“Tell me how you want it,” he asked her, with his tongue slowly jetting in and out of her pussy.
“I like it just like that,” she assured him.
He continued to tongue and finger her fat pussy. Kelly loved the sensational feeling of his labor. Her head was spinning. She wasn’t planning on fucking Dante this fast, but he was soaking that pussy up real good with his tongue and when the pussy was soaking wet she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. It was getting too good to her. She was going to need his dick inside of her very shortly.
Dante rubbed on his thick dick as he sucked the juices that flowed from Kelly’s juicy pink pussy. He then picked Kelly up off of the floor and placed her back onto the bar stool. He stood in front of her rubbing his big, black shiny dick. He kissed Kelly deeply in her mouth, and then pulled her head back and pushed her head down toward his dick. He didn’t place it in her mouth. That was to be her decision. Kelly waited a few seconds. She looked back up at Dante, who was standing with a sincere look in his eyes. She then placed her hands around the shaft of his dick, then slowly slipped the head of his big dick into her waiting mouth.
“Yeah, Kelly, stroke that dick, baby, yeah, lick the hole wit’ ya pretty ass, yeah work that tongue, baby, I like the way you working that tongue, suck my dick,” Dante told her.
Kelly didn’t know how she did it, but she was able to get her mouth around Dante’s massive dick. She marveled at the size of his goodness as she licked his dick all over its head and used her hands to jerk the sides as she popped his dick in and out of her mouth. She loved the way he talked to her while she was sucking his dick.
“Ah, yeah, you suckin’ me right, ah, ooh, ah, yeah, rub my balls, aw shit, we can do this everyday,” Dante told her. She was getting him off.
Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him with his big dick stuck in her mouth.
“Yeah, look at me, ah yeah open your mouth,” he said.
Kelly opened her mouth wide as Dante pounded his heavy pole of flesh on her luscious tongue. He pulled out of her mouth—he didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to enjoy all of her. Kelly sexily bit her bottom lip. Dante began to tap his dick into her cheeks and her nose and then the tip of juicy lips before shoving his dick back into her wet mouth.
“I wanna get you in my bed. I need to lay your pretty ass out and give you the royal treatment. Something tells me, you deserve it,” Dante told her as he shoved his dick in and out of her oral moistness.
Kelly managed a smile, even with a big dick in her mouth. That’s right, nigga, I damn sure do deserve the royal treatment, that’s what the fuck is up, Kelly thought. In her mind she was indeed hood royalty.
Dante carried Kelly all the way upstairs to his bedroom.
Kelly never had a man carry her anywhere; she thought that shit only happened in the movies.
Before laying her down on the bed, he thought he would give her a treat. Dante stood in the middle of his bedroom. “Put your legs around me,” he said. He held her by her ass cheeks and spread them apart as he planted her on his pipe. Dante slid her up and down on his dick while he stood up. His hands slid up and gripped her shapely yellow hips as he bounced her thick ass up and down on his fat dick.
“Ah, yes, I love it all in my pussy like that,” Kelly admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you like that tight-ass pussy?” Kelly asked. She knew it was tight because she hadn’t fucked in a while.
“Yeah, you know I like it.” Dante began to sweat.
“Yeah, fuck that tight pussy,” Kelly demanded.
She loved his strength. He was extremely muscular and it seemed effortless for him to straddle her around his waist and glide her up and down.
Dante loved the way Kelly talked dirty to him. Most of the women he fucked were like mutes. Or they were too shy to say what they liked or what they wanted, but not Kelly. She was right up his alley.
After what seemed like an hour, Dante’s legs were getting a bit weak, so he laid Kelly out on his king-sized bed.
“This bed was made for you and me, you’re my queen,” Dante said as he climbed on top of her.
Dante placed his dick back into Kelly’s haven of what was becoming his little piece of heaven. He sank into her softness as they became one. He slid his dick in and out of her like a drill press.
“Damn, you got some sweet pussy, girl. Oh yeah, you got some real sweet, sweet, pussy. Daddy’s gon’ lick it again for you, okay? You down for that?”
“Yes,” she feverishly panted.
All Kelly could do was smile. She just couldn’t understand how this man, who she couldn’t stand, was now rocking her world while mentally seducing her. She loved a man who knew what to say to a woman. And he was most definitely oiling her rusty joints with pure sensual liquid.
Dante pulled his hot dick from out of her pleasure portal. He slid his caramel brown body down and stretched his long arms and ran his hands up the back of her thighs down to her calves as he buried his face in her love. He licked her pussy walls up and down and then found his way back to that magic button as he suckled her clit once more. Cum dripped from the head of his dick, signifying the enjoyment of his actions.
Kelly’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as he ate her pussy. He was no doubt the best lover she had ever had. She was cumming. “Aah, sssh, yes, aah, my pussy’s cummin’.”
“Yeah, cum all in my mouth.”
For the first time in her rebellious adult life, Kelly did as she was told by this officer of the law as a stream of liquid traveled from her pussy down Dante’s throat. He sucked her pussy dry and kissed the tip of her clit when he was done.
“Now it’s my turn. Turn over.”
