Biggie

Prologue

Summer nights in Cali were like no other. Tuesday Adams lived for nights where there was a nice breeze after a hot day and people were in good spirits because that almost always guaranteed more business for her.

“Thanks for helping me tonight,” Tuesday said to her best friend as she handed a customer their order.

Winter waved her off. “You know I got you.”

Tuesday smiled. She and Winter had been rocking together since diapers, and she could always count on her girl. If anyone in the world knew what owning this food truck meant for her, it was Winter.

“Looks like the club just let out,” Tuesday noted as she eyed the crowd of people spilling out from the black brick building across the street; Club Lush.

It was the perfect area, and it had only been one month since she got licensing to set up shop here every Friday and Saturday night. Every other day of the week she parked in different locations around Lake Elsinore.

“You ready for this rush?” Winter asked as she put some more chicken and steak on the grill while Tuesday made sure all the toppings were stocked.

Taco Tuesdays was her food truck name, and she served the best tacos in Lake Elsinore.

People were starting to catch on, too. She had only owned the Barbie pink truck for a year, but it picked up traction pretty quickly, especially since she sold one dollar tacos on Tuesdays.

People loved her food and the different deals she ran, which made her happy.

She always knew one day she would be successful and make money doing what she loved, and now, it was coming to fruition right before her eyes.

“I’m ready,” Tuesday replied, bumping her hip against Winters.

Winter’s dramatic self stumbled to the side a little, causing Tuesday to giggle.

“You need to be careful with that wagon you draggin’. It almost took me out.”

Tuesday laughed as she moved the onions and peppers around the flat top, nodding.

She really did have a big booty, which sat up nice in the fitted denim jeans she wore; her handful of breasts stretched across the Taco Tuesdays logo on her T-shirt.

The hot pink color of her shirt looked good against her smooth chocolate skin, and her jet black hair was in a low ponytail that hung to the small of her back.

“‘Excuse me,” a deep baritone said from behind them.

Tuesday quickly turned around with a smile on her face, ready to serve her first customer when her eyes landed on him.

Her jaw dropped, but she composed herself as she gazed at the finest man she had ever seen.

He was inked up. A crisp white Tee covered his chest, denim jeans sat on his waist and Nike Cortez were on his feet.

Jewels were on his neck, his ears and his wrist. He stood next to a man who was taller than average with a nice build, but he looked petite next to big daddy standing next to him.

Gathering herself, Tuesday moved to the open window and asked, “How can I help you?”

Big daddy licked his lips, eyeing her and making her panties wet.

This man knows he’s fine, she thought as she looked into his piercing black eyes.

Finally, he pried his eyes from her, looking at the menu that was propped up on the side of the truck; the daily specials were written in her beautiful handwriting.

“Can I get two of each taco, an order of monster nachos, and a horchata?” he winked.

Tuesday’s hazel eyes bulged. She wasn’t used to getting big orders, considering they had seven different tacos on the menu to choose from.

When the man looked over at his friend and asked, “What you getting?” Tuesday laughed, showing off her pretty teeth; Diamonds were encrusted on her lateral incisors.

“Wait,” she said, interrupting the guy’s friend and addressing big daddy. “All that’s for you?”

His juicy lips lifted into a half grin as he finessed the thick beard on his chin. “I’m a big man, baby. I love to eat.”

The way he said it made her think he was talking about more than just tacos, and she smirked, ignoring what he said focusing back on his friend. “What can I get you?”

“I’ll get four steak tacos and chips and queso.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Nah, I’m cool.”

She smiled and looked back at Winter, who was already working on their order before ringing them up on the iPad.

“One hundred and seven dollars.”

Big daddy handed her a card, and she took no shame in examining it.

“Wallis Harper?”

“You can call me Biggie, mama. Everybody does.”

Tuesday grinned down at him as she tapped his card on the pin pad.

“Biggie. I like that.”

“This nigga,” his friend mumbled to himself.

