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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
 
GAVIN MILLS
 
“Shit, what the hell was I thinking, going over Merlin’s house at this time of night?” I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. I had left his house looking stupid, but the image of Cojo naked was burned in my mind; even the fight with my brother wasn’t enough to keep me away. I had to have her again, there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I was going to have to devise a way to get Merlin out of the house so I could at least talk to Cojo and see where her head was at.
I didn’t really want to go home, but I knew that I had to do something before I broke down Cojo’s door or did something else foolish. I didn’t quite understand why I was so attracted to her. Maybe it was the forbidden fruit aspect of it. Although she was beautiful, there was more to it than that.
Merlin’s stupid ass didn’t even know what to do with that little freak. Shit, there ain’t no way I would have been out trying to pick a fight instead of in that bedroom tearing that shit up. My dick started to rise as I thought about her round, soft ass and the way that it had filled my hands.
I was sexually frustrated in a way that I hadn’t been since I was a teenager, and the thought of going back to my mother’s house to beat my meat wasn’t the least bit appealing. Knowing her ass, she would knock on the damn door right before I shot my load into my pillowcase. Then I would want to beat her ass for adding to my already blue balls.
I decided to drive down Cleveland Avenue to see if I could see some hoes on the stroll. It had been a while since I’d been in Atlanta. I didn’t really know where to go to find some free fun since I had little money in my pocket to pay for a piece of ass. I was hoping to find some hot young thang who wouldn’t mind stretching out on the back seat of my car or sucking my dick as I drove around the block.
I rubbed my dick in anticipation. It was late, however, and most young girls were probably in the house, but I was too heated to go home unsatisfied.
 
