G-Spot 2 Pride: The 1st Deadly Sin (G-Spot 2: The Seven Deadly Sins)

by Noire

  Ace waved him off. “Ga’head. I’m good, man. Just read it to me.”

  Illiterate ass! Monique smirked. With dumb and dumber running the Spot no wonder it had turned out worse than a girl’s home run by a crew of broke-dick pimps.

  “Nah, slime. You gotta read it. You ain’t gonna believe this shit!” Pluto insisted.

  “Niggah just read it! Who’s it from?”

  “It’s from some place called Sunny Hills Sanatorium. It’s way up in Canada.”

  Hearing this, Monique jumped up to take a peek as Pluto moved his finger under the sentences and began sounding his words out like a first grader:

  “Dear Mr. McKay. Greetings from the Sunny Hills Sana-to-rium for Restor…a…restora...tive Care. We are hon-red that you have been a valued pa-tron of our services for more than ten years. Your on-going de…deci…de-ciseeon to settle your account’s…”

  Monique couldn’t take it no more. She ignored Pluto and read on silently over his shoulder.

  Your ongoing decision to settle your account’s annual balance in advance has made it possible for us to provide your wife with topnotch professional care. Unfortunately, it has come to our attention that your balance has been depleted and your account is now seriously past due.

  Here at Sunny Hills Sanatorium we rely solely on the financial support of clients like you to ensure we can provide for the unique needs of your loved one. In order to continue offering our quality services to Mrs. Salida McKay, you will have ten days from the date of this letter to remit your past due balance in full. If you wish to maintain a suite at our facility you will be required to remit full payment for the next twelve months at this time as well.

  If you are unable to do so, it will be with great sadness and profound regret that we will be forced to discharge Mrs. Salida McKay from our facility. We have truly enjoyed our long-term relationship with you. We hope to continue providing you with the security and peace of mind of knowing your loved one is receiving the absolute best mental and physical health care possible.

  Sincerely,

  Joseph Gordon

  Director, Sunny Hills Sanatorium for Restorative Care

  About a dozen of the words written on the paper flew off and embedded themselves in Monique’s brain. They were the twelve most important words she had heard in the last six months.

  We will be forced to discharge Mrs. Salida McKay from our facility.

  Monique just couldn’t believe it. A ghost straight outta G’s past was alive and kickin’.

  And as she would soon find out, that ghost was alive, kickin’, slickin’, trickin’, and best of all, crazy as hell!

  CHAPTER 8

  Unlike his father, there was always something sexually freaky going on up in Gino’s head. After all those years I’d spent fantasizing about how wonderful dick could be and the hundreds of ways I’d dreamed of getting my stuff beat up, I felt lucky to fall in love with a dude who had just as much erotic creativity as I did.

  “Ease down on it,” Gino whispered. His strong hands gripped my waist as he lowered me onto his thick, straining dick.

  Our wedding was right around the corner and we were sitting in a bathtub full of warm, bubbly water. At least Gino was. I was crouched over him, backing my ass down on him so he could hit it from behind the way I liked it.

  The hot soapy water added a whole different aspect to getting nasty in the tub. I peeked between my thighs and licked my lips as Gino’s dark manhood thrust up outta the big white bubbles and slid deeply inside me.

  Sparks shot through my pussy like the water was electrified. Titties jiggling, I raised and lowered myself slowly, riding him like he was a giant black thoroughbred. Behind me, Gino moaned against my neck, then nibbled my ear. I gasped as he gently pinched my nipples with his wet fingertips, the soapy water making his slippery friction that much more exciting.

  Suddenly, Gino lifted me completely off of him and pushed me forward. I pressed my palms to the bottom of the tub and balanced my weight until I was almost on my knees. Gino got up on his knees too, and he entered me again with one long, deep stroke. A stroke so hard and delicious that my pussy hiccupped twice and then I came just like that.

  “Yeah, baby girl,” he moaned in my ear. “Get yours…” But that little nut hadn’t done a damn thing for me, and he knew it. I was ready for round two as Gino reached in front of me and cupped a handful of suds then massaged it all over my aching, swollen clit.

