She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl

by Briann Danae

  Stepping out of his remnants, he made a swift move and had Brix’s legs thrown over his shoulders. Without warning, he began sucking on her pearl, making her moan out.

  “Oh my, shit. Mmm,” Brix moaned out.

  Hearing the appreciation in her voice, he went in mercifully. With long strokes of his tongue gliding gracefully across her slit, he was sure to not miss a spot. He had waited for this moment to be face to face with her womanly parts and was going to treasure it like it was his last meal. Being as tall as he was, Brix’s hand could almost touch the ceiling. Arching her back, she shoved her mound into his face, making him only go harder.

  Never the one to back down, Shemel was ready to make her cry out his name. Gripping the insides of her thighs, he spread them a tad bit further just so he could have direct access to her bud. With one hand locked behind his head and the other on his shoulder, Brix was wide open and sturdy enough to receive this pleasure. Using his middle finger, he slipped it inside of her before adding another. With his fingers maneuvering in and out of her tight wet box, he clamped his mouth down on her clit. Sucking like it was the last of his drink coming through a straw, he enjoyed the taste of her essence.

  “Yes baby. Right there. Mm, I’mma cum,” she cried out, with a tight grip on his dreads.

  With no intention to stop until her legs were shaking, he continued his job. Removing his fingers, he raised his arm above his head to give Brix a taste. With her head thrown back, he slipped them in her mouth. Feeling her lips wrap around him while she sucked gently made his dick even harder, if it could possibly do that. Flicking his tongue at a rapid pace, he felt Brix’s legs twitch before her mouth opened, releasing his fingers. Staring up at her as she came, he massaged her breast that had been let free from the t-shirt.

  “Yessss! Oh my gawdd! Please, please don’t stop,” she moaned, going through the most intense orgasm.

  Grinning, Shemel wanted to hear more. He wanted to make her say his name. Continuing to assault her pearl, she began pushing on his forehead. She was so sensitive, she didn’t even want him to breath on it.

  “Shemelll,” she whined out. “No, no. I can’t take it anymore.”

  Giving his newfound best friend a kiss, he slowly brought Brix’s legs down and wrapped them around his waist. Each of her hands fell to his shoulders, before she kissed him deeply in the mouth. With the head of his dick gravitating to her middle like it was a magnet, he let out a deep breath from the warmth he felt. Rubbing his length back and forth over her slit, he went against his better judgment and tried sliding in. The suction of her tight walls made him grip her hair tightly. Trying once more, he bypassed the halfway mark. Pulling her lips away from his, Brix gasped as she bit her lip in total bliss.

  “Shit,” Shemel cursed out.

  He knew she was tight, but got damn. It felt like he was entering a virgin. Pulling out some, he looked to make sure Brix was okay. As soon as he pulled out, her eyes opened. The painful slash pleasurable feeling was taking her over the edge already. Grabbing him in her hand, she positioned him right at her entrance and thrust her hips forward making him enter once more. Once he was in, she threw her arms over his shoulders. He was so deep, she had to lay her head on his shoulder to keep from seeing her eyes mist up. Slow, deliberated strokes were delivered as he caressed her body. Shemel wanted to desperately walk over to the bed and lay her down, but the thought of not making it crossed his mind.

  Her insides were so gushy; it had him weak in the knees. One-step away from this position, and he would surely be met with plush carpet. Pulling her body up, he squeezed her breasts with both hands as he let his lower body do all the work. Rotating her hips, Brix matched his efforts stroke for stroke, never missing a beat. Staring into each other’s eyes, they could immediately feel the shift in their relationship. The look was so intense; she had to close her eyes. The painful feeling in her heart had relocated to the center of her stomach as his pole continued to poke her g-spot. Feeling the pressure and tightness in her abs, Brix cried out.

  “I’m cummmm-,”

  Before she could finish her sentence, Shemel covered her lips with his and began stroking her at a fast pace. The clenching of her walls going through convulsions had him ready to bust already. With a tight grip around her waist, he switched positions with her. As soon as his back hit the door, he gripped her legs underneath her knees and gave her deep strokes.

