Chapter 17 #2
“Tank, them niggas got me by my fuckin neck. Toby be sports betting, and he making money off me. Every game, this nigga got me dropping passes, not getting yards, and not running the fuckin ball. I’m about to damage my career at the expense of this nigga.
He watched me commit a murder. He got too much leverage on me.
I gotta do what he telling me, or Ima go to prison.
Tank, I don’t think I ever said this shit out of my mouth, but nigga, I’m scared!
” his voice cracked when he said that, and a tear fell.
I was angry. Angry to the point that I was shaking. I knew that my cousin was wrapped up in some shit with them dudes, but I wasn’t thinking anything like this.
I stepped closer to him, standing right in front of him.
“That game that you had the other night, that’s why you wouldn’t make a touchdown? Because them niggas told you not to?” I asked, and he just nodded.
I kept saying that I had no understanding why Rico had been playing like that. I knew he could score, so to find out the real reason why he was doing that shit, I literally didn’t have any words.
It took about five minutes for me to respond, and right before I did, I cleared my throat.
“If them niggas were going to snitch on you for catching a body, they would have been did it. If we going to be technical about the situation, if push comes to shove, they could go down for that shit just as much as you can, and that right there is how I know that they won’t snitch.
They moved that body. They had a murder scene cleaned up.
Right there, it makes them an accomplice.
Just as guilty as your ass is. Even if they tried to be some green ass niggas and snitch, it’ll still be their word against yours.
No witnesses, no cameras, and no proof, so what fuckin dead body?
Don’t speak on that shit. Pretend that you never even did it.
You letting this shit control you, nigga.
I saw it in the way you played the other night.
I knew you could run that ball every time that it got in your hands, but you were choosing not to.
If I felt that way, other people probably going to start thinking that too.
The league find out what you out here doing, and you can kiss all that football shit goodbye.
Fuck them niggas! Don’t do shit else that they asking you to do! ” I spat.
“Them niggas will kill me, Tank. They always threaten me with that,” he responded.
“Kill you? Them is fake gangsters that you got instilling that fear in you. If they was really bout that, they would have killed the nigga on the porch that you were fighting, but that scary ass nigga put the gun in your hand, so that you could do it. Hoe ass niggas hiding behind making bets off your name, and back door deals. That’s the kind of niggas you scared of?
They bleed just like you do. Handle your business on that field on Saturday.
Them niggas already made enough money off your name.
You had a bad game last weekend. Show the fuck off next game,” I put my hand out, so that he could slap it up with me.
It took him awhile, but he eventually brought his hand out and did it.
I came back to Miami a changed man. I promised my pop- pop that I would leave that street life alone when he took his last breath. For my little cousin though, I’ll come out of retirement quick. If I had to put those fake thugs down, I would do it.
Rico stayed out here with me for about twenty more minutes, and he eventually stood up, so that he could leave. I walked him back through the house, and to the front door. I hugged him before he left, told him I loved him, and to remember everything we discussed.
From there, I watched him get into his car, and he pulled off. I closed the door behind him, locked it, and shut down the house for the rest of the night. I can’t even lie, the shit he put on me was heavy, and I really hated that he was mixed up in that mess.
I made it upstairs, and Dionne was still in bed, sleeping. The TV was playing, but it was turned down low. I went into the bathroom, so that I could brush my teeth, and rinse my mouth out. I’d already showered for the night.
Once I finished handling my business in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom, got in bed, and the feel of my body getting in bed caused Dionne to jump in her sleep, and she let out a sound as if I scared her.
I noticed that she did that shit a couple of nights ago when she stayed the night.
The look in her eyes was one of pure panic, but when she saw that it was me, they settled.
I pulled her by her arm, so that she could be closer.
“Why every time I get in bed with you when your sleeping, you jump like that? What you scared of?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, her voice still gone.
I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t going to nag her about it.
I knew she wasn’t feeling her best, so I wasn’t going to keep questioning her.
She lay with her head tucked into the crook of my arm.
I was lying on my back, with my other hand behind my head, just thinking about the conversation that I had with Rico.
“I hope you’re not going to break up with me,” she snapped me out of my thoughts. Her saying that shit made me laugh and look down at her.
“Why you said that?” I wanted to know.
“I’m not making it easy right now. I’m not trying to make it hard, but I’m hurting. My heart is broken,” she replied, her voice shaking with every word that she said.
I lifted her head up, pulled the covers off her, and I picked her up, so that I could sit her in my lap.
Her long legs went on either side of me, straddling me.
Dionne had come with her ‘spend the night’ bag, so she was dressed in one of her silk, two pieced pajamas.
Her hair wasn’t tied up or anything, so it was just hanging.
You could see the pain in her eyes, but you could also see the beauty.
“And with your broken heart, look where you at. Your sisters tried to get you to go out with them tonight, and you told them no because you wanted to be with your nigga,” my hands were on her hips, as I looked up at her, talking to her.
I got her to smile, which was something that I haven’t been able to do in a few days.
“You don’t have to worry about me breaking up with you for this though, baby. That’ll be selfish, and immature on my part. You lost something that you care about, and your handling it how I expect you to. We going to get through this shit together, aight?” squeezing her hips, and she nodded.
