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nowledge talked for half an hour. When he was quiet I sat there with my little mind completely blown. More than ever I felt for Caramel. Like Knowledge, she'd witnessed her own mother's murder, and that had to be one of the worst things that could happen to a kid.

“How old were you when your mother got killed?” I asked.

“Thirteen,” he said. “I was a little guy back then. A real runt. It used to piss my father off that as big as he was, I couldn't seem to grow.”

I thought about that dick. “Well you sure big enough now. What about the other kids in your family? Who took care of them after your mother died?”

“I was an only child,” he said. “Or at least I thought I was. When my father went on trial I found out that he had another family. I didn't know anything about them until his other son got up on that stand and testified about what a good father he was. That lying motherfucker helped him get life instead of the death penalty. Later I found out that my pops had an older daughter too.”

“So you have an older brother and a sister? Do you ever see them?”

He nodded and picked up the leftover corner of my sandwich and put it in his mouth. “Yeah. I see em all the time. Now no more questions, girl. The trains are probably running and I need to get you back to Harlem before your niggah gets back and gets crazy.”

Fuck Hurricane
, I thought. After that dick-down I'd just gotten and the way I was being treated, I didn't even want to hear his name. Plus, I wasn't stupid. Thanks to Vonnie I knew the baller rules. Knowledge was still holding on to his nut, and I wasn't vacating his crib until that W was over in my column.

I pushed him down on the bed and crawled on top of him.

“Don't start nothing,” he warned, laughing.

I ignored that noise. That dick was rock-hard and telling a whole nother story.

He slid his palms over my naked booty and I reached back and guided his right hand to my mouth. I was totally feeling him as I kissed his nub, then took it between my lips and licked and sucked it with mad attraction. I bobbed all over that thang.
I swirled my tongue over it and slobbed it down with hot, wet kisses.

And when I was done giving it the proper attention it deserved, I slid down lower and pressed my titties to his thighs, and showed the same kind of love to his long black dick.

Chapter 21
Candy Lickin’

W
e didn't leave Knowledge's apartment for another hour, and while I'd gotten mine and had my fun, the reality of what we'd done was slowly creeping up on me. Still, I didn't regret spending a moment with Knowledge Graham. Matter of fact, I wished I could have stayed up in that phat-ass apartment with him forever. Just me and him. But the truth was, I belonged to Hurricane Jackson. I was his bitch, bought and paid for, and if he even thought I was thinking on some outside dick, he could make me disappear, just like that.

Hurricane had taken away my cell phone not long after I moved in with him, so I asked Knowledge if I could borrow his. Hurricane had told me he'd be gone until the next morning, so wasn't no need in calling him.

“I need to call Vonnie,” I explained, “and make sure my sister has been okay through this blackout.”

I dialed Vonnie's cell, and the minute she answered I knew
exactly what kinda mood she was in. “What?” was her funky little greeting.

“Hey Vonnie,” I said. “This is Candy.”

“I know who you are,” she snapped, sounding nasty and half drunk. “What I
don't
know is why some niggah named Percy J. Graham came up on my caller ID.”

“Oh.” I laughed. “That's Knowledge. He let me use his cell phone.”

Vonnie laughed back, but that shit had razor blades all in it. “Knowledge, huh? That stiff motherfucker. What else he letting you use?”

“Vonnie, please,” I snapped. “Go 'head with all that mess you talking. I called because I wanted to check on Caramel. The power went out when I was at my photo shoot so I wanted to see how she did up there in the dark.”

She really laughed then. “You wanna know how your sister did today? I'd say she did pretty good. Hell, you could even say she hit the jackpot considering the fact that the bitch been playing strip poker all day, and she's walking around with her shirt off and her titties sticking out right now.”

I gave Vonnie the click. She was a jealous witch, and if I hadn't hung up I knew I would have said something foul that woulda created more drama between us.