  “Fuck! You know this pussy good,” he hissed out, slamming into her.

  Holding on tightly to his buff arms, Brix began to squeeze her inner muscles around his length. He was going so fast, she was scared he would drop her. Feeling her muscles contract, Shemel bit his lip. The right thing to do would have been to pull out, but he didn’t want to drop her. Another squeeze of her walls and Shemel was shooting his kids right into her. He couldn’t pull out even if he tried; she had his ass in a vice grip.

  “Uggghhh! Fuuck!” he groaned, while squeezing his eyes shut.

  Heavy breathing is all that could be heard throughout the quiet room. Placing her forehead against his, Brix came to the realization that he hadn’t pulled out. Although she hadn’t been sexually active in years, she had never gotten off of birth control, which in this case she was thankful for. As their breathing slowed down, Brix wrapped her legs around his waist with him still plunged deeply inside of her. Surely, if he placed her on solid ground, she would topple over. Laying her head on his shoulder, she sighed heavily. Everything in this moment just felt right. It was just the two of them, tuning the world out with their lovemaking. This was more than just sex. Although neither party could see it before, surely they knew now that their connection was much deeper. Deeper than either of them expected it to be.

  “Brix,” Shemel called out, in a hushed tone.

  Raising her head, they locked eyes. The expression written over his face was apologetic and full of satisfaction. Bringing his hands to each side of her face, he pulled her lips in for a kiss. It was like he had to touch every part of her. If Shemel didn’t realize it when Pierre told him, he could see it now. He had it bad and didn’t give two fucks. The instant he slid inside of her, he vowed to never break her heart again. He was going to do whatever to keep a smile on her face, and if that meant cutting off Reilyn, he had no problem doing so. In his eyes, she was nothing compared to Brix and he’d be sure to let her know that. He was mad she had even stepped to her knowing that his decision had already been made.

  Done with locking lips, the two got their breathing under control. Feeling his dick harden back up, Shemel decided to speak up first before he became distracted.

  “Thank you.”

  Confused, Brix went to ask for what, but he interrupted her.

  “For giving me your body even after I hurt you. I deserved to get cussed out and not spoken to again, but you listened to me. I’m sorry for that hoe shit I pulled, and I should have been man enough to come to you on some real shit. You’ve been through enough pain and all I want to do is eliminate it all if you’d let me. I’m not saying to forgive me right now, but let me be there for you baby. Let me prove to you that I’m not like these other niggas. Words don’t mean shit if there’s no action behind them, and I’m a man of action.”

  Swallowing the involuntary lump in her throat, Brix blinked her eyes. This isn’t what she expected to happen when he walked through that bedroom door. She expected for him to make excuses like Drew did, but he did the total opposite. True, the situations were different, but Brix wanted the same outcome. She wanted someone to fight for her love. Prove to her that they deserved what she had to give and cherish it wholeheartedly. Drew didn’t have a chance now, but it wasn’t too late for Shemel. Especially now that she had received that bomb ass dick. That only made her want to accept his apology quicker.

  “I forgive you,” she said quietly.

  “For real?” he asked surprised.

  Nodding her head, Brix smiled. “Yes. I mean, I know not every relationship is going to be perfect, and technicall
y, we weren’t in one, but you get what I’m saying. I’m telling you now though, from this moment on, there are no second chances. You pull some shit like this again and it’s over, I swear.”

  “Alright, alright. I hear you and stop cussing. You get all gangsta on me when I leave. I ain’t gone lie, I like that tough shit, but you my woman now, and that mouth of yours only needs to get dirty when you-,”

  “Don’t even say it,” she chuckled, while slapping his arm.

  “I’m playing, but for real. I got you ma. I’ll cut all ties with you myself if I even think of hurting you again. Deal?”

  “No. No deal; just remember what I said. I don’t have time to play games with you Shemel. I’m serious. I am too grown to be getting played.”

  “I’ll remember. Now show me how grown you really are and ride this dick. Shit, if I knew the pussy was this good, I would have been slid up in you,” he said, walking toward the bed.

