The Pussy Trap 3

by Death by Temptation (retail) (epub)

  KoKo took his dick firmly in her hand. Leaning in, she kissed the head, took him in her mouth, tasting their juices and enjoying every lick.

  “Mmmm . . . sssss . . .” he moaned, enjoying her tongue action.

  “Get up here and get this dick right. Make daddy cum,” he ordered, putting an end to her treat. He wanted to gut something.

  KoKo released him from her mouth, got in position, sliding down on him and gripping his thighs as she began bouncing and rocking on that pole. Planting her feet firm into the bed, she worked her show. She closed her eyes and gave the Enforcer just what he needed. “Cater To You” by Destiny’s Child played, and she rode to the beat.

  “That's right, baby. Work that shit!” he moaned.

  KoKo didn't say a word. She effortlessly moved her body and fucked the boss, well. Digging her nails into his thighs, she rocked and rotated her hips until Kayson’s moans matched hers. Tangled in a web of passion, both of them on the verge of explosion, oblivious of time and space.

  Planting his hands securely on her hips, he guided her movements as she bounced and wiggled. Wet juices slid down his dick making the ride slippery.

  “Damn, ma,” Kayson moaned.

  When KoKo’s body began to shake uncontrollably, her nails dug into his flesh.

  Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms under her legs, lifting her off his dick and pulling her to his mouth. Kayson sucked her clit fast and hard; her body convulsed.

  “Ahhhh . . . Kaaaaay . . .” she moaned as he continued to handle that kitty the way only he could. KoKo lay her head on his leg as he slowly ran his tongue up and down her lips. Her body jerked with every touch.

  As he rubbed his lips in her wetness, she took his dick into her hand and stroked and squeezed, running the tip of her tongue around the rim. When she heard a light moan escape his lips, it was on. Squirming away from him, she gripped his legs and took him in her mouth and to the back of her throat.

  “Oh shit!” Kayson groaned as her jaws tightened. Moving and bobbing, she began to please the Enforcer.

  “Sssss . . . Damn, baby,” he whispered, holding the sheets with one hand and massaging her clit with the other.

  KoKo brought her mouth to the tip and sucked and rotated her head.

  “Mmmm . . . Damn, I missed him,” she whined as she freed him from her mouth. Again, she took his dick into her hand, squeezing it tight while slowly stroking. Moving forward, she got back into position—got back on that pulsating pole and rode fast and hard.

  “Oh shit! Hold up, baby. I don’t want to cum yet.”

  KoKo looked over her shoulder and said, “This is boss dick. Let that shit go.”

  Kayson smiled, grabbed her hips, and thrust up hard, matching her every movement. In seconds, KoKo busted long and hard.

  Kayson, not to be outdone, flipped her over, climbed back on top, and threw those legs on his shoulders and treated the pussy like it was bottomless.

  “Oh, my God!” She was taken over by throbbing desire, needing to escape but couldn’t, wanting all the satisfaction of his knowing push, but she couldn’t take it.

  Making sure he broke that pussy down, Kayson placed his feet on the wall behind them. In a diagonal push-up, he went in for the kill and punished the pussy.

  KoKo put both hands on his stomach to control his thrusts. “Move your hands,” he growled, plowing into her. “Kaaaaaay . . .” she yelled as he hit that spot.

  “I’m still the boss in this muthafucka.”

  KoKo squirmed to be free. The intensity of his thrust caused loud moans to drip from her lips as her nails pressed into his chest. She couldn’t take any more. Kayson grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed.

  “Kaaaay . . . Nooo . . .”

  “Am I still in charge?” He continued to stroke. “Yessssss . . .”

  “Tell me!”

  “You’re still in charge!” she yelled as her head moved fast from side to side.

  “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  KoKo took as much as she could, and when the stroke became unbearable she surrendered.

  “You’re still the boss.”

  “Make me believe it.” He released her arms, placing his hands behind her knees. Pinning them all the way back, he plowed her back out.

  “You’re the Boss! Baby, you’re the Boss!” she screamed as a soul-rocking orgasm rose up from her core.

