27. Sovereign
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SOVEREIGN
I watched Inferno cross his arms over his chest, his eyes never faltered as he looked my Abuela directly in the eyes.
His butterscotch smooth skin looked radiant as hell.
Malice’s prominent blue eyes lit up the entire room.
I watched his every movement down to him licking those cinnamon pinkish lips then diverting his eyes towards me every couple of seconds and winking.
By his body language, and him looking down at his watch, I could tell that he would rather be any where then here.
These past couple of months had been a big ass blur for me especially.
I constantly came back and forth from Cali to Mexico to conduct business so much that I hadn’t been able to really enjoy all the money that I had been making.
Then there was my marriage, a marriage that started off strictly business but ended up having so much passion.
I hadn’t pressed Malice about shit because I didn’t know which direction we were headed.
What confused me even more was that he hadn’t touched me in three months.
Leaving me to wonder who this nigga was dropping dick off in.
I already made up my mind that I wasn’t willing to share the type of dick he was packing with anyone else. So, I hope he was finding something safe to do, like keeping them balls heavy until it was time to release all the pint up nut inside of me.
“Sovereign? Are you okay Mijo?” I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and licked my glossed-up lips and looked at my Abuela.
“Yes, I was just thinking about some business that I needed to tend to.” I ran my hands through my silky tresses and instantly missed my wild curls. I had my hair bone straight because it was more tamable this way. I missed the extra volume and the bounce the curls had given me.
I was trying to stay focused but seeing that flamethrower leaning up against Malice leg. Plus, seeing his handsome ass face, I realized my hormones were going crazy. I desperately needed to get fucking laid.
“You need something Sovereign?” He sneered, as his eyes smiled at me my stomach tightened because he knew exactly what I needed.
How the fuck could anyone stay focused near this fine ass man.
I tried to focus on something imperfect on his face, like the burn mark on his up cheek and the other burn mark that traced his jawline leaving a dark mark.
That didn’t work because now I was picturing myself licking all around the shit.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Sovereign?” I blinked my eyes, and this man was down on one knee between my thick thighs like we were the only ones in this hot ass office.
“I asked you, if you needed something?” I wanted to slap that cocky ass smirk off his face.
I slowly stood up, purposely putting my pussy print in his face.
Looking down at his long curly lashes, I looked up at my Abuela. Fucking, bitch.
I couldn’t stand the sight of her. I was starting to think that this bitch was working with Melvin.
She hadn’t kept her end of the bargain and that was leading me right to that nigga.
Since Malice and I took over as the leaders of the cartel, the numbers had run up and shit was going very well.
So well that my presence wasn’t even really needed.
The men that worked for the Martinez cartel had showed me the utmost respect.
Every transaction and new detail that I had added to this shit was multiplying by triples.
It was hard as hell faking the funk knowing everything my Abuela had done.
The permanent pain she caused my family.
It was the mere reason why I appreciated Malice sitting in with me, each time I had to meet with her.
It kept me from putting a bullet between her fucking eyes.
It was too soon, I needed shit to be in my hands fully including the cartel.
I already planned on killing her ass once I closed up all other loose ends.
I would put someone trustable in place of the Martinez cartel and still be considered the head of it all while I controlled things in Cali.
I couldn’t just up and kill her and the other heads of cartels in Mexico would start looking at both of our cartels funny.
Malice stood to his feet and stroked his beard with a knowing look of what I needed.
“My apologies, Miguella.” Malice spoke, by his raspy deep broken voice, I could tell that he had been yelling or he had to be catching a cold. Then the thought came to my mind, that his crazy ass had probably been in hades burning shit and the smoke and ashes fucked up his throat.
“I haven’t seen my wife in a while and I think she needs a talk with me. We can resume this meeting tomorrow evening.” Abuela simply nodded her head and smiled gracefully.
“Si, it’s good to see ju two getting along.” Malice never turned to acknowledge her as he simply enclosed my hand with his rugged hand and led me out the room. We walked through my Abuela’s house quietly and out to the Cadillac Escalade that awaited us.