 
“Bingo.” I slowed my car down as I came up on a woman walking down the street like she had lost her best friend. I rolled down my window. Her shirt was clinging to her skin, and I could see sweat rings under her arms as she walked under the street lamp. She appeared to have been walking for some time because she walked like each step hurt. I drove even slower. I expected her to notice me and solicit her goodies, but she must have been lost in thought because she didn’t even look up.
I pulled up next to her at the curb. “Excuse me, miss. I’m a little lost. I’m trying to get back to I-20. Can you help me?”
“Huh?” Her head snapped up and she looked all around as if she was unaware of her surroundings. She was young, very young, just like I liked them.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, but I was wondering if you could help me find the highway.”
She stood still for a few seconds before she took a hesitant step toward the car. She didn’t come too close, but she came close enough so that I didn’t have to speak as loud.
I didn’t expect her to be scared, especially since she was on a well-known ho stroll. As she got closer, I was able to get a better look at her face and her perky breasts, which strained against her soaked shirt.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know. I’m not from around here.” She backed up a step and looked around as if she were suddenly afraid.
“Oh, okay.” I started to pull off because she was giving me a bad vibe.
She looked around again and yelled out to me, “Wait.”
I put on the brakes and tried to hide the smile that spread across my face. It was hot as hell outside, so I knew she would prefer being in a car with me to humping down the street in her high-ass heels. My dick throbbed as I watched the indecision play across her pretty face.
“Yes?” I kept my tone even so as not to scare her off. I didn’t want her to know how badly I needed her. Truth be told, she could have been bat-shit ugly with one tooth in her head. As long as she looked clean, and had a pussy, I was game. I always kept a condom or two in my wallet, so I wasn’t worried about anything else.
“Can I trouble you for a ride?”
“Uh . . .” I didn’t want to appear eager so I hesitated.
“Please? I had a fight with my boyfriend, and I want to get out of this neighborhood before he comes back.” She took two steps closer to the car and my dick thumped against my zipper.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t want no trouble. I’m just trying to find my way home.” I sat up straight in my seat as she came closer to the car.
“I won’t be no trouble, but I’ve been walking for a long time and my feet are killing me.” She leaned into my open window with her breasts inches from my mouth.
“I hear what you’re saying, but what if your man comes running up on me and wants to start something? I can’t take that chance, I’m new to Atlanta. I’m stationed at Fort McPherson Army base.”
“Please, mister, I promise it will be okay.”
I didn’t say anything for several seconds. My eyes scanned the streets and my rearview mirror. I even turned around to look out the back window to make it seem like I was worried. In all reality, I wished a motherfucker would run up on me tonight. I was ready for a real fight after that bullshit stunt Merlin pulled.
“Come on.” I leaned over and opened the passenger side door.
She ran as fast as her heels would allow to get to the other side of the car. Her face was twisted up in a grimace that wasn’t appealing at all. She plopped into the seat and shut the door. “Thank you,” she said as she glanced over her shoulder.
“Put your seatbelt on.” I pulled back on to the street, happy with this turn of events.
She was fumbling around with the seatbelt so I reached over to help her. She jumped at the contact.
“Relax, ma, I was just trying to help you. I’d hate to get pulled over for driving without a seatbelt.”
She visibly relaxed and allowed me to hand her the seatbelt. Once she was settled, I picked up speed.
“The highway can’t be far from here. Where do you live?” For a second I thought she didn’t hear me, because she didn’t answer. “My name is Merlin Mills, what’s yours? I purposely meant to use my brother’s name. Old habits were hard to break.
“That’s interesting. Never met a black man by the name of Merlin.” She took off her shoes and started massaging her feet.
“I smell stinky feet.” I was laughing when I said it so she wouldn’t take offense.
“My feet don’t stink. She attempted to put her shoes back on.
“Hey, I was just kidding. You don’t have to put them back on until it’s time for you to get out.”
She still hadn’t volunteered her name, but I wasn’t going to press her until she was ready to talk. Truth be told, I could give two plug nickels about her name. All I wanted from her was some head and some of that fine, young pussy. I could almost smell it, like it was some expensive perfume she wore.
“So what was the fight about?” I didn’t know if she was going to answer the question, but I put it out there. Perhaps if I came across as an older brother she would start to trust me.
“How old are you?” She was very good at evading questions.
“Twenty-two.” I was really twenty-five, but that was on a need-to-know basis, and she didn’t need to know.
“You don’t look twenty-two.”
“How old do I look?” If she said thirty, I was going to put her out at the next corner, pussy or not. I waited for a few heartbeats with my foot hovering over the brake.
“I would have said eighteen.” She giggled as she said it, and my ego inflated like a helium balloon. She sat back in the seat like she had known me all of her life.
I started to feel more confident that I was going to get what I wanted. She was still massaging her foot.
“If you put one of your feet on my lap, I’ll massage it for you.”
She looked at me with this quizzical expression on her face, and I was afraid that I’d scared her away, but she hesitantly handed me her right foot. It rested on my thigh, and I firmly massaged it while keeping my other hand on the wheel. She folded her left leg on the seat, and I handled her other foot. Her legs were spread like a check mark lying upside down.
“Um, that feels so good,” she murmured as her head rested against the window.
I looked over at her and her eyes were closed. I smiled. Things were going a lot better than I thought they would. She had to be young because no experienced woman would allow herself to be in this situation. She didn’t know me from Adam, but she was wide open for me.
“Thanks, it’s what I used to do before I joined the Army.” The lies were just rolling off my tongue.
“What you used to do? What’s that supposed to mean?” She raised her head up off the window. She was tall, at least five feet six, and probably weighed about 135 pounds.
“By profession I’m a masseur. The Army is a temporary hustle. I set up in hair salons and fitness clubs to help people relax.”
“Oh, that’s nice. I never met a masseur before.”
We traveled for a few more miles without conversation. I kept firm pressure on her right foot, and she continued to moan softly.
“How’s your other foot?”
“It still hurts.”
“Put that one up here too, and I’ll work on it.”
If she were paying attention, she would have realized that we were driving around in a big circle. I knew exactly where I was, and I was in no hurry to get to the highway. In fact, we were now driving down the same street that I’d picked her up on.
She placed both of her feet in my lap. She could have removed the right foot, but she didn’t. She must have liked the way my hands felt on her. As I massaged her left foot, her moans got louder.
“You’re good. I’d pay money for a full-body massage.”
I started trying to calculate how much money I had left in my pocket. I was ready to get a hotel room so I could show her just how good I could make her feel. Inside and out.
“Thanks, it’s a job I enjoy.”
“Do you do men too?”
“That would be a no. I do this job because I enjoy it, and there is nothing enjoyable about rubbing my hands on another man.”
She giggled again, this time louder. “You’re funny. I like you, Merlin. You have the hands of a magician.” She laughed at her own joke.
“If you only knew.” I was growing tired of waiting. As much as I enjoyed touching her feet, I needed more.
She said, “We went to a frat party with some of his friends.”
Her voice was so low I could barely hear her. I wanted to tell her to get to the point so we could get to fucking, but I kept my peace, as painful as it was to do.
“He got to drinking and paying more attention to his boys than me, and I was ready to go home. He called me a few ugly names and told me that if I wanted to leave I knew where the door was.”
“Wow, how long had you been dating this jerk?”
“For about seven months. I don’t know what got into him tonight. He was acting like a stranger.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Angie, my name is Angie Simpson.”
“Nice to meet you, Angie.” I continued to rub her feet. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to get this little honey in either the back seat or to a cheap hotel room.
“You can stop driving around in circles now and take me home.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
 