  “That’s it,” he said as his lips trailed hot, wet kisses down my back. “Get some more, Juicy.” He sucked hickeys from my neck down to the crack of my ass while his dick worked like an underwater jack-pump, drilling a nice hot hole in my pussy.

  I got me another small nut before Gino lifted me from the water and wrapped me in a thick beach towel. He carried me into our bedroom and lay me on the bed, then lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and gave my pussy two deep licks.

  “Is this what you want?” he teased, parting my curly hairs with his tongue.

  Hell yeah, I wanted that, but I wanted something else first.

  “C’mere,” I told him, swinging my legs around and pushing him back on the bed until he was laying flat on his back. All that beautiful black dick coming off of him looked like a long marble mountain of perfection to me. It was thick and perfectly shaped, and the veins running along the side throbbed like his dick had a migraine headache.

  I gobbled that shit up.

  Gone were the days when I had to practice sucking dick on a cucumber. I had the real thing now, and Gino’s dick was the only one that I had ever willingly sucked.

  My man really deserved this neck pussy, and I slurped that thang half to death. I planted hot kisses up and down his shaft, then covered the smooth, mushroom-shaped head with my lips and swirled my wet tongue around the rigid rim as I gripped the base in my hand and jacked him slow and tight.

  Gino sighed and cupped my cheeks. His fingers trailed down my neck. He pumped in and out slowly; making sure the tip of his dick deeply penetrated that trap door in my throat on each stroke. I hummed all over that baby, slurping and sucking it like there was gold in the center and I was desperate to strike it rich. I felt his nut rising, and Gino felt it too.

  He tapped my chin and then extracted himself slowly from my mouth. He stood up, and I lay down on my stomach and brought my right knee up to my chest. I bit into the pillow as Gino inched into me just a little at a time. My pussy was thumping to a nasty beat, and Gino got down to my favorite song.

  My juices sloshed each time he pushed his meat into me, and the wet, splashing sounds my coochie hole made when his nuts smacked against me drove both of us crazy.

  “Ahhh…” I growled deep in my throat. Gino placed his hand on the flat of my back and pressed down gently as he worked his dick between my thick ass-cheeks. Trying his best not to come, he pulled out and smacked my ass.

  I shivered as my flesh jiggled.

  He smacked me again, this time on the other cheek. The sound of his hand slapping my booty combined with the heat flaring up on my sensitive skin was so erotic I started humping and rubbing my pussy on the sheets and I almost came again.

  Gino spanked me with one hand and guided his pole between my buns. I bucked up and opened wide, pointing my asshole up in the air as my pussy bubbled and begged him to get back inside!

  He climbed on top of me, and the sensation of his pubic hairs scraping against my ass cheeks is what sent me over the edge. My clit started throbbing in triple time, and when Gino reached under me and pinched my nipples while pounding me into the mattress, we both started bucking like horses.

  “Ooohh…” Gino moaned behind me as I slobbered all over the bed. “I luh this tight pussy, Juicy. I luh the hell outta this pussy.”

  All I could do was lay there and nod. I felt just like I was riding a warm wave on a magical river of love. Because between the slobber trickling out of my mouth and the hot cum gushing from between my legs, I had wet the whole damn bed up.

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  I had already decided not to tell Gino about how Pit had been pushing up on me, or about all the shit he had talked about my engagement ring, but I didn’t have to because as it turned out Pit told Gino himself.

  My wedding was only two days away and DarQuese had promised to do something cold with my hair.

  “You know I don’t usually get pressed out by what’s sitting on a chick’s head, but you got some real pretty hair, Juicy,” she said as she rubbed a thick, creamy shampoo through my curls and smoothed it down to my ends with a rat-tail comb.

  “Your shit is obedient, you know? It does exactly what a stylist tells it to do. I’m about to tell this baby to be butter for you on Saturday, okay?”

  I laughed and enjoyed the sensation her hands were creating all over my head.

  “Oh,” she said. “I forgot to tell you. Cynthia swung by earlier. She left an envelope for you. She said you was holding something for her.”

