Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

by Brittani Williams

  “Ohh!” she moaned.

  Ricky moved his hand down to her wetness. With his fingers, he started light and high, slightly above Tori’s sensitive clit, and started working his way down.

  “Ohh! Yes! Ahhh!” she moaned.

  When Tori leaned her body into him, that was the signal to let him know that he was stimulating the right spot. The feeling was so good that Tori had already come twice. Ricky found his way to the hidden G-spot. Tori had never known it existed. He rubbed his two fingers on her G-spot, watching as her body started trembling uncontrollably.

  “Ahhh! I’m having an orgasm!” she yelled out in pleasure. Tori had just experienced her first G-spot orgasm. The feeling was so intense and powerful that she ejaculated from her pussy.

  “Ohh! God!” she screamed.

  The feeling inside her trembling body had her both excited and frightened at the same time. After that, Ricky grabbed a condom from under his pillow. He put it on his long, hard dick and turned Tori around on her stomach. He pulled her body down to the edge of the king-size bed. Then he spread her legs wide apart. As her trembling body was still recovering from the amazing G-spot orgasm, Ricky eased his long, hard dick into the deepness of her throbbing wet walls. While he stroked long and hard, Tori moaned with joy and pain. Ricky grabbed her long braided ponytail and wrapped it around his hand.

  “Ohh! I’m com . . . coming again!” she moaned. “Oh my God! I’m having another orgasm! God!” she cried out in pleasure. While Ricky kept stroking, tears of pure bliss fell from her eyes.

  “Ahhh! Ohhh!” she grunted.

  “Now, what’s my name?” Ricky asked stroking harder.

  “‘Mr. Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm!’ I’m . . . I’m . . . having another orgasm!” Tori screamed out. “Ahhhh!”

  While the music on the CD played, Ricky never stopped stroking deep inside her wet pussy. Tori had already come more in less than one hour than she did the entire month with her fiancé. Ricky slid out his dick and spread out Tori’s ass cheeks. He stuck his middle finger inside her pussy, and then slid it inside her asshole.

  “Uhh!” she gasped. Her asshole was tight, but Ricky played inside of it with his finger until it loosened up.

  “Please go slow. I never did it before,” Tori moaned softly.

  Ricky leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, beautiful. ‘Mr. Orgasm’ is gonna take good care of you.” Ricky slid out his finger, and then slowly eased his long, hard dick inside Tori’s asshole as far as he could go.

  “Ohhh! Ahhh! Mmmm!”

  Ricky gripped her hips and started slowly stroking inside her.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Tori grunted out every time he pushed and pulled.

  “Now, what’s my name?”

  “‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Your name is ‘Mr. Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm!’” Tori cried out as another orgasm swept throughout her body. She could only lie there in tears as her body had just experienced her first ever anal orgasm. Tori couldn’t believe the feelings that had taken total control over her body. She had come so many times that a large stain covered the silk sheets. Ricky slid his dick out of her ass and turned her around on her back.

  “Now, I want you to watch me fuck your brains out,” he said, putting her legs over his broad shoulders. Then Ricky placed a pillow underneath her hips so it could increase the pressure on her clit and allow deeper penetration. He slid his stiff shaft in as far as he could go. Now he started fucking Tori aggressively. She moaned, grunted, and cried, all at the same time.

  “What’s my name?”

  “‘Mr. Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm!’” Tori screamed out. Before they had finished, Ricky had fucked Tori in every position known to man. He fucked her all over his loft. The living room, dining room, shower, floor, couch, and on all the tables. Tori had come so much that she started begging Ricky to stop. She had gotten the sex lesson 101 of her life. Ricky stood there watching as Tori lay on the living-room floor, crying in the fetal position.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  Tori looked into his caring eyes and tearfully said, “I can’t believe you just fucked me like that!”

