by Noire
A few moments later I released his balls gently, one by one, and then I climbed up on the bed as he pulled his pants off and tossed them on the floor.
“I wanna ride,” I whispered as I straddled his groin. I giggled. “Bronco style.”
Suge grabbed me by one hip and cupped my other ass cheek. His gigantic hands were strong and steady as he lifted me in the air and let me hover over the tip of his dick.
“You ready?” he asked me.
I nodded in the darkness. I could feel the muscles in his forearms tightening up as he held me. “Yeah,” I said sexily. “I was born ready.”
I trembled as I felt the head of his pole tapping at the gate of my pussy. I placed my hands on his rocked-up stomach and gapped my legs open, then braced myself as he lowered me down onto his throbbing pole.
His meat was thick, and for a second I felt like I was gonna split, but then my juices came raining down and coated his path. I plunged down on that dick with a nice sweet plop. Leaning forward until I was on my knees, I rotated my ass around in circles for a few seconds, and then I got to riding.
We just happened to be in a real good position for me to throw my patented double-hump move on Suge, and I bore down with my pussy muscles and let him have it like I was back home in Club Wood. His big hands massaged my ass as I twerked it on him, humping twice and then vibrating my booty like it had double-D batteries in it.
My coochie was nice and slippery and we was both moaning as the friction we created started a real big blaze. Suge gripped my hips and thrust upward and I yelped. He was in too deep but he wasn’t about to back out. He held me in place and pumped up with his hips, banging my shit up as my cream slid down his shaft and drenched his pubic hair.
“T-T-Too much d-d-dick!” I stuttered as he pounded all up in my stomach. I grabbed my titties and rubbed my nipples, and then I bounced on his dick three times real hard and nutted, taking a wild ride on an internal roller coaster and screaming the whole way.
Suge was right behind me too. He pulled me down until I was laying flat on top of him, and then he gripped my ass and squeezed it real tight. The next thing I knew he had flipped me over and I was flat on my back. He beat my pussy up in a frenzy, slamming his dick deep inside me as his cup tipped over and he lost his seed.
“Ahhh.” He collapsed on top of me as his dick jerked wildly inside my hot pussy until his balls were empty. I was trapped underneath him and it seemed like hours passed before he rolled off me. I felt him get outta the bed but my ass couldn’t move. I was whipped, totally fucked out, and every muscle in my body was limp.
I musta dozed off because at some point Suge was standing beside the bed calling my name. I opened my eyes and he slid his strong arms under me and scooped me up and snuggled me against his chest. He carried me into the bathroom, and I didn’t know how to feel when he lowered me gently into a huge tub filled with scented, soapy water.
“Damn.” I grinned up at him as I lay back in the warm water with my eyes half closed. “A chick could get used to this type a’ thang,” I joked.
I heard him laugh as he stepped into the bathtub with me and eased himself down into the water. “You damn right. I bet she could.”
CHAPTER 20
Seeing his father at the hospital again had really taken a toll on Barron. Pilar could tell he was hurting, and she knew just what she needed to do in order to comfort him. But Ray was over. He had shown up at the mansion wanting to sniff around her ass, but Pilar had fronted him off and left him stuffing his face in front of the television while she snuck down to Barron’s suite anyway.
Her and Barron were laying in bed rubbing their feet together and talking, and Pilar was shocked when she started throwing around hints about getting married and having babies, and Barron actually listened.
“Yeah,” he said after she started laying her fantasy rap down on him. “I could see that happening, P. I think you would be a real good wife, baby. And a good mother too.”
“I would be,” Pilar agreed as she lay with her head on his naked chest and traced the outline of his dark nipple with her finger. “I would be a damn good wife.” And then she added slyly, “For the right man.”
Barron pulled her close. He was naked beneath the covers but Pilar was still wearing a bright orange bra and a matching thong. “It’s gonna happen, baby,” he whispered, pulling her bra down over her right titty until it popped free of the cup. He kissed her nipple. “For both of us. At the right time.”
