“Wanna see mi tetas Papi?” she said, pulling the shirt over her head. She cupped her two velvety tits. Her dark brown areolas stood out on her light nutmeg complexion. “Lamer me las tetas,” she purred, which meant. (Lick my breast).
Ghetti did not understand a lick of Spanish, but he had enough understanding to lean up and fill his mouth with Maria’s left nipple. He circled his tongue around her nipple four times before he began sucking on it.
“Iiiiiieeee Papi. Suck my tetas. Oooooo Ghetti. Mi chocha esta mojada.” (My pussy is wet) she caressed his face tenderly as he licked and nibbled his way to her right breast. She let out a kitten like purr when he began flicking the tip of his warm wet tongue across her throbbing nipple. It sent chills up and down her arms. She was seething between her legs. To stir the fire she rolled her hips sultrily in his lap focusing on his erection trapped under his clothes. She willingly rolled with him as he rolled over. He was now on her side, feasting on her breast as if he was famished. She began to squirm when his hand slid down her soft belly. It vanished up to his wrist as he moved it under the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Ghetti, Ghetti, Ghetti—Mmmmm Papi!” She enjoyed his mouth on her titties. His fingers slid under her panties and parted her moist pubic hairs. She was soft, hot, and slippery. He began to suck harder on her sweet nipples as he pushed his middle finger in her pussy. With slow and persistent strokes, he finger fucked her so good that his dick became jealous. His tongue covered her juicy breast. What drove Ghetti over the edge was the snugness of her pussy. He shifted his position when he felt her hand pulling at his belt. Steadily his fingers plunged in and out, then a circular motion just to make her moan louder. Maria bit down on her bottom lip as the pleasure built rapidly between her legs. She was enjoying the foreplay, something that Poo-Man lacked. She thrust her hips up to match the two plunging fingers. She was extremely wet. She had managed to undo his belt, stroking his thick pipe.
Ghetti licked his way up to her neck then nibbled a path to her ear. He was moaning in her ear as her hand caused his dick to grow. “Lemme get some a dis’ pussy” Before she could answer, he took her ear lobe into his mouth. She nodded yes. Releasing her ear, he moved his lips to hers and began to tenderly nibble on her lips. She murmured his name when his fingers slid out of her sopping wet pussy. She opened her eyes, catching him slipping his pussy slick finger inside his mouth. He sucked them slowly moving them back and forth between his lips. Her hand was pumping away at his dick. To show how she got down, she removed his fingers then pulled his mouth to hers to suck on his tongue.
“Let me go get the condoms,” she said moments later. They kissed while Ghetti rubbed her bare 34D breast. When she stood up, he playfully palmed her rotund ass and told her to hurry up. She blew him a kiss then pranced back to her bedroom. The instant she entered her bedroom, she pulled her sweatpants off, followed by her soaked turquoise panties. Her glorious ass was heart-shaped and blemish free. As she began searching for the box of condoms, she could not believe how horny she was. Her pussy was throbbing impatiently between her juicy thighs. Poo-Man had never made her feel this way. She wanted to fuck Ghetti. She pulled out a different drawer and rummaged through her clothes in search of the condoms. The wetness smearing between her rubbing thighs turned her on even more. Unable to control herself, she began to rub her clit. “Ahhhhh.” She was becoming frustrated as she yanked another drawer open, nearly pulling it from its slot. She could not make up her mind on how she wanted to start things out with Ghetti, doggy style, legs up on his shoulders, ride him, from the side, or just do it missionary. “Shit!” She slammed the drawer shut with one hand glued to her clit. She was about to tear some shit up in search of the condoms when Ghetti snuck up behind her. She let out a playful scream turning around to find Ghetti in his birthday suit.
“Whut’s the hol’ up?” he said with a grin that nearly drove her to her knees. She stopped rubbing her clit to fill both of her hands with his dick. She caressed it. He closed his eyes enjoying the hand job.
“I can’t find the damn condoms,” she whined.
