by Nene Capri
“Your bitch came to see me. And on a humble I let her live. But I told you I don’t share dick. Plus I got shit to do. I’ll holla at you,” she said and disconnected the call.
“Shit!” Boa said as he tried to call KoKo back, but there was no answer. He threw the phone on the table and sat back and wondered how he was going to fix it.
*****
Rock stood in his office wrapping up a deal and preparing to leave for the night. He had been on several dinner dates with KoKo, and tonight he was planning on making a move.
“So Mr. Lambert, I will have everything ready for you to sign tomorrow, just meet my assistant at the bank to finalize everything and pick up your check,” Rock said as he reached out to shake his client’s hand.
“Thank you for all your help, kind sir,” the older southern gentleman said as he rose from his seat. Just as Rock was about to see the man to the door, his phone rang. He decided to answer it.
“Hello.”
“KoKo is on line 2033,” his secretary informed him.
“Okay, put her through.” He sat back down. “Please excuse me, Mr. Lambert. Amy will see you out. I have to take this call. He picked up the line and put the call through.
“Miss KoKo,” he said in his deep sexy tone.
“Hey Rock.”
“I hope you’re getting ready for our date.” He looked at his watch.
“I’m running late. I was going to ask for a rain check.” KoKo was only in town to check on some shit before she had to get back up top.
“You’re not getting off that easy. What time do you think you will be free?”
“Around eleven o’clock.”
“Alright, I’ll cook for us. You just bring all that sexy with you and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She disconnected the call and continued her meeting.
Rock sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up on his desk as he began thinking of the evening he was going to have with KoKo.
Rock had carefully planned and waited for this moment for months, and now it was here. He lit the candles sitting on the dining room table, and then headed back to the kitchen to complete his meal.
It was now eleven-thirty on the dot. KoKo rang the bell just as Rock was turning off the last pan. He walked over to the door, looked through the peephole and then opened it with a smile. KoKo stood there in her three-piece suit looking beautiful as usual. He opened the door and looked her up and down. A smile came across her face.
“Well, are you going to let me in or just stare at me?” KoKo asked.
“My bad. Come in.” Rock moved to the side allowing her to pass.
As he shut the door, he announced what he had planned, “I hope you’re hungry. I hooked up a little sumthin, sumthin.”
“What we got?” she asked, walking into the kitchen and looking in the pots.
“I hooked up a little steamed shrimp, some yellow rice and some string beans and a nice wine chilling over there.” He pointed in the dining room at the perfectly set table.
“I see your work. Let me find out you can cook,” she said, turning in his direction.
“I have a lot of talent you’re about to find out about.” He walked up on her, grabbed her around the waist and kissed her lips.
“I wanna freshen up real quick so I can join you. I’ve been running all day.”
“Don’t make me come and get you.”
“I’ll be right back,” she responded as she squeezed past Rock. KoKo walked down the long hallway and into the master bedroom and stripped down, hopped in the shower making sure to wash everything thoroughly, including her hair.
Thirty minutes later, she stepped out and applied lotion and then walked over to Rock’s closet and found something to put on. As Rock put the finishing touches on their plates, KoKo emerged from his room. He looked up to see KoKo wearing one of his dress shirts half buttoned with cleavage and her bare, sexy brown legs on display. “You ready?”
“More than you know.” He took her hand and led her to the dining room. Rock pulled out her chair and kissed her forehead. KoKo smiled as she sat down, loving how attentive Rock was.
He walked to the kitchen and then brought back the plates and placed them on the table. Rock sat across from KoKo. They ate, talked, and laughed. When they were done, he cleared the table and went to load the dishwasher. KoKo went to the bathroom to freshen up. She returned and stood in the doorway watching him clean up.
“Thanks for dinner,” she said, looking him up and down and admiring his dick print in his loose fitting pants.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He closed the dishwasher and washed his hands. Rock turned to face her.
