Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues)

by Kiki Swinson presents Unique

  “You sure you want me to do that?” he smiled.

  I smiled back and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  We were laying in the fetal position and I loved every minute of it. And before I knew it his dick started rising to the occasion. My pussy got so warm and wet, it started pulsating. The feeling was incredible but I knew I needed to feel Bishop inside me to get the full effect. Knowing he had a woman back in New Jersey was shifted to the back of my mind. I didn’t give a fuck about her at this point. Her man was in bed with me and I was going to take advantage of it. Plus, I figured if I fucked him good enough, he’d want to leave her ass for good.

  “Damn, your dick is so hard,” I commented while I massaged his hard manhood from behind. I did this so I could measure the size of it with my hand. And after I found out that my hand couldn’t cover his entire penis, I became more excited. I was so excited that I turned my body completely around towards him and then I leaned in to kiss him. Oh my God! His lips were so soft and full. We were rotating our lips as we kissed each other passionately. Luckily for him I was completely naked. I knew that this was bound to happen which was why I decided not to slip on a pair of panties. I believed I took Bishop by surprise when he realized I was naked. But when he started licking and sucking on my nipples, it made things all better.

  Not too much longer after he licked and played with my breast, he slid down my body. His soft kisses and licks on my stomach were only making me hotter. He was active and like everything else in his life, he was smooth. His hands were working their way up and down my body while his mouth teased me. When his mouth found my pussy and started teasing my clit with his tongue, I was in heaven. I was so fucking surprise when his tongue initially touched my clit, that I lifted my back and with both hands, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face in all of my wetness.

  Granted, I was already wet so when he dug his tongue deep inside me, it became more pleasurable. I was bucking and humping his face like my mind was going bad. The feelings I felt with each touch were indescribable. “Oooooowww, yeah Bishop, lick right there,” I instructed him. Damn, I loved a man who loved eating pussy and knew what he was doing. And this bastard knew what in the fuck he was doing. He was so good I could feel my toes twisting in all different directions. This shit was affecting my whole body. His hands went under my ass and I could feel the saliva running down the crack of my head.

  “Wait, don’t move. Stay right there,” I demanded as I concentrated on climaxing. While he was eating my pussy like he was at a Japanese buffet, I was thinking about this sex tape I saw a while back with this chick sitting on this guy’s face. She was grinding her pussy in his face and he was taking it all in. Thinking about how she was throwing her pussy at that other guy helped me explode all my juices into Bishop’s mouth. I trembled while his face was buried between my thighs and his hands were pushing my ass more into his face. Damn, damn, damn! I think I had a double orgasm. This muthafucka was not stopping. He was eating my pussy like it was his last meal, like he was the muthafucka locked up and had just gotten out of jail.

  Immediately after I exhaled, I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. “I want you to fuck me!” I commanded. Without saying a word he pushed his entire dick inside of my pussy. And as he slid his dick deep inside of me, I began to feel like we were one. I know this sounds crazy but I was falling in love with this guy. The way he handled me while he thrust himself in and out of me was mind blowing. I couldn’t get myself together. I felt like I was on cloud nine or in la-la land. The way he penetrated me was so gentle and passionate. He was literally making love to me. And the way he looked into my eyes left me in a trance.

  “Hmmmm, this pussy is so wet and tight. I love this wet pussy!” he told me as he continued to thrust himself in and out of me.

  I wanted him to know I was feeling him so I pulled his face to mine and started kissing more passionately. Yeah, he was a real man. Real men love it when a woman kisses them after they just ate her pussy. Real men loved it when a woman wasn’t all prudish and shit, and didn’t mind tasting herself. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder!” I said between kisses. And he happily obliged.

  He put my legs over his shoulder and then he started long stroking me. He would look down at how hard he was fucking me and then he looked into my face to see my expression. I couldn’t lie, this shit was feeling damn good. But I knew if I didn’t express that physically or verbally, he wouldn’t perform as well. That’s just a man’s ego. They want to know that they are doing their thing, so I made sure he knew it tonight.

  “Damn right, fuck this pussy, baby. Fuck this pussy hard!” I told him. The more I talked nasty to him, the better he performed and about forty seconds later, he pulled his dick and squirted every ounce of cum his dick could produce. And while he was dropping it all over my pussy, I was wiping it up with my index finger and then I’d lick it off.

  He smiled at me and said, “I love the whore in you.”

  I smiled back and said, “You just don’t know that that was just the beginning. I have a lot more tricks in my bag.”

  He didn’t respond to that comment, but he did kiss me on my forehead, so that was good enough for me.

  After our fucking session was over, he and I both washed ourselves off and jumped back into bed. He went out like a light. But it took me at least another twenty minutes to doze off. I couldn’t get the way I felt about Bishop off my mind. I just hoped that I didn’t play myself by fucking him too soon. And I knew that in time I would know.

  Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique

  Strength and Power-Chapter Twenty-Six

  Whoever said men have the biggest balls—lied!

