by Nicety
My pumps became wilder and more uniformed. I knew I was ready to bust this 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 didn’t know much about her. She could've had a million and one niggas running up in this shit, each going in her each raw, and I wouldn't care.
My body needed this shit. It needed to be release like the animal, the beast I was. Besides, I felt like I had known her in a previous life. She got me. She understood me. We were always cool but I never but that much attention into her to open my eyes to her. This pussy was mine though. I had claimed it. It felt damn great, and I didn't give a fuck who didn't like it.
It felt almost as great as her mouth did, as I busted my shot all up inside of her forgetting that I wanted her to suck it out of me. I just couldn’t pull out, that’s how good that shit felt. I rammed it in her so hard that her nails scratched the shit out of my back yet she took it like a pro. It felt like paradise.
"I’m the bitch that should be on your arm, Q. Not her," Bunny breathed into my ear as her warm creamy cum coated my shaft from head to base.
“Bunny—“
“Nah baby. You call this pussy Queenie.”
…The devil is a lie
Them other girls can't compete with mine
You do it so good, you fuck my mind
You pull it out, then you open wide
You make me wanna tap out and retire
Your pretty lips leave me so inspired
I think that she's a winner
She could be a keeper
Cause she's such a good kisser
Got lipstick on my leg
Oh baby…
Chapter 14
The Next Morning
Daisy
…I can't believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive of me to think she was from your past
Silly of me to dream of one day havin' your kids
Love is so blind, it feels right when it's wrong
I can't believe I fell for your schemes, I'm smarter than that
So dumb and naive to believe that with me you're a changed man
Foolish of me to compete when you cheat with loose women
It took me sometime but now I moved on because I realized I got
Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end
That's what I found out and there ain't no need to cry
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gon' be my own best friend…
Another sleepless night alone with Beyonce coaching me through my emotions in the background. Quince didn’t come home again. I was beginning to think that I was losing him. He was slowly slipping away from me. I didn’t know what to do to hold him or pull him back into me the way he used to be. It was crazy how one moment he was the greatest man in the world and the next it seemed as if I didn’t even know him anymore.
It was 5:45am and instead of me waking up to premarital bliss, I was waking up to a tear soaked pillow. I refused to be that crazy bitch that called his phone every few seconds wondering where he was or texting him frantically to get him to answer me. I refused. He should’ve been kissing my ass. He should’ve been worshipping the ground that I walked on. I was his queen.
The doorbell rung and I already knew who it was. I wasn’t in the mood to go through this shit but the way I was feeling only fueled anger from within me. My life wasn’t all peaches and cream. I tried to get Quince to understand that I needed him to marry me before I could spill my issues to him. I didn’t want him to have an excuse to leave me. Being married, I figured he would want to work it out because of the bond and union of marriage. As the doorbell rang more aggressively this time, I hopped out of bed pissed from being bolted up out of my thoughts.
“What?”
“Bitch you knew what this was. I told you I would be back for your ass. You thought you was slick trying not to open the door. I was just gonna invite myself in. You know that.” Morgan sauntered her ass in.
“Ugh, wasn’t nobody trying to avoid you. I was in the bed.”
“Fuck the niceties, Daisy. Do you have the fucking money or not?” She headed over for the island counter taking a seat on the barstool. “I know you heard about what happened to Amy, right?”
“N…no. I hadn’t heard anything about her in months.” My nonchalant attitude wasn’t convincing even to me.
“Hmm…well she’s dead. And, you’re next if you don’t give up the damn money.”
I headed towards the refrigerator taking out the half drunk bottle of wine had from the other day and sat it on the counter. Retrieving two glasses from the cabinet and pouring each of us a drink, I figured if I was going to go out at least I could do it fucked up. I took the blunt I had neatly rolled from my ear and sparked it up offering her a pull but she declined. Morgan guzzled the wine and quickly asked for another before I obliged.
"See the problem is, Daisy, is that you are too self absorbed. Bitches like you will never measure up to the smarts of bitches like me," Stella boasted taking another sip of her white wine.
"Morgan, you have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a queen. Didn’t you know? When your man ran off and left you high and dry, it was I he cherished. Don’t you get it? You were nothing more than vapor to anyone who mattered. And you’re still that. Who’s to say that nigga, Mata Amigos, won’t kill you once you give him the damn money he’s been sending you off on all this time? Do you even know the true reason why you’re hunting me down for the money?" I asked flicking my long curls.
Morgan appeared to boil inside from my remark. Deep inside the very pit of her thoughts, she knew there was some truth to what I was saying. She would never admit it but the look on her face was priceless. My words burned through her like salt on an open wound. She unruffled her long straightened hair and held her head as high as the sky.
"You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Once I give him this shit it will be all over. All over," Morgan insisted.
“It wasn’t stolen from him like Amy told me. It was given to Amy by Mata. She was fucking him and his wife found out and demanded the money back on some bullshit. She doesn’t even care about the money. She just wants the upper hand and that’s why Mata is sending you on the hunt. You’re dead if you give him what he wants. Trust.” I sipped my wine.
