“Is that right? Mr. Cassidy Long, huh?”
“The one and only,” he replied. “I think you are one of the most beautifulest girls in the world. You have that real beauty, that natural beauty. Every time I see you, you have your hair pulled back, no makeup on. I get to see the real you, unfiltered. Your beauty is pure.”
Draya blushed again and swept the hair from her face. She loved Cass’s approach. He had an honest vibe and seemed so real. He was 100 percent and she could feel it.
Draya hadn’t really thought about it until then but she hadn’t been with a man in over a year. She was so busy working and taking care of her brother, she hadn’t been making time for herself. She looked at Cass’s dark chocolate skin and felt her love button begin to throb—she was getting aroused. So much so that she began to squirm. Cass leaned in and pressed his lips against hers and it seemed like they were melting into each other. Their hands were all over each other as they passionately French-kissed in front of the flickering fire. She loved his strong hands and the way he handled her. It was rough and aggressive but with care. He slid his hand down into her jeans and touched her love box.
Cass was surprised the instant he got to his destination. Her panties were already soaked. It caused a chain reaction, because his rod began to grow rock hard as all of the blood flowed to the peak of his mountain. Cass had been anticipating this very moment for a while. He had been determined to get into the mind and body of the beautiful woman who now sat before him. Cass slowly inserted his finger into Draya’s wetness, causing her to close her eyes as she held onto his muscular arms. Cass loved her response and knew just what to do. He slowly began to rub her clitoris with his thumb as he placed his lips on her earlobe. “This is going to be mine,” he whispered as he plunged deeper. Draya slowly nodded her head, and Cass moved his lips down and gently kissed her neck while carefully and strategically finger-popping her. He took his time; the world was on his watch and he was in total control.
Cass took his hand out of her pants and stood up. The dim light from the fire made him seem like a God as Draya looked at him in admiration. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, revealing his tattooed body and ripped physique, never taking his eyes off Draya. She licked her lips involuntarily, waiting to taste him. She was yearning for him; her love button had never been so swollen in her life. She was ready for his entry.
Cass unbuckled his pants and they dropped to the floor, exposing his white Polo boxers that tightly hugged him and put his large package on display. Draya pulled off her shirt and then her bra. Cass watched carefully and began to slowly stroke his rod through his drawers. Draya undressed completely, revealing her plump buttocks. Her thick thighs and bowlegged stance had Cass enticed. She stood up and looked into his eyes. He then pulled off his boxers and exposed himself. Draya peeked down and saw the vein bulging from his erect penis and almost lost her breath. She reached over and began stroking and it felt like a rock in her hand as she tugged on the curved masterpiece. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth and cupped his sack as she gave him slow, deep fellatio. Cass put his hand on the back of Draya’s head and then threw his own head back in pleasure; her hot mouth was driving him crazy. The alcohol and the newness of being in his company had Draya in complete bliss.
Cass felt himself peaking, so he stepped back. Now it was her turn. He grabbed a pillow from the nearby couch and placed it on the wooden floor. He laid down and rested his head on the fluffy pillow while Draya sat and watched. Without saying a word, he signaled with his index finger for her to come to him. Draya smiled, wiped her mouth, and crawled over. She lifted one leg and straddled his ripped body. Her leaking box dripped onto his pelvis area as they locked eyes. Cass swiftly pulled her over and she was now on his face, lining her love box with his mouth. Draya closed her eyes and placed her hands on the floor, draping over him. She slowly began to grind against him. Cass grabbed Draya’s buttocks as he moved his tongue in circular motions and gently sucked on her button. She ground harder and Cass began to move his tongue in overdrive. Draya felt a tingle down below and began to speed up her pace. Masterfully and with perfect timing, Cass pushed Draya down to ride on his tool. He was now inside of her and they began to make passionate love until both of them had numerous orgasmic explosions. It was beautiful . . . it was the beginning of something special . . . they could both feel the deep connection.
