by Prenisha Aja
“Okay, I want you to arch your back and lean down so I can go a little deeper. It ain’t going to hurt that much,” he lustfully persuaded.
Star hesitated, doubting his words, but then obeyed his command. She felt him reach out for something and jerked in surprise when something sharp, metallic, and hard clamped down on her nipple.
“Relax,” he told her. Trying to follow his instructions, she bit her bottom lip when he snapped another clamp over her other nipple.
Hissing through his teeth, he went deeper inside her, and she cried out as she felt her body open up to him. He pushed down on her back, increasing her arch, and just when Star thought she was going to break under the pressure, he reached down and snatched at one of the clamps.
“Fuuuuck!” she winced in pain at the excruciating feeling. She was surprised when her pussy tingled. She felt warm liquid gush out from her, coating Polo’s dick as he continued to probe her insides.
As if on cue, J. Cole’s voice thumped out of the surround sound speakers in the living room.
I can’t get enough, can’t get enough. I need that.
I can't get enough, can't get enough. I need that.
I can’t get enough of what you got.
Good, God, you hit the spot.
Tried to let go but I just could not.
So, don’t you stop. I need that.
“Work that pussy,” Polo coaxed, slapping her hard on her ass.
Grinding hard against him as he snapped at the clamps, sending shudders of painful pleasure down her spine, Star cursed God and called for mercy from Jesus with profane epithets that she’d be ashamed for any pastor to hear her say. Polo had her dickmatized, and her sex had him obsessed. She didn’t know it, but he was addicted to her and had an insatiable desire for her body.
“You give my pussy to another nigga, and you’re dead,” he gritted through his teeth as he stroked her. It wasn’t a sweet nothing of love or lust; he meant every bit of it.
Like a massive locomotive, rhythmic in motion, Polo thrust deeper inside—so deep that it seemed like she could feel him in her chest cavity, pounding away and digging her out as her ample breasts bounced high in defiance of gravity. Her ass bounced just the same as he forcefully bent her down even further.
Star looked between her legs and caught a sight that served as the perfect aphrodisiac. His balls, large as life, were banging against her as he entered. Noticing that she was enjoying the visual of their sweet connection, Polo decided to give her more to see. Moving his hand, he used two fingers and began to massage her clitoris, while fucking her hard. Star couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Ohh, shit. Fuuuck!”
Instantly, her body went into convulsions, like she was having a seizure. Her legs would have collapsed if it wasn’t for the fact that Polo was holding her in a lover’s lasso.
“Oh, God… Polo, I’m coming!”
Like a volcano, she erupted. Her pussy began to gush and squirt like a faucet turned up high as her juices sprayed the room.
That’s some sexy shit, Polo thought as he watched.
Captivated, Polo was nearly bugging out as he watched her shiver and shake like an old 64 Chevy. At the same time, it turned him on. He had never had a chick who could squirt in all his life. Seeing the way that she came so hard for him was the biggest ego boost. He couldn’t imagine allowing her to do this shit for another. He’d die first… and she would, too.
In a sexual frenzy he shoved her hard on the couch and released her leg, keeping her ass high in the air. Leaning forward, he began to hungrily suckle her sweet pussy from the back, lapping up her juices like it was a treasured elixir. Star winced; her pussy was so sensitive. Her pink clit was engorged, and he had her damn near climbing the walls with his tongue game. At one point, she wrestled with his head, trying to pull him away. The sensation was that unbearable.
Finally, he pulled away, his face covered with her juices. She turned around and looked at him. Moments passed as they stared deep into each other, breathing hard like a prized fighter who had gone the distance. They both smirked then Star glanced down at his dick.
He hadn’t climaxed. He was still hard, long, and massive in his strength. She couldn’t help herself; she grabbed it, snatched the condom off, and then squeezed it gently. Polo furrowed his brow with a slight wince and then licked his lubricious lips in anticipation of what she had planned. He could still taste her on his lips.
