Real Riders Never Die

by A'zayler

  “That’s right T, cum in my mouth baby.”

  “Oh Moto, that felt so good,” she moaned. Taryn lay on his bed looking exhausted. Her hair was sprawled all over his pillows. Taryn-Lee was absolutely stunning. The look of a fresh orgasm adorned her face; she looked satisfied and weak. Demoto grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer and got into bed with her. He quickly slid it on and got on top. Taryn was lying extremely still as he guided the tip of his manhood towards her opening. He slid it around in her moist heat, making sure to rub it against her clit. It was obviously still sensitive from her orgasm, because she jumped and let out a small sigh. He checked to make sure she was okay before he continued. She nodded her head and grabbed both of his forearms. Demoto balanced himself on one arm and held his dick with the other. He put the head to her opening and slid it in slowly. Taryn’s entire body tensed up. She pushed at Demoto’s stomach and scooted back, making him slip out.

  “It hurts Moto,” she whined.

  “I’m sorry baby, I’ll go slower.” He leaned down and cupped her butt with both hands, pulling her back to him. Once again, he slid only the head in. Taryn winced in pain, but he kept going. He was met with a strong resistance. Taryn was so tight and wet he had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning. He eased out and pushed in again with a little more force. He did this a few more times until he was all the way in. She gasped loudly, like she’d lost her breath. Taryn’s body felt heavenly wrapped around his dick. Taryn had her arms and legs wrapped around him so tight he could hardly move. He pulled back some so he could look at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her face was twisted in pain.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No keep going, just go slow.” Demoto picked one of her legs up in the crook of his arm and started grinding. He was trying to go slow, but it was starting to feel too good. The slower he went, the wetter she got. Her pussy was dripping wet, and making all kinds of gushy noises. Demoto loved it! He had slept with a number of girls in his past, but they didn’t have shit on Taryn. Alicia was running a close second, but Taryn was in a league of her own. Demoto continued to slide inside her, all the while whispering in her ear how beautiful she was. He spoke in French because he knew she loved it.

  “This shit was made for me Taryn. You hear me? Your body was made to be mine! You better not give it to anybody else!” He knew Taryn and she was loyal; if he said not to, then she wouldn’t. Yes it was selfish of him to make that decision for her, but so what! After tonight she would forever be his, no matter who she was with.

  “Oww Demoto, its hurting me so good.”

  “It feel good to you baby?” She nodded her head ferociously. Slowly the pain had obviously turned into pleasure, because she was now grinding back against him. Damn this pussy good. He stroked her slow a few more minutes before speeding up. He was punishing her and he could tell; she was screaming so loud he was sure Adisa could hear her.

  “Be quiet and take this shit T, you a big girl. Take this dick for me.” Demoto hit her with deep rough strokes until he climaxed. “Damn Baby!” he yelled as he fell beside her onto the bed.

  Taryn pulled the sheet over her body and looked at Demoto. She wanted to know how she’d done. Demoto turned his head and looked at her.

  “Excellent. You took this muthafucka like a champ, I’m proud of you.” Taryn loved Demoto, but hated this crazy relationship they had. One minute they were friends, and the next he was fucking her brains out. Sex with him was everything she thought it would be. She was in some serious pain, but it was worth it.

  “I have to go Demoto.” she whispered. He didn’t say anything; he just nodded his head in understanding. Taryn stood up still wrapped in the sheet and grabbed her clothes.

  “Taryn I don’t know why you trying to hide, your body is gorgeous! You’re fucking perfect!” She blushed at his comments. She hadn’t noticed he was still watching her. Although he had just seen every part of her, she was still shy.

  “Close your eyes so I can put my clothes on.”

  “I wish I would. You better put them damn clothes on.” Demoto was laughing at her, which only made her even more nervous. Taryn looked at him with pleading eyes, but he only smirked. Figuring he was going to watch her no matter what, she dropped the sheet. She tried to put her panties on, but had forgotten they were ripped.