Dante loved to do it doggie style. He rubbed his dick all over Kelly’s creamy soft ass cheeks before he entered her gently. He found his rhythm and he began to dig her pussy out. He grabbed her hair like a rein on a horse and rode her on home.
“Give me that,” he told her as he pulled her to him and poked his tongue in and out of her ear, while poking his dick all up in her. “Ah, yeah, Kelly, give me all a’ that,” he said as he pulled out and shot cum all over her ass cheeks.
“Mmm, I like that; that was real nice,” Kelly said, smiling as she climbed down from his bed. “You got a washcloth I can use?”
“Sure.”
Dante went to fill her request for a washcloth.
While he did so, Kelly looked around his bedroom. She noticed he was very neat for a man. She was used to niggas’ cribs having dirty clothes, half-eaten food, and all kinds of crazy shit thrown all around. She wondered if all police officers were this neat. Kelly walked over to his dresser. She always had a thing for dressers. As a young girl, every time she entered her mother’s bedroom, she would always check to see what she had on her dresser. She would play with her jewelry and spray her perfume on and pocket whatever loose change her mother left. Kelly’s eyes landed on a picture of Dante with a female. They both had on police uniforms. Hmm, I wonder who that is? she thought.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Dante said as he walked back in his bedroom with a washcloth and a towel.
“Oh, nah, I was just looking at your pictures.” Kelly walked back to the bed. She didn’t want Dante to think she had been snooping around in his shit. A lot of people kept personal items on their dressers, Kelly concluded.
“Ah, I see. So you’re wondering who that girl is in the picture with me?”
“No, I’m not. It ain’t none of my business who she is!”
“Then why are you reacting like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like that,” Dante teased her. He could tell that Kelly wanted to know who the female was in the picture, but if she said she didn’t want to know, then he wasn’t going to tell her.
“So,” Kelly said, waiting.
“So what?” Dante asked, playing dumb, knowing exactly what she was waiting for.
“Who is she?” Kelly asked.
She didn’t know why she wanted to know. After all, all she had planned to do with Dante was fuck him once or twice and be out. But after the treatment he had just given her, she didn’t know what she wanted out of him.
“That’s my partner, Deborah.”
“Cool. Y’all fuckin’?” Kelly asked dryly. She just wanted to know.
“No, Kelly, we’re not fuckin’”
“Oh, okay, cool.”
“Come here, you.”
Dante grabbed her and playfully threw her on his bed. He then hopped up on it as well.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he said to her, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Why do you say that?” Kelly asked.
Kelly couldn’t imagine how a street chick could be perfect for a police officer. The two really didn’t go together in her book. Now, if he meant that her pussy was perfect for him, then he was talking some good shit.
“I love everything about you. I mean, look at you—you’re fuckin’ beautiful. You try to act all tough on the outside, but I can tell that on the inside your heart is good. You only do what you’re doing because you think it’s cool. I mean, I’m sure you do it for financial means too, but you need to look inside yourself. I think you’re destined for great things, Kelly Morgan.”
Wow, Kelly thought. His words were a lot to take in. She wasn’t expecting Dante to get all emotional and philosophical with her. He had just served her up some bomb dick and all she wanted to do was chill. She really wanted to smoke a blunt, but she didn’t think that he would approve. Kelly wondered if this was one of the differences with police officers, because gauging by his conversation, they were definitely different intellectually than the guys she was used to dating. Not that she had dated many, but the ones that she had dated were street dudes and totally thugged all the way out.
Kelly never thought of herself being destined for greatness in anything but the drug game. She was just an around the way girl and wasn’t sure who Dante was looking at. And she wasn’t trying to get caught up in what he was saying. Yes, he had the best dick she ever had to date, but she didn’t want to get too wrapped up in this man. He wasn’t someone she could consider having a future with, so there was no need in her taking anything he said too seriously. Damn, why did he have to be a cop? He’s so perfect other than that, she thought.
“If you had something else that you were interested in, I bet you would pursue it, if you thought you had the opportunity. Am I right?”
“I don’t know, Dante. I never really gave it much thought.”
“Well, you need to think about it. Take your mind beyond your neighborhood. Step outside of your usual zone.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Ever thought of becoming a police officer?”
Kelly couldn’t help but laugh. Now I’m sitting right here. I ain’t see this nigga bump his head, but this nigga had to have bumped his head on something because he straight trippin’!
“Nah, for some reason, I don’t see that happening,” Kelly said softly. What she really wanted to say was, Muthafucka, you must be crazy! I would eat a pile of dog shit and drink some cat piss before I would become one of you stinkin’-ass pigs!
Chapter 6
Partners in Crime
Buddah had been laying low. Shit was all good just a week ago, now he had the police breathing fire like a crack torch down his back. He had just spoke to Kelly and told her to get her phat ass over to his place. They had to map out a plan. They had to move their work regardless of police presence. Money still had to be made.
