A Pimp In Pumps (17 page)

              Damn, he was putting it down. He held my clit between his thick lips and flicked his tongue over it quickly. After that he started sucking again and pulling my clit gently with his lips. Oh, I was loving it.

              “Damn, you eatin’ my pussy like you love me Serg…fuck…”

              His eyes were on mine and I stared down at him intensely as I watched my clit become even more engorged in his mouth.

              “I do love you…” Merely a whisper, I still heard his words loud and clear.

              “Damn…I’m cumin…ahhh…ohhh…mmm.” My body shook and convulsed like it was the first time I’d had an orgasm in my life.

              Serg continued to watch me as he worked his fingers against my G-spot, making me cum again and again. His lips were still wrapped around my clit and he had no mercy.

              When he was finally done, he leaned over to cover my lips with his glistening ones. As his tongue met mine, I couldn’t help but enjoy the flavor of my own essence. We held on to each other, kissing like we were long lost lovers who had just found one another. In a way it was kind of like that.

              “You have the prettiest, fattest, meatiest pussy I’ve ever seen ma. I enjoyed that shit,” he said as he stood up to get a condom from his jean pocket.

              I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out for him.

              “Let me taste you,” I said in a soft, sexy voice.

              He turned around with a sly grin on his face. I loved his straight, white teeth. “I damn sure won’t be turnin’ you down.”

              As he stood there, I dropped down to my knees and went in on that thick, long ass dick. It had to be close to ten inches when he was hard. I had to pull out some of the tricks I’d picked up from the girls and that nigga’s hand was on the back of my neck.

              “Arrrggghhh…fuck…you suckin’ the hell outta that shit…” He stared down at me in amazement. “Damn, shawty…mmm…mmm…mmm. You gon’ have me fucked up.”

              I stared right back at him like, ‘Hell yeah nigga and can’t nah bitch suck this shit like me.’

              Spit was everywhere, because I was giving him that sloppy, deep throat action. Next thing I knew, that nigga’s nut was spewing into my mouth. It wasn’t my thing to swallow, so I quickly made my way to the restroom to spit out his babies. Maybe once we were official, I’d take that step. I put some Listerine in my mouth, gargled, rinsed and made my way back to him.

              He was stroking his dick, trying to keep it rock hard. My heart was beating erratically because I was anxious to feel him inside of me.

              “C’mon shawty. Bring that ass over here ‘fore I come get it.”

              He picked me up and laid me down on the edge of the bed. After sliding the condom on, he dipped down between my legs and slid inside of me slowly. I could feel it as every inch of his manhood stretched my slippery walls to capacity.

              “Ohhh…mmm.” Damn, he was huge.

              “You okay babe?” He looked down at me with concern.

              “Shit, I’m more than okay. You?”

              “I’m good as fuck. This pussy’s bitin’. For real ma. Damn…” He shook his head as he found a rhythm and started digging my pussy out.

              “Ohhh…shiiiit!” I had to stare up at him, because he was working my ass over.

              That nigga could move and I held on to his ass and threw the pussy back. It wasn’t no laying on my back type of shit going on, because he was putting it down. I’d never been fucked like that.

              “Mmmm…damn…”

              “Sasha…bae…this shit’s good as fuck ma…damn! Oh, this pussy’s mine now…ahhh…fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he bit down on his bottom lip.

              My whole body trembled as he grinded deep inside of me. The mixture of pleasure and pain had me yelping and screaming out his name.

              “Serg…shit! I’m cumin’!” I screamed as I dug my nails into his back.

              Oh, it was over at that moment. I was officially, inexplicably gone over Serg. It wasn’t just the sex. It was everything. His aura had always pulled me in and the way we’d just become one had put the icing on the cake.

              “I fuckin’ love you too Serg,” I heard myself say as I held on to him. “I have for a long ass time.”

              He leaned over and our lips met. I knew then that I was his and he was mine.

*  *  *

              Serg softly slapped me on the ass, which woke me up.

              “Get up and wash that pussy, so we can go get some grub,” he said, smiling down at me.

              He smelled like soap, so I figured he’d made himself at home. Did he put on the same drawers? I guess a man could do that. At least he tried to freshen it up enough for us to be out in public.

              “Okay,” I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up.

              He tried to kiss me and I quickly curbed that shit by putting my hand in front of my face to stop him.

              “Umm, can I brush my teeth first?”

              “Fuck that ma,” he said and moved my hand out of the way.

              After he planted a soft peck on my lips, he seemed satisfied.

              “What time is it?” I asked as I threw the covers off me and stood up.

              “A little after ten.”

              “That’s it?” I yawned. “We didn’t go to sleep ‘till six.”

              “That was four hours. That’s enough sleep. C’mon ma. Go get fine for daddy.”

              “Shut up boy.” I laughed at him as I walked to the bathroom. Being that I was still naked, he was enjoying the view.

              “Yo’ fine ass know you wasn’t fuckin’ a boy last night. It was a grown man diggin’ up in that good ass pussy. I should get some more before we leave.”

              I glanced back at him as I stood at the bathroom door. “Nope. I’m hungry now.”

              He laughed as I closed the door.

*  *  *

              “You know you’re mine now right?” Serg quizzed as he cut into his pancakes. “I wasn’t just sayin’ that shit ‘cause it was the heat of the moment.”