“Is that why they call you Rock?” KoKo said, reaching out and sliding her hand along his stiffness.
“You can answer that for yourself in the morning.”
“I don’t do spend the night.” KoKo stared into his eyes while continuing to massage him.
“I haven’t met a woman yet that has been able to walk away from my bed.” He stared back at her, enjoying her hand action.
“You must be fucking with those rookie type bitches.”
“And you must be a woman that’s just used to getting fucked.” He stood calculating everything he was getting ready to do to her. She don’t know who she fucking with.
For the first time KoKo was quiet and intrigued. Rock took that silence as a slight fear and made his move. He pulled her close and snatched the shirt open. The buttons popped off, exposing her perfect breasts and neatly shaved kitty. KoKo inhaled deeply and released his dick from her hand. Rock placed his hands on her breasts and gently squeezed her nipples as he walked her backwards to his room, kissing her neck and face and nibbling on her collarbone without another word. Once at the foot of his bed, he slowly eased the shirt off her shoulders and watched it hit the floor. Rock took a minute to look at her body. KoKo didn’t know how to receive him. One minute he was calm, and the next minute he was tearing her clothes off.
“Get up on the bed,” he ordered.
KoKo did exactly as told. Rock undressed and stood there with all of his splendor on full display. KoKo lay back on her elbows with her pretty pussy staring him in the face. She admired his body and the way he stroked that rod to full potential. Rock strapped up and prepared to do damage.
His first thought was to taste her sweet nectar. Then he thought, Nah, I need to break that ass down first, and then I’ll bless her with this tongue.
Rock climbed between her legs and placed his dick right at her opening. Then he placed his mouth on her nipple and sucked lightly, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Pulling back a little, he released it from his mouth and gave the other one the same attention, taking time to nibble all around her breasts. He then licked everything he could get his mouth on. KoKo was on fire. Rock stared into her lustrous eyes as he began planting soft kisses all over her face, stopping to slide only an inch of himself into her at a time.
KoKo’s breathing increased. She was ready to feel all that steel he was slinging. She pushed upward with her waist in an attempt to get him to go deeper, but every time she pushed up, he pulled back. Rock grabbed one of her legs and placed it in the crook of his arm to keep her from wrapping her legs around him, so he could continue his tease. KoKo was ready to scream. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her heart was racing as the words left her mouth.
“Do it to me,” she whispered, kissing and sucking his neck. Rock slid in a few inches. “Ahhh . . .” she moaned, trying to grind on him and inviting him to go farther. And just as she thought he was going to go full throttle, he pulled back.
“Rooock . . .” she whined and repeated, “Do it to me.”
Rock was enjoying every minute. KoKo had been giving him the chase of a lifetime, and he was glad he had all the control. In a matter of minutes she was helpless, vulnerable, and begging.
When he saw a little frustration set in, he made his move, pushing himself all the way in
until he hit the bottom. “Ohhhh…” KoKo moaned as she began riding him from the bottom. Just as she was finding her spot, he pulled back. KoKo grabbed him around his neck, “You better not,” she said firmly in his ear.
“You’re in my playground now. You gotta fuck by my rules.” He gave her a serious look and then threw her leg up on his shoulder and went in deep again and grinding slow.
“Mmmm . . .Right there,” KoKo moaned.
Rock buried himself deep and close inside her, stroking with precision. The deep penetration and pressure on her clit was bringing on a strong orgasm.
“Ahhh…” she moaned. Damn, this nigga is doing his thing! A powerful sequence of contractions came one after another. “Oh my god!” she said as her head dug deep into the pillow and thrust back and forth. While holding on tight to Rock she instructed, “Right there . . .ohhh . . . Right there,” she managed to get out as a paralyzing orgasm rocked her soul.
Rock continued to grind deeply as KoKo tried to recover. Out of breath, her stomach heaved. She closed her eyes and decided to enjoy the feeling. Little did she know he was just getting started.