Buddah got his nickname honestly. He somewhat resembled the religious statue. He was dark tan in color, a little pudgy with a bald head, but unlike the statue, Buddah had a handsome face. He was good people. He looked out for Kelly like crazy and would do just about anything for her. When Kelly first came to work for him she was a little rough around the edges. Her coming from Brooklyn and transitioning to the Bronx way of doing things took a minute. She had to be shown that she didn’t have to be so hard with everyone. She learned that softness worked better with the customers up there. After he showed her a few things about how he did things, opposed to how her brother did things, she became the most valuable asset on his team.
Kelly used the code knock so that Buddah would know that she was at the door. He immediately opened the door for her. Kelly stepped into his crib looking and smelling good. She had on an off-white long john, long-sleeve shirt with a pair of painted-on Baby Phat jeans. Her rust leather down vest with matching rust strap up knee high boots. Buddah watched her ass as she walked down the corridor of his apartment. Damn, I wanna hit that shit so bad! he thought.
“So what’s the deal, Buddah?” Kelly plopped herself down on his couch and removed her vest.
“Shit, we got problems,” Buddah said.
“We ain’t got no problems. We just have to work smarter and not harder.”
Buddah felt better just having her there. He knew that she would make him feel better. Buddah was very attracted to Kelly. She was a go-getter and she was fine-ass a bitch. He had tried to fuck with a couple of the chicks that he had working for him before, but it never worked out. He felt that Kelly would be different.
“Ever since they raided Spank, shit been fucked up,” Buddah complained. He had lost a lot of money from that raid. Now he couldn’t move like he needed to. His pockets were suffering, which meant Kelly’s pockets were about to suffer.
“Yo, shit is drying up. Niggas actin’ like they ain’t got no work.”
“Switch up the connec’,” Kelly told him. She grabbed the blunt out of the ashtray that he already had smoked off of and lit it.
“What you mean?”
“What you mean, what I mean? Get another connec’!”
“You know somebody?”
“Damn, Buddah, you don’t know nobody else that got coke in this big-ass city?”
“Nah, I’ve been fuckin’ wit’ the same niggas for the past few years. Yo, them niggas always stayed good, but now, since that shit wit’ Spank, they on some otha’ shit, like they ain’t got shit. Man, I know them niggas got some shit.”
Kelly watched as Buddah tried to put Humpty back together again. She was amazed that he only fucked with one connect. You never depend on one connect to get you what you need. She thought about it: She did have a cocaine connect out in Brooklyn that she could get at to see if they could straight. Kelly called Rayvon, her brother’s VP.
“Hey, Ray. This is Kells . . .”
Great, he was straight and he was going to be able to get them straight. So that solved that.
“All right, it’s handled. My nigga said he’d be through in about two hours. I didn’t want to say too much over the phone, but he knows what time it is,” Kelly assured Buddah.
“Damn, man, I’m tellin’ you, you ain’t nothing but that shit, ma!”
In Buddah’s eyes, Kelly had saved the day. Feeling the euphoria of the moment, he thought that now would be a good a time as any to try his hand. He sat next to Kelly on his couch and tried to kiss her. Kelly stopped him.
“Nah, Buddah.”
“Come on Kells, what you mean, nah.”
“I’m sayin’ nah. I mean, I know we play around a lot, but for real, yo, I don’t want you like that. Come on now, don’t fuck shit up between us.”
Buddah backed off instantly. If she said no, then it was no. He just couldn’t be that close to her and not try at all. He hoped that one day her nah would turn into a yes, and until then he would just keep hoping. Kelly knew what would put an end to his attempts.
“Ay, yo, what’s this I hear about you fuckin’ nasty, dirty-ass Dora!”
“What? Man, get out of here!”
That’s what his mouth said, but Kelly could tell by his facial expression that he had been fucking her. Which was all good to her since she just wanted to know.
“Uhm, sure.”
“She told you that crazy shit?”
“Nah, nigga, your face just told m
e everything. Ew, Buddah, you nasty! What would make you want to put your dick in that nasty bitch?” Kelly asked, as she laughed.
Buddah didn’t answer her; he couldn’t. He was embarrassed.
“Yo, that’s on you, Buddah. But for real, my nigga, you know you can do a lot better than that.”
“Man, she just a piece of pussy.”
“Yeah, well, I know one thing: You’ll never, ever have a chance of getting this pussy now that I know you fuckin’ and suckin’ that stinkin’-ass pussy!”
“Ah, shit, Kells, don’t fuckin’ play; you wasn’t givin’ me no pussy.”
“True, so true,” she said. She was just talking shit because she was high off of the haze that Buddah had in that blunt.
Buddah and Kelly heard the code knock and looked at one another. Spank was still locked up and Kelly was already there so it could only be one other person. Buddah went to his door and opened his apartment door for Chop.
“What’s good?” Chop asked.
“Waitin’ on Kells’s people from Brooklyn,” Buddah told him as they walked down the corridor to join Kelly in the living room.
“What’s good, Kelly?” Chop asked her, as he gave her dap.
“Chillin’,” she replied.
Chop put the money he had from his last run on the living room table. He began counting it out. Kelly watched as the stacks of bills piled up in front of her. Thoughts of Dante started running through her head. He wanted her to think about becoming a police officer. Police officers didn’t make the money that she was seeing piled up on that table.
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