Retribution (25 page)

I hold my breath as he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, then drops them. I tell him to keep his red and black striped boxers on. I can see the imprint of his cock. It is swollen, but not brick hard—not,
yet
. I scoot down off the bed and kneel down in front of him. My knees sinking into the carpet as I lean in and kiss the outline of his shaft. Then lick it. Then slowly suck the tip of his hanging dick over his underwear.

I tease him. Nibbling all over the steady-growing dick, then abandoning it, trailing my tongue up the inside of his leg, around his knee, then up his thigh, my wet tongue streaking his skin along the way back up to his crotch.

He moans. “Aaaaah, shit, yo…mmmm…what the fuck…?”

I take a deep breath, reach for the waistband of his boxers and yank them down. I exhale, relieved and pleasantly surprised as my gaze measures the length of his smooth dark dick. It's thick and curved. Nestled in a thick patch of black pubic hair.

I reach for it. Hold it in my hand. Marvel at how hot it is. How heavy it is. I inhale the mixture of soap and his man scent that clings in his pubic hair and wafts from underneath his medium-size balls. They're about the size of golf balls. I cup them. Massage them, then slip them into my mouth, slathering them with a bunch of saliva while wrapping my soft hand over the head of his dick, stroking it, taunting it.

“Aaaah, shiiiit…”

“Does your girl tease your cock with her tongue?” I ask, tracing my tongue along his piss slit, then around the head, slowly sliding it down along each side of his thick shaft. I allow my tongue to lightly flick around his balls, then slide back up the backside of his dick.

He moans.

My lashes flutter as I glance up at him. “Or does she suck you fast and hard and nasty?”

Before he can respond, I plunge his dick all the way into the back of my mouth. It's luxuriously wet with excitement as the head of his dick pushes past my tonsils, the warmth of my throat heating his cock. There aren't too many bitches hungry for the dick the way I am, who can hold a dick in their throat the way I can, for as long as I can. And the niggas who experience a taste of this deep throat usually can't hold out long.

He'll be no exception.

He's already trembling.

Already bucking.

It becomes a game to me. To see how fast I can make a nigga nut.

I grip the back of his thighs as he finally grabs me by the back of my head and bangs his hips hard against my face, his balls rapidly slapping my chin.

I grunt, reach between my thighs, slip two fingers inside my cum-soaked pussy, then pull out and glide them over my swollen clit. I pinch it.

Lamar pulls his dick out and slams it back into my throat over and over again. His balls tighten. I grab his ass. Dig my nails into his flesh, then glide a finger along the center of his crack. He plunges in and out of my neck tunnel.

It's only a matter of time, seconds, before he explodes into my neck.

His legs shake. One knee loses balance and he almost topples over, reaching for the bed to brace himself. He is grunting and growling and clutching the carpet beneath his feet with his toes.

Yes, you horny motherfucker,
I think, sucking him hard. His hand stays clamped around the back of my head.
Give me that hot nut!

He groans, his hips rotating to the pulsing rhythm of my mouth. The way he's grunting and fucking into my mouth, I know it isn't going to take much longer before he is filling my mouth with his hot, creamy seeds.

And he doesn't.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…aah, aaah, aaah…”

I spin his top in less than eight minutes. Pleased.

He staggers, then collapses onto the bed. He turns to face me. His eyes, glossy and dazed. “Goddamn, that shit was good.”

Of course it was.
I grin. Tell him to turn over on his back. “I'm not done with you,” I say crawling on top of him. I position my pussy over his dick, then slide its length along my sopping slit,
bathing it in a fresh batch of my pussy juice. I lean into his ear. “I'm going to suck the life out of you tonight, nigga. By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to forget your own name.”

“Oh, word?”

I shift my body around into the sixty-nine position, taking his dick back into my mouth. I suck him hands free, lowering my pussy onto his mouth. His tongue slinks its way back into my slit. My hands curl in the sheets, clutching them as I ride his tongue.

No, I don't want this nigga. He's simply a pawn, a means to a very dangerous end. But for now, I suck him for everything he is.

And give into the sensations. Ride the wave of pleasure and cum, filling his mouth with everything I am.

