Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Side Chicks

by N'Dia Rae

  “You wanna be free?” I asked, while easing my fingers deeper inside her, eventually reaching her g-spot.

  “Uh huh.” She could barely speak.

  “You not free tho. You my bitch. Don’t ever let me catch you without panties unless it’s in my office. You got that?”

  “Yes baby,” she whimpered. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as if she was going to come and I was only fingering her.

  She wasn’t going to bust that easily. Swiftly, I slid my fingers out of her, causing her to exhale out loud.

  I slipped my wet fingers to her mouth and she willingly sucked them.

  “That’s right, taste that shit. Taste your pussy.” I lightly chuckled, while my hand was still around her neck.

  Once I took my hand out of her mouth, I also released my hand from around her neck.

  She looked up at me sheepishly, unsure of what to do next. I didn’t give her too much time. I placed my hand to her head and pushed her down, forcing her to her knees.

  “I miss sucking your dick, baby,” she whispered as she undid my belt buckle and pants.

  “Then suck it. Hurry up.”

  My pants dropped to the floor and she whipped all ten inches out. Wasting no time, she tongued my balls, immediately sending my eyes to the back of my head.

  I love my wife, but if she don’t learn to suck on my balls, I may never stop messing with other women.

  Kinasha’s tongue slipped around my sack before she made them disappear in her mouth. No matter how many times she has done it, I always watch in amazement. I looked down at her but her eyes were closed. She moaned as if she were the one receiving oral sex.

  Still with her eyes shut, she slipped my balls out her mouth and trailed her tongue around the tip of my dick. Tasting my pre-cum, she moaned again.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” I demanded. Doing as she was told, she locked eyes with mine and began wildly licking around the tip of my dick. Before I knew it, she slid my entire rod in her mouth.

  Bobbing her head up and down, she slobbered all over me, making my black dick glisten. The best part was that she remained staring at me.

  “That’s right baby, suck that dick,” I whispered before placing my hand to the back of her head.

  Assisting her, I pushed her head down on my dick. The deeper I went into her throat the wetter her mouth became.

  A lone tear trickled down her eye as she worked her mouth around me.

  “Make me cum,” I ordered. And what came next, I was not ready for. While my dick was in her mouth, she managed to also lick my balls. After about 30 seconds of that, I busted down her throat, the biggest nut. And like a pro, she swallowed every single drop.

  Even licked the tip for any residual cum after she was done.

  “Are you still mad at me?” she asked with a puppy dog look in her eyes while standing on her knees.

  “Yep. Get up,” I said, despite my knees wobbling. I felt as if they were going to buckle and I was going to fall to the ground. But I held my composure.

  Following my commands, she stood up from the ground and pulled my hand to bring me in her bedroom.

  When we got there, I ripped her dress off of her. It tore down the back but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “My dress!” she cried.

  “Fuck that shit. If you were naked like I told you to be, then it wouldn’t have gotten torn,” I replied.

  Despite wearing no panties, she was wearing a lacy pink bra. I unclasped it and threw it to the ground before lifting her up and tossing her little ass on the bed.

  I turned her over and forced her on her hands and knees.

  “Lick my pussy,” she whispered.

  “Nah, you on punishment,” I responded.

  Instead of acknowledging her request, I anchored myself behind her, staring at that pink treasure.

  She was glistening and it was easy to see that she was ready to take this dick. I lifted it to her and began to massage her clit with my tip. She moaned and clutched at the sheets.

  Rather than prolong the tease, I slipped my dick in her tight cunt.

  “Oh shit!” she cried, but I remained focused.

  My eyes were glued to the magnificent sight of seeing her teeny pussy conform to my girth. That shit was like magic.

  I watched as her walls clenched me as I slowly moved out, making her even wetter with every stroke.

  “Yes, baby,” she moaned as she arched her little ass even more. I grabbed a hold of her long hair and wrapped it around my fingers while slamming into her. Her grip was stronger than a pit bull’s jaw.

