URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (52 page)

Her eyes darted away from him but she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to feel him close, to feel everything about him, just like he promised. His lips were on her again, everywhere but her mouth. His mouth did wonders on each inch of her flesh but she wanted them to kiss her again. She wanted him to explore her mouth with that skilled tongue. Either that or feel it deep inside her.

Vince pulled away for a moment to discard her jeans and panties. His lust-filled green eyes instantly locked on her now exposed mound. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips, an action so primal and filled with desire. Their eyes locked again. They were about to do this, and she wasn't even denying him at this point. She was a damn fool, a lust-driven fool that had no business doing this in public. But she didn’t care anymore.

She intertwined their hands in a tight embrace. "Fill all the promises and desires you told me yesterday. Fill me."

He nodded, appreciatively. "That's all I wanted to hear, baby. I just wanna be absolutely sure."

Their lips crashed together then, an endless battle of bites and licks, sucks and moans. Her body quivered against him. Their hips dug together in memory of the time they shared yesterday, the same sensual grinds bringing Bianca to the edge of her sanity. She dug her nails into his lower back, marking him with four long streaks of red. That gained her a particularly harsh grind right into her core, the pressure on her sensitive bud making her toes curl.

She clawed at his jeans, wanting to feel his dick inside her, enough teasing. Even through her wine induced haze, she knew that that Vince was hot and ready for her. He pulled away for a bit, sliding down the fly of his jeans and pushing his tight underwear down, letting his dick spring to life. Just when she was ready for him to plow her he disappeared onto his knees again.

"See ya," he said before diving between her legs once more. When his tongue met her warm heat, she couldn't help the moan that rushed from her mouth, but she covered her mouth quickly, hoping that no one had heard.

Vince smiled and continued his work, leaving Bianca to be look-out, all while trying to focus on the amazing pleasure he was giving her. She ground her hips into his face, craving to feel his frantic tongue inside her. Vince gripped her hips, digging his nails into her lower back to keep her as close as possible. Her toes dug into the grass. Her back arched, her head tossed back. Her breath came in short pants. She felt her muscles tighten deep within her stomach.

"God, Vince! I'm gonna—"

She saw that mop of blonde hair pop back up. "Nope."

He wiped his mouth and licked his lips, happily ignoring the glare Bianca was giving him. Instead he turned her around, pressing her breasts against the building and plunged himself inside her. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder and sighed happily. It all felt so unreal. "You feel good," he whispered.

She smiled and nodded. "So do you. Amazing even."

They kissed again, giving each other gentle pecks and just holding each other. It was weird to feel Vince as so vulnerable, but having his arms around her felt so right. They were sharing something that she didn’t think she had ever shared with another man before. She stopped telling herself to keep her guard up and just—for a moment—it was everything she ever needed and more.

Bianca closed her eyes and lost herself to the slow rhythm of his hips pumping. Slow, taunting movements, filling every inch inside her until she couldn't think straight. Her teeth clung to her bottom lip, stifling her cries. Her nails stayed settled within the crevices of the brick wall, a way to steady herself against the slapping of Vince's hips against hers. His fingers stayed wrapped in her hair, an arm wrapped around her waist to add to his teasing pumps. "I love you." he whispered.

She smiled. "I know you do baby, I feel it."

Bianca loved him and cared for him, and she wanted to let go of her protective walls and let the whole world know. That would take time, but the seed was already planted, her feelings blossoming even now as they made love.

Her legs were firmly planted in the grass, her ass up at the perfect position to feel his head throbbing against her spot as it begged to be rammed into over and over. She moaned his name in between gasps of air.

"Say my name again," he begged. His head had retreated to its favorite place between her neck and shoulder but his voice rang out loud and clear.

"Vince…" she groaned out.

"Again!"

She turned to look at him briefly. "Vince," she sighed, "Your dick feels so good inside me. Don't stop…"

He stilled his movements then, trying to regain his composure. "F-fuck…oh, Bianca."

