“Y’all need to mind your own business!” She tried to sound stern, but she couldn’t.
“You going to Ahwowee, Miss Maria?”
“It’s Hawaii, Justice,” Maria corrected her. “And I guess I am. Wow . . . Hawaii.”
* * *
It was seven o’clock in the evening when Maria got back to Javier’s three-story home, and she went to work packing everything she needed. Javier had taken her shopping a few weeks prior and told her not to look at the price tags. She had gotten so many clothes and shoes, more than she’d ever had with Sir. Everything was going great. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Sir, and she had even blocked his number. There was no way for him to get in contact with her, and it was refreshing. Javier treated her like she was an actual person, not property, and that was something that she appreciated. He helped her throw Strawberry away and called her by her given name. He was kind to her and didn’t expect anything in return but her happiness. The two had grown close in a month and could talk about almost anything. If they didn’t have anything else, they had a solid friendship, and she was OK with that if that was all they would have. Still, she knew that soon, the wave would subside and she would have to go her own separate way, but in the meantime, she would enjoy the time they spent together.
Her bedroom in his home was the size of both of the bedrooms in her old apartment, combined. Her long walk-in closet was to die for, and she had never felt a carpet so soft on her feet. She even had her own connecting bathroom, and her room was the guest room. The bedroom set was a mahogany brown, and it went well with the pale yellow drapes over the window and the pale yellow comforter. Spewed on the bed were at least twenty outfits that Maria couldn’t choose between. Sighing, she flopped on her bed and looked at the white walls in the room. They were so empty without her family pictures there. Since she hadn’t spoken to her mother and sister in years, they were the only things she had left of them. The last Maria heard, they had moved to the other side of Tennessee and didn’t leave a forwarding address. Sadness threatened to take over her demeanor, but when she heard a knock on her door, she straightened up.
“Our flight leaves at eight in the morning,” Javier told her from the doorway. “I wanted to grab some food after you were done packing. That coo?”
“Yeah,” Maria told him, forcing a smile. “I’m still just tryin’a decide what I even want to take.”
“You all right?” Javier noticed a look in her eyes that he hadn’t seen since the first day he brought her home with him. “You still wanna go?”
“Yes!” Maria answered quickly, a little too quickly. “I’m just thinking about my family. The only thing I had left of my mom and my sister were the pictures I left at the apartment. And we both know I can’t go back and get them.”
She looked so devastated that Javier gravitated toward her. Sitting on the bed, he placed his arm gently around her shoulder, pulling her toward him.
“You ain’t never even tried to reach out to them?”
Maria shook her head. She wanted to tell Javier that she was ashamed to, but for some reason, she felt he already knew that. She was so ashamed and embarrassed, mostly because her mother had been right about Sir. She didn’t want to come home to a big “I told you so.”
“You gotta put your pride aside sometime, shorty. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have my mom.”
“Eventually I will. I just want my pictures for now.” Maria sighed, looking at the empty walls again. She shook her funk and changed the subject. “Have you ever been to Hawaii before?”
“I’ve been there once or twice.”
“Alone?” When Javier didn’t answer, she tried to pull away from him. “You’re taking me somewhere that you’ve taken other women?”
“Yes, I’ve been there with other women,” Javier explained pulling her back to him. “But it was never anything like this.”
The way he said “like this” made Maria stop fighting and lean into him. She looked into his eyes and saw something in them that she’d never seen before. Not lust . . . more like he was yearning.
For her?
“What do you mean ‘like this’?”
“Come on, shorty,” Javier said to her. “We gon’ keep playin’ this cat-and-mouse game like we aren’t feeling each other? I felt it the first moment I saw you in the club.”
“Javier,” Maria breathed deeply, “you can’t feel that way about me. Look at me. Look at what I am.”
She went into a rushed Spanish spiel that he didn’t understand, but he waited for her to get done venting to speak.