The night ended with both of them completely satisfied and out of energy. They laid there and talked for hours until the sun came up, and they both agreed it was one of the best nights of their lives. The mystery man had Draya open . . . wide open.
Chapter Four
Draya smiled as she looked down at the text from Cass. It was a simple Good morning, pretty girl on her screen, but it made her grin from ear to ear. It had been days since she shared the great experience with Cass up north at the cabin, yet the intimate memory made her blush every single time she thought of him. It was Saturday morning and she had the day off. She decided to spend the day relaxing and putting a plan together for the upcoming week. She heard chatter coming from the front room, including an unfamiliar voice. She crept to her door and peeked into the living room and was surprised at what she saw. Blink, June, and some younger guy she didn’t know were sitting there counting money.
“What’s going on here?” Draya asked as she came into full view with her arms crossed. All eyes shot to her.
“What’s good, Draya?” Blink said, smiling at her and wrapping a rubber band around the knot of money he was holding.
“Morning, sis.” June was smiling with überexcitement. He stood up and held a fistful of money in the air. “Look at the lick we just hit!” he yelled.
“What’s going on? Where y’all get this money from?” Draya took another step forward to get a better view of the table.
“Blink set the whole thing up. We hit old man Johnson’s spot,” June said as he flicked through the bills. Mr. Johnson had been running numbers in the streets since the early ’80s. She never liked his old pervert ass, so she grinned. But she quickly wiped the smile off her face when she thought about the potential backlash.
“How much di—” Draya started her sentence, but was cut off by Blink.
“You talk too much, lil’ nigga,” he said to June, before snatching the money out of his hand.
June, always playing the little-brother role with Blink, tried to explain himself: “Man, she’s cool. She not going to say nothing.”
“How much y’all make?” Draya asked as she picked up a wad of money from the table.
“About ten racks,” June said proudly. “He was loaded.”
“So let me get this right: y’all ran up in a spot, risk y’all lives, and only getting what . . . three thousand apiece?” Draya shook her head. They were chasing small money that would be gone in a month’s time. She walked back into her room in disgust. It was one more reason why she had to get June off to college and out of the projects.
Blink’s eyes were on Draya’s ass the whole way. He’d always had a crush on her, though he knew he didn’t stand a chance with her until he got his paper up. He was determined to get a taste of her one day.
Draya entered her room and closed the door, still thinking about how dumb they looked. Three thousand dollars! That ain’t shit. Not enough to . . . She stopped in her tracks and it was like a lightbulb had popped on in her mind. She knew how she would hit the Harrises. She could see it so clearly now. I got it. Blink had a reputation in the hood as a jack boy as well as a seller. Draya knew that he was the perfect guy for the job she had in mind. She was about to go for the gusto. If Blink agreed, she would hit the biggest score of her life. One that would set her up for a long time and send June to college.
* * *
Days had passed and Draya was once again cleaning at the Harrises’ house. But it wasn’t just an ordinary day. It was the day she had picked for the robbery. She had gone over the plan with Blink and June for wha
t seemed like the millionth time. She knew that because the house had cameras, it would prove that she had nothing to do with the robbery. She had the perfect plan. She continued to dust the mantel in the front, just as she would any other day. Her heart pumped as she tried to keep calm. She glanced toward the rear of the house and wondered why Mr. and Mrs. Harris were taking so long. Are they still leaving? Did they notice my nervousness? These and other questions raced through Draya’s mind as she tried to look as normal as possible.
* * *
June and Blink sat in a Chevy Blazer parked five blocks away from the big white house. They waited patiently for Draya’s call so they could put their plan in motion. A chrome .45 sat in Blink’s lap, along with a ski mask. June also had a gun and a ski mask, and he rubbed his hands together thinking about the big caper they were about to pull off.
“I hope your sister is sure about what she saw,” Blink said as he moved the toothpick around his mouth with his tongue.