  “I’m about to cum!” she shrieked as she erupted on my dick while burying her face into the mattress. Her fingers gripped the sheets but I didn’t slow down.

  I marveled at the frosting she left on me as I plunged in and out of her. Unable to take any more of my strokes, she brought her hand to my thighs, trying to push me away. But I wasn’t having it.

  “Where you think you going?” I asked while grabbing her hands behind her back. She screamed my name and bit at the sheets while I continued to stroke her. Before I knew it, I felt the urge to cum. Quickly, I pulled my rod out of her and said, “Suck it.”

  Kinasha turned around and devoured me once again while I gushed into the back of her throat. Like a ravenous beast, she swallowed and sucked every drop once again. My toes curled in ecstasy as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  Finally she came up for air and laid back down on the bed, gazing up at me. I tumbled beside her, closing my eyes for a moment, making sure I didn’t fall asleep.

  “Why don’t you stay the night?” she cooed as she trailed her fingers over my chest.

  That was my cue to get the hell up.

  “I can’t. I gotta go.” I jumped out of the bed and reached for my clothes and phone. When I checked the time, it was well after midnight. I knew that Nova would be knocked out and too tired to talk about her mother. I would be able to sneak in and take a shower before slipping into bed.

  “Why do you always do that? Why can’t you ever spend real time with me?” Kinasha’s voice interrupted my thoughts of scheming.

  “Don’t start this shit again. I came over even though I told you I had somewhere else to be. If you wanna stop doing this, fine. We can stop but my situation isn’t going to change,” I spat while pulling my pants up.

  “Fuck you Ty!” she screamed at me.

  “Peace.” I shrugged her off before gathering my things and jetting out the door.

  She does this every single time, but tomorrow morning, she’ll be acting like my best friend again.

  6

  Nova

  T he past few days had been a blur. Tyriq had been working late to secure his impending promotion. And I’ve been ducking my mother’s phone calls. The fact that she was getting married to a man she barely knew irritated me to no end. This woman was the queen of making terrible decisions.

  Today I was spending my Saturday shopping with Misa before I met up with my husband for dinner. Together we rode to Pentagon City in my champagne colored Lexus. While we traveled there, I told her all about my mother’s situation with her new fiancé.

  “That is ridiculous, Nova!” She shook her head as I pulled into the parking lot.

  “I know, girl. His kids were there, accusing them of sleeping around behind their mother’s back. It was a mess. And now she’s blowing up my phone.”

  I backed into the space and turned the ignition off.

  “But enough of that. What’s going on with you and Xavier?”

  “I called that little bitch. She was so damn rude. Nova, I just can’t believe Xavier would put me through this.” Misa began to choke on her words as tears filled her eyes.

  “I already told you, leave him. It’s not worth the headache.”

  “And I already told you, I cannot do that. He is the one with the money. And I can’t raise these children without him. I just need him to stop seeing that hoe!”

  “Have your bro
ther take care of it,” I suggested, with a sinister grin.

  Her brother was a kingpin named Chop, and he could handle getting rid of a little bitch. Especially a bitch getting in the way of his sister’s happiness.

  “I can’t have Chop kill my husband. That would be too messy, since my brother is an ADA,” she protested.

  However, she missed what I was saying.

  “No, he shouldn’t kill Xavier. He should get rid of the girl.”

  I know that seems fucked up, that I would suggest that a thot should die. But these bitches needed to learn. They can’t just ruin people’s families and get away with it. They’re so worthless. Those hoes scar children, suck money from men, and wreak havoc in everyone’s lives.

  One less hoe in the streets could save many families. That bitch has to go.

  “You might be onto something. I’ll def speak with Chop.”

  We exited the car and headed into the mall. As we drifted in and out of stores, we each picked up some cute clothes. I bought a sexy lacy black dress from BCBG and a pair of taupe Alexander McQueen heels for my dinner with Tyriq.

