“She already saw the web footage of me dicking you down, plus she at home. So, stop fighting. You'll never win." KT marveled at Maxine’s snug-fit Evisu jeans, white halter-top & Jimmy Choo, 3-inch heels. He palmed her buttock. "You always look good enough to undress."
“So does your woman.'"
”Don't think I didn't peep how you was mean-mugging Angel."
“Then go home and feel her up." Her bottom lip forcibly suckled, Maxine scoffed. Gazing over his shoulder, she spied an approaching golden-brown beauty. She hurriedly pried herself from KT’s grasp and said. "Hey, Yolanda."
Yolanda dismissed her. "Go see if Honey needs help." Once Maxine scurried towards the kitchen area, she pulled KT into her subtle sway. "I think it’s time I got into the blueberry Kush business. That stuff you gave me selling like rice in Haiti."
"I thought the plan was to give away samples and let the talkers talk?"
"Nothing in life is free. Except what you gave me." Yolanda jabbed his stomach. "Come see me tomorrow so we can talk bulk purchase pricing."
KT took her deeper into his arms. His lips brushing her earlobe, at a whisper, he ran down the events following their rendezvous outside of the Fox Hall Quarters apartment building. The gray Honda Accord. The 42nd Street car accident. His inability to make sense of what the mortally wounded driver stuttered. Lastly, his decision not to report his Oldsmobile Ciera stolen
Yolanda, nibbling his cheek whispered. "You and Angel both were with me the entire time. If need be, I can have twenty people as alibi witnesses. Not counting the people here, so don't worry about it. Where's the future wife anyway?"
"At home bleaching my clothes and slicing my tires."
She understood his car could not have been involved in a deadly shooting if it was being violated by a scorned lover. "I see you bumped into Ski-Beau, and as expected, no Meatball as of late."
KT relayed the gist of the brief conversation just had with the Insane Gangsta Crip OG-loc. "What he said about IGC being at odds with some Bloods sound cosmetic. But even if he was right and exact, me and Dynamo getting shot had nothing to do with that bullshit. If the shooters thought we did have something to do with this so-called beef, they would have shot at Ski-Beau and Meatball too.”
“You think, Ski-Beau thinks you believe what he said?"
"No way to tell."
The sultry Vivian Green bellows through the surround sound speaker system. Arms around his neck. His around her waist, Yolanda set a sensual sway. "We know Ski-Beau and Meatball didn't do the actual shooting, but I doubt their hands completely clean."
KT replied. "Tell me you think IGC behind the dumbasses in the Honda Accord."
“All we can do is wait for talk of gang retaliation to surface... Did you tell Dynamo what happened?"
“I'll tell him so he can be on Alert."
Yolanda slipped a set of keys into his pocket. "Everything we discussed inside the throwaway car. Just stay ready, and no more liquor tonight."
KT smirked mischievously. "Can I steal Maxine until you ready?"
Leaving Yolanda on the dancefloor, into the kitchen, he pulled Maxine from behind the bar. Disregarding her apprehension, he dragged her outside. Halfway down the street, KT found Dynamo standing alongside his Lincoln Navigator with Samantha. "Since we paired off, we need to find somewhere to go."
Samantha eyed KT coldly. "Says who?"
Dynamo pulled her back between his legs. His thumb tracing her plump lips, he spied Candace. She was accompanied by two unfamiliar men and two equally scantily clad beauties. She sashayed past him without so much as a ‘go-to-hell.’ Dynamo, catching her inconspicuous glance over the shoulder, snatched Samantha into an impassioned kiss. Relishing Candace's apparent dissatisfaction, he addressed the group. "Let’s get out of here before I get my cabbage twisted."
KT stalled their departure. He pulled Dynamo aside and whispered. “I need to fill you in on what just went down, leaving our trap spot.”
∗
Sherwood Forest Apartments
Sherwood Road, Norfolk
One hour later
The patter of a shower ran in the distance. Within the living room of Samantha & Maxine's apartment, Dynamo extinguished his blunt roach in the ashtray. Marijuana smoke seeped from his nostrils. Occupying the sofa, he sipped on a non-alcoholic banana daiquiri. He pulled Samantha between his outstretched legs.