  “You owe me another pair of panties too sir.”

  “I got you baby,” he laughed. Taryn finished getting dressed and wrapped her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head, and prepared to leave. Demoto slid out of bed and put his shorts on. Taryn tried to act like she wasn’t watching him, but she couldn’t help it. His body was sexy, and his dick was even better. It was so big and thick; she thought he was going to rip her walls apart. She’d never felt something that hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time.

  Breaking her gaze from his body, she followed him out. They walked in silence until they reached his front door. She watched his dreads fall around his chest, as he pulled her to him. He leaned down and took her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking it. He slipped her his tongue for a passionate kiss. Taryn willingly accepted it. They kissed intimately for another five minutes before he slapped her on her booty and watched her leave. Once she’d gotten in her car, she rushed back to the shelter; she had to meet Jeremiah at the movies in twenty minutes. She hurried so she could take a shower and get herself together. Once she got into her room, she sent him a text letting him know she would be late. After he said okay, she sent Demoto one as well.

  Taryn: Did you really mean what you said?

  Demoto: I said a lot, be specific

  Taryn: About being yours, and not giving it to nobody else.

  Demoto: hell yeah I meant it! That’s my shit, and ain’t nobody allowed in it but me!

  Taryn: Okay Demoto, I won’t

  Demoto: Promise?

  Taryn: I promise

  Taryn smiled at her phone. Demoto made her feel wanted. She hadn’t felt like that in a long time. Checking the clock, she rushed to get dressed.

  Chapter 8

  Today was only his second day of training and he was already tired. Demoto was currently sitting at the gun range waiting for his turn. He’d accepted the job from Cayman and had two months of training to go. Initially he hadn’t wanted to accept it, but the money was good and the job was easy. He wasn’t a stranger to murder; he’d been killing since he was a kid. His father had groomed he and Adisa from childhood. The thing that bothered him the most wasn’t that he was ready to get home, it was his reasoning behind wanting to get home. He wanted to see Taryn. He’d been thinking about her nonstop since he got there. He hadn’t made any attempts to contact her since the other night after they’d had sex. He’d texted her once to make sure she’d gotten home from her date safely, and that was it.

  “Youngblood, you’re up next!” his instructor yelled. Pushing all thoughts of Taryn out of his head, Demoto grabbed his .45 and walked to the target.

  *****

  “Ewww Miah you are so nasty! I don’t want none of that mess!” Taryn leaned her head away from the fork full of food. She and Jeremiah were having lunch at a Japanese steakhouse called Fuji’s. They’d been out shopping all day and decided to stop on their way home.

  “Stop playing and taste it baby.”

  “No. I don’t like onions,” Taryn smiled and pushed his fork back towards him. Jeremiah was truly a sight for sore eyes. Everything about him was relaxing and cool. They had been spending practically all of their free time together since he’d been back. She enjoyed being around him. She’d had one of the best times of her life on their movie date the other night. He was the perfect gentleman. They talked and played all night. Taryn smiled as he eyed her up and down across the table.

  “Taryn you need stop playing, and be my girlfriend.”

  “I will when you’re ready for me. But right now you aren’t ready.”

  “What you mean when I’m ready? I am ready!” Jeremiah leaned forward so th
eir faces were only inches apart.

  “Jeremiah, I’m a real woman. I’m nothing like what you’re used to. Being my man is going to take a lot more than looking good.” Jeremiah laughed at her. She watched as he took in the things she said as if they were a joke. The more he laughed, the more annoyed she got. She saw nothing funny about what she’d said. Taryn sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes.

  “I don’t understand how you can sit here and tell me what I’m used to. You don’t even know me for real T.” She was really annoyed now. They’d been spending practically all of their free time together since she’d first given him her number at school. To make matters worse, he’d called her T; only Demoto called her that. She couldn’t count how many hours they’d spent on the phone talking and sharing personal things, and he had the nerve to say she didn’t know him. She was pissed!