  Damn! I sat up and sucked my teeth. I had forgotten all about Cynthia. She was a beautiful big girl that I’d been sewing for lately. Her sister hosted a lot of hood fashion shows, and I’d designed three figure-flattering dresses for Cynt that I was supposed to bring with me and leave at the shop for her today.

  “I forgot,” I told Quese, covering my mouth. “I totally forgot.”

  “How did you forget to sew her stuff, Juicy? The show is tonight. You know that girl is depending on you!”

  “No,” I shook my head quickly. “I already finished the dresses. I just left them at home and forgot to bring them with me.”

  “Oh,” DarQuese said, pulling me back in the chair. She plunged her hands into my hair again. “Well, shit. That ain’t no problem. Just call your man and tell him to do you a solid. Ask him to run Cynt’s stuff over here and tell him you’ll pay him with free pussy for the rest of his life.”

  Gino was right on it. My call had caught him and Sallie coming out of a business meeting, and he agreed to swing by our condo to pick up the dresses and bring them down to the shop for me.

  “A’ight,” he chuckled when I told him what Quese had said about him getting free pussy for life. “I’m counting on that, baby. For real.”

  “Wait!” I said, trying to catch him before he hung up. “Be careful about how you carry those dresses, okay? Cynt’s modeling them tonight so make sure you don’t let them get wrinkled. Just leave them on the hanger and hook it in the backseat of your ride.”

  Gino didn’t know it, but I had been pushing my JuicyOriginals non-stop so I could buy him a dope wedding gift. At least three nights a week I would fuck him real good, then go in my sewing room and stay on my machine until daybreak.

  I had full access to our bank account so I could have easily whipped out my debit card, but I was determined to buy my man something with money that I had earned on my own.

  The black onyx ring that G used to twirl on his finger had been a wedding gift from Gino’s mom. Gino had seemed real proud when he talked about his mother buying that ring, and I had found a jeweler to design him an onyx and diamond ring that was twice as grand as the one G had worn.

  I was planning on surprising Gino with it on our wedding day, right before I told him about our baby. Our future was looking damn good and I couldn’t wait to reveal all the surprises I had for my man!

  I was sitting under the dryer with a hot oil treatment in my hair when I saw Teenie jump up from the front desk and jet toward the door. A second later, two chicks who had been waiting to get their eyebrows waxed were right behind her. They waved for DarQuese to hurry up and come see what was going on, and that’s when I jumped up and ran over to the door too.

  I almost blacked out when I saw what was happening. Gino and Slick Sallie were standing outside in business suits and white shirts, and Gino was about to give Pit a beat down. My man had Cynthia’s dresses slung carelessly over his shoulder, and him and Pit were going in hard.

  “What the hell is going on?” I yelled as I pushed past DarQuese and went to stand beside my man.

  “Everything is chill, Juicy,” Gino said calmly. He gave me a quick kiss. “I got this, baby.”

  Pit started laughing. He was standing there with one of his friends, showing his ass and trying to flex for his audience.

  “Sup, Juice,” Pit said. “I was just telling ya man here how I could help him get an upgrade on that tiny speck of glass he got a dime like you flossin’. Looks like some shit he pulled outta a Happy Meal.”

  Pit’s lil posse started laughing, and then Slick Sallie bust out with a stupid joke of his own.

  “Are you crazy, dude? That’s at least a hundred grand hanging off Juicy’s finger!” He laughed. “As broke as I am, I’d jack her for that ring myself if I thought I could get away with it.”

  Gino didn’t laugh at all. Instead, he swelled up on Pit. The two of them went back to beefing, but I got distracted from what they were saying because the guy standing next to Pit looked real familiar.

  Oh, hell yeah. I’d definitely seen him before. He was an ex-NBA player who used to ball hard in Philly back when I first got with G.

  I tried to ignore him and focus on the drama going down between Gino and Pit, but dude kept staring at me with this wicked look in his eyes. He was tatted up Philly-style and still sporting his trademark cornrows. He was still fine as shit too. I could tell he recognized me, but I turned my head and tried to play him off.

  “Hey ma,” he said softly. I knew damn well he was talking to me. But I didn’t want no trouble. I swear to God I didn’t. Me and Gino were fresh in town and this wasn’t our hood. I igged that fool as hard as I could.