  Ricky leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Believe it. Because it only gets better,” he said, lying down beside her. While Tori lay there trembling, Ricky rubbed her back and wiped away her tears.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Everybody Has a Weakness

  Later that night

  DJ Twist had the club jumping. His mixing and scratching skills were one of a kind. A group of female fans stood around the booth. He enjoyed showing off his skills when people were watching. The club was packed with young men and women who had come out to have a good time. Big Nook had already thrown out three people for fighting. Some people just couldn’t come out to the club without getting into a fight. But Big Nook and his security crew weren’t having it! He and India were standing on the balcony talking.

  “I talked to Asia earlier today on the phone. She’s excited about me coming to get her in the morning,” India said with a big grin.

  “You seem more excited than probably she is,” Big Nook said.

  “I am. Asia is a beautiful little girl, and I really feel a strange connection with her.” India looked up at Big Nook and saw his eyes focused on the crowd. When she followed his stare, she saw that he was watching Flex.

  “Big Nook, what do you think is up with Flex?”

  “Huh?” he said, snapping out of his stare.

  “I said what’s up with Flex? He’s got so many older women chasing after him on male stripper night, but he’s here at the club faithfully on all of our hip-hop nights.”

  “Maybe Flex like ’em young.”

  “I just don’t understand why a grown-ass man wanna be around eighteen- and nineteen-year-old kids all night. There’s something about him I just don’t like,” India said seriously.

  “Me too,” Big Nook said with a disgusted look on his face.

  “Flex, do you got a minute?” the skinny white kid said tapping on his shoulder. When Flex turned around and saw who it was, he smiled.

  “Ladies, I’ll be right back,” Flex said before walking through the crowd with the skinny white guy. He found a secluded spot in the back of the club.

  “Bobby, what’s up, man? How many do you need?” Flex asked.

  “I need twenty more. You got it?”

  “Do I got it? Man, I keep it,” Flex said going into his jacket pocket and taking out a clear Ziploc bag. The bag was filled with Ecstasy pills. After Flex had counted out twenty pills, he passed them to Bobby. Bobby paid Flex with the marked money that Hightower had given him.

  “Man, what do you be doing with all those pills? You’re my number one customer,” Flex said.

  “The ones that I don’t use, I sell to my friends,” Bobby replied, showing his mouth full of braces.

  “Well, maybe we can hook up, and you start working for me,” Flex offered. “I could us somebody like you.”

  “Hey, I’ll think about it, Flex. Maybe we can hook up one day soon.”

  “All right, Bobby. Just think about it. I’ll see you later. I have to get back over to my two little cuties,” Flex said giving him a pound and walking away. Bobby smiled as he watched Flex maneuver his way through the crowd. Once again, he had everything that Flex said recorded on tape.

  * * *

  When Tori walked into the apartment, Roscoe was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. It was 1:27 a.m.

  “Where the fuck you been all day long?” he asked angrily. “Why wasn’t you at work when I went by there to pick you up? And why didn’t you let me know you took off today? What the fuck is going on, Tori?” Roscoe stood up and shouted.

  “Roscoe, sit down. We need to talk,” Tori said softly. She walked over and sat down on the sofa, but she didn’t take off her coat.

  “Tori, what the fuck is going on?”

  “Will you please sit down? I told you that we need to talk,” she said in a serious voice.

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p; Roscoe looked into Tori’s eyes and sat back down beside her. She saw confusion on his face.

  “Why didn’t you call me or answer your cell phone? I left two messages on your voice mail. I was worried about you. When I talked to Malinda, she told me that she didn’t see you all day. What’s going on?” he asked in a concerned voice.

  Tori sat there shaking her head. Tears were falling from her eyes. She reached into her pocket and took out the 3-carat diamond engagement ring.

  “Here, Roscoe. I don’t think I’m gonna be needing this anymore,” she said, passing Roscoe the ring.

  “What? What the fuck is you talking about?” he yelled.

  “Roscoe, I think we need a break. I don’t think I’m ready for marriage or a commitment like that right now. That’s why I decided to move out of the apartment until I get my mind right. I’m sorry, but that’s how I truly feel.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? We’ve been together for three-and-a-half years! I took you outta those run-down Forty-sixth Street Projects and moved you into this expensive-ass apartment! I buy and give you everything you want! I sent you to nursing school! Paid your whole tuition! And you got the nerve to come in here at 1:30 in the fucking morning telling me you need a fucking break? Bitch, is you crazy?” he screamed out angrily.