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so damn good. There is nothing like a good man with a bank account, status and a horse dick. Better yet, there was nothing like a man who knew how to use that plywood between his legs as well as use his tongue as a weapon. That was exactly what Bishop had done—attacked me with his weaponry, and I was all the more better for it. I was on my cloud and it was much higher than cloud nine.

  I felt good for only two or three hours of sleep. When I looked over at the clock, it read 11:30. I immediately jumped up and fumbled over myself.

  What the fuck!

  I looked around and there was no sign of Bishop. I was about to run out the room when I saw the note taped to the TV screen.

  There’s been a change of plans. We’re going back in tonight, so chill for now. I will be back soon. Read the newspaper, very interesting article on your boy. But please stay in the room because you are a wanted woman. Police think you are Duke’s accomplice. We will handle that as well and exonerate your name. See you when I get back.

  The first thing I had to say to myself was I trust this man, he wouldn’t fuck me like Duke had done. That meant a lot. More importantly, I really had to believe that. I had a good feeling about Bishop, but my past didn’t allow me to trust far.

  Then I read the note again and I had to stop. Read the newspaper. The police was thinking I was Duke’s accomplice. Hold on. Shit! Were they real or fucking with me? I knew immediately it was the two damn detectives trying to flush me out. I had their cards and I was going to call, but first I wanted to read the newspaper that Bishop had left me.

  Duke had made front-page news and what a story it was. It talked about the young girls he had killed and the motive was he wanted their babies to sell to the highest bidder, and the highest bidder was suspected to be some rich people in the area. Then it talked about his connection to Neeko and the club, and how he was suspected in the killings of both Neeko and Katrina, and blowing up the club. The motive for that was the insurance money he would receive from his wife dying in the club. Yes, they even knew about his wife being in the club. Amazingly, he had taken out the insurance on her long before they married—like six months ago.

  Man, Duke was off the motherfucking hook. He was crazy as hell.

  The article went on to talk about the police had the name of one
of his known female accomplices, and they were on the lookout for her. She was the last one seen at the house of Katrina Bishop, and had lived in one of four condos or townhouses that Duke Carrington owned. The police had searched his condos, townhouses and evidently, three other residences he owned. They named the locations of the residences and none of them was the one in Chesapeake.

  When I put the newspaper down, I was stunned. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I wanted to call the detectives and tell them I didn’t have anything to do with any of this. But that would have been a mistake . . . and a lie. I had a hellava lot to do with this. I had beaten Diamond down, plus I was there when she was killed, and I had intimate knowledge of Katrina’s death and the death of two innocent women because they knew Duke’s flunky, Chris.

  No, my name wasn’t associated with Duke Carrington in any of this. But it was associated with death—in a major way.

  For now I said fuck it.

  I took another shower and got myself together. I tried on all of the clothes Bishop had bought me the day before. I felt like the Queen Bee. I thought about our moment in bed and the lovemaking, and damn, my pussy got wet all over again. Shit, I was hoping we had a chance to do that shit again before he left. But truthfully speaking, my mind was on leaving with him.

  Around six o’clock that evening I started getting worried, plus I was hungry as hell. I had had a couple bags of chips and a drink the whole day, and I was extremely hungry now. I hadn’t heard from Bishop. Once again, I was thinking he had bailed on me. It was the story of my life, people I gave a damn about bailing on me. I was anxious and the anxiety was kicking the shit out of me. I searched for the detectives business cards but for some reason I couldn’t find it.

  What the hell? What did I do with it?

  I knew I had the card after I got out of the lake and I had it at Devin’s place. Bishop! Shit, he had it and now I knew my ass was in trouble. And don’t ask me why I did what I did next, but I started packing the luggage he had bought me that morning. I was getting out of here but I wasn’t leaving my clothes. I didn’t stop to think about how shallow that was.

  But as I was packing, the door opened and it was Bishop, along with his boys, Torch and Monty. Bishop had food in his hand. I felt so relieved, even though I wasn’t sure I would live to see another day.

  “Going somewhere?” Bishop asked.

  “I wasn’t sure,” I began. “I hadn’t heard from you and I didn’t know if you were alright. You know it was a wild night and my adrenaline is kicking my ass. Plus, I’m hungry as a starving bear in the woods.”

  “All is cool,” he said.

  He turned on the TV and let me eat. I felt bad not believing in Bishop, after all he had done for me in such a short time. Plus, I was sure there was no place on God’s green earth that could save me from the man if he came looking for me. I was a wreck and I knew it. Trust issues would be the death of me. I just hope that death was not in the short-term future.

  After I ate, Bishop dropped Detective Whitfield’s card down on the table where I was eating. I didn’t know what to say or think.

  “This is what we are going to do,” he said. “I want you to call Detective Rosenberg, and read what I wrote down here. I want you to read this first and get familiar with it. I also want you to do some improvising but improvise with the information I provide you. I will also be whispering in your ear what to say. Understand?”

  I shook my head. I didn’t completely get it, but I understood. So I read what I was to say. Bishop had even written down possible questions the detectives may ask and my answers to those questions. When I was completely confident with the game plan and script, he made the call on a phone that was hooked up to three other phones that was hooked up to some kind of device.