  With her admittance of his power, he sealed the deal by writing his name all over her walls. When the last drop was released, he let go of her legs.

  Out of breath he warned, “You better not ever forget it.”

  KoKo looked at him through the slits of her eyes, drunken and unable to move or speak. She just lay there as he placed kisses all over her face, stopping to suck her lips.

  “I love you, baby,” he again confessed.

  “I love you too,” she said barely over a whisper. “You still can’t handle this dick,” he teased.

  KoKo gave him a half smile. “And you still strung out on this pussy.”

  “Well, you said it best. This is ‘made-for-a-boss’ pussy.” “Sssss…” she hissed as he pulled out, kissing down her stomach. KoKo turned over and watched his sexy, sweaty body.

  “Come wash the boss up.” He smacked the side of her leg while getting off the bed heading toward the bathroom.

  “You ain't going to ever change.” She shook her head. “Bosses don’t change. We improve. And right now, I’m at

  the top of my fucking game.”

  Barely able to move, KoKo turned onto her stomach and watched him move around the bathroom. She wanted to lie there, but one thing she learned early. Don’t play with the boss. KoKo wobbled to her feet and followed his orders, joining him in the shower.

  As usual, they showered and laughed and played. When they came out, they oiled each other up and lay down, both worn out.

  Kayson held her tight as she dozed off. KoKo fell asleep at ease. Her baby was back and he just gave her everything she needed.

  Just when KoKo was settling into her slumber, Kayson woke her up and started everything all over again. The Enforcer was greedy for KoKo, and Kayson, being the pussy tamer he is, put that pussy totally out of commission.

  The Next Morning . . .

  KoKo woke up and stretched. Then she looked over at Kayson’s side to discover it was empty. She stretched once again as her eyes scanned the room. Everything that she saw last night was not there and neither was Kayson. For a quick second; she feared she dreamt it all, but when she moved her legs to get off the bed, her body told the whole story. She was sore from head to toe. Her legs felt like rubber bands. The boss had definitely put his work in.

  When she reached the bathroom and turned on the light, her reflection in the mirror was also confirmation. KoKo was covered in hickies and faint bite marks, the boss’s signature.

  “This nigga,” KoKo spat as she turned in the mirror and saw two circular hickies on each ass cheek. The boss had marked his territory.

  KoKo looked around to retrieve her things. She grabbed a small overnight bag he left her and set it on the sink. When KoKo reached in the bag, she saw a black ring box with a note sticking to it, which read:

  Hey Babe,

  Sorry Daddy couldn’t give you some morning wood, but we’re at war, so I’m back in the trenches.

  In that box is my ring. Put it back on and don’t take it off.

  KoKo opened the box. Inside was her original wedding ring, which confirmed that he had not only been close by, but he had also been in the house. She looked back at the note and continued reading.

  Oh yeah, tell Miss Kitty I said thank you.

  The Enforcer woke up with a smile on his face. See you soon.

  Love you.

  KoKo chuckled, slid her ring on her finger, and got in the shower.

  Retrieving the other bags he had set up for her, she began popping tags and getting dressed. Fully clad, she packed up her things and headed to the airport. When the plane landed, Baseem and
his two goons were waiting.

  KoKo walked off the plane sporting a pair of pink Tod’s ‘Gommini’ moccasins, black thick stretch pants, and a pink tank top.

  “What’s up, Boss?” Baseem greeted her with a smile, responding to the shine that radiated off her skin.

  “I’m good. How you doing?” she asked as he opened the door for her to enter the car.

  “Time will tell,” he said and closed the door. Immediately, his mood changed as he noticed the many hickies that covered her body.

  KoKo’s secrecy brought forth visual proof that she had some shit going on, and he was about to get all in her business.

  - 11 -

  Just Be Patient

  Kayson had been following lead after lead and hitting one dead end after another. Frustration was about to set in until he saw Nine walk into Delmonico’s

  restaurant at one o’clock sharp just as his informant had told him. He slouched in his seat and watched as Nine was directed to a seat and given his menu.

