Chapter 3 #4
My body dropped down on the table, stomach heaving in, and out, as Dolo came closer, kissing away the couple of tears that had fallen from my eyes. For me to not be a person that cries a lot, sex always gets the best of me, and I shed tears every time.
He kissed me all over my face, picked me up, and then made me turn around, and face the desk. God, I knew he was getting ready to tear my pussy up from behind. It was the way those glasses were resting on the bridge of his nose that let me know he was about to tear my ass up.
His large hands held onto my waist, while he kissed and sucked on my neck, towering over me. His hands left my waist, traveling up my flat stomach, and he got a hold of my breast, massaging my nipples, as he continued sucking on my neck.
“Baby, be gentle. Please,” I had to say that because I knew Dolo by now.
The kisses were just his way of trying to warm my body up for what he was getting ready to do. He was about to knock on pound town’s door with me, dragging my ass all up and through there, so the kisses were to just apologize in advance.
“I’m not always gentle?” this man asked me this shit as he pushed his dick inside of me, catching me off guard, and he went into straight beast mode, bending my ass over, and tearing me up, just like I knew he would.
“Why… fuck…. baby… you…. shit!” I couldn’t speak. Every time I tried to say something, he would stroke me deeper, and faster, ridding me of my train of thought, so I couldn’t make out to him what I was trying to say.
“What language is that, baby? That’s English? You saying go deeper in that pussy? I heard you correctly?” he asked, knowing damn well that’s not what I was trying to say to him.
This man spread my ass cheeks, and the dick went in even deeper. I tried to inch away, but you know he wouldn’t let me.
“Didn’t you just tell me to put your name on my ribs?
If I’m going to put your name on me, you gotta be a pro at taking dick.
Come on. This pussy too good for me to not get all the way in there.
Talk to me, baby,” he said from behind me, getting deeper in his stroke with each word that came out of his mouth.
He had me leaned over the desk, giving me the best dick, and I relaxed my body, trying to take it, and throw my ass back, matching his strokes.
“Godddddd…… You going to cum with meeeee?” I moaned, turning my head, so that I could look him in his eyes.
Whenever I asked that question, it was mainly because my body felt like it was getting ready to give out on me, and I needed Dolo to get his off before I threw the towel in.
“Yeah bae. I’m right behind you. Come on,” he grunted, followed by him biting his lip hard, taking his hands off my ass, so that he could place them on my waist, squeeze me extra tight, and there I was, releasing for him, and he was behind me, doing the same thing.
I was humming in satisfaction as I felt his nut dripping inside of me. Dolo, being the nasty ass man that he was, he went ahead and pulled me up, keeping the dick inside of me, letting my body stand straight up, so that I could catch everything that he was dropping in me.
This man was holding me by my hips still, with his head buried into the crook of my neck, just holding me, allowing me to feel every drip.
I turned my head around, so that I could look at him.
With my right hand, I was able to hold onto the side of his face, looking at him as he watched me with lazy eyes, that showed just how much he loved me.
I felt like nothing really needed to be said in this moment. He didn’t have to tell me that he loved me. I knew he did.
I kissed him on his lips a couple of times, and then I pulled away.
My clothes that he placed on the chair, I grabbed them and walked into the restroom.
Once inside, I wiped off as best as I could, letting this hold me until we made it to the house, and I could shower.
When I felt like I’d wiped off good enough, that’s when I stepped back into my panties, put on my jeans, and I reached for my bra, quickly putting it on as well.
Before placing my shirt back on, I ran some water at the sink, just so that I could add a little to my hair, and fix the messy bun that it was in.
As I was doing that, Dolo was walking inside of the restroom.
He cleaned himself up as well, washed his hands, and now his briefs, and joggers were back on. His shirt was still off though.
I reached for my shirt, so that I could put it on, and as I was doing that, his phone started ringing.
The phone was in his pocket, and he looked at who was calling. He showed the screen to me, letting me see that it was Bray. I watched him as he sighed, probably feeling like every time his phone rang, it was some bullshit. At least, I could say that because that’s what it felt like these days.
Dolo answered the phone, placing it on speaker. I walked over to him, and he picked me up, only so he could sit me down on the counter.
“Bray, what’s good with it?” he answered.
“Ay man. I just got some fucked up news about Mook. I’m not sure who put the call in, but they had cops go over to his spot to do a wellness check. That nigga was in there, slumped over from an overdose. He didn’t make it,” Bray said to Dolo.
For me, ya’ll know how I felt about Mook, and that I literally hated his ass, so this news didn’t hurt my feelings in the least bit.
I couldn’t say the same about Dolo though.
His eyes didn’t get watery or anything, and he didn’t look sad either, but I knew he was.
I knew he still loved Mook, despite the fucked up shit that Mook had done.
I knew Dolo loved Mook when he wouldn’t kill him.
His love for him was loud when it came to that.
“Damn. What he overdosed on? Coke?” Dolo asked after about two minutes of silence.
“Coke, pills, and alcohol was in the mix,” Bray responded, and as if Bray was standing right in front of him, he nodded his head at that information.
“That’s crazy. I didn’t tell ya’ll niggas this, but he hit me the other day.
Begging for another chance within the business.
Swearing that he would go and get the help that he needed.
