by B. , Ivory
Carlos was on his way to New York for a meeting with one of the Don’s top lieutenant’s. He didn’t want to leave Lucky. And the look she was giving him only made him want to stay home even more. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going out of town. I’ll be back later. Remember if you going out let me know.” Lucky shook her head looking up at him longingly. Los wasn’t even fully in the car to leave before he made that phone call. “Ayo Meat. I need you to handle that for me.” “Boss you already know. Me and Twin on our way out there now.” “A’ight try not to get too close to the house. I don’t wanna spook her. Yo please, please be on ya D. watch after her.” “Los I got you, she straight,” Meat assured his Los. After hanging up and making sure someone was watching after Lucky, He felt a little better. He was going to try and make this meeting as short as possible so he could get back home. He knew the caliber of niggaz he had on his team. And knew they wouldn’t hesitate to protect Lucky at all cost. But there was nothing like being there himself.
Once he got to the restaurant Macho was already sitting at a table nursing his third drink. The older man stood up smoothing out his Italian designer suit before giving Los a manly hand shake and hug. Just by looking at him you would never guess that he was one of the most dangerous men that have ever walked the streets of Colombia. A dude that started off as a foot soldier in one of the most dangerous Colombian cartels and worked his way up to a general and now one of the Don’s most trusted Lieutenants.
“Carlito! How’s it going?” “I can’t complain Mach,” Los said taking a seat. Macho gazed at Carlos for a second. “The older you get the more and more you start to look like your father. He was definitely one of the good ones; they don’t make em like that no more. You want a drink? I’m already on my third.” Carlos put his hand up “Nah, nah I’m good. So what brings you way out here?” Macho eyes lit up. “You’re always so straight to business si, that’s why I like your style.”
“Well basically the Don wants you to handle business with a friend here in New York. He needs someone that can handle this with expertise and you’re the first one that comes to mind. His friend a Dominican guy, I don’t particularly care for their kind but he’s one of the good ones. He’s going through a drought and needs a supplier.” “Why he all of a sudden going through a drought? What happened to his last supplier? He got funny with his money so people refused to deal with him?” “No, No nothing like that, he was dealing with the Mexican Cartels. I don’t have to tell you why he can’t get his hands on any product from there. With all the warring the Cartels are doing it’s too risky to get anything across the border. Filthy freakin Mexican’s have been stinking up the game for a long time now. I say let the warring go on, they’re doing us a favor by eliminating one another. They’re forgetting that war is never good for business. So they losing a lot of it.” Carlos bobbed his head in half agreement. He didn’t have anything against Mexicans personally. The warring however was bringing a lot of attention to the game. “Yeah it’s never good for business but sometimes it’s a necessary evil,” Los said. Macho raised his glass to toast what Carlos said.
“Carlito did you hear about the big drug bust in Florida?” “Yeah the news said they lost a couple mill on that ship.” “Exactly, some of that was coming here but it never made it. Now because things are so hot. The guy has his niece taking care of business while he’s laying low. The Don needs you to help his friend get back on his feet a little. Meaning he knows you don’t ever work with consignment, however he’s asking that you make an exception for his friend that he owes a favor.” Carlos face was so screwed up it was comical and Macho had to do all he could to not laugh. He knew this sounded downright preposterous but, it is what it is. The Don owed this man a favor and he was now cashing in on this favor. “Here’s the address to her place of business. Her name is Lissette.”
Los lifted his snapback off his head and ran his hand over his waves. “Let me get this straight, not only am I supposed to give a dude I don’t know at all work on consignment. I’m supposed to deal with a bitch. And meet her here at a fuckin hair salon? You fucking wit me right?” Macho chuckled “In a nutshell that’s what he’s asking.” Carlos shook his head in disbelief. “He can’t get somebody else to deal with this bullshit? I already got my hands full with clientele in New York.” Macho shook his head “No he wants you to deal with it.” “Well tell El Jeffe he owes me one.” “He knows he does,” Macho complied. After sipping on a few drinks, Carlos said his pleasantries and headed home.