He helped me inside of the car and got in after me. When the car took off driving, I looked directly at him. Malice rocked a tan Dickies button up shirt and shorts. He left the shirt unbuttoned showing off his chiseled defined chest. The iced-out Jesus piece shined and blinded me at the same time.
“Who you been fucking?” He offered an amused look then chuckled lowly.
He threaded a hand through his short curls and shrugged his shoulders.
He was trying to taunt me, and it was pissing me off.
I ain’t never fixed my mouth to ask a nigga where his dick had been, yet here I sat in front of Malice ready to do some crazy shit if he gave me the wrong damn answer.
“I been fucking this money, Sovereign. Who you been fuckin on?” He gritted at the last question he asked and that caused me to smile inwardly but I maintained a neutral facial expression.
“I guess I been fucking something.” I smirked as he sat up and scooted close to me until his woodsy smell invaded my nose.
“Fuck you mean, Sovereign?” He grabbed me by the throat. That sharp pinky nail tapped on the spot that left a mark from the time he penetrated my neck with that sharp ass nail.
“What I mean is pull the dick and balls out now.” I eyed him never blinking. In my mind, I couldn’t believe what I was getting ready to do but I was determined as hell. He released my neck and looked down at his crotch. Chuckling like what I had asked was funny, but I kept a straight ass face.
“You must be ready to suck this shit. I don’t pull my dick out unless I’m about to take a piss, clean it or get it fucked and sucked on, baby.” His words had me wetter than water itself.
“I don’t suck dick, never have, never will. Pull the dick out Malice.”
“You don’t suck dick?” He tilted his head and looked at me like I was crazy. Even the driver grunted a little and cleared his throat to play shit off.
“No, I’m too pretty to have my lips wrapped around a dick.” I cast my eyes down to the crotch of his pants. His dick had gotten hard, just from me admitting to not sucking dick.
“Sovereign, my dick healthy as fuck. Sucking this muthafucca will have that pussy convulsing for a nigga.” He licked his sexy ass lips.
I looked out the window to see just where we were.
I was ready to get to our destination so I could take Malice fine ass down.
My nipples ached and I desperately wanted to feel him deep inside of me.
“I don’t suck dick, Malice… that’s final.
Now pull the dick out.” I nodded my head towards his dick, and he slowly unbuttoned his pants.
Pushing his body upward he pulled his pants down.
Satisfaction hit me hard that he was actually listening to what I was telling his hardheaded ass.
I watched his dick spring out and stand up at attention.
“Yo mouth watering like you want to suck it now.” Indeed, the sight of his dick had my mouth watering.
His thick mushroom tip was starting to leak precum, the shape of his dick and how wide and long it was had my walls contracting.
I rubbed my hands together to warm them up and slid them right underneath his ball sack.
“What the fuck you doing, Sovereign?” His brows damn near touched his hair line as I juggled his balls and one hand checking to see how heavy they were.
His balls were tight like he hadn’t released in a long ass time.
Just to fuck with him some more, I lowered my head until I was close enough to feel the warmness of his dick and inhaled.
Turning my head so my nose wouldn’t graze the precum leaking from the tip of his dick, I let my lips tickle the shaft of his dick. Sticking my tongue out, I tasted his skin, hearing him take a deep breath had me ready to try sucking dick for the first time.
“Get the fuck up Sovereign. I don’t do that teasing shit.
” He was breathing hard as hell, and it had my insides jumping.
I giggled and licked the vein leading down to his balls.
Malice smelled like fresh soap; the skin of his dick wasn’t salty either.
I was thrilled and even more excited that I even went this far with my mouth right on his dick.
“I said get up, for I have you sucking dick, girl.”
Malice stood up and I followed suit, testing the waters.
He leaned down to press his lips up against mine.
Grabbing me around the waist, he took steps backwards as he pushed his tongue deep inside of my mouth.
Not caring about our surroundings, I closed my eyes and allowed my tongue to wrestle with his.
The double doors to the front of his house opened and he picked me up right off my feet.
The cool AC hit my face as I wrapped my arms around him and simpered at the feel of his huge hands massaging my ass. Nibbling on my bottom lip he whispered against my lips.