GAVIN MILLS
 
I thought I was going to have to trick my way into Angie’s panties but she turned the script on me. As soon as the door closed, she turned into a wild woman. In fact, she kind of scared me for a minute. Now, I don’t see nothing wrong with an aggressive woman, but damn, hold the fuck up for a minute. She gripped my dick like she wanted to keep it as a souvenir after I went home.
“Hold up, honey, that shit is still attached.”
She looked at me like she was about to punk me and put my ass out, but I didn’t want to get this close to pussy and not get any, so I smiled.
“I’m just saying, take your time. I ain’t going nowhere.” I squeezed her ass.
“Are you out your rabbit-ass mind? This is my parents’ house, we’ve got to hit it and quit it if you want this to happen.” She stood before me with her hands on her hips like she was about to change her mind about the whole thing, and I couldn’t have that.
I moved in close and pulled her to me. I damn near smothered her with my lips as I tongued her down. I now felt the same sense of urgency that she felt. I began grabbing at her clothes. I wanted her naked in the worst way, and I guess she felt the same way because she also began pawing at my clothes.
Since my clothing was limited, I winced when I heard a button pop off and roll on the floor, but I would make sure to remember to grab before I left so I could sew it back on later. I gently pushed her away from me so I could take off my own clothes. She stood there for a moment, but when she saw that I was removing my own shirt, she started taking off her clothes as well.
We were in the living room and, from the looks of it, this was where we were about to consummate this new relationship.
“I like it rough, daddy.” She bent over the sofa and exposed her apple bottom to my eager dick.
I was already excited when I saw her shapely ass, but when she said she liked it rough, I damn near blew my load into the air. What exactly did she mean by
rough
? Did she want me to spank her ass or did she just want me to give it to her hard? I was perfectly willing and able to handle it either way. “Where you want it?” Visions of nasty acts danced in my head. It was rare to find someone as young as Angie who was into the really nasty things. Normally they didn’t acquire the really kinky taste until they were at least thirty-five.
“I want you to ram that big dick so far up my ass that it comes out my mouth.”
I was outdone. My prayers had been answered. Angie was a nasty girl, and I was about to give it to her. I could not believe that old dude slept on this shit. “Did you let old dude hit it like this?” I normally didn’t like to discuss other men while I was about to get my groove on, but this whole night was just like a dream to me. I could not believe that things were turning out just as I had planned.
“Are you just going to talk or are you going to show me what you are working with?” She wagged her naked ass at me.
This chick was bold and brassy. If I wasn’t careful, she could very well turn me out. I brought it to her hard, and I stifled the moan that attempted to escape from my lips. She was tight, but access was easy. I was surprised at how receptive she was, and it only excited me more.
“Harder.”
Damn, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. This bitch was allowing me to give it to her like I was grilling her pussy.
“Fuck my asshole harder, goddammit!”
“Oh, you think you can take all of this?” I boasted. I was feeling quite good about myself at this point. Not only was I in those panties, I was dick deep in that ass.
“Stop talking and keep fuckin’.” Her voice was guttural and deep.
If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that Regan from
The Exorcist
had entered the room. I dug deeper, hoping to give her what she was looking for, and to achieve my own desires as well.
She rammed her ass against my thrusts. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
The pressure was on and her nasty talking was about to push me over the edge. I wasn’t used to having a woman talk trash to me and it was messing with my mind.
“If you want me to give it to you right, you may want to shut the fuck up.” As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I had fucked up. I felt her shut down and push my dick out of her ass. “Damn, baby, I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to let you know that your talking took me out of the moment.”
“No problem. Your comment took me out of the moment too, so we’re both shit out of luck. Just let me get to my battery-operated dick and I’ll be okay.” She started to get off the sofa and it pissed me off.
“Bitch, get your ass back on the couch.” I was heated.
“Bitch? Who you calling a bitch? I got your bitch.” She reached up under the sofa, brought out a baseball bat, and proceeded to hit me with it. Talk about an error in judgment; this bitch was crazy. She cracked me over my arm, and I swore that she broke it.
“Are you crazy?” I started to call her bitch again, but I knew what would result from that. I just wanted to calm her ass down enough so I could bust my nut. As it was, my arms were hurting from the beating she had given me, but I still had an erection. “Damn, baby, I like your attitude. Back that ass up on my dick.” I raised up on my knees and scooted to the middle of the sofa. I was about to take this shit to another level. If things went my way, I would have her screaming for her momma.
She backed her shapely ass up in the air, and I plunged into her pussy as if I were trying to break through to the other side. “That’s right, fuck me,” she yelled.
