She pecked his lips, sat up, and then gripped both ass cheeks to hold open like she’d done before and proceeded to bounce in his lap. Relic went stiffer than his dick, awing her breasts jouncing as she took all of him to the hilt while her juices saturated his sac. When his dick tried betraying him, he groaned before shifting his gaze to random objects in the bedroom he figured belonged to Tekken, judging by the posters on his wall and video game system placed on the tall chest dresser.
“Nah, nigga. Eyes on me,” Kennedy quipped without losing her stride. She bounced on his dick harder, feeling it in her damn stomach as she tempted, “Look at me, and tell me that I’m your bitch. I’m still your bitch, right, daddy?”
That shit made Relic clench the sheet with both hands while gritting his teeth.
He tried to ignore her slick talking, and how well she rode his dick, but failed miserably when she sped her pace to buck on him with fervor, causing her ass to clap against his thighs while herpussy spoke to him loud and clear. He couldn’t do shit but give in.
“You’re still my bitch, Larenn. You got the crown. No other woman is fucking with you or this pussy.”
“So, you don’t need those other hoes, right? You don’t want them because they can’t do shit for or with you. This dick is mine,” she affirmed rather than asked.
He couldn’t refute her claim if he wanted, because his fucking tongue heavied and lolled out of his mouth when she spun around with his dick inside her. Kennedy tipped forward, gripped his calves for leverage, and worked his dick in circles while her ass fluttered, mimicking his damn gut. Her pussy devouring his shaft in reverse cowgirl sent his goddamn toes curling.
“Shit, Larenn. Why you fuck me better when you hate me, baby? Throw that fat muthafucka,” he egged, sending a firm smack to each cheek. He palmed her meaty ass with both hands to motion her on his dick swifter. “Tell daddy how good this dick feels. Let me hear you.”
“Daddy, yo dick so fucking good, I’m ‘bout to cum!”
“Mwen santi li. You holding me so fucking tight. Milk this dick dry and catch every drop.”
Her walls pulsated around him in response, and that was all he needed to feel for his balls to tighten before his pent-up aggression expelled from his body along with his nut. A careless act he’d avoided, outside of with his son’s mother when he was younger; he didn’t think twice about doing with Kennedy. She’d conditioned him to it like the shit was as normal as breathing to stay alive.
He didn’t have to wonder whether he beat her to the punch because her legs trembled against his sides, and she let out the sexiest moan as she slowed, gliding up his shaft a final time to expose her cream before landing on his dick like it was herpersonal throne. Relic didn’t rush her to get off since she’d staked her claim on it; it was hers.
“If life were simple, I could sit here all day. Since it’s not,” she started, climbing off him with a wince as his dick flopped onto his thigh. She fell on her back beside him and let her head roll in his direction before finishing, “Let’s put our emotions aside and focus on the bigger shit we have to deal with.”
“Emotions?”
She pursed her lips at his insistence on playing dumb. “Yes, emotions, Relic. The thing that convinced you to call my phone twenty times and then show up at my parent’s house like my dad wouldn’t shoot your ass. The thing that had you breaking shit and that’ll get you punched in your fucking face if you ever shove yo fingers up me again like you’re my gynecologist. Explain to me what happened at the restaurant.”
Immediate anger coursed through Relic as his niece’s screaming voice penetrated his thoughts, causing his body to grow rigid. His gaze cast up at the ceiling.
“I was followed there from the mall by Lomar’s sister and a few niggas. I peeped them in the garage but decided to deal with it later. I didn’t think they would double back for me with her in the car, but I was wrong.”
“Was anyone seriously hurt?”
“Navy has a broken arm because Drish dove on top of her once I called out for them to get her. He took a couple bullets to the leg and side, but he’ll be straight, and so will his pockets.”
“Damnit,” she panicked, combing a hand through her braids before she chewed her inner cheek.
Relic remained tight lipped and waited as his partner, his queen, calculated the risks while formulating a plan he hadn’t found time to map out because his mind refused to allow it. It chose to focus on his niece almost receiving his karma, and his sister-in-law going back to hating his guts because of his slip up.His brother had inadvertently done the one thing he’d avoided. Shabu gave him children and a wife to stress over. Relic liked it better when his brother had no kids and was dating a bitch he couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
“What’d you do about the restaurant?”
Agitation surfaced, setting Relic’s face into a scowl at Kennedy focusing on an item that was at the very bottom of his priorities list.
“I shut it down and had the windows boarded. That’s the only reason I left the hospital because Shabu wouldn’t stop bitching about it.”
“Okay, keep it shut down, and shut down the rest of the businesses, too.”
“Shut down the rest of what?”
Relic turned his ear to her like he’d heard her wrong. He knew exactly what she meant, but that would give the impression he feared niggas who’d feel him very fucking soon.
“And this is why the queen controls the board.” Her rejoinder coupled an eye roll before she sat up to hold her palm out before explaining, “We’re not running scared, so put your ego aside. We’re about to create the allusion that we are, though. Koda had a chess move he used called the fishing pole trap. What do you do when you fish, Relic?”
The analogy he quickly picked up on put a drawling smile on his face. “Bait them in.”
“Right! We’re about to have a blackout to let the opps believe they’ve won while we’re lining up for our counter attack,” she said, moving an imaginary piece to the center. “We just need a strong piece to help them get comfortable, so they’ll think they hold the upper hand, and then...” Her hand moved pieces on their end. “Your knight, or bishop, and pawns move in to do the rest.”