“I know you can’t go again after all that shit you just squirted. I ain’t never seen a chick do that shit… you fucked up a nigga’s carpet and couch,” he joked. “Shit, you even fucked up my head with that shit!”
Observing her from head to toe, he stared at her body, mystified, appreciating the magnificent specimen that she was.
Star’s high was magnificent and made her into his little freak. She smiled and flicked her tongue teasingly over the top of his head as she stared into his eyes. His face dropped into a serious expression, totally focused and overcome by his lust. He reached out and tugged the clamp hugging her erect nipple, causing her to wiggle. If Fahrenheit was sex, they would have both burst in flames.
Reaching out, he pressed down on her shoulders and forced her down until she was face-to-face with his manhood. Subserviently, she diligently obliged, wanting to tease him with her tongue… feel him from the skin of her soft lips all the way down to the back of her deep throat.
He grabbed a handful of her hair weave and shoved his dick in her mouth, going so deep that her eyes moistened with tears as she fought to not choke. Polo was unmerciful, but Star had learned to love every bit of his carnal lovemaking. Suppressing her gag reflex, she sucked his dick like a starved slave, even as he continued jamming it between her jaws, forcing himself down her throat. Polo’s loving-making was brutal at times.
He feverishly fucked her mouth like she was a porn-star, and Star struggled to keep up, hoping he didn’t realize her struggle. That hope flew out the window when he suddenly stopped. His entire expression had changed. He stood above her wearing a grimace that resembled the face people made when they had a toothache. Pulling her head back, he growled at her, disciplining as if she were a child.
“Watch them muthafuckin’ teeth, bae! Damn, you bout to ’decapitate a nigga’s dick head. Go slow, suck hard, and keep that shit wet. You do this right, and you ain’t gotta worry about me ever bringin’ in another bitch. You feel me?”
Her eyes stretched wide, and she nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was make Polo have to go to someone else to get what she couldn’t provide. If she couldn’t please him sexually like he wanted, what good was she? Any bitch in the hood could ride around town and collect money from his trap spots. She tried to keep her lips from quivering as she listened intently to him.
“Now, when I bust this nut, I want you to catch it in your mouth. All of it. Then suck that shit up like a vacuum, mouth closed tight. Okay?”
Star obediently nodded her head. Hesitant at first, she reached out and stroked his dick vigorously then spit on it and massaged it with her hands. Serving him with long, deep passionate strokes, she couldn’t help but notice when his neck snapped back like whiplash with each stroke. She saw his face twitch and heard him make some type of bestial, crude sound.
She licked the rim of the head, making his toes curl. The taut, ripped muscles in his six-pack coiled as they contracted, glistening with their sweat as well as the sweet juice from her body. He was primed and ready.
Star took him back in her mouth, only this time she got down on her knees. His obsession would be her advantage; if he wanted her to be a slave for him, that’s exactly what she’d be. He eased his dick down her throat, nearly sucking the wind from her lungs. Not only did she manage not to gag, she was able to keep up with each powerful thrust, keeping her mouth tight and her throat long just as he’d instructed. Looking up, she saw the expression on his face, twisted up with euphoria, as his enormous dick slithered like a black serpent even deeper down her throat.
“Got-muthafuckin-shit-damn! You can suck a dick, ma. Shiiiiitt!”
He emptied into her, and she sucked hard, swallowing simultaneously until she’d drained every bit of him. Feeling victorious, Star pulled her mouth from him, leaving a dribble of salacious slob dangling from his pulsating limb. He was still rock hard.
“Damn,” he admonished with a teasing smile. “You can work a fuckin’ miracle once you pull back them piranha teeth.”
The heat of embarrassment singed her cheeks. “Whatever, nigga,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she smiled back at him.
Reaching out, she pressed her index finger hard against his throbbing pole and then let go, watching in awe when it bounced back at her as if it were attached to springs.
“My shit still hard as fuck,” Polo mumbled as he grabbed it in his hands.