A bitch tossed in the middle of a shootout will either drop, or come out a gunslinger…

“M
otherfucker!” I scream into the phone, pacing around my office, my body shaking from the inside out. “You just tried to have me fucking
killed
, you dirty, motherfucking sonofabitch!”

My nerves are wrecked! My heart is pounding. Seven-thirty
A.M.,
I pulled up in front of the salon and the
last
thing I expected—as I stepped out of my car and shut the door and started walking around toward the salon—was to be greeted by fucking gunfire!

But I was!

I had spotted the black GMC with tinted windows up at the corner when I initially pulled up this morning. But I didn't pay it any mind. I shut off the engine and sat in the car for a few minutes, listening to the radio before flipping down my visor and gliding a coat of MAC Russian Red Tinted Lipglass over my lips. Afterward, I fussed with my bang a bit, slid in my diamond hoops, then finally grabbed my handbag and stepped out of the car, setting the alarm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the SUV slowly start driving in my direction. But, again, it didn't cause pause for alarm. So I dismissed it. I figured someone had gotten lost and pulled over to
get directions or take a call. But then something didn't feel right. Ever since my kidnapping, I've been much more alert of my surroundings, canvassing the area around me, taking in every detail. Yet—this morning, for some reason, as I stepped out of my car, my mind rushed back to my night with Lamar. I chuckled to myself thinking about the expression on his face when I told him that I wanted him to fuck my pussy deep, then quickly stopped him when he positioned himself between my legs, gripping the base of his rock-hard dick, attempting to slide it into my slit. “Yo, why you stop me?” he asked, giving me a confused look. “I thought you wanted me to beat this wet pussy up, ma.”

I smirked. “I do. But I'm not talking about
that
pussy.”

I quickly shifted my body, hanging my head over the edge of the bed. I met his gaze upside down and said, “I'm talking about the one down in my neck.” I opened my mouth, extended my tongue out, then welcomed his chocolate dick down in my warm, wet, and waiting throat, reaching my arms up over my head as he straddled my face. I grabbed him by the ass, urging him to pound my neck out. And he did. And that's where my mind was. Stuck on his hard damn dick!

So as I walked toward the salon with lustful thoughts of Lamar's hot creamy nut coating the back of my throat, something told me to glance over my shoulder. It was then that I noticed the truck slowly moving in my direction, and realized that I didn't have the salon's keys in my hand. Usually, I'd already have the keys out and in my hand, but this morning I'd forgotten to take them out of my bag before getting out of the car. It's a blessing in disguise that I hadn't already had them in my hands; otherwise, I might not be standing here.

As soon as I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to dig down
into my bag, I caught a glimpse of the SUV's rear driver's side window slowly rolling down and the tip of a shiny barrel being aimed at me. I don't know if it was instinct or reflex, but I dropped down a split-second before the nigga holding the other end of the gun opened fire, letting out six shots in my direction, missing me completely. But hitting the front of the building. I didn't see his face; all I saw were his eyes.

Everything happened so quickly. I saw the gun. I dropped down low. I heard gunfire. All I saw was my life flashing before my eyes. And I reacted without thinking clearly, pulling out my gun and—in my skirt and stilettos—started chasing the SUV as it sped off, firing back. I shot three rounds, shattering the rear window before the truck turned off down the next block.

Those grimy niggas had
me
running in my fucking heels shooting back at them, like I was on the set of a damn gangster movie. It wasn't until they disappeared that I started shaking and felt something warm trickling down the inner part of my legs.

I had pissed and shitted on myself.

Luckily, I always keep a change of clothes and toiletries here at the salon; otherwise, I would have been fucked.

I kick off my heels. “Really, nigga?!” I yell into the phone, walking into my private bathroom and removing my clothes. “You'd really have dumb-ass motherfuckers doing drive-bys for you, huh, motherfucker? I can't believe this shit! Then again,
yes
I can. You ain't shit, motherfucker!”