Pilar moaned and pulled his head closer, pushing her nipple into his mouth. He sucked the stiff bud and rolled it around on his tongue until her body started to tremble. He swiped between her legs with two fingers and she pulled back, allowing cool air to slide between them.
“It’s gonna happen, B?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. He tapped her hip, urging her closer. “It sure is.”
Pilar frowned and backed off a little bit further.
“But not until you find the right girl, huh?”
Barron sighed deeply and sat up. He reached out and smoothed her hair off her forehead, and then bent over and softly kissed her lips.
“I already found her, Pilar,” he said quietly. “I’ve known her all my life.”
That was all she needed to hear.
Scooting down in the bed, Pilar took his hard dick in her hand. Freeing her other breast, she rubbed his bone all over her titties, gently smacking the head against her nipples as sparks ignited in her pussy. Above her, Barron moaned and started pumping his hips. Pilar craned her neck and opened her mouth. She sucked the head of his chocolate pop into her wetness and slathered it with her tongue. His dick jerked and throbbed under her touch, and she reached down and cupped his balls, jacking, sucking, and squeezing him all at the same time.
Pilar blew Barron’s bone with everything she had in her, trying her best to show him how good life was gonna be when she had his last name and his ring. Just thinking about hooking a rich nig like him turned Pilar on to heights unknown. She felt loose and freaky. Like she wanted to fuck Barron so good he’d want to marry her the next damn day.
Pilar urged him down in the bed, and then positioned herself until her pussy was dripping in his face and his dick was tapping against her lips. They sixty-nined like crazy, licking and sucking and moaning as they went all out to please each other.
Before long their bodies were covered in sweat and the sheets were soaked too. Pilar’s jaw ached deliciously as she bobbed and slobbed all over Barron’s knob, and as his probing tongue whipped her clit and he bit down gently on her pussy meat, she climaxed with a loud scream, shuddering as her orgasm tore through her body with the force of a speeding jet.
“I’m cumming!” Pilar shrieked as she clenched her ass cheeks and ground her wet pussy all over his face. “Oh yes, baby! I’m cumming . . . ooooh, I love you, baby. Yeah, I’m cumming . . . ”
Barron was cumming too, and as he shot his load deep in her mouth and scalded her throat with his warm, thick semen, Pilar could have sworn she heard him mutter, “I love you too, P. I love you too.”
Pilar had been exhausted after her lovely mash up with Barron, and she’d laid in his bed and fallen asleep with a smile on her face. It was dark outside when she woke up, and after taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth, she’d slipped her clothes back on and went looking to see what was going on in the mansion.
She was intending to go back to her suite and tell Ray a good lie about where she had been for so long, but instead something led her in the direction of Fallon’s room. The two of them had always been real tight, and Fallon looked up to Pilar as a sister and as a diva. But for the last couple of days the girl had been acting kinda distant. Not funky, just quiet, which was definitely out of the norm for the wild young teen.
Pilar rounded the corner to Fallon’s room, and the first thing that hit her was the distinct smell of weed wafting down the hall. The second thing that hit her was the faint sound of music she heard. It was a hot rap song by Reem Raw
, spit over a funky stripper’s beat, and Pilar couldn’t believe it was coming from Fallon’s room.
She hurried over to the door and knocked. She could hear the voices rising over the music, and it sounded like somebody was saying, “Yeah, girl! Right there, mami. Work that shit!”
Pushing on the door, Pilar damn near fell into the room, and what she saw made her eyes pop open wide. A he-she was sitting on the sofa with her legs cocked open and her hand stuck down inside her baggy pants. She wore a white doo-rag and a diamond-studded earring, and she was moaning and massaging one of the real big titties that was popping out the top of her wife-beater undershirt.
“Look at all that sweet ass,” the chick muttered, grinding her hips up into her hand as she fucked herself with her fingers. “You fine-ass sexy bitch, you! Roll that shit for daddy, baby. Roll it!”