As he pulled up in the driveway he noticed Meat and Twin was posted up in a heavily wooded area adjacent to the house. Los flashed his lights at them and they did the same before pulling off. The house was quiet but damn near all the lights on the second level of the house were on. He smiled to himself as he clicked off the main switch with a remote for the lights on the second level; this was Lucky’s security blanket. She felt safer with the lights on when he was gone. He went into the bedroom to find Lucky out like a light hugging a pillow. After showering and sliding into bed with her. He pulled her into his arms inhaling her scent which was damn near intoxicating. He played in her hair for a few seconds before kissing her atop her head. His hands trailed along her soft skin. Lucky awoke to the comfort of Carlos’s strong arms feeling safe and serene, his scent and touch was therapeutic to her body and soul. “Daddy I’m sorry about the cookout,” Lucky said in an emotional tone. “Luck we good,” Carlos said before sucking on her neck. He felt his manhood rise to attention as he made his way to her soft thighs then went to grab a handful of her plump and soft backside when he stopped. It was as if someone scratched an old record on a turn table. Lucky had panties on, to bed, that only meant one thing her boy Red is what Lucky affectionately called her period, was in town for a visit. “Dayum!” Los fussed “You on ya period?” Los asked with slight attitude. “I’m spotting.” “How the hell did that get by me?” Carlos was like a blood hound. It always astonished Lucky that Carlos could tell her when her period was coming even though she didn’t feel it or notice any bleeding. “Well you haven’t actually been touching me since the cookout,” Lucky said with a saddened look on her face. Los looked down at Lucky feeling at fault. He lifted Lucky’s chin so he could meet her eye to eye. “I had a lot on my mind Luck. I still love you just the same ma, even when I’m in my moods. You know that right?” Lucky looked him in the eyes “Yeah I know and I love you more,” she said before kissing him deeply savoring the taste of his mouth while sucking on his tongue. The moan that escaped Los’s core let Lucky know Carlos wanted it. Although she wasn’t bleeding steadily she was having some of the worst cramps and she couldn’t even fathom Carlos running up in her making her cramps worst. So Lucky got right to it and got her lips wet, to give her baby some of the best head she could deliver. Los watched as Lucky slipped his oversized t-shirt from her sexy frame.
Lucky gripped his large dick and traced the protruding veins that popped along the sides with her tongue until she got to his balls. Massaging his nuts with her fore and middle fingers she moved her mouth back to the head of his dick where she sucked in the tip and squeezed her jaws down hard as she could while gripping his nut sack. Lucky went up and down his dick while working her mouth. Carlos grunted and moaned as Lucky took him in deeper down her throat never letting up on the grip she had on his balls. At this point Lucky’s mouth started to water and she bobbed up and down on his dick with speed. “Oh shit ma, Los moaned as Lucky deep throated him. Lucky braced herself as he gripped a handful of her hair and drove his dick deeper into her mouth. His moans became louder and he held them longer, in response she sucked harder until she felt his nut rising to the tip of his thick dick, “Ohh fuc…” Carlos groaned shooting a load in Lucky’s mouth that probably consisted of triplets. Carlos panted trying to catch his breath for a second, Gotdamn maybe I taught her a little too well. He watched as Lucky made a sour face and scrambled to grab the t-shirt on the bed to spit the cum into. He chuckled inwardly, he did
n’t take offense to the fact Lucky didn’t want to swallow that was fine with him. This was Lucky’s usual routine she would suck him off till he let go then spit his babies in some piece of clothing or towel. There were times their laundry was damn near filled with cum stained pieces of clothing. “That ain’t nothing but vitamin C. It’s good for you. You need to stop playin wit that and just swallow,” Los said through a chuckle. “Whateva,” Lucky said with a smirk on her face. “I’m telling you, it’s good for your skin. It can cure all ailments. They need to just bottle my shit, and sell it on eBay wit a side of dick.” Lucky was sliding out of bed to get a warm soapy rag for Los when he made that comment she swung a pillow at his head, having no choice but to laugh when he started cracking up. Lucky shook her head as she made her way back to him noticing he still hadn’t removed the pillow from his face she hit him with. She cleaned him gently then placed a soft kiss on the head of his dick before continuing to place butterfly kisses up his body till she got to his lips where they shared an intense kiss. Carlos wrapped Lucky in his arms and they fell off to sleep together.