This nigga is calm and cool, like he's been smoking blunts all morning. “You tried to bite my muthafuckin' nuts off, yo. My shit's still fucked up. You got a muhfuckin' restrainin' order on me ‘n' you tryna fuck me outta my paper. I tol' you, Pasha, I'ma see you. I got eyes and ears e'erywhere, yo. That's all you need to
know, baby. I want my muthafuckin' money, Pasha. I ain't fuckin' 'round wit' you, yo. Pull that shit outta the bank ‘n' let me get into them safes at the crib—”

“Nigga, you had me
shot
at!” I yell at the top of my lungs. “I'm not giving you a motherfucking thing! You hear me, nigga?! Not a mother…
fucking
…thing! You want it, come take it. I got a bullet waiting for your black ass when you get here! I know your lil puppets told you what I did to the back of that fucking truck! Don't
fuck
with me, Jasper!”

He laughs. “Oh, you really wanna be on some gangsta shit now, huh, Pasha? You done got you a lil firearm ‘n' some range time ‘n' now you think you ready to rock wit' the big dogs. But check it, yo. You a lightweight, baby. You started this shit, yo. Tryna bite my muthafuckin' shit off, then pullin' heat out on a muhfucka, like that shit's gravy. Then you cracked my shit open wit' it. I had'a get stitches fuckin' wit' ya dumb ass.”

“Good, nigga! Next time you'll get a toe-tag!”

“Yeah, aiight, Pasha. Keep poppin' shit. I got some shit for ya ass; real shit. Now all of a sudden you wanna get a spine. Fuck outta here, yo. Give me my shit, Pasha, ‘n' we can part. It's obvious you got all this hate for a muhfucka, like you still holdin' on to shit.”

“I've
always
had a spine, motherfucker. But know this: even the
spineless
have a breaking point. You coming up in here putting your hands on me was probably the best thing you did. You pushed me to the fucking limit, Jasper. Now I'ma show you what kind of
spine
I have, motherfucker!”

“Pasha, I ain't tryna take it to ya skull on the strength of my son 'cause I want him to have his moms, but you…”

“Your
son?”
I screech, stopping in the middle of the floor, placing a hand on my hip. “Motherfucker! You have got to be fucking
kidding
me! You're motherfucking crazy! You don't give a
fuck
about
my
son! He is the same son you almost
beat
out of me, or have you forgotten that little known fact?”

“Okay, here you go wit' this shit, again. Fuck outta here, yo. I ain't tryna hear that shit. Is ya ass dead, yo? Is my son dead, huh?
No
. If I wanted either one'a ya asses boxed, that's what the fuck woulda happened, yo. So fall back from that bullshit, Pasha. I wanna see my son.”

“Oh, now you want to see
your
son. Nigga, please! All you been talking about is
your
money. Now all of a sudden you talking about you want to see
your
son. Motherfucker, if you wanna see Jaylen, then take me to court because that's the
only
way you're going to ever see him.”

“Yo, Pasha, real shit. I'm tellin' you, yo. Don't fuckin' play wit' me. I ain't tryna have you touched. But you keep pressin' it, yo. We can peace this shit up now, ya heard me? Let me see my son ‘n' run me my shit—
all
of it—'n' we good. Real shit, Pasha. I'm tryna be nice to ya dumb ass. But you really fuckin' pushin' it, yo.”

“Fucking bastard! I'ma show
you
who can get
touched,
motherfucker! You got eyes on me?! Well, guess, what, motherfucker?!
Now
I got eyes on you. So instead of watching me, you had
better
start watching yourself, motherfucker!”

My hands are shaking.

I still can't believe this shit! Me in a fucking shootout! Me! Running in motherfucking heels, ducking and dodging bullets, chasing behind a fucking truck shooting and screaming like a madwoman!

“Nigga, you're lucky I don't call the police on your black ass right now and have them lock your fucking ass up for violating the restraining order!”

“Oh, word? It's like that? You dry-snitchin' on muhfuckas now, like your whore-ass cousin did you, right?”

I
tsk
. “Oh, now she's a
whore-ass
. But it was all good when she was all up in your ear and down on her fucking knees telling you shit about me. Nigga, don't compare me to her. I'm nothing like that two-faced bitch who
you
were fucking and letting suck your dick. So don't go there.”