TYCE (22 page)

“How you doin’ young blood?” Biz asked easily from the passenger side.

“I’m good. Who the fuck is this?” Omar faced

the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

“Excuse my manners…this is Simone; Simone this is Omar. Don’t sweat it…anybody with me you know you can trust.” Biz assured.

“I aint sweatin’ it, I jus’ thought it would be you and Bruce, I wasn’t expecting a third wheel.”

“I’m hardly a third wheel baby, more like a spare tire, when the other one goes flat…I keep shit rollin’.” Simone leaned into Omar. He could smell her scent as her sexy fumes filled the cabin. “If it wasn’t for me you

wouldn’t be a rich nigga tonight.” She schooled.

Biz cut in, “Like I said, don’t sweat her. Now, did the church answer our prayers tonight?” Biz angled himself to look directly at Omar.

Omar reached inside his jacket and showed Biz the little present he stole.

“There’s about two hundred or so more in the basement.”

Biz took the white brick from Omar and stuck his pocketknife in the middle of it. A mini pile of cocaine sat on the tip of the knife, he carefully moved it toward Simone as she extended her head meeting him halfway. She pulled her hair back as she leaned in and snorted the soft powder.

She closed her eyes as she felt the sugary

substance drip down the back of her throat,

“That’s most definitely Diego’s shit.” She sighed.

“Good; Bruce, go with Omar inside and load that shit up. I’ll send somebody with the van in 20 minutes to pick it up. You did good my nigga…I guess you ready to go solo after all.” Biz turned around and faced the front again.

“Yeah nigga I’m ready to go solo but I’m also ready to get paid…where’s my money?”

Simone reached between her ankles and handed him a leather bag, “There’s half a mill in there…you get the rest when we weigh all the product.” She stared at him flatly.

“And like I promised you young blood…you scratch my back…I’ll scratch yours.” Biz lit a long cigar.

Omar took the money from Simone, “Come on nigga lets hurry up and load this shit.” He told  Bruce waving his hand.

Bruce scowled as he got out the driver’s side, he never liked Omar, he thought he was a hot head; he would have gladly killed him and left his body in the basement but his boss wouldn’t allow him to touch his scurvy ass. As Omar walked in the building with Bruce, Biz drove up beside them with Simone in the passenger seat this time, she was taking another sample up her nose as Biz

spoke to him,

“I’ll call you tomorrow young blood…good job tonight.”

“What time?” Omar asked.

Simone answered as she wiped her nose, “When your phone rings.”

The “
Bentley”
sped from the parking lot as the smooth horn of “
Miles Davis”
escaped from the open windows.

Just Me And U

Tyce pulled the car into the garage; he let out a tired sigh as he put the car in park.

“Long day?” Angelique twirled her hair with her finger.

“Long month.” Tyce answered opening the door.

He grabbed the briefcases out the back and headed for the door to the house. Angelique followed him inside, made her way to the kitchen, and took a seat at the table. Tyce joined her leaning up against the counter. He looked handsomely fine as he stood there wearing black cargo pants and a black sleeveless shirt. His face had a light shadow from not shaving for a few days and his lips were moist with a fresh coat of
“Chapstick.”
His deep brown eyes were staring a hole in her…after what seemed like an eternity, he asked a question out the blue,

“Do you trust me?” He continued to stare at her.

      “Yes.” Angelique answered instantly.

Tyce took a briefcase in one hand and grabbed her hand with the other; he walked down the lengthy hallway heading straight to his bedroom. Angelique offered no resistance as she followed his lead. The two of them stood at the foot of the giant bed in silence. Tyce opened the brief case, dumped the money all over the bedspread, and smiled.

      “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

He left the room in a hurry and came back with a butcher knife and a blindfold. Angelique raised her left eyebrow with kinky curiosity and smiled seductively at him. The lights were off but she could see him clearly. He slowly approached and kissed her tenderly on her eyelids. He kissed her behind the ears and made little circles with the tip of his tongue along her neck. Angelique let out a quiet moan as she felt the heat of his mouth on her skin. Her neck was tingling and the sensation was traveling swiftly south…it finally reached its destination, landing right on top of her pulsating clit. Tyce backed away from her and smiled sexily. He was still holding both his mystery tools but laid the knife on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her and put the blind fold over her eyes. Angelique bit down on her bottom lip with excitement. Tyce’s hands brushed her hair aside and he tongue kissed the back of her neck. Angelique could smell him, she could smell his masculine scent, and she could smell how much he wanted her at that moment. If you could put passion, the heat from the sun, honey butter, wild flowers and sweet sweat in a bottle; that might be close to what Tyce smelled like. That sexy ass scent wafted pass her nostrils as he moved around to the front of her body and grabbed the knife.

“Don’t worry, you can take a stack and buy another outfit.” He whispered in her ear.