“I see what you are, Maria,” he moved a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eye to the side. “A beautiful, hardworking woman. You’re smart, sweet, and you actually listen to me when I talk to you. You’re my friend, and the more I get to know you, I can’t help what I feel for you. But I’m not going to keep doing this if you don’t want the same.”
“Doing what?” she breathed.
“Wanting you.” He leaned in until their noses touched. “Thinking about how your lips taste. Wondering how your voice would sound screaming my name.”
“Javi . . . I’m tainted.”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “Not to me. I don’t care about who had you before me, because I guarantee you, they won’t have you like I will. Now, as for me, I won’t take away your choice.”
“Oh, kiss me, Javi,” Maria whispered, finally giving in. “Fuck me, Javi. Please fuck me, baby.”
She didn’t need to ask him a third time. Javier plunged his tongue in her mouth, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled down the dress she was wearing and broke the kiss on her lips to plant soft ones along her neck bone.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Maria,” he said softly between kisses. “I’m going to make love to your body. Has anybody ever done that to you?”
She shook her head no and let him undress her completely. With one swift motion, he knocked all of the clothes that were on her bed off of it and positioned her head comfortably on a pillow.
“I want you to just lie there and let me take care of you. Submit to me.”
His lips found her right nipple while he rolled the left one in his fingertips, pinching it ever so slightly. She wriggled underneath him. It had been awhile since she’d felt the kind of electric shocks of pleasure he was sending rippling through her body. She moaned and reached down to swirl her finger around her clit, but he gently hit her hand away.
“Don’t touch my pussy,” he commanded. He began licking her stomach, heading down south.
“OK,” she moaned.
“OK what?”
“OK, Daddy—Ahhh!”
Javier took her swollen clit in his mouth and sucked it like a rare berry. Her love spot was already drenching, and it only got wetter as he pleasured her with his mouth. He kissed, sucked, and licked her pussy until she was on the brink of insanity. Her bedroom door was still open, so she knew all of the help could hear her screams of passion, but she did not care one bit.
“Open these fuckin’ legs,” Javier demanded when she tried to close them.
“Daddy, I can’t take it,” she gasped after she’d been brought to her third orgasm. Out of all the sex she’d had, none had felt as good as what his mouth alone had done. “It feels too good!”
“I thought you said you submitted to me?” Javier said standing to his feet and undressing. “It’s my job to make that pussy feel good.”
He dropped his boxers and revealed that he was blessed. His dick was so thick and long it hung halfway down his leg. At the mere sight of it, Maria’s pussy walls began to throb in high anticipation to meet their new friend.
“Javi,” she moaned. “Touch me, Javi.”
He did what she asked for and massaged her gushy center between her fat pussy lips. He pumped his fingers in and out of her opening, all the while standing over her and admiring her body. She still had a few fading bruises, but that didn’t take away from how sexy she was. He want
ed to kiss every inch of her a hundred times.
“You are so beautiful, shorty,” he told her, stroking his long manhood. “Do you know that?”
Maria felt a surge of emotion for Javier and just wanted to please him. He was making her feel so amazing that she wanted him to feel the same way. She removed his fingers from inside her, even though she was almost to a fourth orgasm. She could wait. She brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked her own juices from them before sitting up on the edge of the bed. Grabbing his erection, she pulled him to her and before he could stop her, wrapped her lips around it. If there was one thing Maria excelled in, it was the art of giving head. She slurped and spit all over Javier’s dick, opening wide so that he could fuck her face when he wanted to.
“Fuck! Maria!” He threw his head back, gripping her by her hair.
She deep throated him to the point that she gagged, but that didn’t stop her from trying to swallow his monster cock. She was sucking on him so good that he eventually had to pull away from her, not wanting to bust before he sampled the pussy.
“Turn the fuck over,” he demanded, and when she didn’t move fast enough, he flipped her over himself. “Grab that pillow, Maria. I’ma be one hundred with you. I don’t think I’ma be able to take it easy on that pussy.”
