“The trip is already paid for. You know that! I’d already covered that part, figure the rest of that extra ass shit out, that doesn’t include you digging in my damn pocket,”I argued back, then hung up.
I had bigger fish to fry than her to keep nagging and shit in my ear. That’s the shit that pisses me off the most, and she doesn’t have the common sense to know that. Yeah, like I explained to Synthia, in the beginning, shit was cool between us, but the more I cashed on her, the lazier she got and had bad money management all the time. Imposing like she didn’t have a hustling bone in her body when she had the talent to stack arack, but she’d rather sit on her talents than utilize them. That ain’t a hustle mentality, that’s a broke bitch mindset.
Putting her baggage in the back of my mind, I placed my phone in one of the cup holders and kept my gaze on the road. Heading to Twinkle Town, I knew Synthia wouldn’t approve, but she was in for a wild ride. Dealing with me, a lot of people have seen me act treacherously, but only when time allows it. Other than that, I’m chilled and somewhere stacking my paper, minding my business, thinking about my next investment, and probably getting my dick sucked. I be out the way—at least I try to.
Treece has never been to this spot. It ain’t the first of many things I do, while remaining stealth that she doesn’t know about because everything ain’t for her to know. Had she had a better mindset, I’d told her a long time ago, but she runs her mouth too fucking much. The only people who knew about this spot were my brothers, and they had access to it as well. My house in Twinkle Town was built from the ground up. It’s a family compound on land that our parents purchased for us before they retired as a Christmas gift. Reese knew, but our parents figured he wasn’t responsible enough to handle a house by himself. As far as Roxx, he used his humble abode as a bachelor pad where he fucked his assistants, but that’s another story for another time.
Pulling into my estate, the gravel crunched under the tires. I gripped the leather-cool steering wheel, the curve of the pavement guiding me towards the imposing security booth, its light flashing rhythmically. Having security was a must. The compound was gated, and there was only one entrance for our safety. Cameras were surrounding us everywhere, and though we each had our separate houses, our camera system was linked together. Once I reached the booth the security guard gave me a slow head nod, as he let me in. I tapped my fingers against thesteering wheel as I waited for the gates to open before entering and driving towards my house, up my driveway.
When my phone chimed in the cup holder, I gritted my teeth in irritation thinking it was Trecee. I grabbed it, seeing the contact name across the screen, and answered it immediately. It was Roxx. Bypassing his house in order to get to mine, I craned my neck to see his Benz in the driveway, but squinted my eyes trying to get a peek through the back yard fence.
“Long time no see, titty milk drinkin’ ass nigga,”he greeted me, getting a chuckle out of me.
“Nothin’ much. I see you on that type of time tonight? Who you over there fuckin’ now? You gon’ fuck around and catch sum’ yo ass can’t get rid of.”
“Aw, nigga I ain’t worried ‘bout that until that day come. Besides, don’t they say, if the pussy don’t come with a lil STD it ain’t good?”
“Nigga,”I laughed, shaking my head and pulled off, looking away from his home.“Who the fuck sayin’ that shit? Ain’t nobody sayin’ that shit but you.”
“You need to live nigga. You livin’ but you ain’t learnin’. I got some extra pussy for you to fuck on since you ain’t getting none at home.”
“I’ll pass on that shit and remind me not to tell yo gossipin’ ass shit else. I paid Reese a visit and y’all two niggas like to pillow talk about my bitch,”I argued.
“Mane,”he snickered.“That was a sympathy call. It ain’t shit like that, get out cho’ feelings, hoe ass nigga, but it’s cool. I got enough dick for the boffum. I’ma catch you later on. How long you plan on being here?”
“Not long, I’ll be in and out,”I responded.
“Aite, I’ma get at you nigga, love you bitch.”
“Love yo ass too nigga.”
With a sigh, I slid my phone back into the worn, plastic cup holder, the cool smoothness a contrast to my sweaty palm. After I hung up, the silence was broken only by a faint hum from the car. A sharpclickfrom the garage door opener pierced the quiet as the heavy door groaned open. My head pressed against the headrest after I cut the car off. In deep thought, my thoughts reverted to Synthia. I could play this shit a thousand ways, most of it going right back to foul play, but out of liking her and wanting her for a while, this would be fun for me. Trecee ain’t got to know shit unless Synthia slipped through the cracks and mentioned it to her, and I doubt she’d do that because that’d leave too many unanswered questions. As doggish as it seemed, I could get away cold turkey with a hasty lie and flip it on Synthia. Either way, Trecee wouldn’t leave me. She’d overturn Synthia’s word against mine, and with them having a family feud, it wouldn’t matter no way. Trecee chose dick over family a while ago.
I got out of the car and treaded inside the house. Everything was exactly how I left it. Cool air wafted from the AC, and the house was chilly, so I turned it down. For the most part, I keep my shit clean, but we all kept a housekeeper on duty to diffuse dust mites and make sure the food kept in the refrigerator and pantry didn’t go bad with expired shit. When I said I rarely come here, I meant that. Other than disassociating myself from the real world at times, I didn’t have a reason to come out here like Roxx. He even used his spot as a sex shop when work beat him down bad. I knew better than to have too many people besides close friends and family parlaying around my spot to hang out, plus I didn’t fuck with too many people anyway.
