The Book Of UNO (The Brothers #1)

Chapter 1

Umar Douglas

“Damn Ma. You taking this dick like a champ,” I grunted as my dick plunged deeper down her throat. Her teeth gently etched along the veins on the sides of my shaft. She gagged as I stroked her mouth pushing my erection past her tonsils. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as our eyes locked. “Yes baby. Just like that.” A forceful growl escaped my lips as I took a handful of her hair and guided her rhythm, so it matched my strides. The tears in her eyes told me that my girth was pushing her to her limits, but it was too late to stop. The warmth of her flesh, the wetness, and gagging sounds she made were driving me insane. Her red lipstick screamed bad girl. And the way she was taking this dick told me she was well versed in giving head. Her pretty tight lips wrapped around my chocolate stick were spank bank worthy. My balls tightened as I rode her mouth. She moaned as her hands caught the saliva that escaped out the sides of her mouth.

“SHITTTTT!” My knees buckled as she sucked me like a popsicle on a hot summer day.

“That’s it. Take this dick Ma.”

She looked up at me, eyes smiling as she bobbed even faster causing me to become lightheaded.

“Knock, knock”

“Don’t you fucking stop,” I instructed trying to ignore the knocks at my office door. I tugged on the handful of hair I held in my balled fist. She gagged as I matched her speed.

“Knock, Knock”

Without warning, the door opened.

I felt the cool breeze from the hallway air enter the room as I looked to see who was fucking up my session.

“So, this is why you’re not answering my calls,” my brother chuckled.

“Nigga I’m busy”

“I can see that, but unless we tag teaming this bitch we need to head out.”

“Get the fuck out Dos and let me finish.”

“Shorty taking that shit like a pro.” He laughed as I continued to fuck her pretty mouth.

“I’m about ten seconds from shooting your ass.”

“From how she sucking your dick, you’re about ten seconds from bussin a nut”

I turned my head breaking my concentration and gave Dos the dirtiest look.

“Alright, hurry this shit up,” he said as he closed the door behind him leaving me to handle my business.

Shorty was slurping and bobbing like I had a camera on her ass. I released my hold on her hair and relaxed back onto my desk as she gripped my balls through my pants. This shit happened so fast I didn’t even have a chance to pull my pants down. She whipped my dick out my pants so fast and instantly went in on me.

“Ummm, how you like that, Uno?” she moaned as she sucked the sides of my stiffness before teasing the head.

“Yeah Ma. Show Uno what that mouth do.”

“Fuck me, Uno,” she whispered.

I looked down at her placing my hands on her cheeks. “Not today, baby. I got shit to do. Now finish me off before that asshole comes back in here and I have to shoot his ass.” She went ham as I held my dick in my hands stroking myself as she popped the tip of my head in and out of her mouth. There were streams of spit stretching from her mouth to my head. That shit was sexy and nasty as hell. It was just the combination that I needed to explode. “I’m cumming Ma. Wrap those pretty lips on this dick and take this gift”

She did as instructed. I released my seed deep down her throat causing her to cough from the thick fluid as I pulled out.

“Damn Girl,” I said smiling at her as she fixed her dress. “The bathroom is through that door you can freshen up in there.” I pointed to the closed door in the corner. I watched as she walked her thick ass into the bathroom. I grabbed the wet wipes that were in the bottom drawer of my desk and wiped my dick clean. I removed the black t-shirt I had on and replaced it with a fresh one that was hanging up in my closet. With my dick situated back in my pants and a clean t-shirt on, I was ready to go. I picked up my cellphone and dialed my security team.

“Hey, can you come handle this in my office? “

“Yes Boss”

Tapping on the bathroom door I said, “Hey, I’mma about to leave out. You good?”

“I’ll be right out.”

Just then security arrived.

“Make sure shorty leaves,” I said pointing to the bathroom door.

“Sure thing Boss.” They both smiled and laughed.

I just shook my head because I knew what Big Ed and Roy were thinking. Yes, I was an asshole, I could wait for her to come out of the bathroom but the awkwardness of her asking for more of me than I was willing to give was a conversation I dreaded having. It’s probably why I couldn’t even remember her name. Besides, she knew what time it was and what the fuck I was on. She got what she wanted. She cornered me, not the other way around. Plus, a fuck is a fuck. It didn’t matter if it was her pussy, ass, or mouth as long as she opened up willingly, I was down to punish it.

“Nigga you tripping,” Dos said irritated.

“If you ever come in my office again and you know what’s up, I’mma shoot your ass.”

“You suppose to bus a nut and keep it moving. Twenty minutes nigga tops That’s all the time you need.”

“Why you bugging. I’m here now.”

