19. Bust Back
Nineteen
Bust Back
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“Yeah! Draw four! Uno, fuck nigga!” The entire room burst into laughter at my crazy ass wife.
She was like a bad ass kid who just learned how to cuss and was using up all her free passes.
Kilo's face fell as he looked over at her in sheer betrayal.
She had established a weird ass relationship with both of my brothers and somehow, we ended up hosting them niggas every Sunday for dinner.
“Sis… I thought we were better than that!”
“Every man for themselves! Ain't that what you said when you hit me four times in a row?” She did a little dance and stuck her tongue out.
“Luv, girl… You sure y'all don't wanna play?” she asked as she reshuffled the cards.
The two of them had hit it off too, and we were all having a little kickback at Kilo's crib.
“Hell no!” She laughed and popped another mozzarella stick in her mouth. “We had to take a vow to stay away from any Uno games—shit gets too real.”
“And she's a sore loser,” Drew teased, pinching her playfully. “Her ass will try to leave me if she loses.”
“Don’t start with me tonight, Drew,” she warned with a roll of her eyes. Luv was one of the sweetest people I ever met, but Drew told me all the stories about her in rare form. The tale he told of their engagement trip had me laughing so hard that I cried every time I thought about it.
“Aye, babe,” I called from where I stood leaning on the doorframe. “Before you start that next game, come holla at me real quick. I got something I need to run by you.” Her eyes shot to mine, and her tongue grazed her lips before she obediently rose to her feet.
“Man, hell nah!” Kilo fussed animatedly.
“Fuck wrong with you?” I asked, wrapping my arms around Peep as she made her way over to me.
“Y’all niggas! We all know, anytime you two get to looking at each other for more than a few seconds, ya’ clothes start coming off!
” Peep giggled into my chest and I smacked her on her ass.
He was right—I literally couldn’t get enough of my woman.
As toxic as it sounded, seeing her crash out over me last week made me want her ass even more.
Shit, I would have done worse if she really tried to leave me.
“Well, now that you know, keep yourselves entertained,” I said, gently ushering her out of the room.
“Man, I'm about to go outside and smoke. I'ma fuck Pissy P up for not coming and making me the fifth wheel,” Kilo ranted, pulling himself up from the floor and heading to the backdoor. “Make sure y’all disinfect my shit! And don’t fuck up my good towels!”
I pulled Destiny by her waist and didn't stop moving until we were securely locked in one of Kilo’s back bathrooms.
“Baby,” she said, smiling while pushing me away. “What are you doing?”
“You know what it does to me when I hear you use that nasty ass mouth.” I pulled her in for a sloppy kiss and felt her hands reaching for my belt buckle.
She was quick with it too because she had my dick out in an instant and was using her hands expertly to make sure he was primed and ready.
My girl was lowkey a freak. Her latest infatuation was to pull my shit out and play with it no matter what I was doing to see how fast she could get me to nut.
“How about you watch me use it?” she asked with a devious grin as she dropped down to her knees.
“Wait, what you doin’?” I asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” she commanded while stroking me with her soft ass hands.
“Who the fuck you–Ooh, shit… Destiny!” I groaned. She looked me in the eyes as she swirled her warm tongue around the tip of my dick. Then, she worked her way down as far as she could go while still holding firm at the base.
“Fuck!” I was trying to whisper, but when she started sucking my shit, head bobbing up and down while she held onto my thigh for leverage, I couldn’t help the howl I let out.
I refused to even look down at her nasty ass because the sight of her on her knees for me would have fucked me up.
She used her free hand as an extension of her mouth, working it over the rest of my length that she wasn’t quite able to reach.
The little gargling sound she made every time my head hit the back of her tonsils served as the icing on the cake.
When I first met this woman, if you would have told me I’d have her freaked out ass slobbin’ on my knob in the back of a house full of people, I would have told you that you must have been smokin’ the strongest crack from the South Side.
“Shit! You really tryna make me decorate that pretty ass face with this nut, huh? Baby, you got me about to bust. Fuckkkk!” I made good on my promise as I held the back of her head, taking control as I groaned and let off all down her throat.
She moaned and did her best to swallow every drop, but the way the excess dripped down her chin had me cumming so hard that my abs seized up.