Once I made sure shit was up to par, I trotted back inside the car garage and walked over to the trunk. My gun was tucked in my waist, but there was no need for it. The only reason I tossed her in the truck was because I didn’t need her to have anyrecognition of how to get here. I’d already shut the house down, so if she looked out the windows, she wouldn’t see shit but steel, and maybe a bit of sunlight peeking through, if it was beaming. Roxx called my house the dungeon. It suited better optics for what he was into, and he even asked for the number of who installed it.
Synthia couldn’t escape and would be held hostage against her will. Consider it a parting gift for her life, and she’d be grateful for it, knowing my treacherous rapport. I picked her up and staggered inside the house, with her dead weight on my shoulder, trotted inside my bedroom, flipped the covers back, and laid her on the bed. Staring deeply at her, she looked like a Nubian goddess to me, and beauty lied under her spotlight. My fingertips grazed over her smooth skin. It was covered in chill bumps, but nonetheless, it was smooth, and the bumpy feeling under my fingertips didn’t bother me. She rested peacefully, and I didn’t want to wake her, but it was time. The only thing that would be problematic is her willingness to accept my offer as nothing more than a favor for her life, and if shit turned the other way instead of the right way, then I’d deal with those problems accordingly.
I staggered inside the bathroom to retrieve a cool towel so I could stir sleeping beauty. Walking back into my master bedroom, I leaned on the bed. My elbows sank into the plush comforter set as my eyes scanned her face again. Her plump lips were slightly opened. Her heart shaped cupid’s bow was defined, giving her lips character. If I were sick in the head, I’d pull my dick out and graze the tip across them, poking them. Yeah, so what, I guess I was a little sick in the head because the thought crossed my mind, but I wasn’t the only one to blame. Synthia was like a honey-dipped biscuit, incredibly sexy. Although she and Trecee shared some resemblance, Trecee insisted they looked completely different, except for a few minorcharacteristics. Trecee walked on air, like she was polished or the Beyoncé, but in all honesty all eyes were always on Synthia, she just didn’t know it.
Fawning over her enough, still leaning on the bed, I dabbed the cool towel on her forehead, but she still didn’t stir awake. I even slapped her a few more times, and she still remained unprovoked. The perv in me began to get wicked thoughts. Just as they’d come, they evaded quickly, bombarding my thoughts with guns pointed.
Sitting up now, my hands were planted on the bed, deciphering my next move. Dwelling harder, I went with my first mind and gripped the hem of her leggings. Easing them down slowly, my eyes remained trained on her pussy. It wasn’t glistening like earlier. Now, it looked a little ashy, and there were dried up bits of white crumby substance resting on her toasted, shaded pussy lips. I inched her leggings down lower, then clasped my hand around her big toe, licking it, showing each toe some loving as if she could feel it. This was more so ribbing for my pleasure than hers. The urge to pull my dick felt like a heinous crime, but I couldn’t fight the desire not to anymore.
I craned my neck, sticking my tongue out, grazing it across her clit, poking between her juicy ass pussy. Sucking on it gently, I released my dick from my Ralph Lauren briefs and began to stroke my dick. Precum began to slide down my shaft, mimicking a gooey substance. Momentarily, I stopped sucking on her pussy and reached down to scoop up some of my precum with my index finger, then glided it across her bud before proceeding to suck again. Her juices mixed with mine were the perfect combination and tasted so fucking sweet.
My tongue continued to slither and suck on her clit. I was in immense fucking joy, tasting her flesh, and even comatose, her pussy was responding to me. This wasn’t good for my sanity. I used to dream about this shit, sucking on Synthia’s flesh, tonguefucking her pussy, all while being next to her kin, unsatisfied, stroking myself to bliss, trying to envision a better life with Synthia. It wasn’t right, but it wasn’t wrong. You can’t tell me that God doesn’t answer prayers, even the ones that seem like temptation is knocking at your door—he was giving me what I was yearning for.
When her eyes fluttered open and landed on mine, I kept feasting on her flesh with her gooey nectar on my tongue and between my teeth. Smacking noises filled the room. Her legs began to shake, and her brows furrowed. Not being a fan of my action, she tried to push my head away, but I became aggressive and clenched my hand around her thighs, so she couldn’t move.
“What the fuck!” She shrieked. “Oh my god! This isn’t happening,” she muttered and smashed her head back against the pillow.
I lifted my head up and smirked. Her cum mimicked drool on my mouth. “Yo pussy ain’t complying though Juicy. This pussy don’t hate me and it doesn’t matter what you think right now because I’m having a one on one with this pussy, not you.”
“Romelo,” she gasped. Her thighs continued to shake around my head. When her stomach caved in, I knew I had her where I wanted her; buried deep in my sheets, gripping my hair and cumming in my mouth. I could eat that pretty mothafucka for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and wouldn’t complain at all. It’s been a minute since I had some fye ass pussy good enough to make me want to abandon my priorities and put my phone on do not disturb.
Shaking my head, I kissed and nibbled on her thighs before lifting my head up again to gaze up at her. The evil glare marked across her face couldn’t be missed, but this was all fun and games for me. It was just getting started.