  “Well since I don’t know you, why would you want me to be your girlfriend? I know I wouldn’t want to be with a person who had no clue who I really was.” She watched his face turn serious, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her. Following his eyes behind her head, she saw the red head girl that had tried to keep Jacko’s money.

  “You want me to get you some more coke, Taryn?” Jeremiah asked. Taryn was about to say no, but he was already out of his seat and headed for the drink machine. She watched him for a moment in disbelief until she saw the red head walk up to the same machine, pretending to get some soda as well. Taryn figured it was something fishy going on, so she retrieved her compact mirror from her purse and used it to look behind her. If Jeremiah saw her staring at him, then whatever he was about to do with this girl, he wouldn’t. She could tell by his body language and hand movement he was fussing. The girl wore a sad expression as she left the restaurant. Taryn replaced her mirror quickly and grabbed her phone. When he walked up, she was on Instagram. The moment he sat down, his forehead was filled with stress lines and he complained of a headache.

  “We can get ready to go if you want, I’m full now anyway.” After grabbing her purse, Taryn stood and waited for him to pay. Taryn read silently on her phone as they rode back to Kia’s house.

  “You like working at Foot Locker?” Jeremiah asked her out of nowhere.

  “Yeah it’s cool. It’s enough to pay my little bills.”

  “You work off commission, right?”

  “Yeah, and I get minimum wage, why?” Taryn was confused as to why her job and her money was any of his concern.

  “I was just wondering why somebody as pretty as you would be wasting your time there, when you could be making more money somewhere else.” This caught her attention. She could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully

  “You ever thought about dancing?” Taryn scrunched her face up in confusion.

  “You mean stripping?”

  “Yeah if that’s what you want to call it.” She shook her head in disbelief.

  “You should. My little sister does it on the weekends to help pay for school. She be racked up! It’s nothing for her to make six bands in two days.” Taryn was shocked. She knew strippers made money, but she didn’t think it was that much. Taryn listened to Jeremiah go on for a little while longer before he was pulling into Kia’s driveway. What he was saying sounded good, but the part she didn’t get was why he was telling her. He had just asked her to be his girlfriend, now he wanted her to strip for other men? Something wasn’t right about that. She thanked him for lunch as she closed his truck door. She was halfway to her car when he yelled through the window at her.

  “Think about what I said.” Taryn knew he was talking about her stripping. She waved at him dismissively and got into her car. She wished Kia was home from work so she could tell her about Jeremiah’s interesting proposition, but she didn’t get off for another hour.

  Jeremiah sped down the interstate heading home. He hoped Taryn thought about what he was saying and decided to do it. He liked Taryn, but he loved money. He and the owner of the Luxx lounge were business partners and every girl he brought to the club, he’d get paid for it. He hadn’t wanted to turn Taryn out like that, but she seemed like she could handle it. Besides, she wasn’t trying to give him any play. In the beginning he thought she was too sheltered to expose herself to the nightlife, but as he got to know her, he realized she was just as ready as any other female. Being in a relationship with Taryn seemed to have its perks, but he wasn’t feeling that with her anymore. She was still playing the good girl role while he had other women busting it open on call. Taryn was cool, but that was it.

  *****

  Taryn had just gotten back to the shelter when her phone vibrated with a text. It was Janay checking to see if she was in her room, because she was about to come by. Not even five minutes later, she heard a knock on her door. They talked about everything, eventually landing on her apartment search. Talking about her new apartment with Janay had her extremely excited. It was only when she thought about not having enough money for it that her mood changed. She’d been saving all of her checks from work, but it still wasn’t enough. Her account held enough for a deposit and rent, but definitely not enough for a house full of furniture. She explained her situation to Janay.

  “Just keep saving, we’ll find something in your budget,” Janay smiled as she prepared to leave. “Taryn, do you have a boyfriend?”

