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Voorheeze & Clarkola

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by De'Kari


  Shit, she was ready to give it to a mothafucka if she had to. She figured something must be wrong with the alarm system since she didn’t see shit. She would just have to tell Voorheeze about it when he got in, she thought to herself.

  Danika made it back to the bedroom still naked and her heart damn near jumped out of her chest.

  “Hey you.” Voorheeze was standing in the middle of the bathroom getting undressed.

  “Hey you my ass! Boy you scared the living shit out of me. Now you’re intriguing and alluring, I’ll give you that. But this Houdini shit, you better get to explaining that before we have a problem!”

  “A problem? I’m trynna figure out how you gone threaten a nigga with a knife while you’re butt ass naked with a body like that and think a nigga bout to take you serious.” He couldn’t help but laugh.

  By now Voorheeze was fully undressed and the way his pole was standing at attention saluting her took Danika’s mind off what she was saying. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her knees damn near buckled at the sight.

  “Just let me wash up real quick and I promise I’mma lace you up on everything.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he just turned on the shower and hopped in.

  Ten minutes later he walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and baby oil covering his body smelling like Chrome cologne. He laid across the bed on his stomach facing her with a smile on his face.

  “So, since you’re here, I guess it’s safe to say you’re feeling what I was saying last night about us?”

  “Honestly LaMont, it is a bit much. I mean I haven’t seen you in twenty years and if you take Belle Haven out of the picture then hell I just met you last night. And you talking about ‘Wifey’ come on now how am I supposed to take that serious?” Danika really needed to see where his head was.

  “Look it’s like this, first off I don’t play games and ain’t got time for them. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. My granny raised me that way. Life ain’t promised to nobody. Everything we do each day is a risk. So, I don’t waste the time. I don’t have time to be pussy footing around, when I want something I go for it. The moment I walked thru them doors of the restaurant I knew I wanted you. I just had to tend to my business first.” The way he licked his lips when he said that sent a trimmer through Danika’s body.

  “As for just meeting you, yeah I was low key crushing on you back in the day. But even if we had just met it would not have mattered. See when you first meet somebody your spirit tells you right away if that person is good or not. Your soul speaks to you, most people have just stopped listening to their spirit or their conscience whichever you prefer to call it. But they listen to what they’ve been told and taught over the years about what a person should or shouldn’t be. What a person is or ain’t supposed to look like and most importantly what we are supposed to want and not supposed to want.” He reached out and took her hand in his.

  “Thickems listen, I don’t need nobody showing me, trynna teach me or tell me what I want. I know what I want! And you’re laying right here.” He pulled her close to him. The part of the blanket that was covering her body fell away. She was exposed and breathless, yet she didn’t feel vulnerable. If anything, for the first time Danika felt safe and secure. Hell, she felt like she finally arrived somewhere. But she didn’t know why she felt that way.

  Before an answer could come to her, Voorheeze’s lips were covering her hers. His mouth stealing her breath away.

  The kiss was deep, sensual, tender yet full of passion. His tongue invaded her mouth in search for hers. Finally, their tongues intertwined in a game of tag that sent jolts of electricity from Danika’s tongue down to her clitoris each time their tongues met. He pulled back from her finally breaking the kiss.

  Her body screamed, “Give me more! Yes, let me feel that again.”

  “Thickems I don’t do anything normal I’m as unorthodox as a person can get. But if you rock with me, you’ll learn to trust me, and believe me I won’t lead you astray.” His words dripped with sincerity.

  “I’m here so that means I’m at least willing to see how far it can go. Only you can make it not work. Only you can push me away.” She tells him in the softest voice.

  As a response Voorheeze pulled her completely on top of him. The weight of her body laying on his was perfect. Her soft skin had the slightest hint of cocoa butter on it. They kissed like long lost lovers reunited, it was that powerful.

  Danika could feel the print of his rock-hard dick pressing firmly against her as she lay on top of him.