He looked at her junky dresser as she licked and kissed his masculine chest while stroking his dick. Everything she was doing was feeling so damn good. Behind a bottle of baby oil, he spotted the box of condoms. Before he pointed them out, he lowered his lips to hers filling his hands with her cushy ass, one that he planned to ride until he could not ride any more. He wanted to fuck her with a throbbing urgency. Their groove was broken when the box turned up empty.
“Shit!” she said, slinging the box in the corner. “This is not happening!”
“Calm down.” He turned her around finding it hard to keep his lips off hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he again filled his palms with the bottom of her butt cheeks. He rubbed each cheek like a genie lamp.
“I like it,” she said between kisses, “How you rub my ass.” She lowered one hand to slide up and down the length of his erection. Looking down, she saw he was wet with precum seeping from the swollen tip. She wanted to suck on it, but she was not ready to go that far, but damn it was tempting.
“Whut we gonna do?” he asked, running his fingers through her wet hair.
Maria shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head. “Ghetti.” She hesitated. “I don’t know. My brother is locked up, I’m stressed out and here I am about to fuck one of my man’s friends. And you know what?” She looked up at him.
“I’m listenin’,” he said, rubbing her wide hips. His hands could not stay in one spot.
“I’m not gonna regret what we are doing because I really want to do it with you really bad.” She squeezed his dick.
“You ever had unprotected sex with Poo or anyone else?”
“No,” she said, telling the truth. “Hell, I can’t even get Poo to eat pussy.”
Ghetti knew that was true because Poo-Man would clown others for eating pussy. He said some lame shit about it being against his gangster. Wanksta was more like it.
“Have you ever had unprotected sex?” she asked, stroking his muscular arms.
“Once, but it was with this woman I was datin’ awhile back.”
A million and one thoughts blew through her mind. Her body was making its request known by hard nipples and a saturated vagina. As for her mind, she thought of her cousin in Mexico that was dying from full-blown AIDS. Her cousin had caught the viral syndrome in a brothel by having unprotected sex.
“We need some condoms, Ghetti,” she said, softly sliding her hands over his chest.
“You’re right. Let’s get dressed. Besides, you still need to go to the store, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let’s roll then. And I also got a surprise fo’ ya.” He got his point across by licking his sexy lips.
Detective Carter was deeply frustrated, but not surprised at how the streets were not talking. She was sure a break in the case would develop and this she would make a wager on. Detective Carter had arrived at Glenbrook Drive only two minutes before Detective Hartford and a mere five minutes after Ghetti left with Maria. Both detectives felt it was best to start with the first person who called 9-1-1, Wanda Rowe. They wanted to go over the initial statement that she gave. Leaving their unmarked Crown Vics parked, they walked up to Wanda’s front door. Unlike the other residents, Wanda was happy to see the police. She invited them in as if they were her kinfolks.
“How may I help y’all?” Wanda asked as she led them into the kitchen. Walking past the living room, they noticed her house was clean from top to bottom. Ironically, an episode of cops was on.
“We would like to reiterate your initial statement in case you remembered something else,” Detective Carter said, taking a seat at the brass and glass octagon kitchen table. Detective Hartford did the same.
Wanda eased her plump frame down, scratching at one of the yellow rollers in her hair. “Hmm, I swear I didn’t see no face or nothing like that. When all the shootin’ started, I just made sure my kids were away from the wind
ows. I was watching a movie when the shootin’ started.”
“Was the TV up loud when the shooting started?” Detective Carter asked.
“No. I keep it a bit low because my youngest son has asthma. Like I said before, I heard two quick booms. I’m sure it was a shotgun. When I was going to check on my kids, I later heard those gunshots, can’t tell how many, but they were fired real fast.”
“You then called 9-1-1?” Detective Hartford asked.
“Yes. When the police arrived, I got dressed and went outside. I saw one of the bodies lay out in front of that truck and it was—wait a hot minute!” She snapped her fingers. “I forgot something! Before the shootin’ I saw that truck. It made a U-turn and dropped off that young boy, what’s his damn name, Poo-Bear or Poo-Man.”
“Where!” Detective Carter asked.
“Right across the street, they dropped him off, drove away and then the shootin’ started.”