  Misa bought a few pairs of jeans and something for the kids. As we stepped into the MAC store I received another phone call from my mother. Fed up with her blowing my phone up, I finally decided to answer.

  “Yes Toni,” I sighed.

  “Look who finally decided to answer.” Her sarcasm grated my nerves.

  “What do you want Toni?” I asked.

  “I am your mother! Show me some damned respect,” she snarled.

  “I’ll show you some damned respect when you show yourself some respect. How are you going to get engaged to a man you barely know? And right after his wife died?!”

  “For your information, we are officially married now. We eloped yesterday. Skye went with us as a witness since you and his children were acting stubborn. We decided to go get married at the courthouse. I was just calling you to let you know.”

  I was too tired of my mother’s antics to care. Instead, I was more upset that my sister didn’t say anything to me.

  “Congratu-fuckin’-lations,” I replied before hanging up and returning back to the MAC counter.

  “Who was that?” Misa asked as she tried on different shades of purple lipstick.

  “My mother. She and that rusty football player got married.”

  “She wasted no time!”

  “And that’s what the problem is,” I surmised, turning back to the make-up brushes, blushes, and eye shadows.

  * * *

  W hen I got home after shopping with Misa, my intentions were to hop in the shower and start on my make-up for my dinner out with Tyriq. He still wasn’t home yet from getting work done in the office. My man was so dedicated to his job that he went in on many Saturdays so that he could be ahead.

  Dropping my bags near the stairs, I looked around at the place I was blessed to call mine. Our modern furniture from West Elm was sleek, not scuffed, and was without stains. All DVDs and books were standing perfectly on their shelves. And our white carpet was free of blemishes. Our home was perfectly neat, the benefits of not having children.

  Even though I enjoyed the luxury of coming into a well put together place, I would trade it in for a few children running around. But I know that my husband wants to wait. So, I’ll be patient, waiting for the day that he makes me a mother.

  Fresh out the shower in my terry cloth robe, I cleared the foggy mirror so that I could begin working on my face. As I applied moisturizer, I heard the alarm beep. Tyriq was home. My belly fluttered as if a thousand butterflies had taken space there.

  Years into our union and he still excited me as if I were a teenage girl with a persistent crush. I closed the door to the bathroom to shield my beauty regimen. Despite us being married, he never saw what it took me to become beautiful. I never allowed him to see my entire routine.

  That’s where bitches mess up. They get too comfortable with their men. There’s no mystery and once that’s gone, he treats you like he’s used to you. And that’s when his eye begins to wander to something new. Something mysterious. At least that’s how it’s been in my past.

  Every boyfriend I had before Tyriq cheated on me. And I was determined to keep Tyriq from cheating on me. I tried to be the most perfect wife for him. And in return, he adores me. And hasn’t cheated on me.

  Once I finished applying my make-up and fixing my hair, I opened the bathroom door, still dressed in my robe. Tyriq was standing in the room, glancing down at his cell phone, with a frustrated look on his face.

  “Show me what’s under that robe.” He grinned when he looked up from the phone.

  “Don’t we have a reservation?” I bit down on my bottom lip.

  “Yeah, but I’m starving for you.”

  His strong hands reached into my robe and landed on my ass. He squeezed me as he brought his lips to my neck and began to suckle me, causing my knees to grow weak. I could feel them buckling under the touch of his tongue to my flesh.

  Slowly, he knelt down and dropped my robe around my ankles. Reaching from behind, he grabbed my ass and planted his face between my thighs before lifting me up and carrying me to the bathroom.

  I loved how strong he was. All of those hours in the gym paid off. He was able to lift me up on his shoulders and carry me all over this damn house.

  When we got into the bathroom, he planted me down on the counter with my legs stretched apart. Feverishly, his tongue whipped around my clit, causing me to tremble. My heart pounded against my sternum while I clutched onto the sink with one hand and his back with the other.

  He was still wearing a crisp white shirt from when he went into the office. My manicured nails dug into his shirt as the sensations spread throughout my body like an uncontrollable wildfire.

