Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Perrae
My head bobbed up and down and sloppily over Fortune’s big ass dick. That man was highly blessed and favored by the gods. I couldn’t stop savoring him if I wanted to.
That dick had a hold on me. He was hung, thick as hell, and draped in thick veins. Yeah, Fortune had that bully dick. I knew the moment we got undressed, those back shots would be out of this world.
Fortune’s hands found my head, and he fucked my mouth nice and slow. His big body moved like water. Oh, we were about to have some fun tonight.
I licked from the base to the tip, sucking harder and fondling his balls. I added the right amount of pressure because Fortune pulled me up and stood.
There was a deadly look in his eyes as he hefted me up. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist. We never broke eye contact.
“Perrae, I’m telling you now. The moment I take you up those stairs and I enter you, there ain’t no going back to just dating. You are all mine. Mine. Am I clear?”
I nodded. “Yes, I understand. I am yours, and you are most certainly mine.”
Fortune stared at me for a few seconds. There was something heavy on his mind. It looked as if he struggled to speak his mind, but I wouldn’t force him.
“I’m playing for keeps, Perrae. Remember that.”
“I will, baby.”
Fortune crashed his mouth hard and rough against mine. My lips throbbed but painfully good. He walked up the stairs and to my bedroom without breaking our connection.
My pussy pulsed and it felt damn near like it vibrated. I was hotter than fish grease. I needed Fortune every way possible.
He placed me on the bed and stripped out of his clothes. My eyes zeroed in on his dick. That heavy mass bounced in my face like a ping-pong ball.
Fortune walked up to me and removed my items slow yet sensually. It seemed as if he wanted to absorb every second of this moment. Once I was a naked canvas on my bed, he lowered in front of me and ate my kitty like a starved man.
“Oh damn!” I yelped as my back swiftly landed on my bed.
His strong arms wrapped around my thighs while his tongue took a deep swipe between my folds. Oh shit! Fortune had my heart racing, pussy throbbing, and forehead perspiring.
I’d never been eaten like a seafood boil before. That was a first for me. My hands gripped the back of his neck. I threw my pussy in his face so he could savor every area.
“Fuck, baby. Keep going!” I encouraged him.
The sounds of his pussy smacking filled the room. That made my orgasm rise higher. My legs shook. The sensations that hit my clit from his tongue vibrating against it, brought that old feeling back.
My back arched from the bed. “Fuck! I’m cummin’!”
Fortune went harder. His mouth suctioned even more of my pussy in. I guess he wanted to consume every drop of my essence. His grip eased up as he licked and sucked more of my juices down his throat.
Finally, Fortune released me. He wiped down his thick beard and slowly climbed over me. “You taste so fuckin’ good. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. I need more of you, beautiful.”
Fortune kissed me hard again, aiming his large erection at my opening. He rocked back and forth, easing that monster inside me. There was a lot of resistance. His meaty tip pierced my opening first. He growled lowly.
“Shit!” I was tight. As drenched as my pussy was, there was a burning feeling that followed.
Fortune kept going until he pushed himself all the way through. He clung to my pillows. My nails raked across his back, trying to alleviate as much pain as I could.
“Are you okay, baby? Do you want to stop?” Fortune queried, gazing into my eyes.
“I’m good, love. Keep going.”
“My girl.” Fortune leaned down and took hold of my mouth. We sloppily kissed, tongues swirling around each other, as his dick slid in and out of me.
His movements were so fluid. The only reason I felt his strokes was because of the ridges on his dick. I gripped the back of his neck with my other arm around his waist, locking Fortune in place.
Even on the bottom, I wasn’t a lazy lover. I thrust my pelvis forward, matching his movements. His strokes seemed to amplify.
“Fuck, girl. Just like that.” Fortune sped up his movements, delivering deeper strokes that tapped my spot.
Just like that, my orgasm hit me full force. My body vibrated and legs shook. That euphoric feeling washed over me and reminded me why I missed sex.
Once my body calmed down, I switched our positions. It was my turn to lead. Fortune smirked.
He slapped my ass, and it jiggled. “Do yo’ shit.”
“Trust me. I plan to.” My pussy throbbed from that pop on my ass. I started off slow, adjusting to his length. Once I was used to his size, it was game on.
