by Noire
She leaned back and accepted the sucking he was giving to her neck and tried to control her breathing as his tongue swirled around her earlobe and his teeth started nibbling.
Carmiesha had her own little secret that she’d been keeping for six long years, and no matter how much she loved Thug, she could never bring herself to tell him. She loved him so much she couldn’t tell him. He’d wanna kill some fuckin body if she told.
Shame and anger came down heavy on her as she thought about that hot August night when she’d been violated in every kind of way. There had been so many times when she wanted to just fess up and tell Thug what had happened. To come clean and let whatever was gonna go down, go down. But each time she tried, just as she opened her mouth and got ready to say those words, something stopped her. Her throat straight clogged up and made her suck back those words just like she’d sucked…
Thug was running his fingers over her nipples, and Carmiesha fought to stay in the moment. As hard-core as he was, and as big of a gangsta rep that he had, when it came to pleasing a woman Thug was the most tender man in the world. She liked the way he took his time to turn her on, exploring every crease and curve he thought might hold some pleasure for her. Thug had mastered the art of licking and hot fucking, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her feel good.
Carmiesha moaned lightly as his fingers crawled up her shirt and loosened her bra. She was laying in the crook of his arm, and while his lips and tongue were all over her face and neck, she thrust her ass out and humped around on his erection.
“I need you, Muddah,” Thug whispered again between kisses, and just those four words got Carmiesha’s pussy juices flowing like a stream. No matter how many other bitches he got with, Andre “Thug-A-Licious” Williams needed her. Not one of those gold-digging thug-a-holic hoes who shook their asses up in the club while he was spittin’ on the mic, or one of them groupies who tried to spin on his dick after a basketball game. It was her. Thug needed her.
Carmiesha stood up and walked into her tiny bedroom. She didn’t say a word, and she never looked back. She didn’t need to. Thug had a thing for her phat booty, and she knew just the sight of it rolling around in her tight jeans would have him following her like a crackhead chases that white ghost.
They undressed eye to eye in her cramped bedroom. Staring each other down with sexual appreciation as each piece of clothing hit the floor. Mere’maw was snoring loudly in the next room, so Carmiesha wasn’t worried about waking her up. She stood in front of Thug naked and smiling cause she knew he was crazy about what she had to offer.
“C’mere,” he said, taking her hand. He had her lay outstretched on her stomach with her arms over her head. Carmiesha trembled in hot anticipation of the dick down she was about to get.
He started out holding her hair up and kissing the back of her neck. Licking it actually, then trailing his tongue down to the middle of her back. Carmiesha squirmed in delight as he sucked and licked her back, arching upward as his tongue crept down lower until it approached the sexy split of her ass mounds.
“You still got that stretch mark on your ass, girl. A crazy ass lightning bolt on the top of your left booty cheek.”
“Ooohh,” Carmiesha sighed, ignoring him and grinding her pussy into the bed. Thug was taking small bites of her ass, nipping lightly as he covered both of her fine round, honey-colored lumps. Moments later he was pushing his whole face between her legs, sniffing and licking and sucking the insides of her thighs so hard he left hickeys.
“Eat it,” Carmiesha whispered raising herself onto her knees. “Eat it, baby…please.”
Thug went to lunch. He licked her pussy out from the back with long strokes. Starting at her clit he lapped backwards, catching a mouthful of juice on his tongue.
“I luh this pussy, Muddah,” he whispered behind her. “You got the best fuckin pussy in the world, girl.”
Carmiesha couldn’t hold back. She came hard, bucking on her hands and knees and backing her ass up to meet his tongue.
Thug waited until she stopped shaking, then pushed down gently on her back so she could lay flat. He laid on top of her and moved his super-erect dick along the moist valley between the back of her thighs. Carmiesha opened up for him, and he pushed into her gently, savoring the sensation of each rock-hard inch as it invaded her tightness.