Star lifted one brow and glanced up at him, still sitting on her knees with her round ass poised against the heels of her feet. She pressed her finger into it again, and Polo groaned with a coy smirk.
“I already fucked up the carpet, couch, and your head,” she began, sliding her tongue over her teeth as she teased him. “You want me to fuck up your bed?”
He paused for a minute, looking through the large floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded them. Polo loved having sex in his living room and bedroom for a reason: Both spaces were completely enclosed by windows. To him, there was nothing more treasured than good pussy and power. Fucking Star on top of one of his bear-skin rugs with the skyline of his city surrounding them allowed him to experience both.
But as he looked down into her eyes, he realized that for the first time in his life, he was willing to put another person’s pleasure above his own. He wanted to please her, and he had no issues with fulfilling her simple request.
“You ain’t gotta ask a nigga twice,” Polo cracked and suddenly scooped her up into his arms, catching her off-guard. Like a groom did a bride on her wedding day, he cradled her in his arms as he carried her up the stairs while pressing his lips passionately against hers.
They made out like lovesick teenagers the entire way up the stairs and enjoyed each other’s bodies all night. With emotions stirring inside of him that he couldn’t explain, Polo made passionate love to Star like she was the only woman in the world that he could ever love.
Chapter Two
“Bitch, I saw your ass at the BET Awards mixing and mingling with all them fuckin’ celebrities! When you make it big, just don’t forget me!”
Rolling her eyes, Star smiled at Kevia and then shook her head at her crazy ass. She knew that she was just talking, though. No matter what happened in her life, there was no way that Star would ever leave her right-hand behind. They were closer than sisters, and nothing could mess up that bond even though so many other things had changed.
The block was live. It was the first day of fall, and the smoldering heat of the summer was officially a thing of the past. A calm and cool breeze was in the air, and everyone was outside relishing in what they considered perfect weather. Children jumped rope on the sidewalk as a group of young teens whistled and beckoned high school beauties strolling about. It was the activities that you would only find in the hood; the things you couldn’t help but love.
Of them all, Star was the happiest for the rare moment to be sitting on the block, snapping her fingers to the hip hop music in the air, while soaking up a little girl time with Kevia. Later, they had a meeting at The Spot, and she would have to fall into her role as Queen Gangstress. But, for right now, she was just an eighteen-year-old who loved her life.
Across from where they sat, a group of girls had just stepped off the school bus and were walking down the sidewalk giggling and chatting about something that she couldn’t hear. Star tilted her head slightly as she watched them, for some reason, unable to look away. One of the girls saw her looking and nudged her friend, whispering something that made them all turn toward her. Instantly, their smiles vanished, and they scurried away with their heads down. They were afraid of her.
“Star?”
She blinked and turned to see Kevia pointing down at her cellphone.
“You don’t hear your phone beeping?”
She rushed to grab it, figuring it was Polo checking in on her. He did so regularly, always wanting to make sure that she was safe.
Polo: Where you at?
Star: Over on 63rd. About to head to The Spot.
Polo: With who?
She paused and then shot her eyes across the street, seeing Trey and a few other Disciples posted up outside a convenience store talking amongst each other. She didn’t want to tell him the full truth, but there was no use in lying because he probably already knew.
Star: Kevia.
There were a few moments of nothing before she saw bubbles on the screen indicating that Polo was responding, and she braced herself. Every time she mentioned Kevia, he made it no secret that he didn’t like her.
Polo: Don’t be late for the meeting. Shit bout to change. I’ll be out there soon.
Change? she thought. Her chest throbbed as she got the sudden feeling that she needed to brace herself. In her experience, change was never good.
Pressing her lips together into a fine line, Star tried not to let on to Kevia how quickly her mood had changed. Responding with a simple, OK, she placed the phone beside her and forced a smile on her face.
“Somebody’s birthday is coming up.” Star playfully poked Kevia in the side. “I know you ain’t think I forgot.”