Tuesday could tell they had been drinking and wouldn’t be surprised if they had just come from the club.

When she tried handing Biggie card back, he shook his head.

“Keep it.”

Her brows knitted together.

“Huh?”

“Everyone’s food tonight is on me,” he replied nonchalantly.

“But… how…” she was truly at a loss for words. Finally, she got it together enough to ask, “How will I give you your card back?”

“I’ma stay here,” he shrugged, casually as if it made the most sense in the world.

“It’ll take me a few hours to serve all these people, and then I’ll have to clean up and—”

“Aye,” he interrupted. “It’s cool, mama. How else am I supposed to spend time with a pretty lady like yourself?”

Flattery hit her, and she blushed. “You could’ve just asked me out on a date.”

“You really could have, simp ass nigga,” his friend joked.

Biggie nudged. “Shut the fuck up, Demo.”

Demo walked away, still laughing as Biggie turned back to her.

“I’m only in town for the night, sweetheart, and I see you’re working hard. I ain’t tryna get in the way of that. I figured this would be the best way to spend some time with you.”

“I… Wow. Thank you,” she said, completely unsure of what else to say. “If you go to the left, there are a few chairs there if you and your homeboy want to sit.”

“I’m cool standing for now. Talk to me while you cook.”

So she did.

She helped Winter finish his order and then handed it to him, and the whole time he and his homie ate, she and Biggie talked in between her taking orders. It made the night go by fast as hell.

By the time they finished up with the last customer, she was tired, and Demo had left an hour prior, telling Biggie he would see him in the morning.

“Here’s your card back. I don’t even think you want to know your total,” she joked.

He’d racked up a pretty penny on his Visa card.

He shrugged as he put it back in his Louis Vuitton wallet and stuffed it into the back pocket of his Levi’s. “It ain’t no big deal.”

“I would ask how that’s possible, but I’ll mind my little black business.”

He chuckled, and she admired his face. His cut was fresh, and his waves made her seasick.

His chocolate tatted skin was smooth, and she wondered how she would feel up against his chest. Probably small and protected.

Danger seeped from him. She could spot a hood nigga a mile away.

She grew up in the hood with a single mother, so she wasn’t scared of the shit, but she wondered what exactly Biggie did to afford over six thousand dollars on a random food truck at the drop of a dime.

“What you doin’ after this?” he asked as she and Winter started the process of cleaning the truck so it would be good to go the following day.

“I’m going home,” she replied.

“I got this,” Winter said; a mischievous gleam in her pretty dark eyes. Winter was light-skin and petite with a slim figure, and her pretty brown hair was straightened and in a low bun at the nape of her neck. “Get out of here.”

“Wh… and go where?”

“With me,” Biggie said, winking up at Winter as she nodded back with a smile on her face as if they were in cahoots.

Tuesday looked between the two, putting her hand on her right hip; her weight shifted to one side. “Who said I wanted to go with you in the first place?”

“I did,” he replied, cockily, as if that made all the sense in the world. It pissed her off that it actually did because she wanted to go with him. She just didn’t want to seem too thirsty.

“Girl, if you don’t go with that man I’ll beat your ass. He just bought out this whole night to spend time with you. Show that nigga some appreciation,” Winter mumbled.

Tuesday giggled because she knew exactly what kind of appreciation Winter was talking about. She bit her lip as she looked back at Biggie, who waited patiently for her. Finally, she let out a sigh and said, “Okay, damn. Thanks Win. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Winter hummed.

Tuesday rolled her eyes, making her way down the five truck steps. When she walked up to Biggie, she felt exactly as expected—small and like nothing in the world could touch her.

“I got a room. You comin’?” He questioned with a hiked brow.

Tuesday blushed and tried not to think about the fact that she was about to have a one night stand with a nigga she didn’t know as she followed him to his Matte Black Ford F-150 truck.