“OK,” Maria moaned, twerking her ass in the air, enticing him even more. She felt the bed dip when he climbed on and positioned himself behind her. “OK!”
“That’s OK with you?”
“I want you to dig into me however you want, Daddy. This is your pussy.”
Her words were music to his ears, and the first thrust inside of her sent ripples of bliss all the way to his toes. He stroked her long and hard, just like that for thirty minutes. Her arch never wavered, and her screams did nothing but get louder and louder. Every stroke he pitched, she caught like a pro, and when she felt his dick start to throb, she hurried to catch his nut on her face and her voluptuous breasts. She rubbed his tip all over herself and kissed it until the last drop was out.
“Damn, shorty,” Javier grinned down at her. He had never seen a drawing so beautiful than the one she sketched on herself, using his dick as a pen. “You a freak.”
“Too much?” she asked smiling up at him.
“Hell nah!” He told her getting off the bed and scooping her in his arms. He picked his shirt up off the ground and wiped the come from her face before kissing her. “I love this shit! Go get cleaned up. I’ll be back in a few hours so we can go to dinner.”
“Where are you going?” Maria pouted, not wanting him to leave her so soon.
“I just got some business to wrap up real quick. It won’t take me long, I promise.” He put his boxers and joggers back on before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. “Yo’ ass better be packed by the time I get back, OK, baby? I’m about to show you the time of your life!”
“Promise?”
“I’ma a man of my word, shorty.”
He left her sitting there naked, with come still dripping from her body, but strangely, she’d never felt more appreciated.
Chapter 7
The sound of the cheering that filled the two-bedroom apartment snapped Sir out of his thoughts. He had a controller in his hand and was sitting in his living room playing 2K with his partners, Slime and Cory. Their team had evidently just scored a point, which was better than the latter since Sir hadn’t been paying attention at all. It had been a month since he’d seen or heard from Strawberry, and it was starting to wear on his mind. He’d called the bitch multiple times, but none of his calls were getting through. He’d even made some moves in the streets to see if anyone had made any noise about her, but she was like a ghost.
The last time he’d seen her was when he dropped her off at the hospital, barely breathing. Usually when he beat her up, he would make her catch a cab home because he didn’t want to risk anyone seeing his face and putting two and two together. However, that time, he decided to be gracious enough to come scoop her from the hospital, knowing that she would be ready to grovel at his feet. Imagine his shock when he was told that she had already checked out and gone home. Except she couldn’t have gone home because her home was with him. He couldn’t grasp it. Where could she have gone? She didn’t have anyone, and he had banned her from making any kind of friends because he was the only friend she needed. The only thing she knew how to do right was lie on her back with her legs open, so maybe she’d gotten a new pimp? If that was the case, he would be sure to kill him and her on first sight.
“Yo, homie, what’s the word?” Slime, a short, dark-skinned man with more hair on his face than anywhere else on his body, said. “You in the game or not?”
“Yeah, mane, we almost twenty points up on these weak-ass, li’l niggas.”
“Yo, fuck you, you old-ass mothafucka!” A voice came in through the headsets they wore on their heads. “Why y’all old asses on the game anyway? Where y’all jobs at?”
“Ya moms is my job,” Slime taunted the kid. “She said if I let her put her mouth on my dick, she would pay me a band.”
“Nigga, you a bitch!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Slime laughed at how mad the kid had gotten. “You just mad ’cause you losing. Take it like a man, li’l punk mothafucka.”
His last statement must have really gotten to the kid because he forfeit the game. Cory looked at Slime like he wanted to kill him and threw his hands in the air, letting out a sound of frustration. He was a buff dude with a bald cut that looked like he could break the game system controller in two with his bare hands.
“Nigga, your shit talkin’ keep fucking up our ranking!”
“Yo, my bad,” Slime shrugged still laughing a bit. “You know how I get when a nigga gets to shit talking.”