“You nasty muhfucka! Shittt,” I groaned as she kept sucking until I had no soul left.
Her mouth made a loud, filthy, plopping sound when she finally released me from her super-sucker ass jaws.
I helped her back to her feet and wiped my abandoned kids from her face as she looked at me with a sickly-sweet smile.
She knew exactly what the fuck she was doin’.
“I'ma fuck you up,” I grunted, pushing her back against the mirror. She just laughed evilly, making me grab her by her neck and kiss her roughly. I started to stop when I realized what I was doing, but this was my fuckin’ wife. I would kiss her dick-breath ass as much as I wanted to.
“Who's dick you been suckin’, Peep. Where the fuck you learn that shit?”
“Videos,” she said innocently. “I just wanted to be good for you, baby… Was I good?” This woman needed to be locked up because she was a threat to me and all of society.
Every time she pulled that ‘Was I good for you?’ shit, she made me want to buy her another fuckin’ ring and plan another trip down the aisle.
She didn't even know that she was awakening a beast in me, and I was ready to blow a nigga’s shit back just for looking her way.
“So fuckin’ good, baby. And now that I know how gorgeous you look with that pretty mouth stretched open for me and my cum spilling down your throat, I hope you know I plan on fuckin’ this beautiful face all the time,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.
“I look forward to it,” she challenged back. I made sure she was cleaned up so we could rejoin the rest of the squad and finish our game night.
Later on, we were heading home, fussing over nothing important as she held my hand.
“Yeah, I mean, we could have taken the Bugatti tonight, but… you know,” I teased as I shot her a nasty glare.
“Brick! You swore we were past that, now you wanna keep bringing it up! Let it go before I roll down this window and let a butterfly in here!” she fussed. I gave her a look nasty enough to scare the fuck out of a grown ass man, but all she did was laugh.
“Fuck you! But for real, I can’t believe you got one lil’ taste of dick, and it made you go crazy like that!”
“It wasn’t about the sex. It was the principle.” We both laughed and looked off before she sighed and turned back my way. “Damn, I love you,” she said before rubbing her cheek against my hand. I sucked my teeth.
“Man, why you keep sayin’ that shit, Peep?” I groaned, unable to even look in her direction.
“Because I mean it,” she answered. I huffed and looked off, checking my blind spot. Since the night she first let me inside of her, she was always trying to sneak that shit in. I tried to ignore it, but she just kept with the shit.
“Please stop,” I said gently. I didn’t want to upset her, but I was uncomfortable as hell. She sucked her teeth, and I went into recovery mode, trying to salvage the rest of the night. “I just don’t want you saying that and mad at me because I can’t say it back.”
“Have I ever asked you to say it back?” she challenged.
“But you shouldn’t have to. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can give it back.” She let out a sigh and looked at our intertwined fingers, kissing the back of my hand over and over before she spoke again. My eyes went to the rearview mirror before they shot back over to her.
“I deserve you. You may not be able to say it, but you show me all the time, baby. You don’t have to say it.”
“So you just gon’ make a nigga be in love with you, huh?” I teased, knowing that was the closest thing to the truth. That crazy ass girl made me happy. I would give up everything I owned before I left her, so I hoped Ma didn’t plan on striking up any more deals on my good name.
“See, I knew it. You don’t have to say it. I—”
“Destiny…” I said, just above a whisper. “Get on the fuckin’ floor now!”
She barely had time to duck before bullets started flying.
All I could hear were her panicked screams as I pulled out my glock, returning fire on the car next to us as I continued to swerve through the streets.
She let out a loud scream as glass fragments rained down on her from the now shattered windows.
We went shot for shot as the sounds of gunfire and tires screeching contrasted with the silence of the night.
Usually, I would live for this shit—I loved a good shootout, but the fact that my girl was in the car with me made all this shit more real.
I locked in, hitting the driver of the car with a shot right to the forehead.
The car jerked side to side for a bit, then crashed into a light pole.
I kept driving until we were a safe distance away, then stopped the car.
My brain almost shut down completely when I realized that she wasn’t screaming anymore.
“Destiny! Baby!? Des!” I yelled as I pulled on her arm. I should have been finishing the job, doubling back to take care of the other two niggas in the car, but all I could focus on was making sure she was okay.