As if catching my breath was the last thing that he wanted to give to me, he ended up lifting me up, and he turned my body around, so that my back was facing him. He slapped me on my right leg, and I knew that that was his way of telling me to lift my leg up and place my foot on the edge of the tub. I did just that, and I hunched over, put my arch as deep as it could go, and I was able to look ahead of me, where the mirrors were in the bathroom, and I had the perfect view of us. Loco was much taller than me, so as he stood, he towered over me.
He leaned his head down, and he started placing kisses on the back of my neck, my back, and down to my ass cheeks. I moaned with each kiss that he delivered my way. He eventually stood up, and he used his fingers, inserting them inside me from the back. Even his fingers felt amazing, so I was nonstop moaning, eyes closed, loving that. He slowly used his fingers to finger fuck me from the back, and right when it started to feel good, he took them out, and with just his index finger, he was able to use my juices that coated his finger, slowly slip it inside my ass, where I tensed up a little bit, wanting to reach back and push his hands out, but when that dick slipped inside my other hole, my body shook, feeling as if I was having spasms, and I was honestly experiencing something that I couldn’t explain.
I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or moan, so I fucked around and did both, all the while, trying to put my leg down, but he slapped my thigh with his free hand, not allowing me to drop it.
“Leave that shit right where the fuck I told you to put it. Come on. Fuck me back. Do that shit nasty baby,” he was in my ear, talking that shit. It was hard to keep up with him because I was feeling pressure, and pain, but it felt good.
“Locooooo…. Papi, I feel itttttt,” I whined to him, turning my head around, looking at the way he was behind me, destroying my pussy.
“What you feel beautiful? Talk to me,” he said it as if he didn’t know the shit that he was behind me doing.
“Te amo… Papi. Te amo,” I moaned. (I love you… papi. I love you). I couldn’t even answer the question that he’d just asked me because that dick had my mind gone, and all over the place.
“I know you do, baby. I love you more. Let me tell you something,” he said, pulling me into him, having my back slam into his chest, and with the hand that wasn’t slowly going in and out of my ass, he put it on my flat stomach, and his lips made its way to my ear. He kissed it, licked around it, and he released a deep breath.
“One more baby won’t hurt us, right?” he asked, working his way to finding my spot, so that’s why he knew to ask me this shit right now. He knew that I would agree to it.
“Locoooo,” it was hard for me to form sentences right now.
“Nah. You gotta answer that. Will another baby hurt us? Have one more, Uzi,” he found my spot, drilling on it quick, and deep.
“Okayyyyyy…. Baby okayyy…. Ima cum againnnn,” I warned him, trying to run from it because the pressure was out of this world, but his ass wouldn’t let me.
He continued beating on my spot, making me cum so hard, and I could feel him behind me grunting, and moments later, his warm nut started entering into me. He allowed every drop to slip inside of me, and once he lowered my leg down, that’s when I turned around in his arms, wrapped my arms around hisneck, while I laid my head on his chest, trying to catch my damn breath.
He gave me forehead kisses, as he massaged my ass cheeks. He then took his hands off my ass, only so that he could slip them up my back, cuff my head into his hands, forcing me to look up at him. I loved this man so much. I really wasn’t an emotional person at all. I only got emotional when it came to my man, and my kids. To know that I was big, bad Uzi, but I’ll have moments when I’ll get around my man like this, and I’ll find myself getting in my feelings because all these years later, and I still loved him the way that I did. My husband made me so happy. I felt like I was doing life with my best friend.
“That dick was so good baby,” I had to let him know.
“We ain’t finished yet. Just taking a little intermission. I’m letting you catch your breath. I gotta eat that pussy next. You know we can’t wrap this shit up until I taste you. Then, I wanna fuck some more on the counter. We can do that, or you throwing the towel in?” he asked me.
“We can do that,” I agreed and that was music to his ears because he ended up smiling.
The things he told me he was going to do to me, he did it. I’m talking, bent me back over in this tub, and he ate me for ten minutes straight. I came twice. My second orgasm sent me to tears.
When he finished, he lifted me up, taking me over to the counter, just like he told me he would, and he beat my pussy up until I had to cry for him to stop. Everything after that counter was a damn blur. I remember bits and pieces of being carried to the shower, my body getting washed off by him, and somehow, I’d made it to the bed. I never got the chance to go into lil Loco’s room, so that I could help him pick out an outfit for tomorrow, either. I would just have to do it in the morning. The shit thisman had done to me in here tonight, I was no good for the rest of the night.
Chapter 10
Riot St. James
Dolo wanted me to report to him tonight at 9:00 P.M. I’d just finished up in the bathroom, showering and everything, and now I was standing in my bedroom, with the closet door open, scanning, trying to find something to throw on. I knew that I would be working tonight, so I didn’t want to put anything on that was too over the top. I wanted to be chill. Kind of like how my attire always is, but I wanted to be even chiller.
I pulled out the fit that made the most sense, which was a gray track suit from Nike. I pulled it out, tossed it on the bed, and I scanned the shoes that I had laid out perfectly on my closet floor, trying to see which shoes I wanted to pair with the outfit tonight. I was a sneaker head.
I loved anything Nike, Jordan, Asics, and even converse. The day I was able to get my own crib; I wanted a room that would be just for my sneakers. I had small feet for my age. Wearing a four in kids, so with that, it’s always been easy to find shoes in my size. Most women would prefer to have a nice designer bag, but for me, I loved to have a nice sneaker collection. I loved the style that I had. It was very tomboyish, but I knew how to dress it up sometimes, and make it look sexy. I didn’t do dresses like thatthough. I really can’t tell you the last time that I wore a dress, or a skirt. The most I would do was wear a crop top, maybe some little booty shorts, or some skintight jeans, but dresses, heels, and skirts has never been my thing.
I went ahead and removed the towel that I had wrapped around my body. There was lotion that I had sitting on the nightstand, so I used it to rub it over my body, and I slipped into a pair of boy short underwear, a bra, and I went for the Nike track bottoms that had a loose fit. I put the jacket on next, and as I was going through my top drawer to pull out a pair of socks, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I knew that it was Ari knocking because she was the only one home. Amir was with his dad. She probably was coming in, letting me know that she was getting ready to head out for work.
“It’s open,” I called out, letting her know.
She walked in moments later, and she was dressed up. She looked pretty, just as she always did. Her make-up was perfectly done, her outfit was cute, and her hair looked nice.
“What’s up? I’m about to head out. Where you getting ready to go?” she asked me, posted up on the wall, with her arms crossed, waiting for me to answer her question.
“Out,” I said, keeping my answer short with her. When I did that, she laughed, while rolling her eyes at me.
“I’m the last one that you have to be so fuckin secretive with Riot, and you know that. I’ll take your secrets to the grave. Where you going? Just for me to have some kind of peace of mind, knowing that your safe while I’m at work tonight,” she explained.
