Brooke Vee giggled. “Now I’m sexy, huh? You were so dang quiet when you picked me up the other day and took me home.”
“Just had a bunch of things on my mind,” Trevon replied.
“Hmm. Well, how about you swing by my place for a minute? My little one is with my mom. Maybe this time we can get better acquainted.”
Trevon wasn’t looking forward to spending the evening alone. Jurnee was still tripping over the gun issue and wasn’t speaking to Trevon. “Gimme thirty minutes and I’ll be there.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll see ya’ when you get here.”
***
Brooke Vee answered the door with a wide smile on her face.
“Sorry I’m late,” Trevon said as Brooke Vee pulled him inside.
She gawked at Trevon, tripping off his handsome looks and muscular build. Everything about Trevon was entrancing to her. His smile, the cleanness and sharp edges of his mustache and goatee, and his all white linen outfit. It all stirred her senses. “Boy, you look so much like Tyrese!”
“You told me that before,” Trevon said, taking his shades off. His eyes roamed over Brooke Vee’s voluptuous frame, starting at her breasts. She wore a green clingy sundress that molded all of her curves.
“I um, heard your interview the other night. I think you handled the pressure from that hating ass girl, well.”
Trevon shrugged as he followed Brooke Vee to the living room. It was impossible for him to remove his gaze from her juicy ass. Being in his line of business, he already knew her alluring measurements. Barefooted, she stood at 5-feet 6-inches and 154 pounds. Her measurements were 34DD-28-42.
In the expansive living room, the two took a seat on a peach leather sofa.
Brooke Vee tossed little hints toward Trevon by brushing her breasts against his arm. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Nah. I’m good.”
She settled next to him with her thick legs crossed. She would let Trevon steer the path of their actions tonight. “So um, how do you feel about your next film with Chelsea?”
“Just ready to get it done and over with. The boss said it’s a must that I do an interracial film.”
“I hope she don’t turn your ass out.” Brooke Vee laughed. “Them white girls be putting it down on y’all brothers just to have y’all turn on the sistahs.”
“I doubt that.” He grinned, taking notice of her strong cocoa butter scented skin.
“Okay, enough about her. How are things with you and Kandi? I don’t wanna step on her shoes.”
“It’s just business between us.”
“And none of this was planned? Like, y’all two got the porn biz buzzing with all types of gossip. I heard about the big spike in your DVD sales.”
Trevon shook his head. “Nah, it wasn’t a publicity stunt. But I can see how you and others might view it as being one.”
“Are you seeing anyone now?”
“Nah. I think I need to focus more on my career from here on out.”
Brooke Vee nodded. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
She cleared her throat. “That shit that went down last year between you and Swagga. Did D-Hot’s name ever come up?”
Trevon looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Not that I can recall. Why? What’s up?”
“Well FYI. I’ve been fucking with D-Hot since last summer. I met him at a video shoot for one of Swagga’s videos. Anyway, you know how some niggas lips get loose when they fall up in some tight pussy. And one day he told me something.”
“D-Hot was Swagga’s producer, right?”
“Yeah. But do you know why they are beefing on the low?”
Trevon told Brooke Vee he had no idea of any beef between D-Hot and Swagga. In truth, he saw no concern in it. Brooke Vee went on to tell him what D-Hot had shared with her one night.
“I’m not in love with D-Hot, so don’t get it twisted. But I’m not gonna allow no nigga to be in my bed and on the phone with another girl. Anyway, I got upset and asked him who the hell he was talking to. Can you believe it was Kandi?”
“And when was this?”
“Right around the time I first met him. Like mid-August. I was sorta jealous but I didn’t press the issue. He told me he was just in touch with her to see if she wanted to be in Swagga’s video. I knew that was a damn lie because everybody knew how Kandi wasn’t fucking with Swagga.”
“Because he cheated on her with that white urban model. Um, what’s her name?”
“Cindy aka Deja Pink. So I knew he told me a lie. But like I said, I didn’t make a big deal about it. This was also the time when you got hired at Amatory and came into the picture. Well, D-Hot never stopped his little talks with Kandi.”
“Why you say that?”
“He left his phone over here one night, and I found a bunch of text messages between him and Kandi. And it was a helluva lot more than texts for a damn video.”