  Just as he had assumed, her ample ass cheeks were firm yet soft to the touch. His hands caressed her ass as they kissed.

  “Mmmm…” as his hands squeezed her ass she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips.

  Her pussy was so wet by this time that her juices flowed down her thighs and puddled on him. Her heart was racing as her body temperature rose.

  The cocaine in his system told Voorheeze to ‘beat that pussy up and give her that dope dick!’ But he knew he had to finesse the pussy and that’s exactly what he planned to do! He laid claim to the pussy.

  Danika’s entire body tingled from his caresses; she was on fire. Reluctantly she broke their kiss and slowly began to make her way down his body kissing and licking a trail as she went.

  Voorheeze was excited and nervous at the same time; like he was losing his virginity all over again. When she got to his stomach her tongue circled his navel.

  Just when she started to go lower he stopped her. In one swift motion he picked her and flipped her on to her back. The ease in which he was able to pick her up with one arm attested to his strength and this sent another thrill down to her pussy.

  He stared at Danika’s body for a moment licking his lips, the suspense building. Then he kissed and licked her from head to toe. Voorheeze made his way back up her legs very slow. Once he reached her inner thighs he gently bit down on each thigh.

  “Ssss!” She was going crazy. Her pussy was tingling like fuck. Danika’s breathing had got deep and heavy. She opened her legs wider, encouraging and yearning for him to go further. When his mouth touched her, she shot through the roof. She jumped at his initial contact. His tongue trailed up and down her outer lip, one and then the other; his tongue was hot and moist. The moment his mouth encircled her stiffened rose bud, a climatic explosion shot through her body.

  “Oh! Shit! Oooh!” The shock of reaching a climax so quickly caused Danika to scream out louder than she intended.

  He sucked on her clit as the waves of pleasure shot thru her body. Once she finally stopped shaking he dipped his tongue into the pool of cum that was flowing out of her and then continued fucking her with his tongue while lapping up the juices.

  “Oooh shit! Mmm mmm!” She moaned over and over while grabbing onto his bald head.

  Once he’d successfully licked all of Danika’s juices up, Voorheeze licked her clit again and then gently bit down on it. She was starting to cumm again! She held his head in place with both her hands, she bucked and fucked his face until the orgasm passed. By the time he rose up finally getting ready to penetrate her, Danika had already lost control of her senses.

  He positioned himself above her, his face covered in her pussy juices and slid inside her. Her walls felt like warm satin.

  “Mmm.” Danika bit down on her lip and moaned as he entered further and further into her. Just when she thought he was all the way in, more and more of him invaded her walls. Danika felt a spark exactly where he touched and probed. It felt like she was going to lose her mind. At that point he plundered her mouth with a kiss, knew that he was stretching her, so he waited until her walls adjusted around him. He slowly began gyrating his hips in small circles. The friction it was causing on her clit was building another climax. Voorheeze slowly pulled out of her until his head almost fell out, then he paused.

  It was all about mind control and he knew he could hold out longer then she could. She tried thrusting her hi
ps up, but he didn’t budge. His size and girth felt so good when he was in her, Danika needed it again. She grabbed his ass with both hands and tried to force him into her. Finally, one word escaped her lips.

  “Please.” It was barely audible.

  Just a little louder than a whisper but he heard it.

  That was the confirmation that he needed. She’d surrendered to him. He slammed the full length of himself into her repeatedly.

  “Yes!” she screamed out “god dammit! Fuck me!” Fuck her he did.

  He went to town on that pussy. His balls slapped against the base of her ass cheeks. He pulled her leg over his shoulder to get deeper penetration. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to scream, bite her lip, or call God’s name. What she did do was surrender to the will of the dick. Every time Voorheez’s big dick went in her, lights flashed in her mind. Danika matched him stroke for stroke. After a while he flipped her over on her knees and fucked her doggystyle.

