“This one particular female was in your class, and it wasn’t one week after graduation when the Commission reached out to her to do a job. And she did it fast and subtle. The Commission has had an eye on this girl for a while. They brought her in, sharpened her skill, and made her into a killing machine,” he revealed.
“Who is she?”
“She’s half Jamaican and half Japanese, tall, beautiful, with dark skin and dark eyes and quiet,” he described.
The way he continued to describe the girl, like he was infatuated by her, made Cristal extremely jealous. She thought, Why this bitch? But Cristal exactly knew who E.P. was talking about. She always stood out. Cristal had noticed her in training. It was the same girl she’d been fascinated with on the low. There definitely was something cunning about her.
“I’m not supposed to be giving out this information to you, but I like you, Cristal. There’s something special about you.”
She was flattered.
And he was drawn to her. “This assassin calls her crew ‘Killer Dolls,’ and her specialty weapon is a dagger. They’ve already made two major headlines with their kills: one in Europe and the second in D.C.”
Cristal screwed up her face. “They’re traveling around the world like that? While we sit on our asses and wait, and then we kill a friend, get paid peanuts for it? And this bitch is international?”
“It’s not me, Cristal. It’s the Commission. They run things, and I shouldn’t be telling you this shit,” he said.
“Then why are you?”
“Because I really like you,” he admitted.
E.P. stood up, towering over the young beauty in his expensive attire. The two locked eyes with a moment of silence between them. The attraction was mutual. E.P. stepped toward her and took her hand into his. He was ready to disrobe her and witness her goodies. Her touch alone made him lust for her.
“What is it that you want from me?” Cristal asked.
“I came to see you. I missed you, Cristal. I want you, and I want you now,” he confessed with his attention fixed on her.
Cristal didn’t know what to say. She was flattered, and the attraction was there, but Cristal felt her heart might be elsewhere—like with Hugo. Although they’d just met, there was something magnetic about him that appealed to her more.
E.P. leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. They kissed, while his hands tugged at the knot on her robe, trying to loosen it. She didn’t resist or fight. She allowed him to reveal her glory underneath.
“You are truly beautiful,” E.P. said.
“Thank you.”
“I missed you,” he stated wholeheartedly with a strong grin.
She really hadn’t missed him like that, but she was too afraid to admit it to him. He had power and influence, and being the smart, savvy woman she was, she felt it was wise to use him to get what she wanted, and if that meant giving him some pussy once in a while to come-up, then she was ready to do so.
They kissed fervently again. E.P. locked her in his arms, holding her dearly. It was hard to believe that she had a man like E.P. open like the freeway at three in the morning. He was falling for her. As they kissed, E.P. unfastened his pants hurriedly and pulled out his throbbing black tool. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her again. He dropped his slacks and his big dick was so hard, it probably could break stone.
He pushed the butt-naked Cristal toward the couch and had her curved over with her ass in the air and her legs spread. E.P. couldn’t wait to feel her wetness. He grabbed her naked hips and situated himself behind her. Cristal gripped the cushion and waited for his entry.
“You got a condom?” she asked.
E.P. removed a Magnum condom from his pants pocket on the floor. He swiftly tore it open and rolled the latex back on his big, black and hard dick. Once it was fitted snugly, he slammed his firm erection so deep into Cristal, she moaned loudly and her eyes widened. It had been a while since she’d had sex.
“Ooooh shit!” she cried out.
“I missed you, baby,” he uttered, feeling her glorious insides overwhelm him with unadulterated bliss. Her juices started to leak and her walls contracted around his girth. E.P. fucked her from the back like a porn star. Her tits flapped back and forth, and her grip on the sofa intensified as she felt his dick tunneling in and out of her. She felt every inch of him. He gripped the back of her slim neck and pounded and pounded into her so hard, he almost flipped her over the couch.
Her pussy was so good, E.P. looked like he was about to have a seizure. He positioned Cristal on the carpeted floor and buried himself deep between her thighs in the missionary position, and as his dick dove in and out of her, he sucked on her sugary nipples and cupped her breasts. Cristal had her legs cocked back and closed her eyes, moaning from the great fuck she was receiving.
They used her entire condo as a sex haven, fucking on the couch, on the table, the kitchen, up against the wall with her legs straddled around him, and then taking their action into the bedroom. E.P.’s stamina was phenomenal. It was going on over an hour and still he fucked her like a young teenage lover. His erection kept on going, and going, and going. With her hair in disarray and sweat glistening on both their bodies, Cristal rode his big dick like a jockey leading a thoroughbred race horse to the finish line. She felt her orgasm brewing like a pipe ready to burst open.
“I’m gonna cum!” she cried out.
Up and down, back and forth on his energetic dick, her pussy throbbing profoundly with her hands pressed against his strapping chest and rippling abs as he smacked and grasped her phat ass with his strong hands. They both were driving themselves into utter delight, and after an hour of fucking, Cristal couldn’t hold it in anymore and she exploded like an eruption all over that big dick. E.P. came right after, shooting so much sperm into the condom that it felt like it had broken through the shield and slipped some of his babies into her.