To make things worse, Vonnie cold busted me and Knowledge coming out of Studio D about a week later. Hurricane was working as usual out of Studio C, and Jadeah had sent me downstairs to take him a Jamaican beef patty.

“I ain't hungry,” he brushed me off when I offered it to him. He was playing a few beats and a few bars over and over again,
going back and forth between an eighty-channel mixing console and an electric keyboard, up in his own world.

I set it on his desk anyway. “Jadeah said you would say that. She said for me to leave it down here regardless.”

He kept right on doing what he was doing, rolling his fingers as he tried to get a harmony just the way he wanted it. I walked out of the studio and ran dead into Knowledge. He had a stack of papers in his hand and I stopped him.

“He's busy,” I warned him. “And evil as hell too.”

Knowledge listened to Hurricane on the keyboard for a moment, then grinned. “I wanna get busy too then,” he said, pulling me up to him. I resisted for a hot second then pressed myself tightly against him. His dick jumped right up in his pants and we both laughed, covering our mouths even though we couldn't be heard over the music.

“For real,” he whispered, kissing my face and neck. “I wanna get busy, baby.”

He pulled me close and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue tasted sweet as I opened my lips and let him in.

Knowledge eased his hand down inside of my shirt, rubbing my nipple and squeezing my titty until I moaned. Hurricane was right on the other side of the door. He banged that keyboard, playing his melody over and over again. Knowledge's mouth stayed glued to mine. He was tonguing me so deep I got dizzy in that little hallway.

He pulled his hand from my shirt and slid it between my legs, feeling my pussy through my clothes and rubbing it until my clit swelled up. I moaned again and started grinding against him like a fiend.

“Damn,” he moaned into my mouth. “I can't get enough
of this shit,” he said, and went back to stroking my nipples through my shirt.

“We gotta stop …,” I said softly. “We can't do this here.”

Knowledge just grunted, cupping my whole titty and pushing his dick into my belly.

“Stop …,” I said weakly, pushing him away. “He's in his studio. We can't …”

“Yeah we can,” he said, his tongue fucking me in the mouth. He backed me down the hallway and into Studio D. We moved inside still kissing, and Knowledge pinned me against the wall as he pulled my shirt up and started licking my breasts until my nipples were on fire. He made me feel so good I was tempted to cry out, but I clenched my teeth and moaned instead.

“What's your thang, Candy, huh?” Knowledge whispered. “Tell me what you like the best, baby.”

I was trembling as I showed him. Cupping his face and pushing his head down lower. Lower. Down past my belly.

He laughed, but then he stood back up! “Yeah. I like that shit too,” he said. And then he shocked the hell outta me by whispering a little freestyle rap in my ear.

Can I lick that candy girl?
Come let me taste
that sticky part of your world
Lemme lick that candy
Lick it till
U sweat
Make that sweetness overheat
Get it as hot as it gets.

He nibbled on my neck and swirled his tongue in my ear as he whispered his rap so thick and hot and nasty-like, my pussy got to quivering to his beat.

I'll lick that candy
the way ya niggah don't
Tongue it down just right
Like he can't and/or won't
Make u feel
A licking thrill
Spread them lips
Lemme get a steal
I'm your candy licker

Put some honey on it
make you cum on my tongue
Or lick it straight up
Say what u want and it's done
I'm your candy licker, I wanna lick that flicker
Lick it up and lick it down
Ain't no shame,
Bend over, turn it around
Lemme be your candy licker

By now my panties were hot and slick because my pussy was percolating with warm pudding. Knowledge was gripping my ass and sucking hard on my collarbone, whispering in my ear as he pinned me against the wall and humped that dick on me.

I wanna be the one
Who licks that candy
till u cum
all night
I got what it takes to lick that kitty right
Your man got pride, let him claim that shit
I'm lickin his candy tonight/ face all up in it
'Cause ain't no shame to it
25 hours a day/8 days a week,
366 I'll make that puddy leak
I'm your candy licker …

Yeah
, I thought with my pussy quivering and thumping.
Be my candy licker. Lick this sweet candy till it melts, baby!