  “Not in here. Oh my god! I just had sex in my best friends bedroom,” she chuckled lightly.

  Finally removing her legs from around his waist, she got down and went to fix Carissa’s bed. If it was round two he wanted, that was exactly what she was going to give him. After fixing the bed, she grabbed her cell and clothes up from the ground. Standing naked in the middle of the floor, the two burst out laughing.

  “Damn. I was straight about to lay you out in here. What, she got a second bedroom or something?” he asked, slipping his boxers back on, before picking up his items. He didn’t care that they were here alone. He had already disrespected her bedroom; there was no way he was going to walk around her shit naked.

  “Yes, down the hall. Follow me.”

  After spraying the room with Febreze, Brix opened the door. The cool breeze made goosebumps appear immediately against her skin. Walking as quickly as possible to the other room, she tried not to let her entire foot touch the wood floors. Smacking her ass, Shemel grinned. Finally, everything was back kosher and hopefully it would stay that way. Only thing on his agenda to check off now was his decision to sign with Homage. The odds didn’t seem to be against him tonight, so he was surely going to be making a decision pretty shortly. His interest for the streets hadn’t decreased, but simply weren’t satisfying a need he wanted to meet… success. He was ready to make some changes and now with Brix by his side, he was sure it wouldn’t be hard to do. Lyfe Jennings couldn’t have said it any better, “when you got somebody good, you hold onto em’”.

  Fifteen

  “Yeah, this nigga nice,” Shemel said bobbing his head.

  It had been three weeks since his manager contacted Vino and he was finally in the studio with Young Mel. Being the confident young nigga that he was, when Shemel told him to go in there and drop a freestyle to a beat his producer just cooked up, he didn’t hesitate to do just that. Vino had still been seeing Reilyn, who had been ducked low key ever since the fight with Brix. Not because she was scared, but because what her and Bones had planned did not need to be traced back to her. Vino was clueless to the devious plans brewing in the distance. All he wanted to do was make music and get paid while doing so. Everything else was irrelevant.

  With the words flowing freely as he spat in the mic, Fatz, Ricky, and Pierre all slapped hands with each other. They knew he was going to be a problem, and with Shemel basically taking him under his wing, there was no way he would fail. There was too much opportunity out here for him to win. Pierre was hardly at the studio, but when he could make it through, he’d be there half the night fucking around. He was proud of his boy for pursuing his dreams, and it was only right that he supported him. With the help of Shemel and his family, Pierre was head of one of the most lucrative drug businesses in STL and it was only growing.

  He had some haters in the game wanting to take his spot, saying he didn’t earn it, but Pierre earned his stripes way before his time. Yes, he was young, but when has age ever been an issue when getting to the money? It wasn’t and never would be. The family business was making moves, and with Shemel’s up and coming success, they were sure to see envious niggas coming out the wood works. It’s just how shit went and he would soon find out.

  Parked outside on the corner of the street where the studio was located, Reilyn sat with a devious grin on her face. She had been waiting for this day, and the time had finally come. Avoiding Shemel for the last couple of weeks had been easy… he stopped hitting her up. She was sure he found out about the little incident by now and was pissed off that he hadn’t checked on her. Putting a stop to the plan had crossed her mind several times, but she wanted to make Bones proud.

  With her daddy breathing down her neck about dating and going to school, she found solace in dealing with Bones. He never pressured her about a thing. He let her do her own thing but always made sure she was taken care of. Their relationship was nothing like her and Shemel’s. Whereas Reilyn was all for anything Mel, he was not. Bones was completely opposite. He adored Rei’s submissive behavior when dealing with him. See, to him it wasn’t about making her fall in love or none of that mushy shit. He simply wanted to be in total control and have her act as the stunt dummy for his missions. Blindsided by what she thought was love, Reilyn conformed.

  She had sent a text to Vino over an hour ago asking where he was at. Of course, he told her at the studio with Young Mel. They had discussed the meetup ever since a date had been confirmed through email. Reilyn wanted to make sure all her steps were covered to ensure a smooth getaway. She informed Bones that Shemel and all his cousins kept money, drugs, and jewelry on them at all times. There wasn’t a time she didn’t see them without a couple knots in their pockets. Being a stick-up kid at heart, Bones saw nothing but dollar signs and a way to take down his arch nemesis.