Angelique was a little confused with that comment but when Tyce grabbed her by the shirt and began to slash it down the middle...she got the message. He cut her shirt down the middle and up the back letting it fall in two separate pieces to the floor. With her sight taken away, she couldn’t tell what he would do next; all she could feel was the cool blade of the knife as it glided across her hot skin. Tyce took his time as he worked. He angled the blade inside the button of her jeans and sliced it off. He then let the sharp edge slide down her leg cutting the denim as he went lower and lower. The action was repeated on her other leg, when he was finally finished her extra tight jeans just fell away from her thighs. Tyce paused to remove her socks then carefully slid the knife up her stomach and chopped right through the middle of her satin bra. Her breasts exploded smoothly out of the bra as that piece of clothing cascaded to the plush carpet. He never said a word as he turned his attention to the last thing in his way. Angelique was breathing heavy as she tried to contain her volcanic passion. This shit was turning her on! Maybe it was the element of danger or the surprise of the cold sharp blade on her warm body but she had never experienced foreplay like this before! Tyce ever so carefully inserted the knife inside her panties. He turned the blade outward so he wouldn’t hurt her and poked the tip of the knife through the thin pink fabric. Then he strained the edge of the knife against the sides of her pretty panties and severed the stitching on both sides. He kneeled down like a dog, grabbed the flapping fabric with his teeth, and pulled the panties away from her saturated pussy.

Angelique stood there completely naked, blind folded and in heat! She resisted the urge to snatch off the blind fold and just jump on his ass, he was making her wait on purpose, and that drove her absolutely crazy in a good way! Tyce finally removed the blind fold from her eyes and to her surprise…he was standing in front of her entirely naked. She looked him up and down real slow; his body looked like it was sculpted out of caramel. Tyce didn’t have a body builder’s physique but what he did have fit him perfectly! His arms were muscular and toned; they were the kind of arms a woman could feel secure in. His chest was the sexiest pillow she’d ever seen, absent of any hair, she couldn’t wait to lay her head on it and dream about never waking up. Angelique lowered her stare and silently counted the ripples on his sexy stomach: one, two, three, four, five…and six. Before she could really analyze his hardening man hood, he suddenly pushed her on the bed. Her body fell back and landed on a one million dollar mattress.

“Now that’s a view.” Tyce complimented looking down at her.

Angelique stuck her foot out and played footsie with his dick. His tool was longer than her foot…and she wore a size nine!

“He likes me.” She said referring to his throbbing dick.

“He’s not the only one.” He lowered himself onto her.

His warm body felt good on top of hers. She wrapped her long legs around his thick waist and gripped his broad shoulders. Her hungry mouth was craving his tongue as she grabbed the back of his head; pulling him to her waiting lips. They kissed rapidly…switching positions from side to side and bobbing their heads up and down like they were nodding yes to each other. Low moans and long sighs echoed through the room as the sex starved lovers finally feasted on each other. Weeks and weeks of strong sexual tension between them finally came to a breaking point. Tyce and Angelique could no longer keep their private

parts…
private
.

Angelique reached for his dick as Tyce lightly bit her neck. She guided him inside her wet pussy and they looked into each other’s eyes as they both felt the indescribable feeling you get when you make love to your soul mate for the very first time. Tyce kept his hips motionless; her pussy felt so good movement wasn’t necessary at first. As his dick grew larger and snuggled against her creamy walls he couldn’t resist the urge to explore her deeper. His hips shifted into first gear as he began to stroke her smoothly; his ass muscles flexed when he skipped second gear and grinded into her in third. His toes dug into the bed for support as he slid into fourth gear. Tyce paid attention to her reactions and based on what Angelique was giving back he decided to work her over in fifth. Angelique gasped in passion; her hands gripped his ass tightly as she helped him fuck her. Her heels where resting on the back of his thighs at first but as the pace quickened she spread her legs into a wide V and took his dick like a pro. Tyce took advantage of the open access and started working his dick in an unhurried grinding motion. Angelique liked it deep, and she let him know,

“
Oooooo right there baby
…
get in that shit
.” She rolled her hips in rhythm with his.

“Sssssss…yessss…DAMN you feel good baby.

Tyce uttered cupping her left breast in his hand.

“
Ummmpph hmmmph ummph
yeah.” Angelique muttered with her eyes closed.

Their bodies were damp with sweat; Angelique’s normally straight hair was beginning to curl up at the edges. Tyce’s heart was beating fast as he continued to dig in her deep dripping pussy. Angelique decided to give him a break,

“Lay down baby, let me take over.”

Tyce didn’t need to be told twice, besides his favorite position was looking up at a beautiful woman while she rode him. He rolled over on his back and waited for his lady to get on top. Angelique stood to her feet and turned around showing him her magnificent backyard. Hundred dollar bills were stuck to her ass cheeks and back as she lowered herself onto his erect dick. She sat on his dick backwards. The view was better than an oasis in the desert. He watched his dick appear then disappear in her magic pussy as she bobbed her hips slowly up and down. Never the one to be outdone she sped up the pace and dribbled her ass like a basketball in the hands of a “
NBA”
point guard. She bounced her ass; up and down-up and down-up and down, never stopping her rhythm. As her pussy slid off his dick, she tightened her inner walls and gripped his shaft causing him to call her name,