Lucky woke up the next morning not to the smell of bacon and eggs but to the smell of Los getting dead right. She turned her head to see Los sitting in the separate sitting area in the room blowing a huge cloud of smoke over his head. Just watching him sitting there in a wife beater with his muscular arms bulging and his eyes chinky from getting high, shot a sensation between her thighs. Los felt eyes on him, he looked over to meet Lucky’s gaze. He winked sexily at her then turned his head back to the huge plasma that hung over the fire place in the master bedroom and continued to do him.
Peanut Butter came running full speed over to Los jumping up on his hind legs yipping excitedly. “Yo watch out,” Los said waving at the toy dog dismissively. Peanut Butter wasn’t deterred he jumped up into Los’s lap unexpectedly just as Los blew out a huge cloud of smoke. Peanut Butter stood up on his back legs and yipped uncontrollably. Los stared at the dog up close and his features amused him. The dog’s eyes were so big and black, his tiny ears twitched with anticipation. Los blew a huge cloud of smoke directly in the dogs face and Peanut butter yipped wagging his little tail excitedly, lost his balance and fell off of Los’s lap onto the plush carpet. Los chuckled, “Yo this lil mutt bugged the fuck out,” he muttered to himself. “Carlos nooooo! Don’t do that to him,” Lucky screamed glaring at Los disapprovingly. Los laughed “Ma I ain’t do nothin. I’m sitting here minding my own business. This lil ass fury gremlin the one over here fuckin wit me.” Lucky rolled her eyes sat up and called Peanut Butter over. “Peanut Butter! P.B get over here now!” The dog took off running towards Lucky then tried to hop up on the bed. He gripped the bed sheet that dangled off the bed and tried to climb up with his little paws. “Ay! You know better than that shit!” Los barked scaring the puppy, animals in his bed was something he didn’t tolerate. Lucky looked down at Peanut Butter who looked frightened. She climbed out of bed to head to the bathroom, not before picking up P.B. “Aww he can be such a meany head,” Lucky cooed to her puppy. After Lucky freshened up brushing her teeth and washing her face. She noticed despite spotting the day before and all the pain she was experiencing with cramps, her pad was clean. She knew just the prescription for this, it worked every time.
“Daddy!” Lucky called from the bathroom doorway “Come make Red stop playing hide and seek. I’m cramping but not bleeding,” Lucky said with a wink. She didn’t have to ask twice before she saw Carlos making his way across the room undressing. He stood directly in front of her naked. Lucky leaned in and kissed his hard chest then let her tongue trail a line down his chest. “Ummm you taste like milk mocha chocolate,” Lucky moaned. Carlos scooped her up effortlessly as he kissed and nibbled on her neck guiding her to the large 6 head shower.
He grabbed her pouf soaking it up with body wash. Gently he washed over Lucky’s body while she washed him at the same time. The sight of the suds and feel of the warm shower jets massaging their bodies had them both heading towards mind blowing orgasms before anything even happened. Los turned Lucky around as he lathered her back paying close attention to her ass massaging the suds into it repeatedly. He watched as the suds ran down the crack of her ass, while he inserted two fingers into her wetness from behind. Lucky let out a loud gasp and placed both her hands on the tiled shower wall. Carlos gripped the back of her hair and pulled her head back slightly to expose her slender neck. Lucky shivered when he nibbled and sucked on her neck as he stroked her pussy with his fingers from behind. Lucky’s breathing started to become shallow and labored as she threw her ass back on Los’s fingers. He watched Lucky pull and squeeze her own nipples with pressure, rotating her hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. “Carlooooss!” Lucky groaned as an orgasm ripped through her. Carlos removed his fingers but replaced them with the whole ten inches of his mammoth dick filling up every single inch inside of her. Lucky’s pussy gripped down on him as Carlos placed his hand on her back to bend her all the way over. “Oohh baby.” Lucky moaned as she felt Carlos continuing to lather her ass with body wash making more and more of a sudsy mess. Carlos stroked her with deep and intense slow strokes working his dick in circles. The smack, smack sounds ripping through the shower and the feeling of suds running down her body had Lucky completely gone. She stood up on her tippy toes feeling a thunderous orgasm coming on. She threw her pussy back on his dick in vigorous speeds anxious to feel ecstasy. When it suddenly ripped through her body it was so forceful that it cramped the bottom of her stomach. “Awwwwww Daddy! Daddy,” Lucky cried as Carlos picked up his speed beating on her G spot like a drum, causing her to cum yet again. “Baby girlllll I love you,” Los said stroking deeper and faster. “Cum inside me Daddy,” Lucky begged wanting to be filled up by his warm milk. “Oh shit!” Los shrieked as he came hard enough to feel steam blow out of his ears.