Dynamo, inhaling her shower freshness, felt along Samantha’s thick, well-tanned legs, underneath her blouse, between her thighs. Pleased by what he didn't find, he raised her blouse enough for KT to view her large, butterscotch skin-toned posterior. Dynamo pulled the 5'6, 210Ib cutie pie onto his lap, then kissed away her sneer. "Look at it like this... I love showing off that big stupid ass. Especially when you bout to do yo thug-shizzle."
Samantha spat. "You treat me like some whore. What I show you, you don’t show anybody else. Especially HIS ASS.”
“Never happen again. Scout’s honor.” Dynamo laid forth.
I hope you do that lame brain shit with Candace."
KT chuckled at her brusqueness. "Samantha, stop whining like he showed me something I haven't beat up before."
“The hell with you, Khalid Nikita!"
“What I tell you about saying my name so sexy."
A door creaked in the distance. Rounding the hallway corner, vanilla crème legs accentuated a red, thigh-high, cloth bathrobe. Maxine’s red, shower-damp hair was wrapped in a towel. She glowed in appreciation of KT's primal, blueberry Kush inebriated leer. She sampled his banana daiquiri. Pulled atop his lap, she happily indulged in a kiss. Maxine, allowing him to untie the bathrobe, treasured his astonishment. "Since you always say I'm so sweet, I wanted to make it official."
“Show Dynamo.”
She stiffened. "It’s only for your eyes."
“Show... Dynamo." KT repeated more firmly. Privy to her reluctance, he stood Maxine up. He turned her towards his friend then held the bathrobe open. "Tell me she not the sexiest carrot top in Virginia."
Lasciviously, Dynamo approved of Maxine's stout, honey-covered nipples. Her vanilla crème 36Cs sat atop her chest like perfectly placed melons. Complemented by her sensual abdomen, lovely hips, and red lace panties.
Dynamo saluted her. “Maxine, you make a man wanna lose his teeth eating all those sweets.”
Samantha pulled Dynamo to his feet and said. "Since you have a sweet tooth, there are several big pieces of candy you can have." She ushered him down the hallway into her bedroom.
Maxine sat on KT's lap. "Why you make me do that?"
"Again, with the selfishness."
“So, if I wanted Dynamo too, you wouldn't be selfish? You’ll be okay with it?" Her bathrobe held open, Maxine purred from the sensuality of him hungrily devouring her honey-covered nipples. "Why Yolanda says it’s okay for you to kidnap me?"
KT pinched her abdomen. Treasuring her melodic wince, he smooched her oblique. "She knows I can't get enough of yo sexy ass. So, it’s better to let me have you because either way, you were coming with me tonight."
“Then explain your girlfriend."
“How about you explain why you stay here with Samantha instead of with Yolanda like Honey does."
Maxine shrugged disappointedly. "I want to move in, but Yolanda says it’s better for me if I stay here with Samantha. That way, I won't be so clingy."
“You can keep it trill... yo sexy-self keeping a close eye on Yolanda's investment."
"Don't say that." She leaped from his lap. "You ever heard of a velvet tongue?"
KT shook his head. "What is it?"
“Something I read about in one of Eric Jerome Dickey's novels. Now I want to try it."
Watching her head towards the kitchen, KT disrobed. Two minutes later, he was given a coffee mug. Taking a sip, he pondered the strange, sweet elixir. "Warm green tea and honey."
“A velvet tongue." Maxine kneeled between his legs. Taking a sip from the coffee mug, she coated her mouth with the warm stickiness
. Slowly jerking his fast-maturing length, she slowly took him into her mouth.
KT’s toes curled instantaneously. A strange warmth coursed throughout his body. He was overwhelmed by the galactic euphoria of a velvet tongue slurping upon his manhood. KT, warding off a lightning-fast eruption, pried his manhood from her mouth. "Maxine, that's the shit."
“I knew it'll have you running from me. Soft tail." Maxine tossed her bathrobe aside. Laying across the sofa, she swayed her pelvis tauntingly. "Say you want me more than her, or don't touch me ever again."
KT, disregarding the feeble threat, massaged her thighs. Cupping her buttocks, he raised her hips. Removing Maxine’s lace panties, he draped her left leg across the sofa backrest. Sipping from the coffee mug, he settled between her thighs. "Now you about to get a real velvet tongue."
Maxine stalled his cunnilingus. “I know you love eating me."
“Then let me."
“You want me more than her?"
"I already got you."
Maxine pulled into a deep kiss savored his velvet tongue pirouetting with hers. She led KT on top of her, inside of her. She moaned with acceptance of his engorged manhood, slowly delving her femininity. Hips swaying in unison with his angled, slow stroke, she constricted her snug loins along his G-spot caressing plunge. "I feel better than her?"