As Rock quickened his rhythm hitting it from all angles, he looked down at her and smiled. All that tough shit went out the window. He threw the other leg on his shoulder and put some speed on that push. Once she had come several times back to back, Rock released one of his own. He then pulled out, stood up, and walked over to the big suede ottoman across the room. He pulled off the magnum and grabbed another one as he stroked himself back to full capacity.
“Come over here,” he gave his next order.
KoKo looked at him stroking his dick back to life as she tried to sit up. Once she managed to get to the edge of the bed, she planted her feet on the floor and then walked over to him.
“Bend over,” he said as he slid his stiffness into another condom.
KoKo got on all fours. Rock stood behind her caressing her butt. KoKo watched him in the mirrors strategically placed right in front of the ottoman. Rock kneeled behind her and pushed inside her inch by inch. KoKo dropped her head as he rationed out those inches, and again she found herself craving him. He teased and teased, pulling her into him until her ass cheeks smacked against his thighs. “Mmmm . . .Damn, you feel good,” she moaned.
“I know. I’m surgical with this muthafucka.” He pulled back, going from side to side faster and faster. KoKo enjoyed every stroke, and within minutes she came hard, panting and moaning. Rock pulled her up so her back was in his chest.
“Open your eyes,” he told her. KoKo tried to look through her small slits as she watched his thick dick disappear in and out of her wetness. Rock began rubbing his fingers up and down her pussy lips and flicked his finger back and forth over her clit. “See how good I make you feel?”
KoKo matched each stroke with a downward thrust. Rock wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly into him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She placed her head on his shoulder as she rode that dick well. Rock watched in the mirror, enjoying every second.
He pulled her legs farther apart so he could get a better view of her popping that coochie. In minutes, they were both cumming and breathing hard, and he wasn’t done. He pushed her forward and gave her deep doggie for about an hour. When KoKo’s legs started to give, he pulled out and took her back to the bed and showed no mercy.
When morning rolled around, KoKo woke up and looked around. Rock was nowhere in sight. She managed to sit up and get out the bed. She walked her naked, sexy ass to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and had to laugh to herself. I talked all that shit and ended up getting some dangerous dick, spending the night and waking up with my kitty purring. KoKo flushed the toilet and washed her hands and then her face. She looked in his medicine cabinet and found a toothbrush and mouthwash.
After getting her breath and face right, she hopped in the shower. Forty minutes later, she walked out the bathroom butt naked and just air dried. She grabbed her purse and retrieved the small bag with a thong, bra, and a small bottle of lotion and deodorant. Once her skin was scented, she grabbed her pants and shirt and put them on. She gathered her things and then walked out the room. Rock stood at the stove making some eggs. Orange juice and fruit cut up in a bowl sat on the counter.
“Thanks for last night. I needed that.”
“Did you sleep well?” he asked in his smooth, relaxed tone.
“Too well,” she confessed. “Everything looks good. I wish I could stay for breakfast, but a sistah got some appointments.” She kissed his cheek.
“When will I see you again?” he turned and pulled her in his arms.
“Don’t worry. You will see me soon.” She kissed his lips and then pulled away.
KoKo then turned to the counter and picked up the juice.
Rock watched her sip the orange juice and bite into a strawberry. He reveled in his glory, knowing he had handled that pussy thoroughly. As she sashayed to the door, he thought, I got that ass.
KoKo was also thinking, Damn, that nigga dick game is on point. I might have to double back for some more of that.
-37-
Building an Empire
“So what’s on the table?” Night asked KoKo as they cruised through midtown. It was that time of year in New York that most people regretted . . .summer was ending. Soon, the trees’ green leaves would turn orange, red, yellow, or brown, and the warm air would become breezy and cool.
“I have that meeting with the Russian tomorrow. I plan to execute the final stage of my plan,” KoKo replied.
“Why don’t you let me handle that?”
“Nah, I got it,” she stated firmly.
Approching the red light, Night looked over at her.
