Page 7 of Hooked On A California Kingpin

“Yeah.” He spoke into the phone as I tried to quiet my lustful thoughts, to ear hustle what his conversation was about. He walked away from the balcony and took a seat on the chaise that sat in the corner of our massive bedroom. Stretching his long caramel legs before him and laying his hand on his washboard abs had me licking my lips and thanking the man above.

“I thought you were coming to meet my parents.” A desperate bitch whined into the phone. All Inferno offered was a soft chuckle giving his answer.

“Listen, Inferno… I love you baby. I want us to work something out. This baby I’m carrying will bring us closer than you think.” She sobbed softly.

“The baby will bring me to become a good father. I don’t want to be your man Mi’elle. I’m the nigga that gives you good dick.” He looked over at me and winked his eyes and grabbed his juicy dick through his boxers causing me to squeeze my own thighs tight.

“Plus, I’ll be a married man soon.” My stomach dropped as he eyed me very carefully while tucking his juicy bottom lip into his mouth. “That baby ain’t mine, Mi’elle. I wrap up every time and even after I never leave the opportunity for a bitch to sneak and stuff my shit up their pussy. Once the DNA is cleared, I’ll be a distant memory for you.”

“Bye Malice.” She hung up. I didn’t know what to say so I busied myself with my phone. Inferno let out a deep chuckle and tossed his phone to the side as he laid his head back and sighed.

“Yeah.” Again, he answered his phone with agitation laced in his tone of voice. This was anytime we spent time together. His phone rang nonstop, somebody always needed something from him. His nonchalant attitude always made him appear like he didn’t give a fuck.

“Why you answering like that nigga.”

“Killa get to it nigga. I’m tryna relax for a couple of seconds before I start making moves in the city.” I slightly rolled my eyes at the sound of Killa’s voice.

“Her name is Queen; she owns a clinic off Rodeo called Sovereignty. In a couple of days, she supposes to celebrate her sister’s birthday at a club.”

“Bet, set me up an appointment at her clinic before it closes. The night of the celebration we snatch her ass up.”

“You not coming to the annual toy drive in south central today?” Killa asked sounding shocked.

“Do I ever?” Those thick sexy eyebrows of his raised and Killa chuckled into the phone. That was very likely of Inferno, he always gave back to the community and never boasted, or liked the attention that came with it. You would never catch this man on social media bragging and recording himself feeding the homeless. He loved staying anonymous for his own special reasons. I don’t even think he realized how big of a blessing he was to so many people.

“Bet nigga.” Killa caught on to Inferno’s silence and hung the phone up. Now those big two-toned eyes were focusing on me as he licked his full set of lips.

“You got something you need to be doing.” I already knew what that meant. My heart felt like it was starting to thump instead of beat normally. Why couldn’t he see that the only thing I wanted to do was him.

I was in love with him, from his natural curly lashes down to his big prominent beautiful eyes. The burnt mark along his chiseled jawline added roughness to his perfect-looking face.

Inferno stood and slid his boxers down then walked across the room dick limp and all swinging with precision hitting his muscular thighs. He paused in front of the mirror to take in his appearance then looked at me. His eyes swept over me fast, I wished I could read his thoughts to somehow know what it was he was thinking.

“You about to leave.” I held my breath.

“No, I want to fuck you, feed you, then go over the numbers.” His smile always looked like a sneer, but it still fit him. Our friendship meant everything to me, but I still wanted more. I wanted to be his woman.

“Come shower with me.” He disappeared into the bathroom. Shortly after, I heard the shower water start up. Being apart of Inferno’s Syndicate came with lots of benefits. I was his accountant and close friend. I watched him mature even more over the years. With each year that went by my feelings blossomed even more for him. My loyalty was a hundred percent and I dedicated myself to him and only him. Inferno was hot and cold with affection, most times he appeared as a friend but days like this felt like he was something more. All of his close comrades respected me except one, most assumed that I was the main lady in his life which felt good.

“Kenya, out of your thoughts. A lot has to be done today.” That never changed, things had to be done everyday. I played my role well in this business that I had going with Inferno. I played his assistant, accountant, friend, and fuck buddy, I also created plenty of ways to clean up lots of his money. The list was long when it came to the things I had to do for this Syndicate. My bank account was laced, and I had no complaints. I liked to believe that I was the main leading lady in his life but deep down I knew at any given moment that could change with the snap of his burnt rough fingertips.

I strip down where I stood and walked slowly into the bathroom, I counted each second, careful not to make him wait a moment too long. Was this what my life consisted of? Should I be shameful to willingly give myself to a man that didn’t want me in the same ways that I wanted him. Sometimes it was so painful that I had to force my own tears down. I made my bed and had to lay in it. Showing too much emotion would make him push back from me. I already had to keep my chin lifted up when I knew of the nights that he chose to lay with someone else.

Inferno was a lot of things and people from the outside looking in felt like he lived up to his government name a hundred percent. Malice was cold and very calculated with everything he did. I never saw the killer side of him, but I saw it in his eyes when someone had him vexed. I’d heard horrific stories on the news, and they just could never place a face with the crime scene. Somehow, I always knew that it was him. Anything connected with arson and a person being burnt alive always had something to do with Inferno.

I stepped behind him in the shower and softly placed my hands flat on his well-defined back which had several tattoos covering up his rugged toffee skin tone. He turned around to face me, with a hard soapy dick. I slowly dropped down to my knees and allowed the water to wash away the soap before I took the head into my mouth. Closing my eyes and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I relaxed a little and breathed through my nose.

Inferno’s sex drive was impeccable for a thirty-two-year-old man, his sperm tasted good without any disgusting aftertaste. Whenever I sucked his beautiful long dick, I did it with pride like I was trying to win the best-sucking dick award. I wanted him to always remember me and never forget who brought him down to the best orgasm. Looking down at his pedicured toes, I smiled on the inside as they curled. Hearing the animalistic grunts encouraged me to go harder. I gathered more salvia and left it idle in my throat as I swallowed and gargled his dick.

“Fuck Monroe, ease the fuck up.” He gritted but I wouldn’t in fact, I could feel the veins in his shaft swell up on top of my tongue and got super excited. Before I could trace my tongue down to his tight balls, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up to my feet.

Placing a soft kiss to my forehead we stared at one another for a couple of seconds. I wanted to get emotional, but I was too afraid to show the worry in my eyes. I couldn’t ignore the fact that he mentioned marriage. How could he decide to get married when he was currently staring at me like I was the only woman in his life that he wanted to commit to?

Still saying nothing, he lifted my one hundred and fifty pounds with ease. My legs spread wide open for him as he entered me raw. Dick feeling me to the brim, the pleasure out-weighed the pain from his long length inside of me.

“Uhhhh, baby.” I fought to catch my breath and close my mouth, but I just couldn’t.

“Mmmhmm.” His sex face was so fucking sexy it made my pussy contract even more around his girth. The only thing that could be heard was our skin slapping and my pussy spitting out for him and only him.