
You’re the best I ever had
She smiled, feeling no regret for fucking him. For tonight, she would sleep well and happy. I should send him a text. Or a picture of my pussy. She reached for her phone just as her laptop pinged, signaling she had an e-mail. Reluctantly she got out of the bed.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Trevon
Date: 2/9/12 7:55pm
Sorry for my delay. His name is Trevon Harrison no known aka. DOB 7/25/79. He has a criminal record and is currently on probation. Did 15 years for 1st degree murder. I dug deep and I found something that’s best for you to see for yourself. I found his connection to LaToria.
See Attachment file
The rose fell to the floor. Murder . . . I slept with a convicted murderer! Tahkiyah read the e-mail twice. This can’t be true. And what’s this connection with LaToria? Sitting at the foot of the bed, she moved the cursor over the open icon to view the attachment file. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the file to open.
“What the hell?” Tahkiyah murmured when an opening credit scene for an adult film filled the screen. She quickly assumed that it was a sick joke. Her mind went numb five seconds later when Trevon’s face popped up on the screen. In a minute’s span, her world was turned upside down by the sight of Trevon and LaToria aka Kandi. She exploded off the bed, losing the contents from her stomach before she reached the bathroom.
CHAPTER
Twenty-Nine
This Can’t Be True!
Trevon didn’t think of Jurnee until a little after 8 pm. Sitting on the edge of his bed with Rex lying at this feet, he placed a call to Ariana.
“Hey Trevon!” she answered after the first ring. “What’s going on?”
“Nuthin’ much. Ain’t wake you up, did I? I know you got a bedtime since it’s a school night,” he said with a grin.
“Nah, you’re good. But it’s close to me turning in.” She laughed.
“Um, you seen Jurnee?”
“Not since she left for Janelle’s party last night.”
“Hmm. I just tried her number right before I called you.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong, I hope.”
“. . . I’ma call her again and leave a message this time.”
“When did you see her last?”
“This mornin’. She said she was gonna swing by to see you after she did whatever she had to do.”
“I’m worried.”
“Chill with the negative thoughts,” he said, trying to quell his own uneasiness as well as hers. “She know damn near everybody in Miami, so ain’t no telling where she at. Well, lemme get off this phone, and when I reach Jurnee, I’ll make sure she calls you. So don’t be stressin’ yourself out over nothing, ai’ight.”
“Okay. But promise to have her call me. No matter what time it is. I’ll leave my ringer on.”
“Ai’ight, and you do the same if you see or hear from her before I do.”
“I will. Bye and good night.”
“Ai’ight, take care.”
Trevon tried Jurnee’s number again. Just as the first ring sounded, the door chimed. Rex, as always, sprung to his feet and shot out for the front door barking. Trevon was right behind Rex with his iPhone ringing in his ear. I know it ain’t Jurnee ‘cause she got a key and the code to get in, he thought as Rex went crazy at the door. Trevon’s heart dropped in his stomach when he saw the red and blue light flashing through a gap in the curtains. He ended the call when Jurnee’s voicemail kicked in. What the fuck the police doing here? Trevon was slow to answer the door. A fear of going back to prison had him stressing like hell. Rex kept barking and looking back at him. The doorbell rang again. Trevon felt like his feet were mired in thick brown mud as he moved to the door. I know I ain’t done shit. God, I hope it ain’t nothin’ ‘bout Yaffa. “Rex sit!” he said, peeking through the curtain. Shit. Ain’t but one police at the door. Fuck it. Trevon grabbed Rex by his collar and then tugged him back to the bedroom.
Trevon hurried back to the door with his worst fears forming in his head. Taking a deep breath, he turned off the alarm and then opened the door. The female cop greeted him with a curt nod. “I’m looking for Mr. Trevon Harrison,” she said with a stoic expression.
“Uh, I’m Trevon.”
She glanced down at a notepad she held. “Do you know a Ms. Jurnee Cruz?”
Trevon’s heart began to thump. “Yeah, I know her. What—”
“Sir. She was in a real bad car accident, and we need—”
“Where is she!”
“Jackson Memorial. She’s in critical—”
Trevon ignored whatever else she had to say. All that mattered to him was reaching Jurnee. C’mon, baby, hold on! Hold on! God, please let ‘er pull through this. Trevon sped off in his XJL hoping his prayer was heard.
***
An hour later, Swagga was laid up with Nashlly preparing to call it a wrap for today. He was sitting up watching old reruns of Martin.
“Nigga funny as hell!” He laughed with a bottle of Moet beside him.
; Nashlly had her face glued to her cell phone tweeting to her friends on Twitter. She was topless, wearing only a pair of blue cotton panties.
“How much longer you gon’ be on that shit?” he asked, hoping she would top him off like she did yesterday.
“Just a minute,” she replied without looking up from her screen.
He leaned over, trying to see what she was doing. “You been on that shit for almost an hour,” he complained. “Here, post this tweet. In bed wit’ da KOM, Swagga.” He laughed, thumping her nipple.
“Oww!” she said. “And you better stop before I tweet it for real. And then all your groupies gonna get mad. And what does KOM mean?”
“King of Miami. Hell, I might need to buy the rights for that. But yo’, tweet it and take them drawers off.”
“Wait, baby.” She reached between his legs. “You know I’ma handle my shit in this bed, so relax. It’s just some big news buzzin’ on Twitter.”
“’Bout what?” he asked as she managed to get his dick hard with one touch.
“That porn star, Honey Drop, was in a two-car accident today. Fucked up real bad too. People tweeting that she might not make it.”
“Word?” Swagga said, losing interest with the TV.
She nodded, hiding her sigh of relief when he rolled over to get his own phone. “Swagga, the bottle!” She caught it by the neck just as it started to spill.
“My bad, yo,” he said, grinning.
Swagga was easily drawn into the news about Honey Drop aka Jurnee. She was an A-list star in the world of porn. He saw Nashlly had told the truth. All the big names were posting heartfelt tweets in support of Honey Drop. When he saw tweets from Birdman, Rick Ross, Uncle Luke, Trina, Wale, and Tyga, he knew it was time to add his two cents.
@ Home hopin’ that Honey Drop will pull through
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