Epilogue
August
The sun rays ate my back up, but I didn’t give a fuck.
My shattered kneecap ached while a deep arch was in my back, just so I could sling all my unruly inches of thickness into my five-weeks pregnant wife of three days.
My back burned, and my knee screamed for me to give my sex apology a rest could kiss my ass.
Mona deserved nothing but the best sex apology until my eyes closed for life.
Sometimes, words weren’t needed. Actions were.
Digging her nails into the back of my hands, Mona sweetly but hungrily moaned, “Oh, shit, Auggie, keep stroking that spot just like that.”
“You sure you’on mind me modifyin’ it?” I asked, leaning to the left and still clawing in the pussy. Not a dangerous, make-the-pussy ache type of crawling, but slow, explorative. I didn’t leave a piece of the pussy untouched.
Flatlining against the crumpled, wet sheets, Mona’s right eyelid flapped like the leaves on the trees on the beautiful island we were on. Breathlessly, she articulated, “Oh, shittt.”
Licking my lips, I rose off her. Still, I danced in the pussy, but the headboard called her name. I needed to grab that motherfucka because I didn’t have a cane or crutch to help me navigate our honeymoon spot.
“Ahhooooou, this pussy is finna erupt,” she screeched, pussy suckling my dick like a vacuum cleaner sucking up trash.
“That’s the requirement. Buss so many times that she know she better never let another nigga try to approach you,” I moaned as her pussy started with the tantrum shit. At the same time, my knee barked for me to relax my leg and soon.
Gazing at her vomiting pussy, I coached, “Yeahhh, baze me bald, thick, tasty motherfucka you.”
Thump.
“August,” Mona growled, pussy still squirting and clenching.
As she shot her eyes at me, I sincerely said, “I’m sorry. Will you forgive me fo’ drivin’ you to the headboard without makin’ sho’ you bumped yo’ head?”
Face softening as her stomach sank chronically, she nodded slowly and cooed, “Yes, I forgive you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, sliding my fingers from hers.
“You are welcome,” she gasped as I slid much of the wet fucka out of her.
Keeping my eyes on the thrusting woman who was and would always be my forever, I rocked my neck from side to side. Stretching my arms, getting my body ready for a position I wouldn’t dare see myself in without clothes, I looked at the scrunched-faced woman.
“Oh fuck, August,” Mona moaned, increasing her thrusts.
“Get that head, guh. Get that … fuckin’ head, Mona,” I groaned, needing to prepare her for what she was about to see more so than how much she would feel.
I wanted her to catch her nut, but the sharp pain jumping around my knee caused me to put all my weight on my left leg. I swallowed my grimace as I rose on my tiptoes, allowing a tad bit more dick to slide off in the fast thrusting, shaking woman.
“Mona, I need you to stop,” I groaned as she started pussy popping and rolling on the dick.
“Jesussss,” I hissed, toes curling.
“Mona, my knee achin’ like a motherfucka. I need you to stop fo’ a few seconds. Just a few seconds,” I spoke a little clearer and louder.
“Okay,” she whimpered, stopping.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome,” she panted.
Embarrassed a bit, but remembering she was my wife, I exhaled.
“So, um, while I was on a hiatus an’ durin’ trainin’, I had to learn how to maneuver ‘round the pain aches. I love missionary sex, an’ I ain’t want to give it up.
So, another way of providin’ you ultimate amazin’ bomb dick surfaced.
Don’t laugh. Just wait ‘til after we grease our child’s scalp. A’ight?”
Furrowing her eyebrows, she said, “August, if you’on give me this damn dick anyway you see fit with that shattered and pinned into a ponytail knee, I know something.”
I propped my foot on the board like a bitch extended her right leg to flop her ass. Mona howled in laughter until I bit my bottom lip and started cooking the pussy.
“Huh?” she asked, ugly as I remembered everything the stripper chick taught me about my body, balance, and the remembrance of what The Uncircumcised King taught me.
“Yeahhh, this ponytail knee got you quiet as fuck. That mean, it’s time fo’ me to rock you an’ our kid into slobber land.
I gotta snap a nigga neck, chop off his ring fingers, an’ seal up the souvenirs.
That shit gotta go back to Chief.” I smiled, caressing her titties and sliding my dick in and out of her like I swept seasoned olive oil on well-rinsed off chicken thighs—slow and precise.
“Gotdamn, I need this ponytail knee dick all the time. My God. This dick is combing this pink motherfucka. Ooou, I’m not hiding a criminal.
But I surely want to hide how the Dick Police is not leaving one damn pink spot untouched,” Mona whimpered, matching my rhythm while bringing her legs to her jaws.