Spread-legged and stretched out on the rug in front of the sofa was Fallon and Dy-Nasty. They were air fucking, gyrating their hips and making their backbones slip. Fallon’s body looked young and luscious in a hot pink string bikini with the thong string splitting the middle of her birthday cake, and DyNasty’s fat banana booty was in a black stripper’s get-up that showed off her bombastic shape and sexy curves.
“Wind it real slow,” Dy-Nasty instructed Fallon. “Now twerk it hard like this!”
Pilar couldn’t believe her lying-ass eyes. She watched as Dy-Nasty got down in the push-up position, and then bent one knee up to her chest and started bang-womping the floor like she was starring in a marathon fuck-fest. Her booty meat jiggled in lemon ripples and waves, and when Fallon got in position and started doing the same thing, only better, the stud getting off on the couch actually dug deeper into her pussy and moaned out loud as she busted her a big one.
“Fallon!” Pilar hollered. The young girl looked up and jumped a guilty mile, and the dyke on the sofa snatched her wet hand out of her baggy men’s pants. “Get up off that damn floor! What the hell are you doing?” She glared at Dy-Nasty and blasted some heat at her. “Look at your raunchy ass! You’re walking around claiming to be her sister, right? So what the hell are you teaching her?”
Smirking, Dy-Nasty rolled over onto her back and sat up. “I ain’t teaching her shit.” She bent her knees and let her legs fall open and Pilar caught a peek of her curly-haired pussy. “Hell, ain’t no men up in here fuckin’ with her. Besides, she already knows everything she needs to know.”
“Let me explain something to your dumb, ghetto ass,” Pilar exploded. “Fallon is a child, okay? A child. Not a stripper, not a freak, not a two-dollar ho, she’s a child. A young lady. And if her mother knew you were giving her phantom-fuck lessons, and that your old ass”—she turned and blasted on Freddie with a look of pure disgust—“was jacking your imaginary dick like you were at a peep show, both of you twisted bitches would be out the door in two seconds flat!”
“Pilar!” Fallon finally spoke. She put on her bathrobe and tied the belt tightly around her waist. “It wasn’t what it looked like,” she said quietly. “We were just acting crazy and having fun. Nobody touched me. We were just playing. Nothing was going on.”
Pilar looked around the room. A half-empty bottle of Bacardi Light was on the coffee table, two bottles of Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull were on the end table, and a big fat blunt was still smoldering in the ashtray next to Freddie.
“Hell,” Pilar said, shaking her head and waving her hand around the room. As much conniving shit as she did on a daily basis, she had never once corrupted Fallon. The girl was still young, and she was the only sister that Pilar had ever had. She was protective over her and felt responsible for what happened to her. “If you think all this is nothing, Fallon, then I’m really worried about you because you’re just as stupid as these two bitches are.”
Pilar smirked at the two guilty-looking chicks in the room and pointed her finger in both of their faces. “Y’all bitches are some bad-ass influences, you hear? Horrible influences! Fallon.” She looked at her cousin. “Do yourself a big favor and stick to hanging out with your little high school friends. Freddie, you do yourself a favor and stay away from my cousin before I call the cops on your pedophile ass, you got me? And Dy-Nasty?” Pilar shook her head as a sick, disgusted look came over her face. “What the hell was Barron thinking when he dragged you up out of some clogged-up drain? You better hurry up and get that DNA test done, baby. And when the results come back and everybody finds out that you’ve got a little bit of dog in you mixed with a whole lot of skunk, you’re gonna have to pack your shit and get your nasty ass up outta here!”
Tears fell from Fallon’s eyes as she threw her clothes into a suitcase. She was done with the bullshit! Done with all her fucked-up family! Everybody got to do whatever the hell they wanted to do except her. Dane ran a drug den over the damn garage, Jock snuck underage honeys in and out of the pool house every weekend, Selah was steady sipping in the closet, and Barron was banging his own damn cousin!
“And they got the nerve to worry about me?” Fallon screamed into her empty room. Everything had happened so damn fast. One minute she was ballin’ and partying with Freddie and Dy-Nasty, and the next thing she knew Pilar was blasting on her and running off at the mouth to Barron.