  “Hey, ma,” he said again, and this time he was loud-talking over Pit and Gino and pointing dead at me. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  I gave him the dumb look and shook my head, no. Quese, Teenie, and a bunch of Hella Hot’s customers were standing there catching every word that sailed by, and all I wanted him to do was shut up.

  Instead, he looked over at Pit and bust out laughing. “Yo, man. I know this chick. Shawty is a firecracker. Hot as hell. Sweet too. I got me some of that in a club back in New York, ak. Mami got a cute little monkey on her, word.”

  Everybody out there shut the hell up and stared at me. I couldn’t even look at Gino. I was so ashamed I wanted to shrivel up and disappear. I’d only willingly fucked two men in my whole life: G and Gino. None of them other perverts who had raped and abused me counted. Me and Gino had both agreed on that. But what about this dude? He was the first man to ever eat my pussy! Did he count?

  “I don’t know what you talking about,” I lied hotly. “I’m not even from around here.”

  He cracked up laughing. “Oh, I know where you from baby girl! The same place you was from when I slurped your shit out.”

  “Yo, muh’fucka–” Gino stepped up on dude and amped right the fuck out. “You said you slurped somebody’s shit?” He was way thicker and taller than the Philly baller and he got in that ass about ten feet deep, drilling Mister Cornrows with a blow so fast and hard it sent his skinny ass rolling over the hood of a parked car.

  “Oh, shit!” Pit squealed as Gino went after the dude, stalking him out into the street. The baller swung a few hood blows, and a lucky one caught Gino on the chin. Cynthia’s dresses got slung straight to the ground as Gino snatched the dude up, flung him back onto the parked car, and then smashed his grill into the front bumper about ten times straight.

  The Philly dude wasn’t no punk, but he had absolutely no wins. He might have been a fleet-footed baller, but the fast-fisted Brooklyn brawler was way too much for him to handle.

  With his muscles straining under his suit jacket, Gino pulled his arm back and pounded his fist into the guy’s face until it was completely covered in blood. He didn’t stop until the guy was stretched out across the hood of the parked car spitting blood out of his busted-up mouth.

  Dude was defeated. “I thought I knew her,” he kept saying over and over again like he was dazed and
confused. “I made a mistake…I thought I knew her…”

  “Stop lying!” I hollered, although I was the one lying my ass off. “I’ve never even seen you before! You was just trying to take the heat off Pit because his little ass was about to bite off more than he could shit out!”

  “Fuck you, bitch!” Pit hollered.

  Gino bent down to Pit’s level and slammed his big fist into the midget’s grill.

  Cursing, Pit rushed at Gino. His buff little muscles bulged and flexed as he bear-hugged Gino’s knees and tried to force him off his feet and swing him to the ground.

  But Gino was way too solid for that, and he scooped Pit up in a quick headlock that lifted him right off his feet. “Lemme school you for a minute, lil niggah,” Gino barked. His forearm dug into Pit’s throat as the midget’s feet dangled in the air. Pit struggled to breathe, kicking his legs wildly and swinging short, desperate punches.

  “I don’t usually fight lil kids,” Gino told him, “but I don’t give a fuck how stunted yo’ ass is. Disrespect my woman again and I’ma treat you like a full-grown man and lay ya tiny ass down, ya heard?”

  Gino turned him loose and Pit hit the ground hard. He rolled over on his stomach, but before he could get up Gino bent down and punched him in the back of his head with so much force it sounded like he’d swung a bat.

  Pit yelped and tried to crawl away, but Gino capped him with a sweet roundhouse that almost sent his eyeball flying to the back of his skull.

  Cupping his eye, Pit rolled over on his back again and howled, and then he reached down in the front of his pants like he was fumbling for his burner.

  “Yo, yo, yo!” said a cold voice. “That better be your dick you fixing to pull out, my man.”

  All eyes swung over to Slick Sallie, who was posted up in a wide-legged stance. He’d been standing there quietly the entire time, but now a shiny silver Glock was suddenly in his hand and he had it trained dead on Pit.