Rather than play with the fluid in our glasses, we took nice fine gulps of the inexpensive spirit. I watched as Morgan guzzled her glass like the alcoholic she was then snatched mine out of my hand tossing its contents to the back of her throat. She pulled a gun from behind her waist setting it on the counter. My eyes were glued to it as if I had telekinesis and could will it towards me. Any sudden moves and I knew that bitch would be deadly with it
“I hate to kill you, Daisy. But it’s a kill or be killed world out here. You should’ve got that money up for the man and you probably wouldn’t be haven’t these problems. Or better yet, you should’ve never accepted that money from Amy and had it deposited into my account. You bitches weren’t smart. If anything, you both were the weakest bitches on the planet,” Morgan scoffed reaching for the gun.
"Well then, may the better bitch win," I supposed, raising the empty glass to Morgan’s face before setting it down on the counter.
Morgan took two steps forward sluggishly. Her fingers clenched her throat appearing as though it was about to close unable to let her breathe. She scratched at her neck as if to clear a passage but to no avail. She collapsed onto the floor sending the gun flying across the room and under the couch before reaching out her hand to me, begging for help through her bulging eyes.
I stood there with a sly smirk on my lips and my legs casually crossed. I sat there pouring myself another glass of wine while Morgan convulsed into cardiac arrest on the floor. All I could think about was hoping Quince didn’t walk through the door while all this was happ
ening.
"See Amy and I, we weren’t too weak. The reason why we clicked so well was because we had one thing in common. We knew just how to stay one step ahead of the game. Didn't anyone ever tell you that cyanide and alcohol don't mix? Well, I guess the better bitch will win after all," I snickered gazing down upon her.
Morgan's body grew tight and still. Her eyes were open staring off into the moonlight and if it weren't for her tongue sticking out like a dead cat she might've looked a bit peaceful. I waited until death had fully settled into her lifeless body before I stepped over her to check the front window making sure no one was coming. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number that forced me to put on my other face on to win the Academy Award for best actress in a who done it. My eyes were murderous not feeling the least bit remorseful about the stiff lying in the middle of Quince’s floor.
I wasn’t the least bit mortified by her lying there, no more than I thought I would. Venturing back over to the island to grab my glass, I looked down at the call having been declined. It pissed me off because that wasn’t part of the plan. I needed this motherfucka to answer the phone so I could get rid of this damn body fast as hell.
“Montana, where are you?” I asked forcing franticness in my voice.
“I’m around that way. Why wassup?”
“I need your help. Please, please come quick.”
I hung up hoping that put a bit of urgency under his ass. Taking another sip of my wine, I gazed down simply glaring at Morgan’s body. That bitch thought I was about to go down without a fight. She was dead wrong. I had come to far in life to let someone like her or anyone for that matter take the shit away from me. Ordering that cyanide online and paying for overnight shipping was the best idea, I’ve had since going to law school. Yeah, I felt a little bad that my life was going down a different path than I had expected. But what lawyer hasn’t done dirt before? Tell me, what lawyers are purely honest and without sin.
“Daisy, open up.” Montana beat on the door like he was the fucking feds ten minutes later.
“Come on in. I’m glad you came. Thank you for helping me,” I greeted him in a composed tone.
“Damn. What the fuck went on up in here, Daisy? Your man know about this shit?” Montana stepped back, startled that by what met him in the living room.
“As you can see, this is my issue.” I pointed.
“Naw baby girl. No problem will ever go unsolved. It’s just all in how you execute the shit. My question to you is, what the fuck went down here?” He walked over to her sizing up her dead corpse. “This here is a quick easy fix. No sweat.”
“Awe, thank you so much. I just want to forget about this shit and never have to think about it again,” I exhaled clenching my chest playfully.
“Hmm. Yeah, yeah all that. But um. What you gon’ give me if I do this for you?”
“Ugh, I figured everything would come with a price. So how much you want, Montana?”
“Shit, what I want don’t come in no paper form. You feel me?”
“Excuse me? I’m not no fucking ho Montana. I’m not just about to drop my panties for you to help me out. You either are or you’re not. It’s as fucking simple as that.” I crossed my arms in front of me.
“And, I didn’t say you was one. Did I? You must feel real guilty or something?” Montana stood over Morgan’s body before picking her up by his waist throwing her over his shoulder. “This bitch was thick too. What did she do to get under your skin like that?”
“Let’s just say she got on my bad side.”
“I bet. Check it, these keys and drive my truck around back and pull it into the garage. I’ll bring her out like she drunk as hell just in case a nosey motherfuck is watching.” He toted her up heading towards the back door after tossing me his keys. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t trip. But aye, don’t think that for one second you don’t owe me shit, beautiful. Oh yeah. You’re definitely gonna pay for this one way or the other.”
I couldn’t help but think in the back of my mind of how serious he was when the words left his mouth.
Chapter 15
That Evening
Embry
“Did you talk to Daisy yet about the money?” Montana asked as he popped out of my pussy once he was done busting all in me then plopped onto the bed.