He felt her shiver and grasped her by the hips and thrust down hard, hammering into the back of her pussy as deeply as he could. Carmiesha bit down on a howl as Thug pounded her forcefully from behind. He was fucking her like a maniac. Going to town in her pussy so hard that the bed was moaning and her head was slamming against the headboard hard enough to wake up Mere’maw.
“Th-th-thug…” Carmiesha tried to plead, but that dick was holding her hostage and before she could complete her sentence she came again, her pussy overflowing with hot juices. Thug was like a monster behind her. Slamming every thick inch of his dick into her until his balls almost slid up in her too.
Clenching her bedspread in her hands, Carmiesha turned her head to look at him and almost screamed when she saw his face. Thug’s eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip. His whole face was twisted and contorted in what looked to her like pain and maybe even some guilt.
Before Carmiesha could say anything he came hard, slamming his dick deeply inside of her and making a mess on the bed as their combined liquids seeped from her and onto the spread.
It took them a long time to catch their breath, and Thug lay quietly on top of her without speaking. When he finally did move, he pulled his still-long dick out of her and moved back until he was kneeling between her legs.
Carmiesha lay there confused, waiting for some kind of an explanation for the way he had fucked her. But a second later she felt his weight shift off the bed and when she turned her head he was picking up his clothes and putting them back on.
She watched his face but didn’t see a damn thing. It was solid like ice. Thug had shot all his emotions deep inside the folds of her pussy, and the look in his eyes scared her because it meant nothing and nobody could reach him.
He used his drawers to dry off his dick, then stepped back into them and put on his jeans. He had on his sneakers and was buckling his belt when Carmiesha spoke to him softly.
“Where you going, Andre?”
Thug laughed coldly, then looked at her with absolutely nothing in his eyes.
“To hell, Lil’ Muddah. I’m going straight to hell.”
Chapter 8
Carmiesha laid in the bed for a good fifteen minutes after Thug left. She stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what could be so wrong that he’d had to fuck her like a wild animal. Maybe he was still grieving over his little sister. He felt real guilty behind Precious’s murder, and sometimes he got down seemingly out of nowhere. Or maybe he had got another bitch pregnant, she thought, her temper rising.
Like a fool she’d let him do her without a raincoat, something she hadn’t fallen for in years. He swore to God he had been tested for HIV and everything else as part of the physical he’d taken for his college admission, but that didn’t mean shit cause that niggah just couldn’t do right. Carmiesha was just as scared of getting pregnant as she was of catching a damn disease. If a girl didn’t make Dre use a hoodie, then he damn sure wouldn’t. She loved him, but she wasn’t trying to catch nothing from him, and she wasn’t having no more babies until she had her career going and was settled in with a man she could trust.
Just the thought of babies and getting pregnant was enough to make her curse at herself for being so damn stupid. All she could do was hope he didn’t burn her or give her nothing to take back to her man, Ya-Yo. That shit would be dangerous and too damn foul.
She wrapped her bedspread around her naked body and went into the bathroom to wash up in the sink. The now-cold cum that was running down the inside of her legs reminded her of the night that had changed her life. The night when she’d caught such a bad one that not even a thug like Dre could pro
tect her…
At the age of thirteen Carmiesha had had the body of a full-grown woman. No matter how hard she tried to hide her round breasts and plump, apple-bottom ass beneath baggy clothes, all kinds of men hit on her every day and it was distressing for a girl her age to receive all of that erotic attention.
Even though she had already started catching feelings for the opposite sex, Carmiesha wasn’t even thinking about giving up no booty, even to Thug. She would drop her panties and let him eat her out any day of the week, and yeah, she’d pay him back by dipping her hand in a jar of Vaseline and jerking him off until he came. She’d even given him some serious head a few times and was surprised at how much she enjoyed the way his hard dick felt in her mouth and against her lips.