  That was his mistake! Danika was throwing it back at him just as hard as he was pumping, and she rotated that ass while she was doing it. Sweat fell from his face onto her back like rain.

  The sight of her big phat round ass smashing into his pelvis as his dick disappeared into that pussy was too much for him to handle. Voorheeze could feel his balls swell and his stomach tighten up. He bust a nut so powerful into Danika that when it shot into her it immediately made her cum again.

  After they caught their breath and recuperated, they talked for a little bit. Voorheeze told Danika about the War Room and its purpose.

  After T’Rida’s death they needed a new location for their meetings; it was a wrap for the Milpitas house.

  Always putting safety and security first, Voorheeze bought the house on Santa Elena Way as well as the house directly behind it. He had a tunnel dug underneath them to connect the two houses with no one knowing about it. Once the tunnel was complete the workers were killed so no one knew the tunnel existed. Not even the members of Neva Die who met at the War Room knew about the tunnels. And no one at all knew about the house, at least that’s what he thought. Danika was the first person he’d told.

  If things ever got hot for the squad and they needed to get out of the War Room they were good. They talked and fucked and talked and fucked. By the time they were finally done fucking, her pussy was sore; it was a good pain.

  **** N. D. ****

  (The next day)

  “You mean to tell me that my officers are coming up missing, Lord forbid they may have been murdered and you sorry sons of bitches ain’t got no fucking answers for me!” Captain Sweeney was furious. You could see the veins in his red neck bulging and pulsing underneath his reddish skin.

  “Sir…I…we…I’m mean…” Lt. Boots began but the words wouldn’t come out.

  “Sir my mothafuck’n ass! I don’t want no god damn excuses Boots! If you gone open your mouth it better be because you got some god damn answers for me!” Captain Sweeney didn’t give a fuck that he’d disrespected Boots. He needed his men to get off their asses.

  The entire Homicide Division was present and accounted for except for Russo whose been missing for almost three months now. He was the first one to go missing, and since then a string of cops had disappeared. Not just cops, but good cops. Cops that Sweeney knew personally. Though he couldn’t prove it, Captain Sweeney suspected foul play.

  “Captain w-we understand you want answers. We want answers too, these are our brothers were talking about. But we can’t create evidence that ain’t there.” Detective Peters spoke up.

  “Don’t give me that shit. Peters, you and Urena didn’t seem to have a problem creating evidence with that Rogers case.” He made sure to look at Lt. Urena as well. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that little stunt either. You two are still on my shit list so you better come up with some answers. This god damn department keeps receiving all these awards for outstanding police work. Well god dammit, let me see some outstanding fucking police work! Find my goddamn officers!”

  Sweeney stepped from behind the podium and started heading out of the room. Silently everybody was glad to see him go. For a little guy, Captain Sweeney could be over bearing.

  Overall, he was a good guy. On any given Sunday you could see him being caring and understanding. Maybe feeding the homeless or helping at risk youth. But when he was riled up he was a real pain in the ass!

  “Costa! My office now!” He yelled out to the Sergeant as he reached the door.

  Sergeant Costa was a good cop. He came from a family with a long line of good cops in their family. Hardworking and proud people!

  Costa did his job, was hard dedicated and straight forward. Yet he had compassion too. As he stepped into the Captains office, he walked up to the desk prepared to take a seat.

  “Don’t sit down this won’t take long!” Sweeney barked out. He pulled his handkerchief from out his pocket and wiped his forehead.

  “I want you to take that kid Hedgecock with you. He seems like a good kid. Good instincts and maybe some potential. I don’t want him getting caught up with them riff raffs if I can help it.

  “Whole departments going to shit, but I’m trying to save what I can. Sergeant you’re a good man and a fine officer, so I know the kid will be in good hands. Now get out of my office and earn your paycheck!” Sweeney neva looked up. Not once.

  “Yes, sir.” Like the good cop that he was, Sergeant Costa gave the only response he knew.