I gripped Fortune’s throat, and his brow rose. Yeah, I was like that. My tongue slid across my top lip sexily. The devilish grin that spread across his face was all the motivation I needed to go crazy.
Just like I used to do, I bounced around his dick until all he had was ass in his face.
“Gahdamn! Go crazy, baby.”
I made my ass clap, which made Fortune grip my waist. He pounded into me, delivering deadly, deep strokes.
“Oh damn! Damn!” I panted desperately. I could feel him in my stomach, especially in the position we were in.
My grip tightened on his ankles for balance. I went between twerking and clapping my ass cheeks. It was my secret combo. What I didn’t anticipate was his pussy play.
Fortune toyed with my clit, catching me off guard, and making me cum instantly. His fingers strummed my clit like a guitar. My juices continued to run down my leg. I was tired, but I kept going.
Fortune went harder until his own orgasm kick-started. I felt his body tense under mine. “Shit! I'm cummin’!”
I rode him harder and faster until his body gave out. His dick slid out, and I turned and collapsed on his chest. My eyes grew heavy as I stared at him.
Fortune's eyes grew heavy, and so did the weight around my waist. All I wanted was a little rest before I handled my after-care sex routine, but the sound of my own snores filled my ears.
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As I walked to my car, I rubbed the back of my neck. I was so tired. My fingers throbbed and feet ached. All I wanted was a warm bath and a glass of wine.
I worked longer hours during the summertime since I had a little more freedom in my schedule. Dropping the kids off at school and having to pick them up would often slow me down.
My parking lot was completely empty. Once my staff cleaned, they left about two hours ago. I had to stay behind to complete payroll. When it came to paying my staff, I made sure to never shortchange them or make them wait until the end of the day to get their checks.
All those deposits were scheduled and ready to be released in the morning. Tiredly, I pointed my key fob at my car. I froze mid step when my headlights flashed. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
My steps slightly faltered as I ran to my car and examined it. The word whore was spray-painted all over my car, the tires were completely flat, and key marks trailed along the doors. What in the entire fuck?
This had to have happened well after my team left because they would’ve run and told me.
Something wasn’t right. I’d been in this neighborhood for a few years now and never endured anything like this before.
And to call me a whore was crazy because I wasn’t sleeping around with any other men besides Fortune.
I whipped out my phone and snapped pictures of all the damage that had been done. Who? Why? I had no enemies. As I called the police, I pondered how I had no enemies.
The moment that idea surfaced, I had an inkling of who it was. Myron. He was the only likely suspect. We beefed harder than two all beef patties.
I rattled off all the information they needed and hung up. A glass bottle rolled on the ground. It had that distinct sound.
My head snapped to the end of the parking lot. Fear gripped me, but it didn’t paralyze me. At the end of the lot stood a tall figure, dressed in all black and hidden from the oversized hoodie he wore.
His hands were hidden from the black gloves he wore. I couldn’t make out if it was Myron or someone else. The best thing to do was head back inside.
My gun was holstered on my side. I’d blow that bitch if that nigga jumped at me. Right now, I had to remain calm and get myself to safety.
Stoically, I took backwards steps to my salon. He crept forward. I stopped. He stopped. What the fuck did this nutcase want?
I started to walk backwards again when that maniac ran at me in full speed. Shit! I dropped my bags and pulled my gun out. Without a second thought, I fired at him.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Argh!” he yelled and gripped his arm. However, that maniac continued to pursue me.
That nigga was out here like Jason and Michael Myers. He needed to be stopped. I exhaled and aimed at his leg.
Pop!
My bullet pierced his thigh. He stopped and fell to his knees. Yes! I cheered internally.
I grabbed my bags, removed my keys, and instantly entered my salon. My fingers raced over my security pad and secured my sanity. I dropped my belongings and called Fortune.
He answered on the first ring. I ran down what happened. The sound of him shuffling around then hauling ass into his truck could be heard on my end.
Fortune told me not to open the door unless it was the police or him. I agreed and put my phone on speaker. My heart raced as I paced my floor back and forth. I couldn’t believe someone just tried to kill me. If I didn’t have my weapon, there was no telling what would’ve happened.
My body vibrated. I could hear the police sirens in the distance, but I wouldn’t feel myself again until I was in Fortune’s arms. The sirens grew closer, and their red and blue lights filled my salon.