Cristal collapsed against his chiseled physique, still blowing hard from the forceful fuck. E.P. held her in his arms and he didn’t want to let her go.
What was that? Cristal asked herself. Was he back in her life for good, or was this a one-time thing? With E.P., everything was a risk. But Cristal was ready to take that risk in order to secure a future for herself with the Commission. She wanted to become a killing machine also. She wanted to become number one in the organization, and that was going to mean taking risks.
Fuck it; if E.P. wanted some pussy, it was his. She would use her sexuality to benefit her. But there was one problem—as she was in the arms of E.P., she was thinking about Hugo.
Twenty-Four
Cristal walked into the four-star restaurant Le Bernardin on 51st Street clad in a sexy black J. Mendel dress and a pair of Gianvito Rossi silver pumps that made heads turn.
When they walked into the restaurant, men and women gazed at such a stunning beauty as if she were a celebrity entering the four-star restaurant. With Hugo by her side, dressed handsomely in a gray Dolce & Gabbana three-piece suit, his pricey Rolex showing, he was the quintessence of suave. They looked like a high-profile celebrity couple.
Hugo pulled out Cristal’s chair and allowed her to be seated first. When the two were situated at the decorated table, their waitress came by to take their orders with a warm smile.
Le Bernardin had the freshest seafood in the city. It was prepared using simple techniques to highlight the fish’s best qualities. Broken down into “Almost Raw,” “Barely Touched,” and “Lightly Cooked,” the menu reflected the preparations of the fish, and a plate ranged anywhere from ninety-three to three hundred dollars with wine pairings.
The place was lovely. Cristal remembered her etiquette and table-manners classes on the Farm and put what she had learned to use in the restaurant. Hugo was impressed. He smiled and said, “I see your mother taught you well.”
“My mother didn’t teach me anything,” she shot back.
“Damn, didn’t mean to offend you,” Hugo apologized.
“I’m not offended. But it was my grandmother who taught me, and pretty much raised me, and who always looked out for me,” she said.
“I respect her for that.”
“I do too,” she said.
The waitress walked over with the wine menu that Hugo requested. He was a big wine drinker and loved the best, even if it cost. He picked out the Altesino Brunello Di Montalcino. It was expensive, six hundred for the bottle. He told the waitress to place it on the table. She did. Money wasn’t an issue.
Cristal was impressed.
The waitress poured some of the red wine into his goblet and he took a sip, savoring the taste of it in his mouth, like he was some sort of wine connoisseur. Cristal smiled. What was he doing? It smelled floral, cherry, and woodsy aromas and flavors. He swallowed and smiled.
“Now this is good wine,” Hugo uttered. “You need to try some.”
The waitress poured Cristal half a glass and she downed it straightforwardly. It was good. She poured her another half glass. Cristal took her time drinking this one.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Sweet and silky. Distinctive and delicious, my kind of wine.”
Once again, Hugo had her intrigued by another one of his many qualities.
“Where did you learn to love wine so much?” she asked.
“My mother, she has a love of wine. She used to drink it when she was able to afford it. And when I briefly lived in Atlanta, I took a wine-tasting class.”
“They have a class for that?”
“They do, and it was interesting.”
“So did you ever go to college?”
“Briefly. I dropped out my sophomore year,” he said.
“Why?”
“Things got complicated. My mother became ill, I needed to make money, and when I came back to Brooklyn, I hit the block hustling for a friend. He said he was doing me a favor, but I felt like it was the other way around. He was the brute while I was the brains in his crew,” Hugo said.
“And let me guess, you worked hard and took over the operation from him.”
“Something like that. Me and a friend of mines just blew his brains out when he didn’t see it coming,” he admitted.
“You serious?”
He smiled.
“Hey, it was either me or him. The one thing I’ve learned about this business is there’s no such thing as friends, only business partners and who they fear the most. See, they thought I was weak because I was smart, grew up different, and went to college. They underestimated me and it cost them dearly,” Hugo said in a low tone, for Cristal’s ears only.
“You are a very impressive and intriguing man,” said Cristal.
“I’ve heard that about me a few times.”
“And this empire you run, how much is it worth?”
“You know, you ask a lot of questions to be someone that I just met. I mean, this question-and-answer session should be a two-way thing. I would like to know some things about you.”
“What is there to know? I’m not as interesting as you. I grew up poor and rough, ran with a crew that didn’t take shit from anyone. I learned how to survive, and my grandmother took care of me. I sold drugs, fought bitches, stole things, and had my share of run-ins with the law. My mother was hardly in my life. I’m not a virgin.”
Hugo laughed. “I kind of figured that.”
“Oh really, and why’s that?” Cristal asked him with a raised brow.
“Because, no offense, but you do look experienced.”
“Experienced?”
“I’m not calling you a ho.”
“Then what are you calling me?”
“A beautiful and lovely woman that I really want to be with.”
“Uh-huh, climb your way out of the fire to keep from getting burned, that’s how you do, huh?”
“I don’t expect to get burned. Ever,” Hugo replied.
Cristal smiled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“My mother always told me, the sharper your knife, the less you cry.”
“What?”
“It was my mother’s saying. She’s a smart woman.”
