28. Crackhead Chronicles
Crackhead Chronicles
Crackhead Chronicles
Knox
“Okay. Tell me again—one more time.”
“You said that the last time,” I said with a huff, snatching another slice of pizza from the box.
My ego is bruised beyond repair. My wife won’t stop laughing at the fact that I was roundhouse kicked by a crackhead at the tender age of twelve, and Vince’s pizza is infinitely better than mine. Of course, I’ll never admit that.
I told her it reminded me of frozen supermarket pizza, and she expressed that I was a liar and the truth wasn’t in me.
As she would say, I stood on business. I reiterated that the pizza was garbage while secretly signing up for the subscriber list to keep up-to-date with the restaurant and to score discount coupons.
What my wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
“This is the last time; I promise I won’t ask again.”
I sighed in annoyance and discarded the pizza on my plate.
“I came out of my favorite bodega after purchasing baseball cards and found a disheveled woman—”
“You know what? You deserved to get your ass kicked for trying to fight a woman.”
“That’s it. I’m done,” I announced, leaving the couch with my pizza.
Her laughter followed me into the kitchen, and the source of that laughter soon made its unwelcome arrival when she joined me at the kitchen sink.
My mind swiftly changed when she wrapped her arms around my midsection and leaned into my back.
Her body heat penetrated my shirt, reminding me of all those sleepless nights on the island.
There was no doubt she’d keep me toasty through the winter.
“Oh?” I said when one of her hands slid into my sweats.
Her fingers circled my erection, and she stroked me languidly from the base to the tip.
“Aht, aht, aht; get back to those dishes,” she ordered, squeezing her grip, nearly making my knees buckle.
I cleared my throat before asking, “Does my domestic labor turn you on?”
“It does, but this has nothing to do with that. This is me thanking you for dropping everything to see about me and an apology for laughing at your crackhead chronicles.”
“As far—”
Shit, I can barely think.
“As far as your sisters go, you don’t have to thank me for that, but if you think a hand job is enough to earn my forgiveness, then you have another thing coming.”
She bit the shell of my ear. I shuddered.
“Wash those dishes faster, Gio. I’ll be upstairs waiting for you,” she whispered, giving me a final squeeze before sauntering away.
I finished the dishes in two minutes flat and took the elevator to the second floor.
I entered our bedroom and found her gloriously naked and bent over the bed with her hands firmly planted on the mattress.
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her rounded ass perched in the air.
My fingers skimmed the smooth flesh that felt like the finest satin before grabbing a handful of ass and pushing her forward.
I spread her cheeks and lost myself in the view.
She was already slick and juicy for me, dripping with need.
A soft moan escaped her lips when I penetrated her with my fingers.
“Tori, give me a preview, baby,” I urged.
She looked over her shoulder, made eye contact, and took my fingers.
She rocked back and forth on my digits, slicking and coating them with her arousal.
This went on for a few minutes until her arousal leaked from my fingers down my palm and wrist, and her moans became drawn out and more frequent.
With fervor, I abandoned my shirt, shucked off my sweats, and kicked them away before she warned me.
“Let me do the work. The last thing I need is you dying on top of me.”
“The best way to go if you ask me,” I said as I lined myself up.
“You’ve always been a selfish pig,” she responded as she eased back on my engorged dick.
“You talk too much. Tilt your head back for me.”
She did, and I didn’t hesitate to slip my pussy-flavored coated fingers into her big ass mouth. She hummed appreciatively around my fingers as she fucked me.
“You like how you taste?” I asked through gritted teeth. The urge to take over and fuck the daylights out of her was overwhelming.
“Mhmmm,” she responded, her hum vibrating around my fingers.
“You sound so convincing. I think I need a taste, too.” I wrenched my fingers from her mouth and slipped them into mine, sampling the last bit of her before probing her back door. She stuttered to a near stop. “Keep going; don’t stop,” I pushed, spitting on her hole.
I thumbed her asshole, and with each backstroke, the tip of my thumb sank further and further until I was past the first knuckle.
“Fuck,” I muttered when her backstrokes started to sting my thighs, and my orgasm began to creep up.
Fuck it. She can be mad at me later.
I grabbed her shoulders for leverage and slammed into her.
She yelped before burying her face in the comforter.
I fucked her senselessly, not giving a damn about the consequences, and brought us both to completion a minute later.
My chest heaved as my balls drained, and Victoria lost her footing and collapsed against the bed.
I pulled out, slapped her ass, and watched as my cum leaked out of her.
“Gi—”
“Shut up. It’s your fault for having life-risking pussy. Let’s hit the shower.”
* * *
“Can we talk?” Victoria asked in the darkness.
“No.”
“I’m being serious, Gio.”
“Me too. I’m sleeping.”
“I think we should open up the relationship.”