Trevon shifted on the sofa. “So whatcha saying? D-Hot was fucking Kandi while she was with me?”
“I won’t go that far. But listen to this. That night Swagga was arrested at the airport. Guess who called the police and tipped them off?”
“D-Hot?”
Brooke Vee nodded. “I was down at D-Hot’s crib that night. He has a big ass crib on Sugarloaf Key. Anyway, he was acting all weird and told me to stay in the bedroom because he was expecting company. Of course, I assumed it was another bitch, so I snuck out when I heard D-Hot talking.”
“But it was Swagga?” Trevon guessed.
“Yep. And I heard it all. How D-Hot tricked Swagga into wiring a ton of money to his account.”
Trevon took a few seconds to think about what Brooke Vee was telling him. He knew some of her words were true. But what worried him was the link between Kandi and D-Hot. “So you’re saying D-Hot tried to steal Swagga’s money. And then he snitched Swagga out to the police that he would be at the airport?”
“I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears. I still don’t know why he was in touch with Kandi so hard. When I asked him about it a second time, he got upset so I fell back.”
“Does D-Hot know you know about him snitching on Swagga?”
She grinned. “Nope. And I don’t think Swagga knows either.”
“And why are you telling me?” he asked curiously.
Brooke Vee sighed. “Because I feel sorry for you,” she replied timorously, averting her eyes down. “And plus, I think Kandi hasn’t been fully honest with you. Again, I don’t know what she had going on with D-Hot, but something was up.”
Trevon took a deep breath.
Brooke Vee glanced at her watch and then she stood.
“I know this visit isn’t what you expected,” she said. “But I felt you needed to know what was going on behind your back.”
Trevon reached for her hand. “Thanks. But I didn’t come here to talk about Kandi or D-Hot.”
She smiled as he pulled her down to his lap. “Are you gonna tell me why you came?”
Trevon slid his hand up her smooth thigh when she was seated across his legs. Brooke Vee circled her arms around his neck as his hand inched under the hem of her sundress. She uttered a soft moan when Trevon’s tongue traveled up the soft path of her cleavage. Their passion for each other peaked when Trevon discovered she didn’t have any panties on. He palmed her pillow soft ass, practically molding it with his fingers. He reasoned his actions with Brooke Vee would prove to himself that he was over the hurt from LaToria. He wanted sex with no emotions. Sex with no strings attached.
Brooke Vee positioned herself with her knees astride his lap, facing him. Lust was clear on her face as she pulled the sundress up over her head. Her fake titties popped freely in Trevon’s face. She fed him her left nipple with his hands glued to her wide hips and phat ass. Her pussy throbbed from his tender touch.
Trevon sucked lightly on her cocoa butter scented nipple as his dick pushed up against his linen pants. Her body was ne
w to him, and it excited him. She quickly ended the one-side foreplay by moving off his lap. Tugging at his belt, she licked up and down his neck, wanting badly to free his monster.
“I’ve been wanting this dick since I first met you,” she breathlessly moaned against his ear. “I just wanna fuck, baby. Can you break me off?”
Trevon removed all of his clothes, including his silk socks. Showing his strength, he scooped her in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. Brooke Vee turned the light on with her pussy dripping. She began her pleasure with Trevon by asking him to stand while she sat on the bed.
“I want to taste this,” she said in a soft, sensuous moan. Leaving her eyes open, she slowly massaged his thick ebony shaft with both hands.
Trevon eased his dick inside her mouth. “Ohhhh,” he groaned as her lips circled his flesh. The warmth and wetness of her mouth sent a chill up his spine.
Brooke Vee went to work. Sucking his dick as if the film crew was watching. In and out, his penis filled her wet mouth. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.” Back and forth, she swallowed his turgid flesh. Brooke Vee salivated, slurped, licked and nibbled on Trevon’s dick from the tip to his balls. She couldn’t believe how subjugated her mind and body became for Trevon. In her view, she realized she was living a reality of a fantasy by thousands of woman. While others would only watch Trevon in action, she had him in the flesh. She topped him off with her mouth for nearly eight minutes. His dick was slick and shiny from her slobber.