"Hmm, my name sounds good on your tongue, too." She licked her lip appreciatively before biting down on it.

"I want to fuck you so badly, but I don't want to mess this up," he confessed.

"Vince, you won't fuck this up. You could never fuck this up. Do whatever you want with my body. I just want to feel you cum."

He gripped her shoulders with one hand and steadied himself against the wall with the other. Vince slammed into her now, driving her to the brink of her orgasm. The steady
thump, thump, thump
of his body against hers filled her with such pleasure. His dick swelled inside her.

"Cum with me, Bianca. Fucking cum for me baby."

Her hand reached back and gripped his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. "Make me,Vincent. Make me cum for you. Make me scream your name over and over again. You want that, don't you? You've fantasized about that, haven't you?"

He swallowed hard and frantically nodded. His girth swelled and throbbed deep inside her, and he was ready to burst. She tried hard to concentrate on the small circles his fingers were making against her clit. They were sporadic and frantic. She clamped down around him tight and cried out his name just like she had promised. Her orgasm flooded through her just as she felt Vince's rush into her. His warmth filled her to the brim and made her entire body tingle with the aftershock of their love-making.

"Are you okay?" Vince panted. He gently turned her around to look into my eyes. "How do you feel? I mean…"

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the beaming sunlight overhead. "My head is spinning and I'm nauseated but…Vince…" she smiled and pressed their lips together. "You made love to me."

“Of course. It’s—oh shit! I hear people coming!”

They both looked to where the sound of conversation was coming from. Quickly, they scooped up all their clothes and ran away, laughing their asses off and hoping to God no one saw them.

“That was a close one!” Vince said.

Bianca just laughed. “You were running around with your dick hanging out and shit. Put that away!”

Vince looked down at his open fly. “I didn’t have to time to fix myself! I didn’t want anyone to see! Besides, you don’t even have pants on!” He tossed her jeans at her playfully before adjusting himself. “C’mon, let’s get back to the wine tasting before anyone figures out that we’ve been gone for a while.”

“Yeah, you're right. But maybe we can sneak off again. That wine tasting was pretty boring. I only liked it for the booze.” She pulled her jeans on, jumping into them to get them over her hips.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Vince said as he put his arm around her. “But that’s what I love about you. Fresh and vibrant. Like mint.”

“Like mint,” she smiled. “See, you say some dumb shit like that and it makes me happy. But only you.”

The couple began walking back towards the wine tasting party, leaving their little escapade behind the winery a fond memory of their time in Italy together.

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Love, Power & Loyalty

Shantel Johnson

© 2015 Sensual Ink Publishing

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The celebration was off the chain. King sat at the head of the table, next to Marco his mentor and longtime friend. He smiled thinking about how far they had come. They looked more like a bunch of Wall Street investors instead of drug dealers. Suited up, tatted up and drinking some the best liquor man had made.

Marco stood up unbuttoning the jacket of his fine Italian suit. Standing a little over 6 feet tall he could have easily been mistaken for a super model. He had that dark, chiseled look, not exactly handsome and yet manly attractive. Marco was a man’s man in every sense of the word. Leader was written all over him. He raised his glass in a toast. And the sparkle and bling from his ring, flashed everyone in the room.

“My brothers, oh and sister,” he said referring to Big Cissy, the only girl in the group. “We have reached our milestone and now it is time for us to celebrate.” The group applauded. “But, hold up now we ain’t done. We got a big shipment coming in and that shit has to move fast. Stand up King!”

King stood up to more applause. Marco put his arm around him and hugged his brother. “Thanks to this nigga here, we on some new shit. That’s why I’m promoting him to first lieutenant.”

“King!” everyone hollered in salute.

“It’s been a long time coming,” Marco continued, but well deserved. This brother worked really hard at being a leader, a doer and this just goes to show what you can do with a little or nothing.”

Marco pulled out a black box and handed it to King. King opened it and found a gold encrusted Rolex watch. His eyes lit up.