I asked him about the shit that took place outside the warehouse, when that nigga snuck up on Riot, and tried to take her out.
I wanted to know if he had something to do with it.
He eventually came clean. I told him that I couldn’t fuck with him no more because of that.
Even when we spoke that night, I could tell that he was high out of his fuckin mind,” Dolo went on, his eyes on me as he was speaking to Bray.
I knew about that call. Dolo told me about it not long after it happened.
He gave me the green light, telling me that I could pop him if I wanted to, but the next day, we went to visit his parents, and before I could think about what I wanted to do with Mook, that’s when I was hit with the officer that murdered my dad.
“Damn. I know how you like to get though, Dolo. You’ll overly process this shit and get in your head. What happened to Mook was going to eventually happen. That nigga was abusing coke. It is what it is. You going to go to the funeral?” Bray wanted to know.
“Probably not. Nigga will fuck around, and haunt me in my fuckin sleep,” he said, making Bray laugh.
“Aight man. I’ll hit you later. Where you at? You still downstairs?” Dolo wanted to know.
“Yeah. In the inventory room. I’m about to leave in a minute. I was waiting for you and Riot to finish up before I hit you. Nigga, everybody in this bitch heard that shit. Good job, brother. I taught you well. You was handling your business,” Bray said, and I wanted to scream when Bray said that.
Of course, Dolo laughed, and I reached my hand out, pushing him, not finding it funny, especially since I had already told him that because his office was above the room that they were in, that it was a chance that they might hear me.
I let his ass convince me, telling me that the music would drown out my moans, knowing damn well that the music in the inventory room is never that loud.
“Yeah. Nigga you ain’t teach me shit,” Dolo shot back.
They eventually hung up the phone, and Dolo placed his phone inside his pocket, while looking me in my eyes.
“You don’t have to ever worry about fuckin me in here again,” I said, hopping down from the counter.
“Riot, the people know you getting fucked already. Cut it out. You walk in this bitch everyday with new shit decorated on your neck from all the fun you be having with me. You got fucked, and they heard you. It ain’t the end of the world mama,” he called out from behind me, following me out of the restroom.
“I said what I said,” I shot, bending down, so that I could pick my shoes up, and place them on.
As I was bent over, Dolo came behind me, and when I stood up, my ass was planted right there on his dick.
“And you not saying too much of anything, baby. If I offer for us to fuck again, what you think going to happen? We going to fuck again, and they’ll hear you for the second time,” he talked shit, and I allowed him to go on his little rant by himself, while I sat down in his office chair, only so that I could put my socks, and shoes on.
“How are you feeling about the news with Mook?” I wanted to know.
“Shit, it is what it is,” I expected that response from him, but I knew it wasn’t the true version of how he was feeling for real.
“Does it surprise you or did you see it coming?” I asked him once both my shoes were on.
“I ain’t expect it to happen so soon, you know?
With the way he was snorting, of course I felt like it was a chance that he would get strung out on it, but I don’t think I saw an overdose happening so soon.
Come on. You ready? Where we going to stop and eat?
” he wanted to know, quickly changing the subject.
The fact that he changed the subject let me know that Dolo was shutting down. I do that. Whenever it was something that I didn’t care to talk about, I would change the subject in a hurry.
“It’s almost three in the morning, Dominique. I’m not hungry,” I said, standing up.
“Ay, I been letting you get away without fulfilling your wifely duties. You gotta start cooking. Meal prep for a nigga so that when times like this come, I don’t have to be worried about where my next meal going to come from. I can just walk into the kitchen and get it,” he went on.
I was getting ready to walk past him, but when he said that, I paused, and I stood in front of him, looking at him like he was crazy. He watched me with a smirk, knowing that that comment was going to get him cursed out.
“Wifely duties? We’re married?” I asked.
“Shit, I thought we were,” he went on to say.
“You couldn’t have possibly thought that. When did you propose? When did I say yes?” I fired back.
“In my head, we’re married,” he finished, putting his hands on my ass, and pulling me even closer.
“What meal do you want me to cook for you? Not tonight though because I’m tired. I’ll experiment in the kitchen tomorrow before coming in for work,” I even shocked myself when I said that.
“Do an alfredo or something. That’s easy. Make a nigga some chicken alfredo. Do it right, and I’ll eat, and suck everything on you,” was his response, and I smiled at that.
“You’re going to do that regardless though, baby,” I chimed, smiling as I talked shit.
“And that’s where the fuck I went wrong with you. You had me eating pussy too early. Had one little shoot out with me, and I felt bad. Next thing I know, I got your whole pussy in my mouth,” he said, and I was cracking up at that because he sounded foolish.
“Dominique, please. You didn’t put my pussy in your mouth because you felt bad because of a shootout. You did it because you wanted to,” I corrected him. When his ass started smiling, I knew that I was right.
“Hell yeah. I’ll never forget that night. I put your ass to sleep with just head. You been fucked up about me ever since,” he shared, slapping me on my ass before letting me go.
I didn’t have a rebuttal for that because technically, he was telling the truth.
The head had me gone, but when he fucked me in Mexico, I really lost my mind.
I was on this nigga bad. A bitch would have to get it in blood with me for me to come off this dick.
Like, you would literally have to kill me for me to willingly give this nigga away to you. I mean that.