I beg your finest pardon?!
I sat up as if ejected from the mattress and turned the side table lamp on.
“I’m sorry, Victoria. These old ears aren’t what they used to be. What the hell did you just say?”
“I’m sleeping,” she replied with a devious smirk. I picked up my pillow, held it inches from her face, shook it, and returned it behind my head. “What the hell was that?”
“Me briefly pretending to suffocate you. What do you wish to discuss?”
“Okay, psycho. I want to tell you about something else regarding my sisters.”
Here we fucking go.
“You know how you told me to check my credit report when we realized my documents were missing?”
“Let me guess, they drove your credit into the ground.”
“You’d be correct. I have a 289 credit score. Do you still love me?”
“Yeesh, that changes things. My feelings suddenly aren’t as strong for you as they were two minutes ago.” She pinched my side until I wriggled away from her.
“Be serious, Gio.”
“What the hell do I care about your credit score, and fuck those bitches. I’m convinced your mother spread her legs for the devil, not once, but twice.” Victoria snorted, but I was serious. “Tell me why they hate you so much.”
“It’s not that crazy of a story. Hope and Faith have the same father, and he cut out when they were young. My mother remarried, and I came along when Hope was seven and Faith was five years old. My father was good to them, but always doted on me.”
“Favoritism?”
“Unfortunately. He didn’t shun them, but…”
“His actions made it clear that there was a difference between his stepchildren and his biological daughter.”
“And ever since I can remember, my sisters treated me like shit, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them.
Any child would feel jealousy and resentment if the father who stuck around started pulling away from them.
He even bought me better toys, but my sisters would break them.
It got to the point where I became anxious about receiving gifts.
I remember this doll my dad bought me for my sixth birthday.
I cried and clung to the doll all day because I knew I couldn’t keep it.
I threw it in the trash can when everyone was asleep.
I made sure I tucked it under a pile of garbage so my parents wouldn’t notice.
I bawled my eyes out the next day when the garbage truck came, and no one could figure out why I was so upset.
My child brain told me it was better to willingly give it up than to have it destroyed in my face.
If I got rid of it, then my sisters couldn’t hurt me. That was a different type of hurt.”
“What did your mother say? Surely, she noticed the preferential treatment.”
“I recall overhearing an argument late at night, and my dad gave her the ‘I pay the bills and keep a roof over your head’ speech and told her if she didn’t like it, she could kick rocks.
She was financially dependent on him and had to choose between raising two daughters on her own on a minimal income or staying. ”
“Two daughters?”
“He wasn’t going to let her take me.”
“Where is your father now?”
“Murdered when I was ten,” she whispered. “It was so senseless. You know those office lottery pools?”
“I’m aware.”
“My dad and a few guys from work participated in it religiously; however, the week they won, only my dad and one other guy pitched in. They didn’t win a ton of money.
It was only $50,000, and they were supposed to split it 50/50.
The guy asked my dad if they could do a 70/30 split instead and started giving him some sob story about bills and whatever the fuck else.
Of course, my dad refused. He followed my dad home and stabbed him to death before stealing the ticket. ”
“Oh, my God, Victoria. I’m so sorry,” I said, pulling her into my arms. She cried softly as she continued to tell me about her sisters’ mistreatment after the death of her father. The little witches taunted her mercilessly about her deceased father.
“And I just don’t understand why I’m still paying for it all these years later. They’re grown, and their father is still alive. I can’t help that he abandoned them—that’s not my fault.”
“You’re right. They need therapy. It’s a good thing they can get that in prison. Those steel doors will shut on them, and their last taste of freedom would’ve been them watching you win.”
She chuckled before wiping her face on my shirt.
“I’m so angry, Gio,” she whispered.
“You have every right to be, but perhaps you might consider therapy to help you deal with those emotions.”
“Will you go with me?”
“Of course,” I said, reaching over to turn the light off. “I have a question, and please feel free to tell me to shut the hell up, but…what happened to the lottery ticket?”
“A neighbor witnessed what happened and called the cops. They found him quickly, and everything on his person was taken into evidence, including the lottery ticket. Would you believe me if I told you that ticket never surfaced again?”
“I guess there was some lucky cop out there with a brand-new boat or RV,” I mumbled.
“I guess. We weren’t wanting for anything, though. My dad had a hefty life insurance policy on himself and a will. He made my aunt the beneficiary and trustee of his estate. She gave my mother a portion of the money, and the rest was set aside for my college tuition and expenses.”
“Ah, another source of contention between you and your sisters.”
“Yep, but it’ll all be over soon.”
I kissed her lips softly in the dark and settled her against my chest.
“You’re right, Tori. It will all be over soon. Also, is this a bad time to tell you that I submitted my resignation to the board, and we have dinner with my mother on Saturday?”