  Back in the locker room he caught up with Hedgecock.

  “Hey Rookie.”

  Hedgecock looked up from polishing his boots “talking to me?”

  “Yeah you. Cap says you’re riding with me. Meet me downstairs in five minutes. Polish your damn shoes at home!”

  “Yes sir, Serg.” Hedgecock felt embarrassed by the way Sergeant talked to him.

  Costa walked to the back of the locker room where his locker was located. Strapping on his bullet proof vest he put his shirt back on and grabbed his bags. Before he closed his locker, he looked at the picture of his wife as he always did, said a quick prayer, grabbed his amino acid shake and closed his locker.

  This was his daily routine. Hit the gym every morning before work and pray before he went out into the field he did them religiously.

  Once he and the rookie got in the car and was on their way, Costa figured a little light conversation just see where the kid’s head was would be better than trying to lecture him off the bat.

  Most Sergeants were down right ass holes. They used their rank to bully the officers around with intimidation, but not Costa. He had good people skills. After all he was considered the “Go to Guy.”

  He had transferred over from the San Mateo County Sheriff’s Department to the Milpitas Police Department as a special favor for Sheriff Laiens who is a longtime friend of the family.

  When Chief Vieira reached out to Sheriff Laiens for advice and assistance not only did he give some wonderful advice, but he also recommended lending the Chief a few of his up and coming stars and a couple kick ass veterans. Those Veterans were Sergeant Costa and a couple, Lieutenants Boots and Urena.

  After an hour of riding around showing Hedgecock a thing or two while feeling the rookie out, Costa figured it was time to do some police work.

  He had placed a call earlier to Brenda Russo and asked her if it would be okay to meet with her. He wanted to get a feel for young officer Russo and who better to paint a picture then his wife.

  Costa turned his unmarked Marquise and headed towards her house.

  **** N. D. ****

  (Somewhere in East Oakland)

  Nina was furious!

  The night after Wendell ‘s death it seemed that the little mothafucka who he was meeting just vanished. Her and her sister searched high and low for months. They combed through the streets of East Palo Alto with no success.

  Then yesterday she had been craving some soul food, so she drove over to Soul’s Restaurant in East Oakland. As she was ordering her food she heard someo
ne call out.

  “God Damn!”

  Knowing it was some disrespectful ass nigga checking out her ass, she spun around furious, ready to put the mothafucka in his place.

  Nina couldn’t believe her luck! She turned around and was staring the little nigga that they had been looking for straight in the face.

  Instantly she changed her mood and demeanor and played the role. Nina let him spit his little weak ass game and even allowed him to pay for her and her sisters food while taking his number. She knew Trina wasn’t going to believe this, hell she didn’t believe it.

  She excused herself and went to the bathroom to call her sister and tell her about it. Needless to say, Trina neva did get her Soul’s that day.

  Now sitting low with her sister ducked off in a black impala with tinted windows, Nina she watched the house down the street. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. There were twenty or thirty little mothafuckas all hanging out in the house, the yard, and in front of the house.

  It looked like a normal hangout for kids, like a clubhouse. They had been sitting there long enough to see that it was a dope spot as well. Dope fiends would be served near the corner while other niggaz who looked like D. Boyz would pull up and go into the house, only to come out a few minutes later carrying a small bag. Nina knew they were copping some work. It looked like they didn’t give a damn about the police, they did everything in the open like it was legal.

  Earlier today they both witnessed why. A cop cruiser was about a block away when a loud whistle sounded out. No doubt warning them that the police was coming. They expected to see the group disperse.

  Instead they witnessed the craziest shit that they had ever seen. All thirty of them reached somewhere or another, some inside their pants, others in bushes, some behind cars. But they all stood tall holding guns, machine guns, and assault rifles in their hands in a challenging way, daring the police to stop.

  The police car sped out of there like they were in high pursuit. If Nina wouldn’t have seen it, she wouldn’t have believed it.

 

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