Barron. She had never seen her brother so mad before. Fallon had wanted to fight his ass when he busted up in her suite and told Freddie to get the fuck out before he tossed her out. Hold the damn phone! she had screamed. Barron wasn’t her daddy! He didn’t pay her damn bills! Fallon had shocked the hell out of him when she jumped in front of her girlfriend and cursed him out real good. She let that nigga know! She told Barron that if Freddie wasn’t welcome in the house, then she wasn’t staying there neither!
Which was why she was about to get gone right now, Fallon thought as she crept down the steps and out the side door. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked around to the front of the mansion and waited for the cab she had called. While she was waiting, she pulled out her cell phone and called Freddie.
“Hey,” the older woman said when she answered the phone. “Are you okay, baby? I’m sorry I had to dip out on you like that.”
Fallon thought about the way Barron had slung Freddie by her wife beater and banged her head against the wall. Freddie had screamed and jetted. She jumped straight over the coffee table and hit the door like she was running for her life. Fallon fumed. That kinda shit was violence against women! Hell, Freddie wasn’t no real man!
“I’m leaving,” Fallon told her girlfriend. “I’m moving out. I just can’t live with these people no more. It’s time for me to go.” She swallowed hard. “I just called a taxi. Can I come over there and stay with you?”
A big empty pause flooded the phone line. And then Freddie coughed and said, “Um, sorry, baby girl. I’m bunking with my son’s father right now, you know? Sorry, but we ain’t got no room for you over here.”
Fallon sniffed. “I guess I gotta go to that shelter we talked about then.”
“Nah,” Freddie warned her. “Don’t do that shit. Don’t go there, okay? Stay at the crib with your family, Fallon. Ain’t nothing out there on the streets for you, girl.”
Fallon hung up. Being young was no damn fun! Fresh tears were falling from her eyes when her taxi pulled up to the closed gates. Rushing down the walkway, she climbed in the back of the cab and dialed a number she has saved in her phone. The line rang three times before somebody picked up, and when they did, an upbeat voice flooded her ears and said, “You’ve reached The Dallas House of Joy for LGBT youths. How can I help you?”
CHAPTER 21
“I don’t give a damn if that girl really is Sable,” Pilar bitched as her and Barron zipped down the wet streets of Dallas. She had found him reading in his father’s study and spilled the whole pot of beans on Fallon. “You need to keep her slimy Philly ass away from Fallon! And the same thing goes for that old-ass child molester Freddie too! I’m telling you, B. Those two chicks had your sister in there doing some unspeakable shit. They were turning
her out. Both of them.”
Barron’s face was set in a grim mask as he drove. He had wanted to kill that bitch Freddie, but Dy-Nasty was Sable. He was convinced of that. But he didn’t put nothing past her and he couldn’t wait until the vote was over so he could send her grimy ass packing and get her the hell up out of their lives.
“At least Freddie told you where to find Fallon,” Pilar went on, even though Freddie really hadn’t had a choice. Barron had practically kicked the girl’s door down and told her he was gonna set her building on fire if she didn’t bring her ass outside. “Who in the world would have thought to look for her at a shelter for gay teenagers anyway?”
Not me, Barron thought as he clenched his jaw tight and stomped down on the gas. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on with his family, but every last one of them needed to get their shit together, and fast too.
He sped down the highway toward the shelter, feeling the weight of his father’s inheritance on his shoulders. All he wanted to do was find Fallon and get her back home before any of this got back to Selah. Barron was a mama’s boy down to the bone, and the last thing he wanted to do was give his moms any extra shit to worry about.
Thirty minutes later him and Pilar were back on the road and heading home. And with a pissed-off Fallon in the backseat. She had bitched and cried and refused to leave the shelter with him, but Barron had illed so hard that she had ended up in his backseat anyway.
Even though Barron drove fast and mad, he was filled with relief. He wasn’t a helpless seven-year-old no goddamn more. There was no way in hell he was gonna lose another baby sister when it was his job to watch her. He didn’t have no other choice but to get Fallon and bring her back home. His heart couldn’t have taken it any other way.