  Detective Rosenberg answered on the first ring and stated his name. On my end I was on the speakerphone.

  “Yes, this is Lynise, tell your partner, Detective Whitfield, to pick up on the other phone, and both of you listen to what I have to say.”

  The phone went silent for a minute and I realized Rosenberg was talking to his partner. Then they both were on the line.

  “No sense in trying to trace the number,” I stated. “First, the phone is a burner, secondly, it will be routed through at least three sites before you can a decent hone on my general location. Also, what I have to say, I don’t think you want anyone else hearing. And lastly, I have at least fifteen minutes before that will occur, so listen and do what I say.”

  Even though I was reading off a script, I felt confident, like I was in charge.

  “Lynise, you need to turn yourself in,” Detective Whitfield said. “You are in a lot of trouble and we are the only people who can help you. Your friend, Diamond, is dead, Katrina is dead, Neeko is dead, do you want to be next.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Detective,” I said. That was me, not the script. “This is the play, the only play,” the script read. “This is the address Duke Carrington is held up. This is the house you guys don’t know about.” I gave him the address in Chesapeake. “This is what’s going to happen. “First, you are going to get your guys and coordinate with the Chesapeake Department, and you guys will raid his home. That’s a given. But I also expect you to call the radio and television stations I give you, and they will broadcast that you guys have found Duke Carrington and are breaching his house a minute before you guys knock down the doors. Understand?”

  “No, we don’t understand,” Rosenberg weighed in. “What makes you think we are going to get radio and TV stations involved in taking down a murder suspect. Not going to happen, missy. Now, turn yourself in or you are going down with your boyfriend.”

  I laughed to myself. I couldn’t tell Rosenberg from Whitfield. And I loved it. It’s always nice to see the true colors of a cop come out.

  “Detective, both you and your partner have other two thousand shares in Carter Business Holding Incorporated. Shares neither one of you could afford. Yes, I think you guys will leak this story to the local news stations if you don’t want Internal Affairs investigating you.”

  The phone went silent and I knew both men had their hands over the receiver and trying to decide what was the best way to go. Then Detective Whitfield came back on, “Lynise, if you fuck us on this, that’s your ass and that’s a promise.”

  “You have one hour, Detective. If I don’t hear what I want to hear, I promise you, the e-mail I have drawn up will be sent to the Chief of Detectives, the police chief and every newspapers and radio and television station in this area, as well as an anonymous e-mail sent to the FBI. So Detective Whitfield, no, don’t fuck with me. One hour, the clock is running.”

  Who said a bitch can’t run the show?

  Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique

  Tick, Tick, Tick-Chapter Twenty-Seven

  In the company of dangerous men—it was my lifelong dream, but it was my destiny.

  We packed the Escalade and got on the move after that. Evidently Bishop had already given Torch and Monty the address to where we were going because the GPS started talking to us as soon as we pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

  We were headed west as we jumped on I-64 headed towards Hampton, Norfolk or Newport News, or something west of our current location. We had checked out of the hotel and packed everything up. I also noticed we had a black duffel bag that was full of weapons. We were headed out and Bishop was really turning over Duke to the cops. I wasn’t sure because we were dressed similarly to our outfits the night before.

  The sun was already down and I didn’t know the game plan. I was sure I was the only one who didn’t know the plan.

  “Where we going? Are we still going to take Duke down?” I asked with genuine concern and worry in my voice.

  “Chill, baby. Just enjoy the ride,” Bishop said. So that’s what I did.

  When we went through the tunnel and then got off I-64 by the Hampton University exit, I definitely didn’t know what was up. I looked around the area and tried to gue
ss where we were going and I couldn’t.

  Then we finally rolled into the outskirts of downtown Hampton, in a warehouse district, I was completely lost. I had never been in this area before in all the years I had lived in the Tidewater/Virginia Beach area.

  We pulled over before we reached our destination. The GPS said we were a quarter mile form our destination. But we were parked.

  “What’s up,” I said.

  “Duke wasn’t at the Chesapeake home,” Bishop began. “He has been hanging out here in this warehouse district. He has about three or four guys at the house in Chesapeake. His game plan was to call in anonymously tomorrow to the cops and while they were getting their shit together, he would escape via a private jet at the Norfolk airport.”

  “How you know all of this?” I asked.

  “I have my ways,” he said and smiled.

  He gave me a 9mm Beretta for protection. He had at least three guns that I could see and a knife, while Torch and Monty were trapped to the hilt with guns and assault rifles. This shit was heavy. And yes, I was scared.

  The area was darker than any normal area. I noticed the lights that surrounded the place were all out. When we reached the warehouse, I noticed there was an old, dark color Chevy Impala between the warehouse we were about to breach and the one next to it. Bishop had a mini-radio attached to his belt and I knew he was listening to one of the radio stations we had gave the detectives to inform me a minute before the breach was supposed to happen.

  When he heard what he was looking for, we all went in the same door and immediately we spread out. I stayed with Bishop. And yes, I was scared as shit.