I closed his car door and buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot of Mystic. Mystic was the night club that Dos and I owned. Mystic is the premier hotspot for Buffalo New York. It sat nestled on the corner of William and Michigan Ave. Located in the heart of downtown, Mystic pulled in the athletes, ballers, and beautiful women from the surrounding cities and from across the Peace Bridge in Canada. When Dos and I were young we used to dream of making our mark on the city. Being a drug dealer was not an option. My grandmother kept both of us on a tight leash growing up. But that never stopped us from knowing who was who in the streets. We saw how they spent money and the way the girls gravitated to them. We knew whatever we did, we needed to capitalize on that market but in a legitimate way.

Dos was my younger brother by eighteen months. Most people thought we were twins because we were so close and looked more like identical twins than just brothers. Our parents, Rose and Malik Douglas were killed in a horrific car accident when we were just eight years old. You would think that the tragedy of the event and the fact that they were driving home from a concert would have deterred us from loving the nightlife. It did just the opposite. Something my Nana wished we would come to our senses about. Nana May Douglas was my father’s mother. She took us in and raised Dos and I like we were her own. Nana said it was like rearing my father all over again times two.

Nana had always been the cornerstone of the family. I like to think that we needed her just as much as she needed us. By the time she became our guardian, our grandfather James had already passed away, along with my two uncles. My father was the only living child left of their union and we in turn were the last of her family. Nana was already old when we were eight years old, but she was built tough. Her stern love kept us out of all kinds of trouble growing up. That’s not to say we were angels because that would be a lie. Demons in sheep clothing. Within Nana’s eyesight we could do no wrong. But once we turned the corner out of her sight all hell broke out.

Dos was driving along the highway speeding on a Sunday like the traffic was heavy when it was early enough in the morning for anyone to get from point A to B within ten minutes.

“Slow down nigga.”

“I wouldn’t have to speed if you didn’t have your dick down that bitch’s throat.” He smirked.

“Nana would prefer us to arrive alive my nigga not in body bags.”

“You can always drive daddy long stroke”

We both burst out laughing. I just shook my head. It wouldn’t matter what I said, Dos suffered from younger brother syndrome. He found fault with everything I did. We were in constant competition. Let him tell it he could do everything better. It’s been this way since we were kids. I was two inches taller than him; he copped an attitude when he stopped growing. I grew facial hair first; nigga hid my razors. I liked a girl, his young ass always tried to make a move. Me telling him to slow down only made his foot hit the pedal even harder.

We pulled up to our childhood home. It was eight in the morning. We pulled an all-nighter at the club hosting a party for a well-known comedian who came to town. It didn’t matter what we had going on the night before, Nana expected us at her house on Sunday morning for breakfast and church. She didn’t ask for much from us, but this was nonnegotiable. Dos parked the car in the driveway. I unlocked the backdoor as the alarm system rang out through the rear of the house. Dos punched in the security pin to disarm the noise. The smell of bacon and homemade biscuits filled the air as the sounds of the Clark Sisters harmonizing could be heard coming from the front room.

“You’re late boys”

Nana was up, dressed in her Sunday best and reading her bible as she sat in her favorite chair.

“Nana, it’s all Uno’s fault..”

I gave him the side eye as I bent down to kiss my favorite girl.

“How’s my girl doing?” I said, taking a seat next to her.

“I’d be better if you boys found some decent women to marry and quit this nighttime foolishness.” She smiled looking at both me and Dos.

“Nana, ain’t no women alive strong enough to handle no Douglas men. My momma was the last one and God broke the mold when he made you.” Dos’ words charmed my granny making her blush.

“Boy you need to stop it. Now come on here and eat this breakfast I made for your sinning asses.” She chuckled.

We sat down at the kitchen table. Nana fixed our plates like we were still the same eight-year-olds that she would chase around the house. The plates were packed high with bacon, biscuits, eggs, grits, and fried potatoes. She never gave us any options, and we were expected to eat everything on our plates. She fixed her food and sat down at the table with us.

“Dos, say the grace.”

He looked over at me with a frown. He hated praying for any reason. Dos found it hard to believe in a God that would take innocent people’s lives and leave helpless children to fend for themselves. I didn’t blame him for feeling that way, but Nana didn’t play about two things: God and cooking. So, if she said bow your heads and pray, we did it with a smile and cleaned our plates even if we were full.

We dropped Nana back off at home when the church service was over. Three hours was all she could stand. At the ripe age of eighty-six, she said she had stored up enough good deeds, hymns, and prayers that she didn’t need to spend all day in the Lord’s house. Before leaving I always left a few dollars in her purse. Not that she needed anything, because the house, bills and groceries were paid for. She hated that I did that, but every once in a while, I’d see her sporting a new purse or church outfit. Besides, we owed her so much more, it was the least I could do.

Dos took me back to the club so I could get my car.

“What you about to get into?” I asked.

“Some pussy, nigga.”

I just shook my head laughing.

“Not the chick from church you was talking to?”

“Yup. Honey been tryna get witcha boy for weeks. I had to make her wait. You know what they say about church girls. I’mma bout to see just how many oh gods this dick makes her scream”

“You a heathen, nigga.” I laughed.

“Pot calling the kettle black, nigga.”

“Later fool.”

“Later.”