Still straddling me, she laid the top half of her body flat against my chest. I took my hands, putting them up under the silk shorts she was wearing, and I massaged her ass. I could hear her heart beating against me, and it matched the rhythm of mine.
“So, we’re boyfriend, and girlfriend now?” she asked me.
“Hell yeah, baby,” I answered.
“When did we establish that though?” she picked her head up to ask me.
“When you let me get the pussy, you signed the contract with death row right there. We locked in, baby. This your dick,” my eyes were closed as I talked to her because I was fighting sleep.
Dealing with a girl who was mourning a puppy wasn’t easy. I wasn’t getting any sleep around this bitch.
The second her lips touched mine, she was waking me up. Waking that dick up too.
I kissed her with my eyes closed, and hands moving up, and down her ass.
I wasn’t going to make the move to fuck because I didn’t know if she was just kissing me because we hadn’t kissed in a few days, or if she was kissing me, with plans of this leading to sex.
She’s been on edge like a motha fucka these past few days, snapping on everybody, so I would hate to flip her ass, thinking it was time to fuck, only to get snapped on, if fuckin wasn’t in her list of plans.
When her hand reached down though, and they went inside my shorts, I knew that fuckin was on the agenda, so it was fair game when I held her tighter by her ass, only so I could reached over into the nightstand, grab the box of condoms that were left over, and still kissing her, I took one out, ready to get this show on the road.
Dionne broke the kiss, so that she could remove her shirt.
Those pretty titties that I couldn’t seem to get enough of were staring me in my face, as she removed herself from my lap, and she took her shorts, and panties off.
Dionne had such a perfect body. Her measurements were perfect.
Perky titties, small waist, hips that spread a little bit, and although she didn’t have the biggest ass, it was plump, and I loved that shit.
While she was standing, I pulled my shorts, and briefs to my knees, dick standing straight up, and I got the condom on.
My dick was pointed straight in the air, as she got back in bed, mounting me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, as if I was hugging her.
Her hands planted down on my chest, and she looked me in my eyes.
“Sit on it, baby,” I instructed her.
She raised her hips a little bit, reached one hand back, so that she could hold onto my dick, and she slowly eased herself down on it, moaning, and whining her entire way down.
I bit down hard on my lip, watching the pretty fuck faces she was making, as she lowered herself down on that dick, and slowly started moving her hips up and down, riding me nasty as fuck.
“You look like you want to tell me you love me. You love me baby?” I asked, hugging her tighter, as she was riding, and I started moving my hips up and down, matching her strokes, letting her feel pressure from below.
“I think sooooo,” she moaned, her lips right in front of mine, so I ended up biting her bottom one, which made her jump, and her body shiver.
“What the fuck does I think so mean? I got this big dick in you, moments away from making that pussy squirt, and you talking about you think so. You either love daddy, or you don’t,” I talked to her, making her moan even louder.
She stopped moving her body for a second, looked me in my eyes, raised her hips, took the motha fuckin condom off, threw it on the bed, and she lowered that wet pussy down onto my bare dick, and I almost lost my mind when I felt raw pussy for the first time.
“I want to feel it raw inside me. You think I love you now?” she asked, back to riding that dick.
“Damn this shit feel good, baby. Still tell me though. I want to hear you say it,” I coached, fucking her from up under, loving this shit.
“I love you big daddy. I’m about to cum on that dickkkk,” she warned me.
“Fuck! Ima nut too,” I couldn’t even hold that shit back if I tried.
For as long as I’ve been fuckin, I’ve never busted this quick. Taking that condom off, and feeling raw pussy for the first time, had me feeling like a rookie. Dionne squirted, wetting up my stomach, and when she finished, she was panting, with her face right in front of mine.
I took one hand off her ass, and I put it up under her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“You love me, or you just saying shit?” I asked her, and she giggled.
“You pulled my card. I said it to make you feel good,” she replied, and I slapped her on her ass, doing that shit hard, making her jump.
“Stop lying. Tell me you love me again. I like how that shit sounds,” I said with a smile.
“I do love you Tank. You’ve been here for me.
I needed you two times so far, and you always come for me.
When my tire flew off, and right now, as I’m mourning the loss of my puppy.
I love you for that, and I’m appreciative of you for showing up for me,” she let me know, having me smile so fuckin big.
“I love you too, baby. Swear to God I do. I never felt raw pussy. 10 out of 10. I highly recommend it. I’m not wearing no more condoms with you, so jokes on you love,” I let her know, flipping her, putting her down on her back.
“I take birth control. Just so you know,” she informed me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Just don’t want you to think that I’m killing your babies. The pills are stopping me from getting pregnant,” she said with a smile on her face.
“I got the girl of my dreams giving me raw pussy and just finished confessing her love to me. You really think I’m not going to get a baby out of you?” I had to ask her, raising her legs in the air, ready to feel her again.
She didn’t even respond. She didn’t have to though because I slipped back inside of her.
We went at it hard. Round for round. Position after position. After a while, she tapped out on me and fell asleep moments after.
I was standing up, looking down at her, with a bare dick that was coated in her juices, thinking how this woman had me right by the fuckin balls.
She did all that running from me in the beginning, talking all that shit, saying how she wasn’t going to give me the time of day, only to be right here, in the middle of my bed, knocked out from all the good dick that she keeps allowing me to put in her.
Shit was crazy how I managed to always get my way.