Detective Hartford pulled out her pen and pad.
“Who stays across the street?” Detective Carter followed her partner’s moves by pulling out her pen and pad.
“Maria and Carlos, they are kin, I think. That Poo guy is Maria’s boyfriend, but he don’t stay there.”
“When have you last seen Maria’s boyfriend?” Detective Carter asked.
“Friday night, no wait, it was Saturday morning. Right before I went to work, I saw Carlos and Maria’s boyfriend out in the front yard. Come to think of it I haven’t seen her brother’s car since Saturday morning.”
“Can you describe this Poo guy?” Detective Carter asked.
“Skinny and real dark skinned and he got dreads down to his shoulders. I just see him coming and going from a distance. I don’t know him personally.” She said balling up her face.
“How about Maria? When have you last seen her?” Detective Carter asked as she took notes. It was hard to control her excitement in finding a break in the case.
“Maria, y’all just missed her. But I think she has a new man.”
“Excuse me?” Detective Carter said.
Wanda then explained everything she saw about the dude in the sorta gold-like old school ride with huge rims. She said it was a two-door convertible with a white top and a loud system. She even told the pops how she saw Maria hugging the dude on the front step.
Detective Hartford excused herself from the table after she received a signal from Detective Carter. Detective Hartford walked into the living room to look out the window. The house across the street looked empty with no cars in the driveway. Pulling her cell phone from her hip, she called the police station. In the kitchen, Detective Carter was draining Wanda for every bit of info she had on Maria, her boyfriend and anything else.
The two detectives later stepped back outside, intentionally ignoring the house across the street. They had a plan that would take patience. The day was far from over. They left Glenbrook Drive at approximately 1:15 p.m. and both would be around if the gold convertible returned.
*Raleigh, North Carolina*
Crabtree Valley Mall - 2:57 P.M.
Ghetti smiled as he watched Maria slip on a pair of black suede Cesare Paciotti boots that he wanted to buy her. They had a pair of chrome buckles on them and they nearly reached her knees.
“I’m not used to walking in boots with pointy heels,” she said.
“Get used to ’em ’cause you look sexy as hell in ’em.”
“They do make me look taller.” She turned to look at herself in the mirror. “Why do they cost so much?” She asked, due to the $858 price tag.
“Cause it’s the trend, I guess,” Ghetti replied.
“Well, we can trend our way to pay less and get twenty boots for what these things cost. Yeah they look hot, but for nearly nine hundred!” She shook her head.
“Baby chill, you wit’ a baller. I got money to blow,” he said grinning. “Plus, I wanna see how you look in ’em wit’ no clothes on.”
She turned around and struck a pose. “Baby, I can look fly in a pair of ten-dollar boots.” When she was sure no one was looking she turned back around and wiggled her phat’ ass. In the end, she allowed him to buy the boots. Going off her taste, she could not resist a pair of cute green Bronx suede ankle boots that eased another $98 out of Ghetti’s pocket. Leaving the shoe store, they walked through the mall like a couple. She was giddy when he put her on to some Akademiks gear. She picked out eight pairs of jeans and a few sweaters all by Akademiks. In all, he dropped $1,450 on her with no regrets. Leaving the mall, she urged him to take her to Pizza Hut. At the table, they playfully fed each other seemingly in their own world.
“Yo,” he said. “Whut does Kucha mean?”
She laughed at his mispronunciation. “It’s Chocha baby, and it means pussy.”
“Oh,” he replied grinning. “I figured that’s what it meant.”
“What’s on your mind, Ghetti?” she asked enjoying the moment.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said popping pepperoni inside his mouth.
“That’s why I asked. So tell me.”
“Okay, I’m thinkin’ about how you and I ended up here, and about whut almost went down between us. That’s what I got on my mind.”
She took in his words, looking into his sexy brown eyes. Smiling, she reached under the table, resting her hand on his knee. “Do you think I’m in the wrong to be fucking with you behind, Poo-Man’s back?”
“Poo-Man . . . who dat’?” He frowned.
Maria laughed. “I’m trying to be serious, Ghetti.”
