So Gone (19 page)

I placed my palms
against his chest to stop him. “I’m not ready for that,” I said apologetically.

“I understand,
Mo’,” he replied.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Any woman that is
worth having is worth waiting for,” he understood.

I smiled, then
pecked him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Mo’.”
He returned my smile with one just as genuine and turns to go to his place.

My impression of
him was good, but so was my first impression of Blunt.

I knocked on
Luscious’ door, and she let me in right away. “Hey, Daddy,” she purred and
stepped up pressing her body against mine.

“Don’t
hey daddy
me! What the fuck you doin’ wit’ that bitch up in here? You kickin’ it wit’ the
enemy now?” I pushed her up off me and pulled out my strap.

“What is your
problem?” she cried.

“What the fuck was
Mika doing over here?” I demanded to know. “Y’all hoes plottin’ against me?”

“She was just
telling me what went down between y’all,” she swore.

“Yeah right. Since
when have y’all two been tight?”

“I think she just
needed somebody to talk to. Somebody who would understand her situation,” she
explained.

I pressed the Glock
to her forehead and watched a stream of water leak from the corner of her eye.
I stared deep into her eyes for any sign of treason. Lucky for her, I didn’t
spot any. “Well, make that your last time fuckin’ wit’ her—understand me?”

“Yes,” she said
softly, as she eyed me up and down.

I looked down at
the spot on my chest were her eyes were focused. Blood was splattered all over
my white tee. It was either Fatal’s or Chunuchi’s. “Un huh, I’m the wrong nigga
to test right now.” I confirmed the question in her eyes.

"What does that
mean, Blunt? And why are you telling it to me?"

“From now on you’re
either for me or against me, ain’t no more straddling the fence. So how you
rockin’, Li’l Mama?” I demanded to know.

Luscious dropped to
her knees and cooed, “Big Daddy, you ain’t got to ask me that. I’ve been that
ride or die bitch for you all along." She unbuckled my pants, pulled out
my bitch pleaser and stepped to her business.

“You’re my hoe for
life, ain’t you?” I asked while watching her handle her business.

“Um hmm,” she
gurgled.

“Get it rock hard,
and I’ma fuck you in the ass. You need to be reminded what bad girls get,” I
said knowing that she would be turned on by my thug passion.

“Yes, Daddy. I need
you to punish me for being bad,” she replied. Her voice turned husky with anticipation.

When it was time
for me to backdoor her, she undressed and got in position, tooting that ass up
high off the floor. I dipped inside her honey walls to lubricate my joint
first, then I eased inside her dark hole one inch at a time. She screamed out
in pleasure and pain until I erupted inside her bowels.

As I laid on her back
catching my breath, I put my strap to the back of her head and threatened, “If
you ever cross me, I’ma murk that ass.”

"Daddy, I
would rather die than flip on you," she whispered over and over again.

But something told
me not to trust her. She had seen blood splotches all over my clothes and
tomorrow when she found out that Chunuchi was dead, she would put two and two
together.
“Nigga, she already kno’ that you murked dudes she set up for you,
and she hasn’t flipped on you yet,”
I reminded myself.

When we fell asleep
that night wit’ out daughter in-between, I dreamed that Luscious sold me out to
Polo, the next vic on our agenda.

“Let me erase this
problem,” I thought as I awoke and looked down into her face.

Weeks had passed
since the last craziness with Blunt, but he was not sitting idle. I was
horrified by the news last week that Fabian had been killed, and his body had
been found inside the trunk of his car down in The Bluff, Blunt's stomping
grounds.

I believed in my
heart that Blunt had killed Fabian, but I kept that to myself and tried not to
let the guilt I felt eat me alive. Lately, I had been doing a lot of soul
searching and spending time with Rocco.

We hung out every
day, doing things like dining at different restaurants, going bowling, and
watching movies. He was such a gentleman, and I was pleased to have his
company. It really helped to keep my mind off the other things.

My mood was further
improved by my impending trip back home. I was in my bedroom packing for the
visit. I was super excited to get away for the weekend and spend some time with
Leesha, the twins, and other relatives. I double-checked my Louis Vuitton luggage
to be sure that I had everything packed and ready to leave out in the morning.

Satisfied that I
hadn't forgotten to pack anything important, I zipped up the bags and set them
in the corner. My front doorbell chimed just as I was searching for the television
remote. I treaded to the door in my pink short sleeved and short pants pajamas.
I peeped through the peephole and saw Rocco standing there. "Hi," I
the door open as wide as my smile.

He
stood there in a khaki brown Dickies work uniform.
“I wanted to tell
you to drive safely before you hit the highway,” he said.

“Awl, come on in,”
I invited.

He gave me a big
hug.

“I’m going to miss
you.
”
I gazed into his eyes and held him
tighter.

Rocco eased me
closer to him by the waistline, and our bodies touched. We were both feeling
each other. I pressed my breast against his chest as my lips found their way to
his mouth. He had soft lips, a tasty tongue, and he knew how to use them both.
His hand palmed my ass while we were kissing. My coochie was throbbing like a
heartbeat. I wanted him so badly!

All of a sudden,
the show stopped and he said, “Have a goodnight and be careful on your trip,
Baby.
”

“Thank you and I
will,” I said breathlessly.

I swear I needed a
cold shower when he left.