I felt for his dick and couldn't believe it was so hard. He helped me unbuckle his belt and then we both worked on my pants. Knowledge dropped to his knees and slid one of my legs out and threw it over his shoulder, then he buried his face in my candy licking it so good my knees trembled. I teased my fingers in his hair as his whole head rotated between my legs. He spread my pussy lips open with his fingers so he could lick it out better, moving his tongue faster and faster and faster and pinching my swollen, aching clit between his lips.

I was trying so hard not to let go. I leaned against that wall and fought the tornado that was trying to tear through my pussy, and then Knowledge tapped my ass and whispered, “Don't put no cut on it, baby. Just bring it.”

I came twice. Back-to-back. My swollen pussy squirted warm cum and pulsated with the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt.
And then Knowledge stood up and slid that thang up inside my guts as deep as it would go. He was squeezing my ass and I was moaning out his name. Telling him how good he felt. Telling him how good he made me feel. Fuck whoever was right next door! Knowledge got him some up against that wall! While half-a-dick Hurricane was in his studio banging on that keyboard, his boy was right next door banging out my ass.

Hurricane was still trying to get his melody as we crept past his office grinning and satisfied. Knowledge was palming my ass and I was wiping a smear of lipstick off his mouth when Vonnie came around the corner and busted us.

“What y'all been doing?” she asked suspiciously as I tried to play things off.

“Eating beef patties,” I lied real quick. “I was trying to get a piece of crust off his lip.”

“Crust, huh?” Vonnie said, staring at Knowledge with doubt all over her face.

Knowledge winked at me, then licked his lips and adjusted his stack of papers as he walked up the stairs.

Vonnie glared at me and I couldn't resist the urge to straighten out my shirt. “I didn't see no crust on that niggahs face, Candy. Looked to me like some straight skull jumping was going on. You sure it was a beef patty he was eating? You sure that shit wasn't no pussy patty?”

I threw my hands up and sighed. “Vonnie, please. It was a goddamn beef patty, okay? There's another one in there on Hurricane's desk if you hungry.”

B
ut there was no shaking Vonnie off. That heffah was like a bloodhound sniffing around at something stank. She started acting real shitty toward me and of course I knew why.

Caramel.

I had mad love for Vonzelle, I really did. But no matter how much history me and Vonnie shared, it didn't mean a damn thing when it came down to my sister.

Every time I turned around Vonnie was saying something foul about Caramel, and it seemed to me like her main goal was to try to get me to respond for my sister. Vonnie must didn't know that me and Caramel had much more than history vibing between us. We had blood and DNA, and if Vonzelle kept at it I was gonna have to let her know how much thicker my blood was than her mud.

“Look at them young bitches,” Vonnie had complained one night in October during a private party at the House. It was Joog's birthday and Hurricane had opened the doors to the House of Homicide and invited every professional athlete, successful recording star, and high-rolling rapper on the East Coast. Me, Vonnie, Dom, and Fatima were the only females upstairs in Hurricane's booth. We were leaning over the rail watching Caramel and Asia down in the pit, doing their best to impress a couple of athlete ballers by shaking as much ass as possible. Caramel was straight killing a white Versace dress that she had probably boosted, and Asia had poured herself into a pair of bright red shorts that looked like they were choking her coochie to death.

“Them little hoes don't know they titties from they tailbone,”
Vonnie bitched, talking loud and making sure I heard her. “Asia got so much hair under her fuckin arms it's braid-able, and Caramel … I hope you taught your little sister something about birth control, Candy, 'cause that ass is gonna be knocked in about a minute.”

Dom got mad and told her to leave that crack alone, but I just ignored Vonnie. I knew she didn't like my sister and I was cool with it. But the way she was handling herself was all wrong. Almost like she was daring me to say something about it so she could run and tell Hurricane what she had seen happening between me and Knowledge that day.

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