That was it for me. I came and I was through. My dick shriveled and escaped her pussy. I never felt so dejected in my life. I couldn’t hang with her young ass.
“Don’t tell me you’re done. I’m not having that. You’re gonna fuck me longer than that. I am just getting started.”
She probably shouldn’t have said that because I was about to whup her ass. I wasn’t about to have some young-ass chick dictate to me what she was and wasn’t going to have.
“Come again?” I wanted to make sure I heard her before I choked her ’til she was woozy.
“I didn’t stutter. Are you going to give me some dick or not?”
That was it, lights out on the young pussy. I snatched her neck and held on until she passed out and she could not say another word. Then I beat the bitch up. Case closed as far as this bitch was concerned.
I continued to squeeze her neck as I jacked off. I rammed my dick inside of her and that was the biggest nut that I’d ever busted, especially since she didn’t utter a word. I had no idea it was possible to choke someone with one hand. Fear about what I’d done did not dawn on me until the last little solider had made its way into her pussy.
“I’ve got to kill this bitch and get rid of the evidence,” I said to myself, but I felt like I was in complete control of the situation. It wasn’t my fault that she got a little mouthy and wound up dead. I searched around the room for my pants that I had discarded earlier. Most women didn’t understand that their wicked mouths brought on most of their problems.
Why did she have to start talking about my performance as if I hadn’t been doing a damn thing? If she would have been able to keep control of her pie hole, she would be alive right now and basking in my arms. Once I secured my clothing, I looked around the room to decide the best way to cover the evidence. I didn’t touch much in the room, but I couldn’t chance a smear of a fingerprint here and there, so I decided to torch the house.
I left Angie’s crumpled body on the floor between the sofa and coffee table as I went in search of something that would help me set the place on fire. Time was not on my side since I knew she lived with her parents. If I were caught in the house, I would be facing life for real.
In the carport, I found what I was looking for. A full can of gasoline was sitting next to the push mower. I was surprised that they would leave it out in the open, especially since the gas prices were so high, but that was their problem, not mine. I picked up the can and raced back to the living room. I wanted the focus of the fire to be downstairs so that all evidence of me being in the home would be destroyed. I even poured a liberal amount of gas upstairs. Once I emptied the entire can, I struck a match, put it into the can, and tossed it into the living room.
The explosion was minor but the effect was immediate. I watched tiny plumes of fire etch their way through the house. I jumped into my car and sped away, hoping that there were no nosey neighbors watching my speedy getaway.
Wow, I had no idea that the house would catch fire as quickly as it did. Curiosity got the better of me, so I drove back and parked my car on the side of the road to watch. Shit, my dick got hard as I watched those flames leap from the downstairs windows to the upper floors. What a rush! All these crazy-ass motherfuckers out here just robbing houses and not getting the pussy was crazy. They needed to redo their shit and get something for their efforts. Once I confirmed the house was engulfed in flames, I was happy. Angie was dead.
I sat and watched as long as I could before I pulled away from the scene. I could hear fire trucks in the distance, and I wanted to make sure that I was long gone before they got there. I wasn’t about to be one of those idiots who stayed at the scene and wound up getting arrested because he had no real reason to be there.
I could still smell Angie on my hands because we had gotten very physical. When I get home, I would have to sneak past my mother because I reeked of sex. It was difficult to believe that a random pick up could lead to murder, but I had no regrets. She had no business trying to clown me after I had served it up to her. She wasn’t appreciative, so the bitch deserved to die. My mind floated back to when I had sex with my brother’s wife. She didn’t complain, so why did I have to hear that shit from some random chick?
Fuck that, I don’t think so!
 
 
As I parked at my mother’s house, I checked the car to make sure the cunt hadn’t left any telltale evidence. I looked around, making sure that I wasn’t being observed as I got out of the car. It would be just my luck to get away with murder and get caught by some damn bullshit. After a few minutes, I was comfortable that I’d gotten away with murder again. I didn’t know about the next guy, but I was comfortable with escaping a death sentence when I eradicated someone who was threatening my welfare.
“Bitches beware!” I was ecstatic. I was ready to go out and do that shit again, especially since it was so easy to do. That was one of the perks of being a good-looking motherfucker. Women didn’t require much to give up the goodies, and I was Johnny-on-the-spot to provide them.
As I put my key in the door, some of my high evaporated. I wasn’t up for my mother’s smart-ass mouth today. If she knew what I’d done, she would be careful about how she spoke to me because it wouldn’t take much to put her miserable ass in the ground too. Shit, I’d be doing her a favor.

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