Kevia was bashful as she shook her head, failing in her efforts to hide her smile. She had not celebrated a birthday in a very long time. Her mother was always working, and when she did make it home, alcohol was her best friend. She drank herself into a stupor every night and rose from the dead just in time for work the next day. Other than paying the bills, she left Kevia to raise her kids, acting more like a mother than a sister. She rarely had time or energy for herself.
“Ya girl ’bout to finally turn eighteen and catch up with your old ass.” Laughing, Star rolled her eyes as Kevia continued. “I want to do somethin’, but I don’t know… Maybe just something small at the crib. You think Polo gon’ loosen up and let you out?”
“He don’t run me!” Star sassed, curling her brows as she cocked her neck to go along with her fake attitude.
Doubtful, Kevia wrinkled her brow. “Well, after you ask him, let me know what he says.”
“Whatever.” Star glanced to the sky and then reached for her purse. “Here, I got something for you.”
She held up two crisp hundred-dollar bills and then placed them in Kevia’s hand.
As soon as she saw the bills, her eyes stretched wide, and she tried to force Star to take it back.
“I don’t think so,” she told her and waved her away. “You’re turning eighteen, and we’ve never done a damn thing for your birthday. This year, you’re going to celebrate. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Girl, where did you get this money from? Polo?”
Star shook her head. “You know how I got my make-up channel? I’ve been gettin’ enough views on it to get paid. Not a whole lot, but it’s the easiest money I’ve ever made,” she explained with a smile. “It’s been a while since we got to really hang, and I miss you. We gotta go big for your birthday.”
Kevia smiled, and it was infectious, making Star smile before she even knew it. As Kevia stuffed the money into her pocket, Star was hit with the peculiar sensation that she was being watched. She lifted her head and scanned the space until she saw a boy, probably around nineteen—no older than twenty, staring straight at her.
“Yo, beautiful, what’s good?” he asked, smiling hard once he’d caught her eye.
He was attractive in a boyish, juvenile way. Dressed head to toe in red, white, and blue, he was matching in the way someone only could when they didn’t have a damn thing else to do. Even his shoelaces had been replaced in his white Jordan sneakers, one red and the other blue.
“Uh, hi…” Star’s eyes cut over to where Trey and the other three Disciples, all Polo’s henchmen, stood only a few yards away. When she saw that all four sets of their eyes were on her and the boy now walking toward her, her heart began to race.
“Can we talk for a minute?” the boy asked, but Star vigorously shook her head.
She hoped that would be more than enough to turn him away. When he smiled and held his hands up, still advancing toward her, Trey and his fellow goons began to move.
“Aye, bruh!”
The boy stopped mid-step, one of his feet stalling briefly in the air as his neck turned toward the voice. Trey lifted the corner of his royal blue shirt, showing off the pistol stashed at his waist. On his face, a sneer accompanied the menacing look in his eyes.
“Fall back,” Trey sternly warned.
Star and Kevia’s eyes danced back and forth, anxiously watching the exchange. Around them, the street continued to bustle with activity; no one was aware of the imminent threat of gunplay. The boy looked from Trey back to Star, and his eyes sharpened as if he were seeing her for the first time. When he turned back to Trey, he threw up his hands and began to take steps backward.
“We good, fam,” he said as he retreated.
Stoic, Trey watched him until he bent around a corner and was out of his sight. Then he ran his eyes to Star and gave her a solid look before glancing down at his watch.
“It’s time to head out,” he announced.
Her expression pinched. With her lips flat, she stood and walked in silence behind Trey to the black SUV parked curbside. Kevia trailed behind her, and they both piled into the back as Trey sat in the driver’s side and another Disciple jumped into the passenger seat. To her, being chauffeured around the city like a celebrity was a luxury, but Star hated being under constant surveillance. Polo only allowed her to drive his car when she made runs to pick up his money and nothing else.
“Can you drop me off in front of my grandma’s building?” Star asked once they turned on her block. “I need to give her somethin’, and then I’ll walk over to The Spot myself. You don’t have to wait.”