But Carmiesha wasn’t nowhere near stupid. She saw how hard life was for Mere’maw trying to raise them, and how little respect Rome and Justice had for girls. She was too smart to let some boy stick his dick in her and leave her to deal with the consequences of his nut. She’d rather masturbate to a hot erotic Emery book than let some wanksta get his thrills knocking her uterus up in her chest.
But no matter how careful Carmiesha tried to be, fate was not on her side. She was carrying a bag of goodies home for Mere’maw one hot summer night when it happened. Normally, she wouldn’t have even thought about going out so late at night unless she was traveling with Thug or one of her brothers, but this night was different. Mere’maw had been craving something sweet all day, but Thug was out rapping at a club across town, and both of the boys had gotten locked up for thirty days for street gambling with some dudes from the Bronx.
Carmiesha had already washed up and put on a pair of tight gym shorts and a tiny T-shirt to sleep in, but she was tired of hearing Mere’maw complain about her sweet tooth, and the Spanish store right up the block stayed open all night.
Besides, it was hot and sticky in the house. There was no sign of a breeze coming from nowhere. A walk down the block would get her out of the sweatbox that slum tenements in the city became every summer, and plus she’d shut Mere’maw up so they could both get some sleep. Leaving her scarf tied around her head, Carmeisha had taken the house key and two dollars’ worth of quarters from a drawer in her room, then told Mere’maw she’d be right back.
Carmiesha walked down the streets of Harlem with her ass bouncing and her breasts shaking. Eyes hit on her from every direction but she ignored them all. She knew how her body affected men, and there were plenty of dyke females who had tried to get with her too. The fact was, she was built. She had a mind-boggling shape on her and there was nothing she could do about what naturally showed. But she made it her business to look fly and decent at all times. She coulda walked around in stank-ho clothes, but her ass would’ve gotten her in a whole lot of trouble, and that’s the last thing she was looking for.
Carmiesha had made it all the way to the store and was walking back to her building when she noticed footsteps coming up behind her. It was late but the hot streets of Harlem were still alive, and there were plenty of people either sitting on their stoops or lounging on parked cars drinking cold beer and getting high.
Carmiesha glanced back, glad to see a familiar face, even if it was one she couldn’t stand. Both of her brothers had changed since this cutthroat niggah came on the scene. Before he moved in the building, Justice and Rome had been small-time scramblers who made just enough cash to trick it up the same night. But when this dude came around all that changed. Her brothers started following behind this fool, and he led them deeper into the world of slinging rock. So deep that now Justice and Rome both worked for him. They got out there risked themselves to the po-po to make the quick cash, and this crazy-looking niggah raked in the profits and threw them a little side chump to keep them quiet.
She walked a little faster, wishing her ass wasn’t so damn big. She wasn’t trying to give his creepy behind no show back there, but she could feel her booty bouncing from side to side.
She picked up her pace again when she got near the entrance to her building. A light was on in Yasmere’s window, and for some crazy reason Carmiesha was overcome with a sense of dread. She almost started to knock on Yasmere’s door and ask to use the phone or something, but she wasn’t fucking with that crazy bitch no more, so she shook her dark feelings to the side and pressed the button for the elevator instead.
The elevator usually ran slow whenever it was actually working, but tonight it came pretty quick, like it had been waiting just a floor or two away. When the doors opened Carmiesha got on, clutching her bag and stepping over a big puddle of piss as she punched the button for the sixth floor real fast. The doors began creaking closed and Carmiesha was just about to feel safe when a big black hand shot through at the last moment, triggering the emergency mechanism and causing the doors to retract and slide back open.
The dude stepped into the elevator with a scowl on his face. He was fine, but to Carmiesha fine on his ass didn’t matter. There was something off about this niggah. Something that gave her the creeps real bad.
“I said hold the fuckin’ elevator,” he beefed, looking her up and down.
Carmiesha stood her ground. His lying ass hadn’t said shit. And even if he had, she damn sure wouldn’ta held it. There was no way she would have got in no elevator by herself with him if she had a choice.