              We were at the J Christopher’s on Ponce de Leon. So far our conversation had been flowing effortlessly and I was enjoying his company. Now we were back on the ownership conversation. I guess after being with Kamal for so long, I didn’t really want to belong to someone else right now. As much as I was feeling Serg, I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Then I thought about Cherie and what she would think about us.

              “I’m not property for you to own Serg. That was the problem with Kamal. He wanted to control me. That nigga wanted me to quit my job and have babies. He wanted me to dress, or talk a certain way. If I didn’t do everything…”

              “First of all,” he cut me off. “I ain’t him, so when I say you’re mine, I mean it in a different way. You belong to me and I don’t mean that like you’re my property. You’re my woman and that’s just how it is. These past few months we been together almost every day. I’ve been knowin’ you all your life, but I knew you as Cherie’s lil’ friend. Now you’re all woman and I’m into you on some I wanna fall in love wit’ you type of shit. Now that I got the pussy, I gotta make sure you know that you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else. Straight the fuck like that.”

              I stared up at him and shook my head as I put a piece of Belgium Waffle in my mouth.

              “So, you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else either right? Just wanna clear that up.”

              He leaned over and softly licked the syrup away that had dripped onto my bottom lip. Damn, I was wet all over again.

              “Nah ma. I ain’t tryna fuck nobody else. I’m one hundred percent satisfied wit’ you. You always carry yourself like a lady, you a boss and you know how to put it down in the bedroom. I ain’t tryna change shit ‘bout you, but your last name.”

              He stared into my eyes and the moment was so intense that I was stuck in place.

              “Damn, you know you wanna do that already?” My nerves were bad at that point.

              Serg laughed. “Don’t freak out. I’m not talkin’ ‘bout tomorrow. We’ll take our time.”

              I couldn’t help but laugh too. “You scared me. What about Cherie? I mean, if we decide to make this official, shouldn’t she know.”

              He nodded as he scooped his cheese eggs onto his fork. “Yeah, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, let’s focus on us.”

              “Okay,” I agreed.

              “Now, next thing on the agenda is findin’ that husband of yours. If we’re gonna get married one day, you have to not be married to him.”

              I rolled my eyes. “Do we have to talk about me divorcing him right now? You said we’re taking our time right?”

              “Who said anything about a divorce? I was serious about what I said. He disrespected you, but not only that…” His voice drifted off as he reached into his back pocket for his phone. “It’s Cherie.”

              With a sigh, he put the phone on the table and looked at me. “Kamal worked for me for a long time Sasha.”

              “Worked for you?” I was confused.

              “How do you think he made so much money? He didn’t make that much at Apple. After he paid me the money he owed me, I put him back on. He was playing ball and shit, but he needed some money. Those niggas on the team were into that shit, because they could pass a drug test, since coke flushes out of the system in a matter of days. Not only that, but mad mufuckas on campus used that shit. Eventually he was askin’ me for more shit and eventually he shorted me again. It was a hundred stacks that time. Once again I warned him and he pulled out of the game. He promised to pay me back, but never did. That was ‘bout two years ago. Once again, I let him live because of you. ‘Bout six months ago I ran into him and he was ‘bout to shit his pants. I think he ran away wit’ Jordan ‘cause he scared of what me, or my pops will do to him. That’s the reason he won’t file for divorce. He’s scared as hell ma. He ain’t tryna come back here.”

              Damn, that shit was a complete shocker to me. Why did Kamal keep his drug dealing lifestyle from me? That fool had me thinking he was a straight and narrow nigga. Maybe I had been the fool.

              “Wow Serg.” Suddenly my appetite was gone. “That’s crazy.”

              “Yeah, it is, and that’s why you have to help me find him.”

              I thought about it. Kamal didn’t have to come back to Atlanta for us to get a divorce. Then, suddenly I felt some type of way.

“So, you usin’ me to get to Kamal? Is that why…?”

              He put his index finger to my lips. “Don’t you dare say no stupid shit to me like that. I’ll never use you Sasha. I’m doin’ this shit for you. He did you wrong and…”

              “That doesn’t mean I want him to…die.” My voice was low so nobody could hear me.

              Serg stared into my eyes. “Really? Can you look me in my eyes and honestly say that?”

              I couldn’t. The thing was, I wanted to do it myself, on my time.

              “I didn’t think so. So, you gon’ help me or what?”

              “I haven’t talked to him in months. I have no clue how to find him.”

              “Maybe Jordan’s folks know where they are,” Serg suggested.

              “Like they would tell me,” I had to laugh sarcastically at that idea.

              “I can find Kamal, but you have to help me get to him. You know. Throw him off. It’s no way he just left a fine ass, smart, caring woman like you just because. That shit gotta be deeper than you know ma. Like I said, a man would be out of his mind to leave you. I know he regrets it every day and I’m sure he’s cravin’ that good ass pussy. I can bet my life he’d do anything to feel you again. Anything. Even risk his life.”

              “I’ll help you,” I agreed although I knew that Serg didn’t just want to kill Kamal for me. Obviously Kamal had betrayed him too.

              He pulled my body into his and gave me a sweet kiss. “Now, let’s get out of here. I got some business to handle.”

              He threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and we left. Walking to the car hand in hand made me feel like we were a real couple. The crazy thing was, with my business and his plan to get rid of Kamal, it felt like we were on some Bonnie and Clyde shit.

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