“Awe man, thanks! Damn!” King said hugging Marco.

“Well deserved Bruh, now let’s pop some bottles!”

***

Later that evening after most of the crew had left, Marco called King back into his office. This was the only black drug dealer that he knew had a Buckhead office complete with a receptionist. King straightened out his tie and smiled at his reflection in the mirrored elevator. He was on the come up and soon he thought he would have an office just like this.

“King! Marco greeted him when he stepped off of the elevator. Come on man, follow me. Refresh my memory. Is this your first time?”

“Yes, my first time. It’s really nice.” King said checking out the office digs. Everything was black and white. White leather couches with black tables in the reception area was some of the nicest shit he had ever seen. The office was even better laid out, with a huge cherry mahogany wood desk and cabinet, a large 50 inch flat screen TV and a bar. Three quarters of the office was all windows and King could see all the way to Turner Field.

“You know if you keep up the good work, this could be you.” Marco said placing his arm around King. Normally King would have been irked by that gesture, but he knew Marco was all man. Still, something felt funny about his extreme fondness. For the longest Bokine was his guy, his number one. King couldn’t see Bokine giving up his spot for a newbie. His intuition was on high alert.

“I see a big future for you and it all begins tonight.” Marco said reaching into his drawer pulling out a box of cigars. He offered one to King then lit up. “Have a seat.”

King sat in the huge lazy boy across from Marco. He hadn’t himself lit up, because he was not really a fan of cigars, but he did unwrap it and place it in his mouth, just like all the homeboys did when they posturing up. Sure, he was thinking, this could be me. Who wouldn’t want this type of lifestyle for the rest of his life, but King also understood that drug dealing for life would encounter some risks and plenty of setbacks. It was a cutthroat world in which he only wanted a moment in.

Marco leaned over his desk, handing King a slip of paper. He rubbed his beard and then his ear. Something King had seen him do time after time, especially when making a big decision.

“I need you to do a pick up for me and before you say anything I know you don’t usually do this type of shit…but this one is special and it requires someone I can trust. What you have right there is the address and time. I’m sending Bokine with you just for protection, but he won’t be going in with the suitcase, only you. You feel me?”

King nodded, thinking this would be his big chance…his first job as First Lieutenant or it could possibly be his last chance.

***

Bokine was in the driver’s seat while King rode shotgun. It was well after midnight, so the streets were nearly empty of drivers. Bokine was a seasoned killer and Marco’s go to whenever he needed a dirty job done that would require muscle. He was easily over 6 foot 5, slim and swift. King had witnessed him hurdling over 5 foot fences in one leap. Bokine wasn’t much of a talker so, as he would expect there was no conversation being had on this ride.

The warehouse sat on the outskirts of town where warehouse after warehouse sat. There was Chicos, Black Market/White Market and some other unknown retail outlets. Bokine pulled up behind Black Market/White Market and awaited the signal for us to proceed further. King gripped the case like he was holding his own child. He couldn’t quite describe what he was feeling, maybe a mixture of nervousness, anxiety and excitement altogether. Despite it all King remained calm.

Bokine was the first to break the ice. “You cool?” He asked.

“Yeah, so what’s the signal?” King asked. Before he could get the words out of his mouth he noticed flashing car beams in front of him just up the road. Funny how he didn’t see them coming, nor did he hear a car motor.

Bokine turned to him. “That’s it. You should go”

King stepped out of the car with the case and headed towards the lights and car ahead of him. This could be suicide and he didn’t even have a piece. Nothing. Just this damn case. He couldn’t help but think about a backup plan; no one discussed a backup plan.

Shit, what was the backup plan?

He made it to the other car and two Hispanic guys stepped out. He could see one other person still in the car, but just barely.

“Yo pass the case,” the first one commanded.

He was the shorter of the two. King thought he could easily take him if need be, but the other one was around Bokine’s height and he looked just as vicious.

King stood sternly and responded. “Don’t you have something for me?”