“What?” She turned her head in his direction.
“Ain’t nothing. I’ll just do what I do best—make sure the crew is on point.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m paying you for.” She turned her eyes back to the road.
“I don’t work for you. I work with you,” he said with a small attitude.
“Well, who do you work for?” KoKo looked at him with a wrinkled brow.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Night asked.
“Look, we’re building an empire. Somebody gotta lead, and somebody gotta fucking follow,” she stated. “At the end of the day you’re following what Kayson told you to do, and that was follow what I say. Right?” KoKo asked, looking at the side of his face.
Night drove in silence. KoKo’s little smart ass mouth could sometimes be very aggravating.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer. As long as we on the same fucking page.” She paused. “I don’t even know why we are having this conversation.” She looked forward. “Turn in here.” She pointed at the corner. KoKo got out and shut the door. Leaning in she said, “Relax. Stop letting shit get you all bent. Trust me. I got this. Yo ass all uptight and shit. Go home and get your dick sucked or something.”
“Fuck you, KoKo,” Night shot back.
“No, go home and fuck your bitch. Get that nut up off ya back.” She stepped back as he pulled off.
Bragging Rights…
Curt was on cloud nine, hustling for Baseem, and earning a better name for himself and gaining respect. Plus, with him getting a once a week pussy regimen, he felt like prison royalty.
“Damn, nigga. You look like you just won the lottery,” Baseem said, looking up from reading Payback Ain’t Enough by Wahida Clark.
“I feel like I just won the lottery,” Curt said, moving through the cell.
“Yo. Let me ask you something. Who are those dudes in that picture? Is that your crew?”
“Those niggas are my brothers.” He got the picture off the wall and sat on his bunk across from Baseem. “This right here is Shorty. He got killed, leaving behind a wife and a baby. And this is Terrance, he put me on. He got killed a little before I got knocked. This nigga right here was the truth.” He pointed at a big fat dude that stood next to Aldeen.
“Yeah. What h
appened to him?”
“I don’t really know. He got into business with some grimy ass niggas from NY. No disrespect.”
“None taken.”
“Yeah, but he got knocked and then got jumped in the yard. They stabbed him over fifty times.”
“Damn. Who is this cat right here?”
“Oh him? That’s Aldeen. He came to the city flashing money and grouping niggas. He rolled in town with some gun-toting beast ass niggas. He called all the shots, but I could tell he wasn’t in charge.”
“What you mean?”
“One time my man Terrance was having a meeting with somebody that he said was the head of Aldeen’s whole organization, and they was plotting on this nigga named Kay something, I can’t remember . . .Anyway, the door was cracked. I was ear hustling hard, but couldn’t really catch everything and never got a chance to see who he was talking to. But the thing that stuck with me the most was when Terrance said, ‘If this nigga is so hard to get to, how do you expect me to hit him?’ And the voice responded in a cold, malicious tone, ‘If you know a nigga’s weakness it’s easy to kill ‘im.’” Curt paused, staring off for a minute as if he were reliving the moment. “I heard their chairs moving, so I got away from the door and went downstairs. She caused the downfall of the whole organization.” He stood up and put the picture back in its place.
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Hold up. Did I hear you say she?”
“Hell yeah. And if I ever find out who that cold-hearted bitch is, I’ma kill her slow.” He got up and walked out the cell.
Baseem sat up in his bed. His head was spinning as he said to himself, “A woman? KoKo? Nah, can’t be.” He continued to turn it over in his mind and then he headed to the phones.
*****
KoKo sat across from Andres in his coffee shop as he laid out his plan for trying to make peace and better business relations with the Russians.
“KoKo, I have dealt with you for a lot of years, and we have made each other a lot of money.”
KoKo stayed quiet.
“There is a lot of tension between us and the Russians.” He paused and took a long pull on his cigarette. “You and your people are close to the streets. That is why I am coming to you. I need you to help me settle this problem.”