Hurriedly, I walked to the door and peered out of it. The two uniformed cops exited their vehicle and walked toward me. I walked out and greeted them.
“Evening, Officers. I’m Perrae Powers and I made the call. Over there is my vehicle. It’s completely ruined. However, there’s more.”
“Evening, ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant, and this is my partner, Officer Garner. Are you hurt anywhere?” he probed.
“I’m not hurt physically, but mentally and emotionally is a different story.”
“That’s understandable. I see your car is totally wrecked, but what’s the more you speak of? What else happened?” Officer Garner quizzed. They walked over to my car, flashing their lights over it with me in tow.
I exhaled. “After I made the call to y’all, I heard a bottle roll. I looked up, and a hooded figure stood right over there at the end of the lot.” I pointed in that direction.
Both officers turned and looked then focused their attention on me. “What happened after that?” Officer Bryant queried. His flashlight roamed over the ground and stopped at a few droplets of blood.
“I slowly walked back to my salon when that person lunged full speed at me. I’m a legal concealed carrier. I hit him in his shoulder to slow his movements down, but he continued to pursue me. I fired and shot him in his thigh.
“After that, I ran back inside and locked the doors. I called my boyfriend. I’ve been waiting on you guys the remainder of time.” I released another deep breath.
Officer Bryant noted my statements in his notepad. Officer Garner pulled on blue medical gloves and collected samples of the blood found at the scene. Screeching tires filled the lot. We all looked up instantly, but it was only Fortune.
His customized black truck swiftly turned into the first empty spot before he hauled ass to me.
“Do you know this man?” Officer Bryant questioned.
I could see why he was concerned. Fortune was a big man in height and size. Niggas with them maintained prison bodies hit different. Fortune’s fitness routine was rigorous, and he never missed a day of it.
“Yes. I know him. This is my boyfriend, Fortune Makers.”
Officer Bryant went back to what he was doing. I faced Fortune and basked in his tight embrace. “Thank you so much for coming. I’m so grateful you’re here.”
“Baby, stop saying thank you. I’m your man. It’s my job to be here and support.”
Fortune released me partially. His hands cradled my face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
I shook my head. “Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, yes. It’s been a minute since I fired my weapon. I didn’t feel good about it, but I’m glad to be alive, that’s for sure.”
“That’s my girl. Always shoot first and ask questions after. We’re going to get through this. I promise you we are.”
I nodded. My tears had finally fallen. I was in my safe space, so I could do so. Fortune was my safe space for sure. “I hear you and believe you.”
Fortune pulled me back in his arms. “Please believe me, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I believe it, love.”
A throat cleared, and both of us looked at the officers. “Ma’am, by any chance, did you see the face of your attacker? Do you have any leads on who it can be?”
“I didn’t see the person’s face because they wore a large hood, but from the build, it was definitely a man. He was tall, medium build, with broad shoulders. As far as enemies goes, I don’t have any, but my neighbor and I are on bad terms.
“I’ve made reports of his rude, aggressive, and violent behavior.
I recently had cameras installed in my home because I had no video footage proof that it was him sabotaging my property besides what my gut instincts told me.
I know actual proof of my neighbor committing those acts would help.
There are cameras here, though, but again, they won’t show his face because of his hood.
I’ll provide the footage for you all,” I affirmed.
“That would be great. Also, I’m sorry about your neighbor. Can you provide his name and your address? We’ll look into this matter for you,” Officer Bryant voiced.
“Thank you, guys. I’ll get that footage for you,” I replied. I gave them Myron’s name and retrieved the footage from my office. After a few more questions, the officers left.
Triple D Towing arrived and towed my car to my dealership. I hated to be in this bind. My car wasn’t brand new, but she was a luxury model. I’d have to get a loaner until further notice.
Fortune drove me home. I walked up the driveway and froze for the second time tonight. Fortune’s big body bumped into mine because I’d stopped so fast.
The word whore was written on my fence. It was spray painted in the same color that was on my car. That bitch.
It was him. He knew my cameras wouldn’t pick him up spraying on the outside of the fence. However, what he didn’t anticipate was that my cameras picked up every time he left his home.
Rage had filled me. I was no longer tired. Myron barked up the wrong fuckin’ tree. I’d get my revenge back. He just didn’t know what was about to hit him.