Stumbling into the hotel room, the two felt each other up. As soon as Tuesday hopped up into that big truck of his, they both knew what time it was. Biggie kept his large tatted hand on her thigh the entire time they drove, inching it closer to her pussy with each minute that passed.

In the elevator of the Hilton Hotel, she mentally said fuck it and attacked his lips with hers, relishing in the feel of him.

Now that they were in this luxurious hotel room, Biggie couldn’t get her clothes off quick enough.

By the time they made it to the huge bed, Tuesday was naked, and Biggie was down to his black boxers briefs.

“Lay yo’ fine ass down. Let me see you.”

“Wait,” Tuesday said, rushing to the bathroom. She quickly washed her coochie, coming back out.

Getting on the bed, she laid on her back, spreading her legs, giving Biggie the perfect view of her… all of her. She normally wasn’t this bold, but something about Biggie and his imposing presence made her follow his every command.

“Damn,” he breathed when she reached down and rubbed her pointer finger over her clit.

Swatting her hand away, he made her scoot up to make room for him and wasted no time placing his head between her legs.

Her hand found the back of his head as she caressed his waves; her back, arching into him.

“Fuck… Wallis.”

He liked that she used his government name. She was lucky she even had it, honestly. He didn’t give that information out to just anyone. She’d caught him slipping and peeped the shit from his card, but he wasn’t mad. Not like he would’ve been if someone else had pulled the same stunt.

Twirling his tongue around her clit, his fingers kneaded her nipples, simultaneously.

Pulling her closer to his mouth, Biggie separated her legs.

Using two fingers, he opened her lips, focusing on her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Licking up and down her slit, Biggie planted kisses on her bud before gently sucking it into his mouth.

Tuesday squirmed above but she kept her legs wide open.

“I’m ’bout to cum,” she breathed; her stomach caved as she came in his mouth.

Biggie circled her clit, before licking every drop, including the inside of her walls.

Not letting her catch her breath, he kissed up her body before planting his lips on hers, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he panted, hovering above her as he shifted his briefs off.

Tuesday moaned. The way he spoke to her was about to have her cumming all over again.

When his dick sprang free, she looked down between them; her eyes ballooned. She had never been with a big guy before, and she always wondered if most of them were big in body and little in dick. Not Biggie. He definitely earned his name.

Smirking, he leaned down. “Don’t worry, mama. I’ll be gentle.”

Sucking in a breath, Biggie pushed inside her, giving her inch by agonizing inch, until he stretched her pussy open.

“Wallis, damn! You feel so good.”

He lustfully grinned.

“I like hearing you say that.”

When he was all the way inside her, he flipped her over, placing her on top before putting his hands behind his head and looking up at her.

“Ride this dick, baby.”

Biting her lip, Tuesday started out slow, winding her hips and using his chest as leverage. He filled her up in a way nobody ever had before, and she wanted to savor the feeling as she ground into him.

After several minutes of her bouncing on the tip and then hiding his stem in her flower, Biggie removed his hands from being rooted under his head. He gripped her hips, pushing all of his dick inside her pussy.

“Right there, Big,” she moaned as her head dropped back.

“You cummin’, mama?” He wrapped a hand around her neck.

“Ah,” she cried out from pure pleasure as she matched his pace. He hit a spot in her she didn’t even know she had, and she made her mind up right then and there that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night. If he was in town for only one night, she wanted to cum as many times as she could.

“Fuck, Wallis… I.. I—”

“I know,” he panted as he squeezed her butt cheeks. “I can feel it, baby. Cum on daddy’s dick.”

And because her body couldn’t help it, she obliged his command and came all over his dick. He followed right up behind her, making her collapse on his chest as they breathed heavily.

“I hope you’re on the pill, baby. Wasn’t no way I could pull out of that pussy,” he grumbled.

“Don’t worry. I am,” she giggled.

His face lit up, and he smacked her on the ass. “Good cuz’ I’ma be bustin’ in this pussy all night long, then.”

She laughed knowing she was in for a long ass night.