Enough was enough.
I was ready to test the waters. I dipped down in the luke warm bath water
filled with coconut oil and bubble bath. I took a deep breath and soaked. When
I was finished with my bath, I put on a blushing pink teddy. Under the lingerie,
I wore a pair of light pink laced panties with an open crotch. I simply could
not stop thinking about how that man had my juices flowing, then just turned
and went on about his business.

I went into my
bedroom and gave him a call. “Come over. I need to see you,” I told him as soon
as he answered. One of us had to take charge.

Butterflies were
flying through my stomach from nervousness, but I had to have him. I heard
water running in the background. “Let me take my shower, and I’ll be over there
when I’m done. Is that cool?” he asked.

“Sure,” I purred
sounding like a hot tail teenager.

As I waited for
Rocco to come over, I stood in the mirror staring at myself and twiddling with
the string necklace around my neck. I looked like a little freak, even to my
own eyes. I contemplated changing into something less provocative, but the outfit
fit my mood perfectly. I felt like a li’l horny whore.

I ran in the
kitchen and popped a bottle of champagne to calm my nerves
. “Go for it,
girl,”
I gassed myself up.

Thirty-five minutes
later, Rocco was at my door. He took one look at me and knew what time it was.
His eyes caressed me like gentle hands. Mine molested him!

Neither one of us
spoke. 

The sound of low
R&B, played from my sound system in the background. Rocco pressed me
against the wall and covered my mouth with his. His hands ran all up and down
my body.

I moaned when his
hard dick rubbed up between my legs. I wanted to jump his bones right there in
the living room. Ms. Kitty was pleading for me to do it, but I pressed my
thighs together and quieted her down.

I took Rocco's hand
and purred, "Follow me into my fantasy."

Soft purple light
illuminated my bedroom when I led Rocco through the threshold. We stopped at
the foot of the bed and locked lips in a passionate kiss that took my breath
away. Rocco slowly undressed me and gently laid me back on the bed.

My mouth watered
with anticipation as I watched him disrobe piece by piece. When he was nude, he
stepped back proudly and allowed me to examine the merchandise. I liked his
confidence, and I loved the attentiveness of his little friend. I prepared
myself to get filled up.

His valiant soldier
pointed at me stiffly as he climbed on top of me. His hard body pressed down on
mine causing my juices to prematurely flow. He grazed his tongue over my breast,
and his hands stroked up and down my legs. My legs opened wide, and his finger
slid inside of me. “Yes, I like that,” I whispered in his ear.

His fingers moved
in and out of my honey pot while his tongue ran a marathon around my erect
nipples. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his girth. It swelled under
my touch.

Rocco's fingers had
my pleasure button screaming. I could not wait any longer. "Put it
in," I moaned.

"Okay,
baby."

He reached over on
the floor, and I heard a wrapper being torn open.
“Hurry,
I'm about to die,
” I cried out.

“
I got you,
Molaysia. You can relax. From this point on, it's paradise.”

The man didn't lie.
When he entered me, I saw balloons floating overhead. I was too close to my
peak to hold out long. The things he was whispering in my ear as he held me by
the ankles and took me to another place sent my passion shooting to the roof.

"Sweet
Jesus!" I screamed as an orgasm the size of the Pacific Ocean came pouring
down. It felt so good I almost jumped up and bolted down the street.

"Hey, hey,
where you going, baby?" asked Rocco when he felt my back and hips arching
off the bed.

I answered by
shaking my head from side to side. In one fluid motion, he flipped me over so
that now I was on top. “C’mon, climb up on this dick, Baby,” he said.

"I'm too
weak," I panted.

He placed his hands
on the side of my hips, lifted me up, and then guided me back down onto the tip
of his steel rod. I opened all the way up for his reentrance into my silky
wetness. As I slid down his engorged shaft inch by inch, I tossed my head back
and moaned out the names of The Twelve Disciples!

"Ooh, baby,
you feel so good," he groaned as he held me by the hips and controlled the
pace.  

"RoccoRoccoRoccoRocco!"
I babbled, insanely.

"Come for me
again, Molaysia."

"Ooh, don't do
this shit to me!" I screamed, pulling out my hair as I came a second time.
"Lordy, lordy, lordy. Whew!"

I collapsed on his
chest, breathing heavily. Rocco flipped me over onto my stomach and entered my
delicate flower from the back. I was too exhausted to protest, but I was
thinking
Lord, don't let this man fuck me to death. I know I asked for this,
but I didn't know any better.

What happened next
is forever implanted in my mind. He must've sexed me into a coma, because when
I woke up I was resting in his arms and couldn't remember how that came to be.

"Did you enjoy
yourself?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"My name is
Molaysia Alexander, and I always wanted to be an educator. Some people want to
be rich and famous while others --- "

"Molaysia!
What are you talking about?" asked Rocco laughing.

"Uh, I swear I
don't know." I laughed while fingering the simple string necklace around
my neck. He had sexed me out of my mind.

We cuddled for a
while, and then he got up and got dressed to go home so that I could get some
rest before getting on the highway in the morning. I walked him to the door.

"Thank you for
tonight," I said and kissed him on the mouth.

"I really
enjoyed you, Molaysia. I hope this is just the first of many," he said.

"Me too."

"I'm going to
miss you. Hurry back."

I promised him that
I would. Then, I removed the necklace from around my neck and placed it around
Rocco's. "Until I return," I said.

We kissed, then
said goodbye. I watched him until he entered his house across the street and
closed the door. Then, I went back upstairs and took a long relaxing bath. I
knew that I would be tired when I hit the highway in the morning, but at least
I would have a smile on my face for a change.