  With the utmost caution, Kayson eyed his every move. Nine placed a phone call, and then he called the waitress over and placed his order. He motioned her to lean down, putting her ear to his mouth. When he finished, the woman stood up blushing and giggling. She carefully removed his menu and walked off.

  Kayson stayed in the cut waiting to make his move, when in walked his twin. His eyebrows wrinkled at the sight of the older gentlemen, who looked exactly like him.

  Tyquan walked over to the table in a black two-piece suit with a gray shirt and black and gray striped tie. He pulled the chair out and unfastened his jacket, sitting across from Nine.

  Nine waved the waitress over, who poured them both a drink. The two men began their conversation. They went back and forth for a few minutes before Tyquan folded his hands, and with an intense stare he gritted his teeth. He made his final statement, and as he got up he bumped the table. Tyquan stood over Nine, beaming down at him like a disappointed parent.

  “Fix this shit!” Tyquan shouted. Several customers looked in his direction. “Mind your fucking business and eat your food!” he said, fastening his button and walking away.

  Nine sat unfazed. He grabbed his glass and brought it to his mouth.

  Kayson took this moment of distraction to get up and move to Nine’s table. He sat down.

  “It’s funny what a man can find out when he just sits quietly,” Kayson said, picking up the glass Tyquan left behind and taking it to his nose. He set it back down.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Nine asked, looking around.

  “I was going to ask you the same question.” Kayson locked eyes with Nine.

  “Look, I told you I gotta play this shit out. We can’t afford to leave one stone unturned,” he said with agitation in his voice.

  Sweat appeared on his nose as he feared Tyquan would double back and see him sitting with Kayson.

  “You told me that you were done dealing with my father. How is it that I run up on y’all seated and eating from the same plate? Oh, and I see he’s mad at you,” Kayson said with a smug grin.

  “This shit is more dangerous than you know. I have to play my hand my way,” Nine stated.

  “Yeah, and while you over there playing with your dick, my wife and son are in danger. You need to do what you gotta do to get this the fuck off my back. I paid your ass to handle this shit, and it is still plaguing me.”

  “I told you, I got you. But I can’t do my job if you’re going to be popping up intervening.” Nine looked around again.

  “I’ma give you a week. Then I’m coming for all y’all niggas. And one by one, you will die. And I won’t lose one night’s sleep behind my choices.” Kayson stood up. “Oh, and they are watching you. The man at the table in the back followed you over here. I’ma tell you like my punk ass father told you. Fix this shit!” He spoke his final words and walked off.

  Nine put his elbow on the table and rubbed his hand over his face. Taking his phone from his pocket, he placed the call he had been avoiding.

  “Hello?” the voice rang through the receiver. “He’s on my ass. We need a meeting.”

  “Fly out here immediately.”

  “I’m on my way,” Nine responded, hanging up his phone.

  He looked around the restaurant and then stood to leave.

  Tyquan walked into his office with a handful of missed call slips from his secretary. As he thumbed through the pages, his mind reflected on the conversation he had with Nine. His son was alive and stalking everyone down like a skillful hunter after his tender prey.

  Unbuttoning his jacket, he hung it over the chair and took a seat. He folded his hands and brought them to his face. Resting his chin on his knuckles, he contemplated his next move.

  “Excuse me, you need an appointment to see Mr. Wells,” the secretary yelled out as the man stormed into Tyquan’s office.

  “Should I call security, Mr. Wells?”

  “No, I got it. It’s okay. Close the door behind you,” he instructed.

  “Why do I hear that your son is still alive stalking my fucking streets?” The angry man stood in front of Tyquan’s desk, damn near foaming at the mouth.

  “Don’t come in my fucking office being loud and disruptive,” Tyquan calmly ordered.

  “Fuck your office! If that hotheaded son of yours comes near me or kills another one of my me—”

  “What? What the fuck you gonna do?” Tyquan stood, reached in hi desk, and pulled out his golden Star Model .380.