“Stop comparing." KT groaned.
"Just be honest. You love this more."
KT withdrew from her then pulled her from the sofa. He took a seat. Smooching her womanhood, and replied. "If you honestly know how I feel about you, what I want now?"
Maxine turned her back to him. Her buttcheeks nibbled, she placed her knees on the sofa cushion. She was prevented from straddling him reverse cowgirl. She slid the coffee table closer then leaned across it. Gripping the opposite edge of the table, Maxine slowly lowered herself.
KT was lost within the magnificence of her moist, snug utopia descending upon him. Groaning euphorically, he was at the mercy of her awkward, angled sway morphing to the point she repeatedly thrust herself down upon him. Howling into a lightning-fast nirvana, he ejaculated deep inside her.
Maxine was hoist from across the coffee table and laid down on the sofa. Accepting his equally exhausted kiss, she asked. "Was I right?"
"What was that?"
"Your girlfriend."
KT eyed her bewilderingly. "What does Angel have to do with what just happened?"
“I see how she looks at you. I guess I wanted to show you how much I love you too." Maxine quickly recanted. "I didn’t mean that way."
KT took her into an impassioned kiss. Their mouths conjoined, their tongues danced to the unheard melody of equal longing.
"Maxine, Yolanda told me never tell a woman I love her unless I do."
“So, you never said those words to me because you don't love me." Maxine surmised.
“That's not what I'm saying. But Angel my shorty, and I do love her. That doesn't mean I don't have a major love for you, too, because I do. But Angel my number one. So yes or no, can you respect her position in my life? Cause if you can't, we can't."
Helped to her feet, Maxine retrieved her panties. She put on a bathrobe then sashayed into the bathroom.
Then running shower overtook faint groans and moans.
KT put on his silk boxers. With his Banana daiquiri, he went into the master bedroom. He smiled at Samantha, lying on the king-size bed, on her knees & elbows. Her blouse was crumpled around her waist. Her hair was soiled by intercourse, her face was twisted from a blend of pain & ecstasy. Samantha, gripping the bedsheets, whimpered from a naked, perspiration slick Dynamo ravaging her from behind.
KT took her by her hair. Leading her to the mattress edge, he placed her left hand inside his boxers." Yolanda said we could have you too."
“No... no, she didn't. I only work for her."
"You calling me a liar?"
Samantha held hostage Dynamo's slowed long stroke was powerless to prevent KT from collapsing his boxers. She was forced to take him into her mouth. Slurping along his thickness, she was able to taste him & Maxine's orgasm residue.
Dynamo, exhaustedly warding off nirvana, withdrew from Samantha’s utopia. He climbed from the bed. He took a sip from his drink and said. "Ace, go ahead and twist her guts cause I got something for her thick ass."
KT slung Samantha onto her back. Taking her ankles, he spread her legs high & wide. He was enthralled by the excellence of the thick, perspiration slick beauty's bushy pubic hairs. Her butterscotch, orgasm moist utopic entrance pulsated. KT bit her calf. Treasuring her wince, he said. "That's for acting like this the first time I took my time giving you the bizness."
"Damn, you can be such a suck-face." Samantha jeered.
KT ran his manhood helmet across her womanly folds. Prime to insert himself, he was taken by Samantha angrily, forcing him inside her. Greeted by her always snug, orgasm dampened loins, their intertwined pubic hairs signified his complete embedment. "Say my name the way I like it."
"Stop talking so damn much!"
KT placed her legs on his shoulders and seized her armpits. Fully extended, he dug his toes into the mattress. Bed swaying against a stroke so long and fierce, KT tried to pound Samantha into oblivion.
Her entire body, sensitive to the touch, Samantha exhaled with the elation of his abrupt withdrawal. She watched KT lay on his back. Her hand taken, Samantha climbed onto his nakedness. Straddling his length cowgirl style, she tensed from his ripping her blouse open. "Why you always doing that?"
“Shut the hell up." He fired back.
He feasts upon her 40DDs. Her agitation was overwhelmed by the ecstasy of his sensual upstroke synchronizing with his nibble/suckle blend. Samantha, caressing his head, whimpered from the magnificence of his deeply embedded manhood tapping into her feminine depths. "Why can't you be like this more often?"
