Authors: Cynthia White
“I was thinkin’ that before I got married
,
it sho would be nice to have you one more time.” Gina snuck that one in on me as she cleared my dinner plate and refilled my drink. She hadn’t changed as much as I thought she had
; s
he still wanted her some Boss dick. That made me feel good, but the Hennessy made me curious. I wondered if she could still wind it up like she use
d
to.
“You use
d
to like the way I sucked that dick.” She jogged my memory and initiated a few
X-
rated flashbacks. “I’m grown now.” Gina bent down and whispered her seductive words directly into my ear. “As good as it was back then
...
it's even better now. And this pussy
...
uhm
...
I can do things to you yo wife’s never even heard of
...
”
She put her leg over my lap and straddled me in the chair. I could feel her heat. She wanted to fuck
; i
t was just that simple. I m
ay never have
loved Gina the way I loved Mesha
-
but I enjoyed the hell out of fuckin
g
her.
“You had a big dick when we was kids
,
so I know you workin’ wit something now.” She licked a trail up my neck
,
then softly bit on
my
earlobe. “Yeah, I still remember what you like.” Gina reached down and grabbed a handful of my dick. “I wanna suck you off so bad
,
my pussy’s wet.”
My dick was startin
g
to respond. Once I took another drink of Hennessy
,
I was done for
; t
here was no way I was leavin
g
without gettin’ a sample. Gina knew exactly what she was doin
g
. She started grindin
g
her pussy on my dick, movin
g
back and forth and not once breakin’ eye contact.
“Ain’t nobody gotta know
,
”
s
he whispered as she continued to grind down on my dick. “What you want me to do
, D
addy?”
My dick was brick. I paused and thought for a moment. My brain and my dick were in a tug
-
of
-
war battle. I knew what the right thing to do was
: a
ll I had to do was get up and walk my ass out of that apartment
-
but instead I stayed and let my dick enjoy another victory.
“You know what I like.”
Gina unbuckled my belt, opened my pants
,
and pulled out my dick in seconds. The bitch was still greedy. She licked her lips and made sure they were nice and wet. My dick was literally in the palm of her hand
, and s
he licked it slowly from the bottom to the top
,
sendin
g little
electric shocks down my spine.
“You like that
, D
addy?”
s
he asked with a mouthful of dick. “You gon
’
love this.” Gina knew she was about to blow my fuckin
g
mind when she began to roll her tongue
like a tornado
around the head of my dick. The bitch deep
-
throated me
like
her name was Superhead. It felt so good when my dick hit her tonsils. She ran her hand up and down
my
shaft while she sucked on the head. Watchin
g
her was like watchin
g
a real live porn star at work. She took off her shirt and bra
,
all while givin
g
me the blow job of my life. The bitch was even better than I remembered. She pushed her breasts together and held them while
I
slid
my
dick between them, tittie
-
fucking her. Her big brown nipples were hard and begging to be sucked.
“Get yo ass up her
e,
” I commanded her, ready to take chav>
’
d been working so hard to get. She quickly obeyed. Gina got up off her knees and sat back on top of
me
. I sucked her titties, palmin
g
and squeezin
g
them very roughly. That's how she liked it
: t
he rougher the better.
“That pussy wet?” I asked as I reached down and rubbed the warm place between her thighs. “Yeah, you wet as a muthafucka. Get yo ass up on that table.”
She did exactly what I told her to do. As soon as she hopped her ass up on that table
,
I hiked up her skirt and pulled her pretty li
tt
l
e
pink panties from her body
; t
hat turned her on even more. Gina was a superfreak. She liked her dick hard and her niggas even harder. I could fuck with a bitch like her. As long as she played by the rules
,
I could fuck her at least on
c
e a week for the rest of my life.
“Fuck me
, D
addy
,
”
s
he begged while spreadin
g
her legs wide and preparin
g
for my entrance. “Uhm
...
”
s
he moaned as I pushed my big
,
hard dick inside her.
I fucked her like a whore
,
and she loved every minute of it
; i
t felt too good not to. After a few minutes
,
I flipped her ass over
and
entered her from behind. Doggy
style was Gina's favorite position
, and i
t didn't take her long to cum. She was finished, but I wasn’t. I continued to slam into her body for fifteen minutes until that familiar feelin
g
came over me.
“Uhhhhh
...
” I grunted like a caveman as I came inside Gina. We both remained still
; i
t took a while for us to catch our breath. Once we did
,
I pulled out and sat back down on the chair.