“She say it’s a sure thing,” June replied confidently. He looked at the big shiny gun in Blink’s lap and began to get nervous. Despite hitting old man Johnson, robbery wasn’t his game and he had never shot a gun in his life. In fact, he was secretly scared of guns, though he would never tell this to Blink. Blink was the more aggressive of the two and June had been following his lead for years. “That mu’fucka’s not loaded, right?” June said.
“Nah, not a single bullet in this pretty bitch.” Blink held it up, pointed it to nothing in particular, and squinted one eye for aim. He was lying through his teeth, but he didn’t want June to get more anxious than he already was. Blink always kept his clip full—it was a way of life and he wasn’t about to change up just because June’s sister was involved.
“Okay, cool. I just don’t want any mistakes, ya know?” June said as he wiped away the small beads of sweat that were beginning to appear on his forehead.
Blink had been thinking a lot about all of the money that Draya had described and he already had plans for it. It was on.
* * *
Mr. Harris watched as his beautiful half-naked wife hustled around the room packing her luggage. He sat back in the corner and smoked a cigar while enjoying the view. He had been packed up for two days; he never liked to rush, so he was always well prepared. He had scheduled a trip to Nicaragua for business and decided to take his wife. He glanced down at his watch and noticed that they were running a bit late. Their flight was scheduled to leave in about two hours and he knew that they should have already been out the door and headed toward Detroit Metropolitan Airport.
“Honey, we have to hurry,” he said as he held his head back and blew cigar smoke into the atmosphere. Clark Harris loved his life. He was financially stable, he had a young, beautiful, blue-eyed goddess as a wife, and he lived with no regrets. He watched her long legs that connected to petite buttocks and instantly got aroused.
“Katie,” he said as he grabbed himself, rubbing through his Armani slacks.
Mrs. Harris was so focused on trying to gather things from the closet and stuff them into her luggage, she didn’t hear him. Mr. Harris reached over and put out his cigar in his custom ashtray and called for her again.
She had her passport in her hand and was about to put it in her purse, but stopped and looked over at her husband. She tossed her passport onto the bed and took off her lace bra, exposing her perky-watermelon breasts. Clark had a certain gaze in his eyes when he was in the mood. The creamy Nicaraguan smoke danced in the air as he stared down his wife intensely.
She knew that facial expression all too well. She smiled, grabbed the red pair of Louboutins from her bag, and quickly slipped them onto her feet. She slowly walked over to him, still grinning. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her heels hitting the hardwood floor echoed throughout the room as she made her way to her man like a lioness to her prey.
“We have to make this quick,” she acknowledged before dropping to her knees. She unbuckled his belt and pulled out his semihard pole. She began sucking . . . and sucking with precision. She used both hands and slowly twisted them; she knew just what to do to drive him crazy. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Clark threw his head back in pleasure. Her gigantic double-D silicone breasts sat front and center and her nipples were hot pink and stood erect—pointing directly toward him. Clark reached down and began to pinch her nipples, admiring his fifty-thousand-dollar investment. He’d bought her the best set of tits money could buy and didn’t regret one dime of it. Clark watched as she went wild on his manhood and he stretched his legs out and tensed up as he felt a huge orgasm approaching. Katie knew what was coming so she sucked harder and faster. Just when he was about to explode, she sat up and grabbed both of her breasts to give him a target to shoot his load on. And that’s exactly what he did, releasing a grunt and jerking uncontrollably as he climaxed. Katie placed her hands on his knees and used them as a crutch to stand to her feet.
“You’re going to make us late!” she said, smiling.
“I know, I know. I couldn’t resist it, honey, I couldn’t,” he said, smiling too. Needless to say, they were way behind schedule.
* * *
Draya looked down at her watch and saw that the Harrises were running late. They were supposed to have left more than twenty minutes earlier. She began to get nervous and headed to the bathroom, where there were no cameras, so she could tell Blink that it was a no-go.
“Come on, come on, pick up,” she whispered impatiently, tapping her foot as she listened to the phone ring.
“Hello,” Blink said, finally picking up on the fourth ring.