“I am too. Ain’t nobody forcin’ us to do a muthfuckin’ thang so it is whut it is. Feel me?” He knew his words were pulling her in.
“Ghetti,” she said, inching her hand up his leg. “If that’s the case, why haven’t you stepped to me before? Is it because Poo is locked up?”
“Hol’ up.” He sat up. “I hope you ain’t tryin’ to say I’m on some sucka shit like Poo-Man held me in check! Why you ain’t step to me?”
“Calm down, Papi,” she whispered. “That’s not what I meant. But as for why I never made the first move . . . honestly, two reasons. One, I kept it real with Poo, and second, I didn’t think you were feeling me. I didn’t think I was your type, but I see I was wrong.”
Ghetti nodded, sitting back in the seat. “So whut up wit’ you and Poo?”
She shrugged. “How about we just drop him from our conversation and then build on us,” she suggested.
“Shit,” he said, grinning. “The only thang that’s buildin’ is the size of my dick if you keep rubbin’ my leg like that.”
“You so nasty,” she said, inching her hand up higher. “You want some of this pussy?”
“No, I want all of it!” he stated.
Placing her lips against his ear, she whispered. “You’re making me wet again. My pussy is heating up, Ghetti and I need this”— She squeezed his dick—“To cool it down.”
Ghetti was willing to ball out and straight up fuck her hot ass on the damn table, pizza and all. He closed his eyes as she licked his ear while caressing his dick. Since they were in a public spot, they had to tame their hormones. After they finished eating, he made another spontaneous move to follow up the shopping spree with a stop at the movies.
“Ghetti,” she said, seated beside him in the theater as the credits rolled. “You haven’t taken me to the grocery store yet,”
“Relax. You ain’t on probation nor will the food spoil,” he kidded.
She playfully pushed him. “Always got something slick to say.”
“Yeah I do, now be quiet and watch the movie.”
Twenty minutes later, she spoke again. “Ghetti.”
“Yeah, whut’s up?” His eyes never left the screen.
“I’ve been thinking. Ummm, if we would have had some condoms. I think I would have been worried about somebody popping up on us. Are you listening to me?” She pulled at his sleeve.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” he responded.
“Well at least l
ook at me,” she pouted.
Ghetti released a big sigh, turning to face her. “Whut’s up?”
“Like I was saying, I wouldn’t feel at ease doing it at my crib. I know Poo-Man is locked up, but still . . . I just wouldn’t feel right.”
“Okay, I can understand that, so whut you tryin’ to say? You regret whut almost happened?”
“No, Ghetti. I . . . want to get a room with you.” She had his full attention.
“You fo’ real?”
“Si, Papi.” She smiled. “We can leave after the movie.”
“Fuck dis movie.” He stood up. “I can see it later.”
Maria felt warm inside to be wanted so bad by Ghetti. She was looking forward to fucking him. Everything about him was pushing her past her morals. She was nowhere near being easy with sex, but today she had a sexual need that was burning. She had made Poo-Man wait for five weeks before she allowed him to hit it. Now she was with a man she hardly knew, willing to let him get balls deep in her pussy. Poo-Man was forced from her mind, replaced with thoughts of how she would seek orgasmic satisfaction from Ghetti’s juicy black dick.
*Durham County Jail*
4:47 P.M.
Poo-Man was thinking about his future. He knew Ghetti would somehow put two and two together about the set up and he was afraid to face him. He now held fear toward Ghetti and he would bet his last that Ghetti had somehow caught those Arabs slipping. Poo-Man knew he could not roam the streets in peace once he got out, but he had a plan for that. On the low, he had written a letter to the head jailer stating that he needed to talk to a detective. He wrote that he had some info on the double murder on Glenbrook Drive. He had slipped it out this morning so he was not surprised to be sitting in a booth waiting to talk to a detective. He had waited for nearly ten minutes when finally a plainclothes black female detective walked in. What threw him off was the serious aura she gave off. She sat down with the thick glass between them and went through the legal routine of introducing herself and advising him of his rights. She had left the stakeout up to Detective Hartford upon getting the call about Poo-Man’s letter after it fell through the proper hands.
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