Lucky stood up straight to menstrual cramps in her lower back and stomach. She was too spent and exhausted after two orgasms to even be phased by the pain. After Los washed both himself and Lucky they exited the shower together for a quick nap. Lucky woke up hours later to the urge to use the bathroom. She peed for what seemed an eternity and once she wiped herself the tissue was crimson red. “Yessss!” Los heard Lucky scream from the bathroom. He laughed and rolled over to try and get some more sleep but Lucky wouldn’t have that. “Daddy I’m starving. And I can really do some chocolate mousse cake from that Italian restaurant we love. I want something fishy but greasy. I don’t know what I want. I’m just hungry, baby get up,” Lucky pouted. “Maaaa c’mon I’m tired, gimme a little bit and I’ll bring you where ever you wanna go,” Los said from under his pillow. “Daddy pleeease.” “Yo you spoiled as fuck!” Los said before pulling the pillow from his face and sitting up. Of course, Baby girl got what baby girl wanted, so off to lunch they went.
As Lucky followed the Maitre’d to be seated at this five star exclusive restaurant. Los followed behind Lucky and took her in, looking at her in a way he hadn’t ever before. This woman that stood before him was different from the young girl he met years ago. She was much more assertive, refined, and matured. She had grown into a woman, his woman, a woman molded just for him. A woman that he loved and planned to one day make his wife and spend the rest of his life with. Simply put his bitch was bad. He watched as her hips swayed in her fitted pencil skirt that hugged her body like a glove. Then to top it all off the Giuseppe 4 ½ inch heels she was wearing helped sit her ass up just right; which was looking fatter than usual thanks to her boy Red being in town. Hmm maybe I might run a red light tonight Los thought to himself.
Once they were seated and into their meals sharing light talk Lucky thought now was the best time if any to tell Los what was going on with her. Los was waiting patiently he could tell something was bothering Lucky but he was going to wait on her. Lucky looked over at Los as he was slicing into his filet mignon.
“Baby we need to talk.” Carlos stopped, put his fork and knife down lifting his napkin from his lap bef
ore dabbing at his mouth to give her his undivided attention. His gaze made Lucky shift a little, his amber brown eyes seemed to look right to her soul. Lucky went to say something, she moved her lips but nothing came out. Carlos picked his utensils back up and continued to eat figuring it was his gaze that made her uncomfortable.
“Don’t say anything Carlos. Just let me say what I have to first. I dropped out of school last semester. It wasn’t all semester it was towards the end. I…I thought getting my masters in Biopsychology was something I wanted to do but I realized it wasn’t, especially when my GPA started to suffer. I withdrew from school so that I could maintain my GPA instead of flunking the classes. I thought about Law school but after finding out that nearly any of the credits I already took for Biopsychology would transfer to the Law program I changed my mind. I’ma go back to school and finish what I started.” Lucky paused so Los thought it was safe to say something. “Why?” Los asked looking directly at Lucky not caring if she squirmed under his gaze or not. “Why, what?” Lucky asked confused. “Why would you go back to school and get a degree in something you’re not passionate about or interested in?” “Because Carlos, I just explained to you I would basically be starting all over again. I would’ve wasted nearly 2 years of schooling. Not to mention the cost. I would be wasting money if I started all over again, and being that your footing the bill for my Masters I can’t do that. I already feel like I’m not bringing anything to the table in this relationship as it is. I don’t know I…I just feel as if I don’t have a purpose. I’m used to having my own, being independent with a job and I haven’t been that way in a while, it doesn’t make me feel right. I mean, Keema finished with nursing school, she has baby Jah, Ty has her career and Mika is doing the whole hair thing, with two shops. And I’m just…” Lucky shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you don’t understand what I’m talking about.”