“Yo, don’t come! They are still here,” she whispered, pacing back and forth. She wished she had told them to show up an hour later and was now for sure pulling the plug.
“Nah, fuck that. I need that paper. We coming in that mu’fucka, if they in there or not,” Blink responded, and hung up. He then turned his cell off so Draya couldn’t stop what he already had set in his mind. The way Draya had explained it to him, it was the caper of a lifetime and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by. He was going in that big white house with or without Draya’s blessing.
“Oh my God! No! Do not fucking come!” Draya whispered harshly into the phone, trying to keep her voice down, not noticing that he had already hung up. “Blink! Blink!” She finally looked at her cell screen, then hurried and dialed the number again, only to get his voice mail. She tried to call June, but got the same result. Voice mail.
Fuck! she thought and ground her teeth. She flushed the toilet just in case the couple could hear her and stepped out of the bathroom. She then spied the heels of Mrs. Harris coming down the hall.
“Okay, Draya, we’re about to head out. Finish your shift and make sure you turn on the alarm before you leave. Your pay for the week is on the counter in the white envelope,” Mrs. Harris said as she rolled her luggage right past Draya. She headed out the door to load the car and Draya picked up the duster and tried to look as busy as possible so she could avoid eye contact with them. She didn’t want them to notice her anxiety and tip them off to anything.
Seconds later, Mr. Harris came walking across the room with his luggage. Draya dusted the mantel, and for some reason she looked over at Mr. Harris. They locked eyes and for the first time she saw the man smile. It made her heart drop because she knew she was about to do him dirty.
Moments later Draya heard the door lock behind him and she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had just dodged a bullet. She made her way to the front window and saw them pulling off. It was time to put her plan into motion. She knew the cameras were rolling so she tried to act as normal as possible.
Okay, okay, be calm, she thought to herself and opened the front door to check the mail. She did this so she could intentionally leave it unlocked for Blink.
Once outside, she pulled out her phone to see if she had any new texts. It was ten thirty a.m., the minute when Blink was supposed to arrive. As she walked toward the mailbox at the end of the dri
veway, she saw Blink and June coming toward the house. She quickly slid the mail out of the box and hurried back inside.
Blink gripped the gun inside of his hoodie, anxious to see how much was stashed in that secret compartment. He was so excited that his dick was hard, and he already had plans for his portion of the money. Whatever was in there, he was putting it right back into the streets. He was trying to come up and had big cocaine dreams that he was determined to realize. Blink glanced over at June who was even more nervous; he didn’t like the way June ran his mouth. He had taken a mental note after the Johnson robbery and vowed to never do a caper with June again. But this opportunity was too good to resist.
“You ready to do this?” Blink said as they approached the front door.
“No doubt,” June answered, pulling out the little .22-caliber gun and slipping the ski mask down over his face. Blink followed suit and pulled out his own gun and mask.
Just as promised the door was unlocked and they rushed in with their guns up. When Blink came in he saw Draya placing the mail on the table and moved toward her with his gun pointed.
“Oh my God!” Draya yelled as she threw her hands up, putting on a Oscar-worthy performance for the rolling security cameras. “Please don’t kill me!”
“Don’t fucking move!” Blink shouted before rushing toward her and putting the gun to her forehead. Blink then hit Draya over the head with the butt of his gun out of instinct. He was totally locked in now and there was no turning him off. June looked on in confusion and saw his sister fall to the floor and hold her head in agony.
“Yo, where is the stash!” he demanded, still pointing the gun to her head.
June rushed over to him and grabbed his arm harshly. He leaned over and aggressively whispered in Blink’s ear, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting money!” Blink shot back and yanked away from June. “Search the house!”
Draya laid on the floor trying to gather herself from the blow to her head. What the fuck is he doing? Fear overcame her soul—the hit had caught her completely off guard and she had to remind herself that it was a setup. After she shook off the stars she was seeing, she could faintly hear Blink’s voice again.
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