“Grab one of the condoms, baby,” Brooke Vee said with the blunt head of his dick pressed against her cheek.
Trevon figured he would eventually fuck Brooke Vee on film. Being with her now was on a personal level as well as pleasure. When she positioned herself on the bed doggy style, he had to pause and admire her back shot. Like 90% of the women in porn, her pussy was bald. Staying on his feet, he tore the gold package open, and then rolled the condom down his throbbing shaft. Brooke Vee wiggled her hips while looking back at her jiggling ass.
“Don’t run from this dick,” Trevon teased as he slid his dick up and down the wet entrance of her pussy. He smacked both of her bouncy butt cheeks just to see them shake.
Brooke Vee’s mouth dropped when Trevon slowly filled her up from behind. “Ummm, fuck. Gimme all that dick!” she shouted. Balling up the sheets in her hands, she couldn’t contain her whimpers as his long dick choked her throbbing pussy. Her dangling titties swung beneath her as Trevon fucked her wet pussy with strong unrestrained strokes. Rocking back against his steady strokes she found a smooth rhythm that had his name pouring from her mouth.
Trevon rode her hard, hypnotized at the sight of her ass slapping back in his direction. The bed squeaked each time Trevon pushed balls deep inside of Brooke Vee. Closing his eyes, he fisted a hand in her hair with thoughts of Kandi forcing its way inside his head. Brooke Vee whimpered with the power behind his long-dicking strokes. Her sopping wet pussy welcomed Trevon’s penetration.
“Yess! Fuck meee!” she cried as his meat plunged in and out of her tunnel.
Trevon kept his pace up for several minutes before he slid back out of her.
Brooke Vee took control by telling Trevon to join her on the bed. With the lights still on there was nothing to hide from. Pushing Trevon to his back, Brooke Vee got up on his dick to ride it backward. The sex was intense and hard. Her ass clapped and bounced up and down as she rode him. Her passionate groans poured endlessly.
Trevon later had her legs up on his sweaty shoulders. She clung to his neck and back, moaning and simpering as he fucked the hell out of her. She accepted his entire length inside her, repeating his name over and over with his balls slapping against her ass.
“Ummm, ummmm, Trevon.” She licked his ear and then raked her fingernails up his back.
Trevon kept pounding at her tight wetness, beating her into the soft mattress. He was intoxicated off the sight of her big titties jerking beneath him. The sweet new scent of her pussy had him inhaling deeply.
Brooke Vee suddenly felt lightheaded. For a split second she forgot how to breathe. She arched her back off the sheets just as Trevon circled one of her nipples with his tongue. Her climax hit her in three waves back to back.
Trevon’s ego was growing by the moment. He continued to fuck Brooke Vee as she came around his dick. Showing no emotions toward her, he turned her on her stomach and then pushed back inside her. Brooke Vee bit the pillow to muffle her moans as Trevon filled her pussy once again. Trevon kept his composure in check when he pounded Brooke Vee to a second climax.
Later in the shower, she slathered his dick with flat licks and noisy slurps until he released his seed on her lips, chin, and titties. Like a true porn star, she rubbed his warm cum all over her breasts and nipples while purring and licking his dick and balls.
CHAPTER
Twenty
Somebody Gots To Die!
A low, dark gray cloud reflected off the glossy black hood of an idling Rolls-Royce Phantom Coupe. D-Hot sat behind the brown leather-wrapped steering wheel leaning against the plush armrest. Picking up his cell phone, he saw it was eight minutes past 9 pm. Sitting up, he looked up and down the dimly lit street. A block away, he spotted two crack heads shambling across the street. Behind him, a few yards away was one of his Toyota Land Cruisers with two of his boys inside. Time was an issue tonight.
D-Hot knew his high-priced coupe would look suspicious in such a shabby neighborhood. It wouldn’t matter if he was black or white if the po-po rolled up. The Rolls-Royce would get stopped and searched even if Tyler Perry was driving. D-Hot was clean. It was the Land Cruiser that had him stressed. Sighing, he leaned back against the headrest, wrapping a grip on the black polymer framed .45-caliber five-shot revolver, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it tonight in the streets of Carol City.