  “Janay, where did that come from?” she smiled. “I was just asking because I’ve wanted to introduce you to my brother n law for a little while now, but I wasn’t sure if you were single.”

  “I don’t know about that Janay. I kind of have feelings for somebody else already.” Janay looked a little upset. “Dang! Y’all would make a cute couple, but I understand. If you and your friend don’t work out, let me know!” With that, she left. Taryn thought about it for a second, and she didn’t know why she’d said that. She wasn’t in a relationship with Jeremiah and although he was sweet, she didn’t have any serious feelings for him. The one person she really did care about, she couldn’t have. There was something about Demoto Youngblood that she just couldn’t shake.

  After talking to Janay, her mind was doing numbers. It was time for her to get her own place. She hadn’t had anything to call her own her entire life. She visualized how she would decorate everything using ideas from Pinterest. The thought of having her own little home made her happy. She would never need anyone for anything else; anything she needed, she could handle on her own. Only thing holding her back was money. She had some saved on top of the money Mr. Buck had put up for her, but that was for school. She wouldn’t use that unless she had no other choice, and right now she did. How hard could dancing really be? She was beyond confident in her body, unless Demoto was around. He unnerved her completely. He looked at her with need and desire, almost like he wanted to eat her. When he touched her, her whole body shivered. When they’d had sex he was so patient, not to mention skilled. Just then, the all too familiar tingly feeling in her stomach came. For the last couple of days whenever she would think about them having sex, she got it. It would run through her stomach, making her panties wet. She squeezed her legs together to suppress the urge to feel Demoto inside her, but it didn’t work. Taryn noticed that by doing this, it only intensified the feeling. Damn, if this how dick make you feel, I should have been getting it! Taryn leaned over the bed and grabbed her phone to text him.

  Taryn: Dang it’s like that?

  Demoto: like what?

  Taryn: You get my goods and I don’t hear from you no more

  Demoto: Nah that’s my fault babygirl, I wanted to text you

  Taryn: Why didn’t you? I miss you friend…

  Demoto: …friend?...nah we more than that! I’m out of town, I miss you too

  Taryn: oh I didn’t know that, for how long?

  Demoto: Two months, you gon’ wait on me?

  She was unable to respond back for a second due to smiling so hard. Her smile was so big she felt it on the inside.

  Taryn: you know I am

  De
moto: Alright, I gotta go. I’ll call you later

  Taryn: I’ll be waiting

  Hearing from Demoto put her right back into her feelings. She had to get a grip on her feelings for him until she figured out what they were. It was obvious by his messages that they were more than friends, but they sure as hell weren’t lovers. Or are we? Taryn racked her brain for a few minutes longer before preparing herself for bed.

  *****

  The heat in the room mixed with the foul smell of urine had Demoto’s stomach turning. He had been trying to hold his breath, but he had started getting light headed. This was the last month of his training, and they were learning a quiet death tactic. He had two more weeks to go before he could go home, and he couldn’t wait. He had learned a number of different methods to torture and kill a person. He’d been trained to end a life no matter the time or place. From guns and knives to poison and his bare hands, he was a certified assassin. His instructor was extremely proud of him because he caught onto everything so quickly. The remaining two weeks were strictly passing tests. He would be placed in a series of situations to test his decision making and skill sets. In order to do your best, you had to be the best. His teacher told him every day there was more to being a killer than just ending a person’s life, and he was right. Anybody could end an existence, but it took a professional to know how and when. Killing was an art. You had to know pain limits, correct doses, time frames, everything it would take to execute with no mishaps.

  “Mmmm, mmmm,” the man on the floor squirmed. He’d had the plastic bag on his head for almost a minute now, and he was about to pass out. He had pissed on himself the moment Demoto attacked him and placed the bag on him. Demoto watched him twist and turn with his hands behind his back, just before passing out. The instructor clapped for Demoto before having someone wake the man up. He had done all he was required to do for this session.