  Dialing Bones number, she held the phone to her ear.

  “Yeah,” he answered on the first ring.

  “They in there. Where you at?”

  “We pulling up now.”

  Glancing in her rearview mirror, Reilyn could see headlights of the stolen vehicle Bones copped the previous day. It was an old Taurus, with just enough gas in it to get them back to their designated cars. Reilyn was only here to make sure everything ran smoothly. If needed, she had no problem being the getaway car. As long as Bones was safe, she was good.

  Disconnecting the call, she watched as he illegally parked outside of the tall building. Having been to this place plenty of times, Reilyn was sure to let it be known to come at a certain time. The only people who would be in the building were those working late nights, tucked away behind their computers and the cleanup lady. She was told a while back that the cameras had stopped working and there was no need to get them fixed because this was a safe neighborhood. As safe as it was, tonight was perfect timing to execute the plan.

  Hopping out the car, Bones and two other niggas he rolled with walked quickly toward the glass doors. With black hoodies on, they entered the building. Reilyn had told him repeatedly what the floor number was and which door to go to once he made it up there. Pushing the up bottom, Bones tried his best to contain his excitement. Not only was he about to kill off Shemel but make a quick come up as well. Standing to his right was a petty hustler by the name of Nick. He accompanied Bones on this trip for one reason… to get back at Pierre for denying his presence into the family business.

  What niggas didn’t understand is that there were no outsiders welcomed. If you weren’t fam, there was no getting in no matter how credible you were. That had been the rule since Shemel and Pierre’s pops was running shit. It started out on loyalty and would end that way if they could help it. Nick was infuriated by how he downplayed his position in the streets and wanted revenge. It was petty, but he knew killing off Pierre would make his name buzz in the streets so he wanted in. Regardless if he was up there or not, he felt good riding along with Bones.

  As soon as the elevator doors opened, the cleaning lady was coming around the corner with her cart. She had greeted Shemel and his crew earlier that evening and she wa
s for sure they weren’t wearing black hoodies. With suspicion written over her face, she pulled the headphones from her ears and commenced in calling 911. Riding the elevator up, they all pulled their guns out ready to put in work. Tip-toeing to the door, it was so quiet they could hear the bass from the short distance. As they approached the door, Bones gave them both a head nod.

  “Let’s do this shit,” Nick said hype.

  Tapping the butt of his gun on the door, he stood book and waited for someone to open up. Even over the loud music, the distinctive sound could be heard. Since Fatz was the closest, he got up to see who it could be.

  “Who is it?” he asked, speaking loudly.

  “Bones. I’m with Vino,” he replied back.

  Vino was just walking out the booth, so Shemel could go in when Fatz asked if he knew some nigga named Bones. Nodding his head in confusion, he looked over at his cousin. He had invited Bones to come with him, but he claimed he had something to do. Now all of a sudden he shows up here unannounced. Walking to the door, Vino pulls it open just as Bones pushed his way through.

  “Everybody hands up right now. Don’t think about making no quick moves, or I’m shooting, no hesitation,” he spat.

  With the advantage, they couldn’t do anything but raise their hands. Shemel stood inside the booth pissed. He knew if he went out there shooting, unnecessary lives would be lost. Looking at Pierre through the glass, they both nodded their heads. Pierre had his heat on him, and at the right time, he was pulling his trigger. He wanted to see how these amateurs worked though.

  “What you on man?” Vino asked, walking up to him but stopped when Bones aimed the gun in his direction.

  “Nah, don’t walk up on me nigga,” Bones spat.

  Nick and the other nigga held their guns but not as confident as Bones did. Fatz, Ricky, Pierre, and Vino’s cousin didn’t looked phased one bit and that had them rethinking their decision. Pierre was looking at Nick with a smirk on his face. He remembered him from a while back and knew exactly what this shit was.