“No, but I’m on it.”
“Yeah, make sure you get on that though. We’ve got some shit on her that might force her to give us the money. But I don’t want to pull that out the box just yet.”
“What is it Montana? Tell me.” I anxiously awaited the news.
“Let’s just say that your girl ain’t as innocent as she claims to be,” he chuckled tossing the sheet around his naked torso.
“Awe man. How are you gonna bring some shit up and not tell me what it is?” I pouted. “Besides, I’ve been knowing Ms. Goody Two-Shoes for a long motherfucking time now. I been knew that bitch wasn’t no saint.”
“Yeah, well. I didn’t know. I thought she was just another bitch that for some reason had my boy all tightened up about her. But now I see what he sees in her. She’s a good girl who’s perfectly bad at it.” Montana smiled to himself.
I knew that look all too well. My facial expression slowly diminished from amused to worry in a matter of seconds. He too was falling victim to Daisy’s allure. I didn’t know what it was about her that niggas found so damn irresistible but it pissed me off to my core. She wasn’t about to steal another fucking man from me, especially not one I finally liked more than anyone and who was willing to take care of me. I felt like all the work I had put in since being with Montana was slowly being kicked down the sewer. I’d kill her first.
“How’d you find out this information you won’t tell me about?” I asked trying not to sound too much like I was probing for information.
“She called me this morning. Asking for my help.” Montana’s smile grew even more. “So I helped her and soon she will have to help me.”
“Oh that’s why you jumped out of bed and ran out of here with the quickness, huh? Because of her.” Shaking my head and sighing was all that I could do.
He didn’t respond, turning his head in the opposite direction as he snuggled with the pillow. He heard what the fuck I said. It was just his way of not wanting to talk about the shit anymore. All niggas did that stupid shit. Leaning back on the bed, I pouted like crazy hoping he would turn over and try to comfort me. The room sat in silence, still for the next ten minutes before I rolled over on him caressing his arm softly.
“So, what if she says no to giving us the money? I will need that information to throw back in her face and make her eat her words,” I sweet talked.
“Naw, the only one who will use that shit is me. If she doesn’t give it to you then just let me know and I will talk to her. I’ll handle it from there.”
“But I thought getting the money was my job. That was my role in helping with all this, remember? We discussed—“
“I got this aight. Now if you can’t just play your part then it is what it is. Ya heard me?” He growled attempting to nudge me from lying on his shoulder.
“Ugh, that’s what we’re on?” A since of hopelessness overwhelmed me followed by a deep sigh. “Baby, what we’ve got is good right?”
“We cool. Don’t start all that sentimental shit with me. We’re buddies.”
Those words boiled my being. He wasn’t thinking about being my buddy when he was busy busting all kinds of nuts inside of me. Montana and I have fucked raw since day one. There was no telling if I was going to pop up pregnant or not in the next few months. Especially with us fucking like jackrabbits day in and day out almost three times a day. His buddy? Naw, I put in too much damn work for me to adorn that label and be happy with it.
“Hello,” Montana answered his buzzing phone heatedly after snatching it off the nightstand. “Bunny, I texted you and told you once I hit the warehouse, I got you. But you went to Phantom on so old dirty shit so continue to get your shit from that nigg
a. Don’t fucking call me no more ho. That pussy was dead anyway.”
“What the fuck?” I gasped turning to him. “Let me get the phone, Montana. Let me tell that bitch not to call you no more.”
“Sit back, Embry,” he batted my hand away. “Look, you contact that nigga man. Don’t fucking call me on that shit. You knew what this was bitch. It was just pussy. I’m good on you now. Fuck you and your hustle. Tighten up them walls first bitch.”
Montana went on with Bunny on the phone like that for another twenty minutes. They argued back and forth like they were in some sort of relationship and hated being apart. He claimed he never had any feelings for Bunny, that she was too boring to him when they were together. So it didn’t make sense to me that he would waste time arguing with her on the phone over some petty shit. He was done doing business with her and that was that. That bitch needed to take the hint and leave my fucking man alone.
“You done arguing with your girlfriend now?” Crossing my arms and rolling my eyes was all I could do since I was a bit sour he put that much energy into her.
“Man, I’m about to jump in the shower and rotate. Order whatever you want for dinner. I’m gonna be out late.” Montana tossed three crisp one hundred dollar bills on the table and from out of his pants pocket and left the room with his clothes in tow.
Eating food was the last thing on my damn mind. Montana had an electrified fence around his heart so no one would be able to touch it ever. It was a fucked up feeling to be so into someone only to have them not return the favor. My heart and soul was beyond crushed. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had dismissed Bunny simply because he had grown tired of her and her pussy.
He seemed like the type of man that only dealt with women for a brief moment before he was on to the next one. I couldn’t become another notch in his belt. I had to be the one that could change him, mold him into the perfect man where he loved me and only me. Montana was very smart though. It was killing me trying to figure out how to do that without him knowing. Maybe I would have to fuck the shit out of him more, so much that he would be too tired for anyone else.