  The man’s eyes got big as his pale white face turned fire engine red.

  “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought. We down here in the fucking trenches. Don’t come down on the front line talking shit. I got this. And in the meantime, don’t ever fucking threaten me!” He walked over to the man, only inches away with his gun firm at his side.

  “If you’re not comfortable with how I’m handling things, bring your fat ass out here, and I’ll sit back and watch.”

  “We got too many people depending on us,” he tried to calm the situation.

  “I know what the fuck is at stake, and I’ve been the one taking all the risk. Tell them other muthafuckas to suck my dick. And my fee just went up,” he growled. “Get the fuck out my office,” Tyquan slowly backed up and went back to his seat. Slamming his gun on the desk, he folded his hands on his chest. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

  Shaken and feeling disrespected to the highest degree, the man backed up toward the door. “I’ll be in touch.”

  “No, muthafucka, I’ll get at you.” Tyquan’s nostrils flared, head to the side.

  When the door closed, he picked up a glass figurine off his desk and threw it at the wall. “Fuck!”

  Rushing from her desk, his secretary pushed the door open looking around. “Is everything okay, Mr. Wells?” the young naive woman asked.

  Tyquan looked in her direction, eyeing her curves in her tight, red pencil skirt and white blouse that showed off a few inches of cleavage.

  “Nah, I need to release some tension. Come in and close the door,” he ordered.

  “How may I help you?” she shyly asked. “I need you to help me clean my desk off.”

  Deborah switched over to him, stepping in between his legs. “Should I stand here?” she flirtatiously asked.

  Without saying a word, he stood up, inhaling her scent.

  Deborah’s breath accelerated as the intensity of his stare caused a flutter in the bottom of her stomach.

  “You nervous?” he asked, looking down at her. Deborah nodded yes. He began to unbutton her blouse.

  Running his finger between her breasts, he watched as her nipples stiffened. “Relax, I just want to make you grab tight to the other end of the desk for a little while.”

  Turning her, he released her breasts from her bra and began to caress them gently.

  Deborah pushed her back into his chest as he slipped his other hand down the front of her skirt. Her head slid back and forth against his firm bod
y as he slowly circled his finger on her clit.

  “Ain’t nothing like wet pussy,” he whispered in her ear. Pushing her forward onto his desk, he spread her legs wide.

  As he slid his hands up her thighs bringing her skirt over her ass, Deborah looked over her shoulder to see him admiring the view.

  Tyquan grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her thong on both sides. Deborah inhaled as he pulled it from between her legs.

  Unzipping his pants and releasing his pulsating rod, he positioned her just right and slid all the way in.

  “Ahhhh . . . ohhh,” she moaned as he stroked with precision.

  Gripping her ass tight, he picked up speed. She did just as he predicted and grabbed tight to the desk as he worked her in every angle. One thing after another fell from his desk as he fucked her long and hard.

  Deborah struggled to stifle her moans as the pleasure of his push took over her entire body.

  He became more aroused as he watched her breasts slide along his desk. Tyquan hit that pussy like it owed him money. “Make this pussy cum for me,” he moaned, hitting her spot just right.

  Within seconds, she was cumming and so was he. Pushing all the way in, he rested against her soft ass, breathing heavy.

  “You good?” he asked, pulling out. “No,” she responded.

  “Is, that right?”

  “I need to sit on your lap,” she purred.

  “Well, you know what you need to do.” He sat back in his chair.

  Turning, she went to her knees and began to make him rise for the occasion.

  After his little rendezvous was over, his mind was at ease. His thoughts were now flowing. He knew exactly what he needed to do. While Deborah cleaned up their mess, Tyquan went into his bathroom, freshened up, and changed into another suit. When he emerged from the bathroom she was gone. He grabbed his car keys and briefcase and left his office.

  - 12 -

  Like Father Like Son

  The sound of Tyquan’s heels digging into the concrete echoed through the parking garage as he made his way to his car. His mind was racing as he redistributed the

  thoughts of past and present as he moved swiftly through the cars.