“And the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” Cristal said.
“I take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
“You like me, don’t you? I know you do,” Hugo said out of the blue.
“And why would you say that?”
“Because I know women, and I can see it in your eyes. You find me attractive, don’t you?”
“Well, aren’t you cocky and narcissistic?”
“I always say that you can tell how a person is feeling about you through their eyes, and right now, your eyes are smiling at me. But I remember when we first met, and they were so cold and reserved.”
Cristal took a sip of wine.
“Things can change.”
“And what changed them?” he asked.
“You ask too many questions.”
“I just don’t like to be in the dark,” Hugo replied.
“Me neither.”
He was telling the truth about her. She really liked him. Their chemistry was mind-blowing. She was actually enjoying Hugo’s company and conversation. Hugo exposed his dark side as a drug dealer, but he also said that he didn’t want to sell drugs forever. He had dreams of running his own legitimate company and having a family of his own. He wanted kids. He wanted a future and he didn’t want to see twenty-five to life behind prison walls. He had goals for himself, and Cristal couldn’t help but respect and admire his ambitions.
Cristal went on to tell him more about her life, but she left out the critical details about being a hired assassin for a secret organization. They talked while feasting on the lightly cooked fish and wine. It was turning out to be such a wonderful evening that Cristal wanted to freeze time.
The two spent over two hours in Le Bernardin. They had dessert, drank more wine, and talked about everything under the sun, from music to the streets. They had so much in common it was scary.
Cristal walked out of the restaurant with a smile on her face. The date went so well she didn’t want to leave Hugo’s side. There was a tune of contentment enveloping her, and a breath of fresh air fulfilling her. Not even E.P. made her smile and laugh as much as Hugo had in one night. Hugo dazzled her, captivated her, and had her undivided attention—she felt like she had known him forever. Cristal couldn’t help but imagine what other pleasantries and surprises he might be about to pull out of his sleeve.
Hugo opened the passenger door of his Bentley for Cristal to slide inside and plant her firm ass against his expensive leather seats. They drove around the city for a long while, talking and taking in Times Square then parking on the West Side of Manhattan gazing at the Hudson and New Jersey shoreline. Cristal felt attached to him. It was a crisp fall night, but inside Hugo’s heated Bentley, things were just about to get started.
Cristal couldn’t resist the attraction and urge anymore. She leaned toward him and kissed him, pressing her full lips against his and slipping her tongue into his mouth, as he did the same. They excitedly locked onto each other in the front seat of the silver Bentley like teenagers. Cristal all of a sudden found herself pulling up her black dress and getting a little too comfortable with Hugo so unexpectedly.
Hugo hurriedly removed his suit jacket, tossing it into the backseat along with the matching vest as Cristal snatched open his trousers and mounted him in the driver’s seat, feeling his throbbing, hard erection between her legs. Things went from zero to sixty as they explored each other’s bodies, capitalizing off of each second of sensual pleasure. They kissed for what seemed like hours in the driver’s seat.
Hug
o kissed and licked her neck, finding her hot spot and making her moan in pleasure. He then cupped her breasts in front of him, licked her ears, and whispered the sorts of naughty things he wanted to do to her. Cristal liked what he was saying to her. He was a freak. She was ready to do whatever. She responded by spreading her legs across his lap, his manhood exposed and rising like a flagpole as she ground her body in his. Her hands roamed freely over his chest, caressing him and unbuttoning his shirt.
Hugo’s body matched E.P.’s; they both had strapping smooth chests and washboard abs. Hugo’s defined, muscular arms wrapped around her like tight clothing. “You’re beautiful,” he said to her once again.
“And you are fine,” she returned.
Cristal was more perfect than he ever imagined. Her beautiful breasts were round and full and capped off by the most delicious, dark and suckable nipples he’d ever seen in his entire life. Her curved figured seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. And her big, round ass was what made women envious and men weak with lust.
While they kissed passionately, Hugo reached beneath her soft, brown thighs and inserted his finger into her hole. He could feel her slippery, wet juices flowing freely. Cristal responded with more moaning in his ear, grinding her pussy against his penetrating finger inside of her. Hugo gently rubbed the tip of his finger over her exposed and hardened clit and saw her body respond to his touch. He toyed with her moist inside and tender clit.
“I wanna fuck you so badly,” he passionately revealed to her.
“You do, huh?”
“Hells yeah.”
Hugo was so hard it felt like he was going to detonate like a grenade between her legs. But they both delayed the sexual intercourse. The foreplay ensuing in the hundred-and-seventy-thousand-dollar car was much more exhilarating. Cristal liked him so much that she was ready to do him a favor and please him to the fullest. Her pussy throbbed as he pinched her nipples gently.
“I wanna fuck you,” he growled with lust dripping from his tone.
Cristal smiled. She wanted the same thing. Her pussy pulsed like electricity was flowing through it.
“You got condoms on you?” she asked, always ready to practice safe sex, but when Hugo shook his head no, Cristal was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She wanted to feel every inch of his big, hard and sexy black dick buried deep inside of her, but without any protection, it seemed like her sexual bubble had burst and she was going to be left high and dry and horny as hell.
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