"Maxine soft, so she gets my lovemaking." KT led her gaze towards the dresser. "That's what you get for being the strong one."
Samantha, sitting atop KT’s fully embedded manhood, froze with awed uncertainty. Dynamo, holding a tube of KY gel, slowly lubricated his fully engorged manhood. She stuttered. "What you two about to do?"
KT snatched her by her hair. "When a woman too much for one man, he calls in reinforcements."
Dynamo climbed onto the bed. Kneeling behind Samantha, he arched her back. He used some of the KY gel to lubricate her anus. He whispered in her ear. "Yolanda said we could."
Samantha whimpered. "This crazy... no way she agreed to this."
"If it’s too much, we'll stop."
“No, the fuck we ain't!” KT cut in. He cupped her face. "Watch how much we make you cum."
Samantha buried her face buried between KT's neck & shoulder blade. She trembled from Dynamo spreading her butt-cheeks. His lubricated manhood carefully squeezed into her anus. He was immediately seized by her tight anal muscles warring to expel him.
KT trembled from the euphoria of Samantha’s moist, vice-grip, snug vagina clamping upon his manhood. Trapped beneath the distressed beauty, he was able to feel her internal cringe. Her weep vibrating against his neck, her tears fell upon his shoulder. KT whispered. "Samantha, relax... let the pain go."
“GAWD OH GAWD... Yawl, too much. It’s killing me!"
“You gotta relax." Dynamo implored her. "This big ass feels so tight... You can take us both."
Samantha, struggling to withstand the indescribable torment, surrendered her existence to both men. She was conquered by two deeply embedded masculinities. She was unable to determine where one man started and the other concluded. Samantha was swayed against their synchronized, ever-intensifying double penetrating long strokes. Her conflicting brain signals transmitted a mixture of diminishing agony and ultimate. Her sexual existence was ushered into a redefining nirvana. Sobbingly, Samantha succumbs to multiple orgasms so closely aligned, they morphed into one long, indescribable orgasm.
Dynamo withdrew from her anus. Grabbing his tank top, howling climatic
ally, he soaked the shirt in an overly fluid ejaculation.
KT, one with Samantha's orgasm-soaked vagina muscles caressing his length, rolled her onto her back. Between her legs, he gave her a sensual half stroke. He kissed away tears from her face. "You okay?"
Samantha shook her head. "I... I..." Taken aback by his sudden withdrawal, she was pulled across the bed until her lower back was off the mattress altogether. Her ankles taken, she asked frighteningly. "KT, what you doing now?"
“Making sure you still can't stand me." At a fully extended incline, he unleashed a ferocious long stroke. One with their synchronized plunge into nirvana, he withdrew. Jerking his length. Howling her sexual praise, he doused Samantha’s pubic hairs with semen.
Exhaustedly, KT helped her sit upright. Setting his glass to her lips, he allowed the sexually purified Samantha to finish off his banana daiquiri. He put his boxers on then asked. "Ever wonder why I act like an asshole when it comes to you?"
An eternally exhausted Samantha smiled. "You like that I still call my own shots. While Yolanda’s, other women stay at her beck and call."
“Yolanda taught us all a lot."
“She still teaching us." She corrected him. The brief silence was pierced by a faint shrill. "What was that?"
KT bolted from the bedroom. Into the living room, he froze.
Maxine was trapped between the front door and Dynamo's nakedness. Her bathrobe was crumbled at her feet. Tears falling, hugging herself, she wept.
KT slung Dynamo aside. Pulling Maxine behind him, he met Dynamo's fiery gaze with his scorching own. "You taking pussy now!"
"Yolanda gave us the green light."
KT looked to Maxine. "Go get yourself together." Once she rushed from the living room, he slung Dynamo against the door. "Even if Yolanda gave us the go-ahead, you saw Maxine won't with it!”
Dynamo spat. “Damn that, K, we doubled down on Samantha! I’on say shit about you fucking Candace! I should be able to give Maxine the bizness. Especially when Yolanda told her to."
“Listen to you, ace. First, your ass claiming Candace, when you knew from the gate how she gets down. She belongs to the streets. At least she did until you decided to cuff her. And that’s cool. She yours, I’ll never violate that.” KT assured her. “And for the record, Yolanda gave ME the okay bang Maxine...” He was interrupted by the ringing house phone. His glare sharp enough to pierce tank armor, KT retrieved the cordless house phone. “Hello."
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