“You always bullying these kids and shit,” Cory said putting his controller on the ground and turned to Sir. “And this nigga got his head in the clouds and shit. How many threes did you attempt and fail?”
“He still hurt that he lost his main bitch,” Slime shook his head. “Did you love that bitch or somethin’?”
“I don’t love nobody but my money and my pistol, my nigga.” Sir set his controller down on the glass table in the living room and stood up to head to the kitchen. “A bitch don’t mean shit to me.”
“Well, tell the game that!” Cory stated, still fuming at the thrown game. “We was about to win!”
“Shut the fuck up about that game!” Sir barked and shot Cory a look that silenced him immediately. It was no secret that Sir was the leader out of the three of them. “You finna piss me off. That li’l nigga was right. Fuck is y’all doin’ playin’ a game when you could be gettin’ some money.”
“Last I checked, you was playin’ the game with us too,” Slime said, not appreciating his boy’s hostility.
“Yeah, and I got hoes out there selling pussy for me. That’s a guaranteed ten stacks a week between the two of them.”
“Still must not be enough since you still in this small-ass apartment!” Cory joked. He and Slime laughed and dapped each other up. “Come on, mane, we all know Sugar and Spice ain’t bringin’ in the money that Strawberry did.”
Truth be told, Cory was right. He was hurting since Strawberry left, and it read all over his face. It even showed in his actions. He was flat bitter, mostly because he truly never thought Strawberry would leave him, so he never prepared himself for her absence. She did everything for him except wipe his ass, and now with her gone, everything around him was going to turmoil. Spice and Sugar had good pussy, but that was their only good quality as women. They couldn’t cook to save their lives, and when he made them clean up, they half-assed did it. Strawberry had been the glue that kept everything together for the past five years. It had crossed his mind that bringing Sugar and Spice in wouldn’t please her, but he never thought it would be the reason that she left him, either.
He just knew he had Strawberry wrapped so tight that she wouldn’t dare betray him, but there he was—alone with
two of the dumbest hoes in history. In a week, together, they could barely bring in what Strawberry did alone in two days. Sir was used to being able to splurge, but now with two more people in his home and the fact that he wasn’t getting as much money, he had to tone down a bit. They were forced to stay in the apartment because he couldn’t afford a bigger house. Every day, he seemed to take his frustration out on Sugar and Spice, not caring about the bruises he put on their faces.
“Cover that shit up with some makeup and make sure you don’t come back with less than a thousand,” he told them whenever he saw the black and blue bruises.
Sir had both women selling pussy from sunup to sundown to accommodate for the lost person. He had gone from waiting on Strawberry to come home to plotting on what he was going to do to her when he found her. Sir ignored the words from his partners and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. His nerves were getting the best of him, and the only thing that calmed them was a glass of his favorite drink, Hennessey on the rocks.
“You stay drinkin’ that hood shit,” Slime told him, pulling a small bottle of Rémy out of his own pocket. “You need to fuck with what the big boys do.”
“Nigga, you talking about big boys, but you got that small-ass bottle!” Cory ridiculed him for flexing with such a small bottle.
Sir took a big gulp of his drink welcoming the cold feel of it going down his throat until he felt the burn in his chest. He was about to go sit back down on the couch in the living room and tell them to start up another game, but a knock at the door made him do a quick detour. When he looked in the peephole to see who was banging on his door like the police, he saw the last person that he would ever expect on the other side.
“Can I help you?” he asked when he opened the door. He took another swig of his drink and mugged the newcomers. “Or are you niggas lost?”
His tone was hostile, and maybe it was the liquid courage talking because no man had ever taken that tone with Javier Jackson and lived to tell the tale. Behind Javier were three men, all wearing black button ups and nice dress slacks. They looked like nice church boys, or like they’d just gotten off work, but Sir knew better, and the bulges on their waists gave them away. The stony expressions on their faces never changed, and all four men matched the mean mug Sir was throwing their way.
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