  Tori looked up at him with a disgusted expression on her face. It was the first time that Roscoe ever saw that expression. It was also the first time that Roscoe had ever called her a bitch. The two things that he had never done to Tori was to call her out of her name or put his hands on her. Tori had a hold on Roscoe’s heart that couldn’t be broken loose. She was the true love of his life, and now her painful words had him feeling like his heart was breaking into a thousand little pieces.

  “Roscoe, I will always have love for you, but right now, I just gotta follow my heart! And until I can get my mind right, I think it’s best that we stay away from each other,” she said seriously.

  “Is it another guy?” Roscoe muttered as the tears welled up in his eyes.

  “No. I’ve thought about this for a while now,” she lied.

  “Come on, baby, can’t we just talk about this?” he pleaded, trying his best to control his tears.

  “I’m sorry, Roscoe, but it’s just not working anymore,” Tori stood up and sadly said.

  “You fucked somebody else, didn’t you?” Roscoe asked. “That’s it, ain’t it?”

  Tori looked deep into his crying eyes and saw pain all over his face. She had never seen Roscoe cry before. Never seen him so weak. So broken.

  “No, Roscoe I didn’t fuck nobody,” she lied with a straight face. “I’m going to get my suitcase and pack me up a few things. I’ll get the rest of my belongings in a few days. I’m . . . I’m sorry, Roscoe,” Tori said walking away.

  Roscoe stood there watching her walk into the bedroom. He was confused beyond all words. He was trying to figure how they’d gotten to this point. He wasn’t ready to lose her, but he wasn’t about to beg someone to stay that didn’t want to. In his heart, he didn’t feel like he’d done anything that was this detrimental. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a very long time. His heart was breaking. As he sat there shattered inside, Tori walked out of the bedroom carrying her suitcase full of clothes. Roscoe was sitting on the sofa crying with his head down.

  After a long sigh, Tori wiped away her tears and said, “I’ll be back in a few days to come get the rest of my stuff. Don’t call me on my cell phone ’cause I’m changing the number tomorrow. I’ll call you. Bye, Roscoe.” She turned around and walked out the front door.

  Roscoe didn’t say a word when she left the apartment. His mind was too lost to comment. The woman whom he had loved more than anything in the world had looked into his eyes and told him that it was over. That she needed a “break.” The pain filled his entire body. As the tears continued to fall, he looked over at the 3-carat diamond engagement ring that was lying all alone on the coffee table. He realized at this moment that all of his dreams had just walked right out the door.

  A half hour later, a yellow cab pulled up in front of Ricky’s loft. Ricky was standing in the doorway with only his silk Gucci robe on and matching slippers. He walked over to the cabbie and gave him a twenty-dollar bill.

  “Keep the change,” he said. Ricky opened the door and grabbed the suitcase. Tori looked into his handsome face and smiled.

  She got out of the cab and walked over to him.

  “Did you handle your business?” he asked, walking toward the front door.

  “Yes. I took care of what I needed to,” she replied, following Ricky into the loft.

  Ricky looked into her eyes and said, “You been crying, I see.”

  “What I had to do was hard, but at the same time, I feel like it was needed,” she said softly.

  Ricky set the suitcase down and walked up to her. “Just follow your heart, pretty.”

  “I did,” she muttered softly. “So, you gonna drop me off at my mother’s house in the morning, right?”

  “I told you that I would do it. I’ll drop you off on my way to go see my daughter,” Ricky said.

  Sighing, Tori said, “So what now?”

  Ricky grabbed her in his arms and started passionately tonguing her down. He could feel her melting in his arms. He kissed her all over her face and neck. Tori just stood there, hypnotized by his presence. Once again, her body was burning with desire and lust.

  “Go in my bedroom and take off all your clothes,” he said.

  “I’m gonna get us some wine.”