“Oooohhh, Mona, you must ain’t hear me say I gotta snap a nigga neck, collect his ring fingers, an’ seal that shit up,” I groaned, leaning onto her, ready to play hopscotch in the pussy.
“Oh, trust me, Captain Enforcer, I heard you. I brought my legs to my cheeks so you can nut in me, handle your job, and come back to curl up with us,” she stammered as her pussy suckled my dick harder.
“You tellin’ me to beat the pussy?” I asked, ensuring I understood her message well.
“Ab-so-fucking-lutely.” She nodded, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs into a full split.
“Shid, I’m so glad you said that. If yo’ ass had said, no, an’ did this … you woulda been mad as fuck,” I replied, sliding my right leg higher up the headboard.
“I love you,” she cooed, eyes sparkling.
“I love you,” I admitted, leaving at least three inches of space between us.
“Us forever,” she moaned as I slid my dick out.
“Fuck yes, us forever. No mishaps. No mo’ pain. Yo’ fairytale hood endin’ has arrived. I’mma see you when yo’ left eye crack open, you smile, an’ slam that eyelid shut,” I declared lovingly in position to gun the pussy down until I busted and her eyelids flatlined.
Sixty strokes later, Mona’s sweaty body relaxed against the sheets. My sweat dropped on her chest as I panted and jumped my dick a few times to shake out the lazy sperm.
“Mmm,” Mona whimpered, eyelids shutting. “Go chop that bitch’s fingers off, snap his neck, an’ get back here so Mrs. August Abbott can complete her job. That’s to ensure his fingers are well-wrapped and placed into the lint roller brush.”
Sliding out of her, I laughed and kissed her chest.
Standing over my pleased woman, I compassionately confessed, “Thank you fo’ givin’ me another chance.
We never stood a chance, but this time …
we stand all the damn chances ‘cause I ain’t got nobody in our presence who gon’ fuckin’ lie to or withhold information from us.
I chose this life ‘cause knowin’ certain shit an’ still doing the same shit an’ being ‘round the same people wasn’t enough.
All the old had to go, so you can reap the benefits of a new life, new you, new me, an’ supportive new people.
So, I had to lose Momma in the process. That old life would’ve sent me spiralin’, every time I saw King, Kingdon, or Kingsley.
They got kids who I love. So, I did the best thing fo’ everybody. Bowed out of their lives, ruthlessly.”
Once I carefully descended from the bed, I slid the sheet to her titties and kissed her lips. Walking away, she cooed, “Thank you for telling me exactly how you came to your decision. Snap his neck … like aht aht.”
Shaking my head, I walked to the bathroom and laughed. “A’ight.”
Twenty minutes later, I walked down the newly cemented pavement where the biggest Italian target chilled, thinking he was out of Chief’s path.
Smiling like the cheery fake fucka I was yesterday while talking to Bango’s great uncle, who didn’t display that he hated Black folks, I wanted to laugh at the idiot who had no idea a great deal of his bloodline would fall the moment I returned his fingers to Chief.
Once the news spread like wildfire that the Italian boss was found murdered in a villa in St. Lucia, The Elite Exterminators would swoop in, ending some shit that should’ve never began.
“Ah, Mr. Tibit, care to go golfing with me?” the Italian fucka asked, jarring me from my thoughts.
Seeing that I was beside his hiding spot’s porch, I smiled and nodded. “Sure, why not?”
“Perfect,” the fake teeth fucka clapped, standing. “Come on up. Let’s have a drink before we have a few rounds. Bourbon is what you like, right?”
“Right,” I replied, eager to slide my hands into the black gloves at the bottom of the knee-length, black cargo shorts.
“How’s the honeymoon treating you and Mrs. Tibit?” he asked, leading me into the glassed-out villa that resembled the one Mona and I were in.
“It’s treating us very well,” I answered, wiggling my fingers in the gloves as he looked at me. Suspicion crowded his face. I loved it so much that I winked, slow and long.
“Hidey ho.” I grinned, causing his face to grow pale.
Fear rolled around his light brown eyes while stuttering, “She … she….”
Gritting my teeth, I slapped my hands around his neck, shoved him into the wall, and hissed, “Un-fuckin’-touchable. Night night.”
One hard yank to the left, his neck cracked.
To ensure his neck was good and gotdamn broken, I yanked that fatty shit to the right.
His neck was loosey goosey. Pleased with the ugliness of his neck, I stepped on his hands, removed the snack-sized plastic bag, kneeled, and clipped off his left ring finger.
Shortly after slipping the short shit in the bag, I severed his right ring finger.
Standing, I dropped Chief’s souvenirs in the bag, rolled that shit up tight, and left the villa the same way I came in.