“Well I didn’t hear you,” she replied sarcastically, staring him down in return. This niggah was like a bully-ass fuckin dog. Show him a lick of fear and he’d be all over your ass. Carmiesha couldn’t figure out how the hell he got his nickname unless it came from his cold-ass heart, cause there wasn’t a chick in Harlem who was crazy enough to fuck with him on that level.
The elevator doors closed and the car rose slowly toward the sixth floor. Carmiesha stood with her back in the corner and the small bag of chips and candy in front of her to block his view of her firm breasts.
He stared at her for a second, then said, “What’s in the bag?”
Your mother, bitch, is what Carmiesha wanted to say, but instead she answered, “Candy. For Mere’maw.”
The next thing she knew the bag of candy was flying through the air and she was flat on her back on the pissy elevator floor.
“Bitch, you think you a star, don’t you?”
Carmiesha couldn’t have answered if she wanted to. The motherfucker had knocked loose her tooth and blood was running from her nose.
“Get up, you stank-ass fuckin ho!” He kicked her in her ribs so hard with his Timbs that she slid all the way over to the other side of the elevator, cracking her knee against the wall.
Carmiesha was in shock as he grabbed her by the neck and dragged her back over to him. Her scarf slid over her face, blinding her, and he almost broke her head trying to snatch it off.
“Motherfuckah…,” Carmiesha managed to crawl to her feet and mumble when she saw what he was up to. He’d flipped the emergency stop switch, freezing the elevator between floors and was opening his pants.
“I’ma…tell Thu—,” Carmiesha tried to say, but he slid his belt out the loops and swung it hard in her face. The buckle knocked the words right out of her mouth. It cracked her front tooth too.
“Tell that motherfucker what?” He choked her with both hands until she sank down to her knees gasping for air. Carmiesha tried to fight back but he was older, bigger, stronger, and much crazier.
He took one hand from around her neck and started messing with his zipper, and that’s when she knew what time it was. When his skinny little dick was sticking out the hole of his boxers, he punched her in the face again, then shoved it in her mouth and moved himself around.
“Yeah, bitch,” he threw his head back, then moaned and laughed at the same time. “Suck this big-ass dick. You know you like it too. Suck my joint, bitch. And if you do it real good I’ll stick it in your pussy and let you come when I’m through.”
Carmiesha choked and gurgled as he held her by her hair and jerked her head around like it was her ass. She had no contr
ol over the situation as he pumped in and out of her mouth, tearing her lip on his zipper and poking her in the throat with a dick that wasn’t much fatter than a pencil.
No! She screamed inside, and snapped her teeth together, biting down on his hard, wet flesh. Pain exploded in her cracked front tooth, and she quickly let go and yelped.
“Bitch!” he screamed and started punching her all over her head, in her eyes, her nose, his fist slamming into her mouth causing her injured tooth to ring with pain even more.
“Bite me again! Go ’head! I dare you, bitch. You gone suck this motherfuckin’ dick and you better not bite me. Suck it! Suck it, bitch!”
He pumped into her mouth even more violently. Ignoring her cries and brutalizing her mouth. Just when Carmiesha thought it was almost over, he did what he said he was gonna do. He pushed her back down on the wet, filthy floor so he could fuck her.
Carmiesha found the strength to fight like hell as he ripped open her gym shorts and fell on top of her. She screamed with pain and rage as he penetrated her, but that didn’t stop him. He thrust into her over and over again until he got his nut, and then he slobbered and panted in her ear trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah,” he said, climbing off of her and pulling up his pants. “My cousin was right. That is some ill ass na-na.” He looked around at the candy scattered on the dirty floor and picked up a few pieces, opening a wrapper and popping one in his mouth.
“Now, you wanna go running your mouth telling somebody? Go right the fuck ahead. Your punk-ass brothers think they got knocked for being stupid…them and any other motherfucker who thinks he’s hard’ll get straight popped if they come fuckin’ with me.”