  I had no control over anything as he held me close to his face. My body was burning with passion and not even the cold sink pressed to my ass could cool me down.

  With my smooth brown legs draped over his shoulder, he slid his index and middle finger into my love tunnel and began to toy with my g-spot. Unable to take it anymore, I banged my head against the mirror and began to squirt all over his face. He sopped me up like I was a melting sundae that he didn’t want to waste.

  My heart exploded out of my chest as my breath rapidly escaped me. Vision blurry, skin tingly, I slumped against the mirror as he came up.

  Laughing, he reached for a towel and cleaned his face.

  “Our reservation is at 8:00. Let me hop in the shower really quickly,” he finally said as I slid from off the sink.

  While he was in the shower, I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I slid into the lacy black dress that made my cleavage pop and my waist appear tiny. The stilettos made my calf muscles look amazing and I knew that when my husband got out of the shower, his jaw was going to drop. Hell, he may not have wanted to even go anywhere.

  Once out of the shower, he got dressed in a navy sport coat, a pale blue button up, and a pair of black slacks. The diamond cufflinks in his wrists were blinding, matching the studs that pierced his ears. He looked scrumptious enough to devour. But I held my composure, because I was hungry as hell. I hadn’t eaten anything since my tryst at the mall with Mia.

  “I got something for you,” he announced before stepping behind me. I could hear the opening of a jewelry case.

  “What did you get me?” My face lit up with joy. He was always surprisingly me with things. Last week it was a tennis bracelet. The week before that, it was a real python bag.

  “Shhhh…” he responded, while draping a cold necklace around my neck. With precision, he fastened the clasps.

  My curious fingers reached for the new piece of jewelry, gliding over what felt like diamonds.

  “Go look at yourself in the mirror,” he encouraged with a hint of cockiness steeped in his voice. Whatever was around my collar must have been luxurious.

  And when I looked at my reflection, my presumptions were confirmed. It was the diamond necklac
e he saw me lust over in the Miami Harry Winston. We vacationed in South Beach about a month ago. One day while strolling down the street, this spectacular piece of jewelry caught my eye. However, when I saw the price was $50,000, I quickly turned my attention away.

  “How can you afford this?” I gasped while gushing over the brilliance of the diamonds.

  “Don’t ask me no shit like that. It’s yours, I got it,” he snapped, forcing me to immediately feel bad for questioning him.

  “I’m sorry, you’re right. And I do love it. Its beautiful.”

  “You deserve it, baby.” He planted a kiss on my cheek, making me feel warm all over.

  This was going to be a good night.

  7

  Tyriq

  W hen we arrived at Sax , a French restaurant in downtown D.C., I paid for a valet. My wife looked gorgeous tonight, as always. Her silky skin glinted underneath the moonlight and it took everything in me to not cancel the reservation and take her ass back in the house.

  I wanted to taste her pussy again. Yeah, I know I cheat on her, but I never eat another hoe’s pussy. There are some things I reserve for my wife.

  Placing my hand at her lower back, we entered the restaurant, where the hostess guided us to a balcony table overlooking the entire place. It had been a few weeks since we had a real date since I had been so caught up with work. I really was trying to secure this promotion.

  “What are you thinking about getting?” she asked me while her eyes scanned the decadent menu.

  “Surf and turf. That Kobe beef with lobster sounds delicious.” My stomach growled at the description of the dish. I didn’t even wince when I saw the price of $145. Fuck it, sometimes you have to treat yourself.

  “What about you?” I asked her in return.

  “The salmon or the scallops. I can’t decide.” Her eyes never lifted off of the menu.

  “Get both,” I suggested.

  Her eyes lifted from the menu and stared at mine as if to say, are you serious?

  “Get both. Eat a little bit of them each and take the rest home. You shouldn’t have to only pick one. Get whatever you like.” I tried to treat my lady to whatever she wanted. It was my goal to ensure that she never wanted for anything. No matter what it took.