Wren leaned against the sink, her dress hiked slightly as she licked the melting vanilla ice cream, the cool drip tracing down her wrist. I loomed over her, jaw set in a possessive line. Snatching the cone from her fingers, I set it aside on the counter, but not before scooping a dollop of it and smearing it across her lower lip.
My hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up. I leaned in, tongue dragging over her lip to lap up the sweet mess, then crushed my mouth against hers in a deep kiss. Wren’s breath hitched. My free hand slid under her dress, fingers hooking into her panties and yanking them down her thighs. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
I spun her around, pressing her chest to the cool porcelain sink, her hands gripped the edges. Unzipping my pants, my dick sprung free, the head glistening with pre-cum. I rubbed it along her ass crack, teasing her pussy.
“You wanna try to tease me out there, licking that shit like it’s my dick…” I smacked her against the ass cheek and she yelped, her skin blooming red underneath my hand. Wren arched her back, pushing toward me, but I held her hips still.
With a firm grip on her waist, I thrust in, dick stretching her pussy wide, filling her with one brutal stroke. Wren gasped as her walls clenched around my dick. I didn’t give her time to adjust; I pulled out halfway and rammed myself back in. One hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to stare at our reflection. “Look how beautiful you look when you take this dick.” Her flushed face and breasts bounced underneath the dress.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned. The sound bouncing off the bathroom tiles. Her tongue darted out to taste the lingeringsweetness on her lips. I reached around between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit.
“Look at you, dripping for me like that cone.”
“Fuck,” she moaned.
I bit her earlobe before sucking it between my teeth. Her nails scraped the sink, she ground back, meeting my thrusts.
“I’m-I’m…” There was no need in her saying anything. I already could feel it. Her body shook as she climaxed. Her pussy squeezed my dick in a rhythmic pulse, soaking my dick. I released my seeds inside her and pulled out.
“See, you always throwing me off track and shit.” I was supposed to been brought my ass out of here. Murda probably out there, wondering what the fuck is taking me so long to come back out.
“If I must recall, you’re the one who brought me in here in the first place.” She grabbed a napkin and cleaned herself up with it before getting the melted cone off the counter and throwing it away. “I got a pack of wipes in my purse. I’ll clean myself up,” she said, pulling her dress back down over her hips and then picking her panties up off the floor. Leaning over, she stuffed them into my pants pocket. “Something to keep me on your mind.” She winked.
“A’ight, keep on…” I opened the door and exited the bathroom with her directly behind me. Some woman stared at us as we passed. Her nosey ass was probably standing outside the door listening to us and shit. “I’ll see you at the house later.” Cupping her face, I meshed our lips.
Leaving out the door, I noticed Murda sitting in his car with his head tilted back. I trekked over there and tapped on the window to wake his ass up. He was acting like I’d been in there for hours. He jumped at the sound of the knock and lifted his gun in my direction. Once he saw it was me, he lowered his hand.
“Let’s ride,” I said and strolled over to my car.
We ended up taking Charlie out there to the warehouse so that I can get to the bottom of this bullshit before I released his ass. Getting out the car, I popped the trunk, and he was balled up sleep. At least I think he was sleep.
I thumped him on the side of the head and he jumped up. “For a second, I thought yo’ ass clocked out. Get the fuck out.”
“Did you take me back—” His sentence cut short when he climbed out the trunk and saw that he was in the middle of nowhere. “Are you about to kill me?”
“Depends.” I wasn’t about to sit there and lie to him. If he pissed me off enough, he just might get returned to sender. I shoved him toward the warehouse door.
“I really don’t understand. It’s only business,” Charlie spoke as Murda unlocked the door for him.
“It’s only business,” I mocked him. “You knew exactly who the fuck you were fucking over. They offered yo’ stupid ass that money, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to see it or spend it. Getcho ass in there.” I shoved him hard from behind and he stumbled. Sticking his hands out in front of him, he balanced himself to keep from falling forward.
“I’ll put you back on the shelves. I won’t take y’all down anymore no matter how much people offer. I swear.”
“Ain’t no point in pleading yo’ case now.” Shaking my head, I went over to the rectangular table in the room and snatched the sheet off my tools.
“Please! I really don’t want to die.”
“I really don’t want to die,” I mimicked him.
“I noticed that ever since I took over, everybody keeps fucking playing with me. Y’all ain’t play with Wicked like that. Is it ’cause y’all truly feared him? I hope y’all know Wicked ’bout to come home, and I’m sure he ain’t feeling how y’all been acting.”
I removed my Bowie knife from the table and stepped behind Charlie. Placing the knife to his neck, I asked, “Who the fuck paid you to play with my fucking money?”
“It was Big John! It was Big John!” The nigga sang like a canary, and my teeth clenched. Big John one of the dumbest mufuckas I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. If he’s messing with my money, he’s messing with Wren’s, but after he abandoned her the way he did, I’on even expect him to really give a damn.
I yanked my hand from by his throat, making sure to nip him on the side of the neck. “Ahh!” he screamed out, and I pushed him from in front of me.
Removing my phone from my pocket, I dialed Wren’s number. She picked up on the fourth ring. “Get yo’ black dress ready. I’m gon’ kill yo’ fucking daddy.”