“Niggas better hurry the hell up!” he grumbled just as the first sheets of rain speckled the windshield. He closed his eyes and then hummed a new beat he was working on. The rain suddenly broke, pelting the fixed roof of the Phantom Coupe. D-Hot jerked up and then glanced at his cell phone again. Only three minutes had slid by, testing his patience. He rubbed his face, yawning and scratching his beard. Just as he settled back in the seat, a pair of headlights grew in the driver’s side mirror. He paid little interest to the vehicle, but was able to determine the make, color, and model as it drove past under the pouring rain. D-Hot watched the taillights of the green Dodge Challenger fade out of his view. He was so busy looking ahead that he didn’t notice the candy purple Dodge Ram pickup creeping behind the Land Cruiser. His cell phone rang.
“Where the hell you at, bruh?” D-Hot said without raising his voice.
“Y’all niggas sleepin’.” Art laughed. “I’m right behind your SUV.”
“What the—” D-Hot was made a believer when Art flashed his lights on and off.
“Yo, there’s an unlocked warehouse not too far from here. Follow me ‘cause it’s too open out here,” Art explained.
“Alright, man. Whatever—just hurry up so I can get this shit off me.”
Six minutes later, D-Hot stood at the back of the Land Cruiser with Art and Veto at his sides. “Y’all better be happy with these, and yes, I got two of ‘em.” D-Hot pulled the towel off the two brand new assault rifles and then handed one to Art. “It’s a—”
“I know what the fuck it is!” Art retorted as he tested the weight and balance of the Smith and Wesson M&P15 M4 tactical rifle.
“Well, these babies had a lil’ operation,” D-Hot told them.
Art looked at D-Hot. “You sayin’ these motherfucka’s are fullies?”
“All the way,” D-Hot answered as Veto picked up the second illegally converted M4 fully automatic rifle.
“You got ammo?” Art asked.
D-Hot leaned into the back of the SUV and pulled out a large backpack. “Here’s four 30-round clips and a 120 rounds. If y’all need more than this then y’all fucked up big.”
“We gonna handle our end! Just make sure
you handle yours,” Art stated.
“We need to get on the road, my nig,” Veto said, shouldering the backpack.
“Nashlly call you yet?” D-Hot asked Art.
“Yeah. They all still at the studio. Trust me . . . shit goin’ down today.”
“You mean tonight,” D-Hot corrected him as he closed the liftgate.
“Let’s be out, Veto,” Art said, glaring at D-Hot before he hurried back to the pickup.
Art sped off, leaving D-Hot and his Do-Boys behind.
“You ready to do this?” Veto asked from the passenger seat, loading the clips.
Art was silent for a moment. “Sumthin’ ain’t right.”
“Speak your mind, my nig,” Veto said, loading another brass round into the clip.
“Check it, right,” Art said with one hand on the wheel. “Jamilah wants Swagga out of the picture so she can collect some life insurance, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Veto nodded.
“An’ D-Hot is payin’ us, what? Twenty thou’ a piece, right?”
“That sounds ‘bout right, my nig,” Veto replied as Art switched lanes to hit a ramp for I-95 North. “So, what ain’t right?”
Art’s expression was hidden inside the dark interior. “Bruh, you know that big ass dookie green diamond chain that D-Hot got?”
“Yeah. It um, got that Bigg Dog logo piece on it. What about it?”
Art shook his head as he picked up his speed. “Bruh, I found that nigga’s chain in Jamilah’s bedroom back on Monday.”
“Damn! How the fuck—”
“Ain’t say shit to ’er nor his ass.”
“Alright, so what’s up?” Veto asked after turning the police scanner on.
“We handle our biz, and then I’ll get some answers ‘bout this fuck shit going on behind my back.”
***
Fritz wouldn’t consider himself a voyeur since he found no pleasure in viewing others in the act of copulation. Lowering the range finder binoculars from his eyes, he tightened the black poncho over his head and then carefully adjusted his footing in the tree. The steady flow of rain wasn’t helping Fritz, but neither would it hinder him. With the binoculars back to his eyes, he read the self-illuminating LED display that told him he was 275 yards away from his target. Scanning the apartment complex, he spotted his target’s car 300 yards away, the distance of three football fields.
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