“You wanna rag?”
s
he asked
,
like a rag could wash away what I was now feelin
g
. I fucked up again. If Meesha found out about this one
,
she
’
d be crushed. That would probably mean the end of our marriage for good
-
and that didn’t work for me. I needed my wife and my kids there with me every day
...
I didn’t think I could survive without them.
Gina went to the bathroom and got me a rag. After I cleaned off
,
I asked her the question I originally sought her out to ask. She had no idea where Ren was
,
and by the sound of her voice she really didn’t want to know
; a
fter what that nigga did to Jazz
,
every broad we knew was scared to death to fuck with him. He was a predator
, and i
nnocent young girls were his prey. I couldn’t figure out what my part in his sick
little
twisted game
was,
and when I found the nigga I probably wouldn’t stop
to
ask
; p
leas for mercy were the oproy were nly thing I needed to hear come out of his mouth. Even if he didn’t beg
,
I was goin
g
to
enjoy
killin
g
that traitor. I couldn’t even believe I used to consider him a friend
...
fuck was I thinking?
Chapter 36
Meesha
It didn’t take me long to find out about Boss and Gina
; t
he bitch called my house the day after it happened. I knew it was going down when Boss told me he needed to talk to her. We
’
d been together long enough for me to know his hand before he played it
; i
f she was willing
,
then so was he. The nigga had no respect for his dick whatsoever. I still loved him, but on some level I just didn’t care anymore. Caring hurt
,
and I was so tired of the hurt. I won’t front
: a
few tears were shed, but I refused to
fall
completely apart. Not again. Not for him. I had better things to do.
I always wanted to be in f
ashion. Ever since I was a li
tt
l
e
girl
,
I dreamed of designing clothes like the ones I saw in
M
ama’s magazines.
So,
I decided that it was time to stop sleepwalking through life and start living it.
After all, t
he only person holding me back was me. I enrolled in the
F
ashion
D
esign program at Washington University's school of art and began my journey. I
eventually
wanted to start my own line. Boss told me that I had his full support
-
but even if I didn’t
,
I was going for it.
Starting college was great for my self
-
esteem.
B
eing in classes and interacting with young men and women my own age
,
I felt reborn. Boss didn’t like it, but he tried his best to hide his true feelings from me. I knew his deal
: h
e was afraid that if I got out in the world and found my own way
,
I wouldn’t need him anymore. He didn’t understand that I never
needed
him
;
I just
wanted
him with every fiber of my being.
Time seemed to pass much quicker than normal
;
I went from nineteen to twenty and then
to
twenty-one all in the blink of an eye. School was going well. The girls were getting bigger by the day. Boss and I were at peace
,
and my soul was at ease. Everything was calm
– and t
hat
’
s usually when life
i
s about to knock you right on your ass.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked Boss when I found him standing in our driveway at three o’clock in the morning
,
getting drenched in the pouring rain. “Boss, baby
,
you scarin’ me
...p
lease tell me what’s wrong?”
“My nigga
...
” He shivered like a dope fiend that was way overdue for a fix.spae for a “My nigga
’
s dead.”
I reached for his hands
,
already knowing what was coming next. Not him. Not now. Things were on track for once. Life was good. We were good. We had our fair share of problems
,
but they were nothing we couldn’t get through
; w
e had before. The life we built together wasn’t an easy one, but it wasn’t an easy one to forget either. We rode that muthafucka the only way a Boss and a Boss bitch knew how
: h
ard. We loved hard. We fought hard. We fucked hard
,
and we came hard. But this shit here was about to change the game forever
...i
t was about to change Boss forever.
“He’s dead
,
Meesh.” My husband looked at me like I was the only one that truly understood his pain. “Pee-Wee’s dead.”
E
ven though I knew it was coming
,
I cringed. It was yet another blow to an already weak spot. Pee-Wee was the dude. I couldn’t even begin to imagine our lives without him. He was the one person that could always reach Boss, even when he was hiding out in the darkest
,
scariest corners of his mind. Who was going to do that now? Who was going to explain my husband to me why I didn’t have a clue?
Pee-Wee had been
the backbone of my family
,
and I didn’t even realize it.
“Come on, baby.” I gripped my husband’s hands tighter and began to lead him inside. “Let’s go in the house.”
Boss didn’t say a word
; h
e was still in shock. I fought for strength, but I couldn’t help shedding tears for the man who had my back on so many occasions. I couldn’t believe it
; h
e was really gone. The dude we used to jokingly refer to as Superman died from taking a bullet to the neck. He passed instantly.