  Without any hesitation, Tori turned around and walked toward the bedroom.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Pleasure and Pain

  Early Saturday morning

  In the tranquility of his bedroom, Ricky and Tori had copulated all night long. After an early-morning shower together and a delicious breakfast that Ricky had cooked, he dropped her off at her mother’s house. Before driving off, he kissed her on the lips and told her that he would see her soon. Then he drove straight to his parents’ house in Wynnefield. When he pulled up in his car, India’s red Range Rover was parked out front. India, Nicole, and Asia were all standing around talking. Asia ran over to her father and gave him a big hug.

  “Hey, sweetie. You look pretty today,” Ricky said, lifting her up in the air and swinging her around. After he put Asia down, he looked over at India. Like always, she was looking as fine as ever. Ricky let his eyes explore her body as India did the same.

  “Daddy, Ms. India is taking me to the circus, and she’s taking me shopping,” Asia said ecstatically.

  Ricky kneeled down and said, “You be a good girl, you hear me?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I will,” Asia promised with a big smile.

  India looked at Ricky and said, “You have my cell phone number, and I have yours. If you want to call me and check up on her, please do. The circus is in town for a few days. I just wanted to take her there to have some fun. Then afterward, we’re going downtown to the Gallery Mall.”

  “Maybe the next time I can go with y’all,” Ricky said seriously.

  “That would be nice. Very nice,” India said with a smile.

  Asia walked over to India and grabbed her hand. Ricky looked at them both smiling and felt a strange feeling inside his body. Nicole saw the way Ricky looked at India and just shook her head. She knew Ricky better than anybody. That’s why when she looked into her brother’s eyes, she saw the same way Ricky used to look at Asia’s mother, Cheryl.

  “Daddy, can you go with us?” Asia asked.

  “No, sweetie, not today. I have a busy day ahead of me.”

  Asia frowned up her pretty little face. After they all walked out the door, Ricky watched as India and Asia got into the Range Rover. India strapped Asia in her seat belt. Nicole was standing in the doorway smiling and waving good-bye.

  Ricky walked up to the window and said, “India, thank you for doing this—”

  “Ricky, I told you, I enjoy being with Asia
. She’s a wonderful little girl. Plus, being with her takes a lot of things off my mind. One day I’m going to be a mother and being with Asia is giving me a lot of practice. Maybe if I can just meet that soul mate you asked me about the other night, things will start happening a lot sooner than later.”

  “So, that’s all you’re waiting for, huh?” Ricky asked seriously.

  India had remembered her conversation with Big Nook and decided to pour it on.

  “Ricky, I don’t smoke or drink. I’m twenty-two years old. Single. I have a college degree. No children, and I’m God-fearing. Yes, my soul mate is who I’m waiting for. A man who will teach me and complete me. I’m gonna love my man like he ain’t never seen love before, and I will be my man’s rock for life. So until I find me a good man who’s willing to give himself to me completely, I’ll continue to be by myself.”

  “You have a perfect résumé,” he said.

  “Yup, and it’s all for the man who’s willing to love me,” India replied, starting up her SUV. “I’ll have Asia back before 8:00 o’clock. I’ll call you if I need to, and feel free to call me as well.”

  Ricky stood back on the sidewalk and waved as India and Asia drove away. After they left, he walked back into the house. Nicole was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

  “Big brother, you need to stop playing yourself and get with that woman. I saw the way y’all looked at each other, and I’m telling you, I know love when I see it. What are you waiting for, Ricky? Why ain’t India your girlfriend?” she asked seriously.

  “Because she can’t be, that’s why,” he replied.

  Nicole stood up from the sofa and walked over to him. She looked deep into Ricky’s eyes. “The last time I saw that look in your eyes, you were with Cheryl. You ain’t never let none of your other female friends take Asia out. I don’t know why you’re running from that girl, but I truly hope, Ricky, that you fix the problem and snatch India up before someone else do it for you.” Nicole turned and walked away. When she got to the stairs, she turned around and said, “Oh, thanks for taking me to school and meeting Mrs. Langston. She was smiling all day long.”