Forbidden Fruit (22 page)

He took her piercing into his mouth and sucked gently. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," he moaned as he devoured her. "I wanna taste it when you cum. I want to taste your honey baby." The vibration of his deep voice on her sensitive clit made her shiver.

"Suck right there....yes...mmmm....eat my pussy Tre...mmmm....baby....uhhhh...I'm cumin'." She grinded into him as he used his tongue and lips on her clit.

He looked up and watched her as she came. She licked her lips sexily at him. "I'm goin' fuck the hell outta your ass," she said. "You know you 'bout to get some good pussy."

The moment he'd been waiting for. He'd finally have the chance to bury his thick, black, nine and a half inch dick in her juicy, tight pussy. His heart was leaping in his chest. "Damn P. I know it's good," he said positioning himself on top of her. He put the condom on and was ready.

"Let me get on top," she said repositioning herself on top of him. Princess grabbed his dick and guided him inside of her. She grinded her ass to a seductive beat and he grabbed her thick hips. As she bounced her ass on top of him he couldn't help but compare her softness to marshmallows. He massaged her ass and watched as his fingers disappeared into her soft flesh.

"Princess, damn, this is heaven," he moaned as she lifted her knees up and rode him froggy style. She bounced on top of him bringing her soft, but strong pussy muscles down on his hard dick. The contrast between her softness and his hardness felt so good, and he didn't think he could hold on. He didn't want to nut fast, so he stopped moving to contain himself.

"What's wrong?" Princess asked. She continued to swirl her hips around in a circular motion. She wanted to feel every inch of him.

"You wet as hell, and you know your pussy strong. You feel too good, and I don't wanna bust yet." He slapped her ass. She started bouncing up and down on his dick faster.

"Ohhh shit, baby...I'm nuttin'!" He yelled feeling the best nut he'd felt in years. He came so hard he felt like it would never stop. "Damn."

"It's a'ight baby. I wanted you to get the first nut outta the way. Now you goin' fuck the shit outta me."

He climbed on top of her, put on another condom, and dug her out. Of course she threw that pussy back to him, meeting his eager, vigorous thrusts with an animalistic sexual desire. She dug her nails into his flesh as he grabbed her and pulled her hips into him. He wanted to go deeper, deeper than any man had ever gone. He lifted himself out of her warmth and then plunged in as hard and deep as he could go. He couldn't go any further, so he pressed down and grinded into her g spot. He was so deep inside of her that he could feel her wetness on his balls.

"Tre! Oh my, ohhh shit! Ohhh shit muthafucka! Fuck the shit outta me! Ohhh, you big...good dick mufucka!" She screamed out in pleasure.

"Damn right, I ain't forget where your spot at! Oh hell no! You don't forget good pussy like this," he said breathlessly. "That wet, hot, sweet, tight pussy," he added for emphasis.

"Uhhh Tre, uhhh, I missed you so much." Princess turned around, pushed her ass up in the air and arched her back. To Tre that was some sexy shit. She spread her legs, exposing straight pussy in his face. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed inside of her warm wetness. He pounded into her hard, feeling her muscles pull at his dick.

"Damn girl! You feel too damn good! Mmmm!" He groaned. "Mmmm mmm mmmm!" He grabbed her ass and the smacking sounds of him exploring her wetness filled their ears.

"You hear that?" He asked. "Listen to that pussy talk to me."

"What she sayin' baby?" She asked pushing back into his hardness.

"She missed this dick. She don't want no other dick up in this mufucka but mine. This my mufuckin' pussy. Tell me who pussy this is! Say my name!" He yelled and slapped her ass. He watched as her fat ass rippled. "That fat ass."

"Uhhh, uhhh! Ohhh Tre! Tre! Baby, this is your pussy!"

"Squeeze that mufucka! Mmm girl." He inhaled. "Mmm, I can smell that pussy. Your sweet smell all over this mufucka! Mmmm! You feel good, you smell good, and you look good. Damn...work that pussy on my dick." He stopped moving and let her take total control. She clapped her ass cheeks as her tight, wet pussy muscles massaged and squeezed his hardness. “Some pretty ass shit there. Damn shawty.” He slapped her ass cheeks and watched as they reddened.

'Look at this shit,' he said to himself as he watched his dick go in and out of her wet pussy. He liked the way it glistened with her juices. He grabbed her ass and dug inside her with long, deep strokes. He watched as he tore that pussy up. Her vanilla thighs and fat, round, juicy ass made him want to keep dipping inside her. He looked at her face as she watched him please her in the mirrors. He couldn't help but get lost in her beauty. "You one sexy ass bitch," he moaned burying his face in her sweet smelling neck. He sucked and nibbled on her soft skin. She didn't take any offense to his reference to her as a bitch. As a matter of fact that shit turned her on even more and made her pump her ass even harder.

"Baby, is this what you been waitin' for?" She asked grinding and bouncing her thick ass on his dick. He watched as she furiously rubbed her clit. “Fuck!” she screamed. He felt her pussy muscles tightly gripping him.

He was losing control and all he could do was hold on to her waist. "Yes, hell yes!"

"This pussy good to you?"

"Damn good. Ahh shit. Damn good, baby ain't nuthin' s'posed to feel this mufuckin' good! This pussy goin' have a nigga crazy as hell!" He yelled fucking her faster and harder.

Her knees weakened and she melted into him as they dissolved into a pool of satisfaction. Tre was pussy whipped and believe it or ot Princess was sprung.

Chapter 12

We had decided to go to Barbados instead of the Bahamas. A whole week in paradise was in store and I had to have the proper necessities for the trip. We had first class tickets and reservations for the Presidential suite at a five star Ritz Carlton resort hotel. It had been hard talking Princess into going. Since Tre had gotten out the week before, the two of them were inseparable.

"Damn Yanna. You don't need all this bullshit for one week in Barbados," Diablo complained and frowned up his handsome face. He surveyed the items that I'd thrown across the bed with disdain. "Why'd you have to buy the skimpiest shit you could find?"

I pouted. "You mad at me baby? I just wanna make sure that I have everything I need. I didn't mean to spend too much. It's hot as hell in Barbados. What you want me to wear?" I asked.

"Oh please." I rolled my eyes at him. I don't see you holdin' out on nuthin'. You just bought a new bike yesterday." I was referring to his money green and black Kawasaki Ninja.

"Well, it's my money." As soon as he said it he wished he could take it back.

"Oh, it's like that now?" I asked. "It's not ours anymore? Now it's yours. Oh okay Diablo. What happened to what's yours is mine? Fuck you." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my red Fendi bag off the counter. I grabbed a bundle of folded receipts and went back into the bedroom. "Since it's so fuckin' important for you to track my spendin' here're the receipts. How 'bout you gone and hire a personal accountant to make sure I don't exceed your fuckin' budget!" I threw them at him.

Diablo looked at me like I was crazy. We'd never argued about money before. He bent over and picked up the receipts. He studied them one by one. I sat on the bed and waited for the verdict.

"I'll be back to take you to the airport. I need to make sure my niggas on the grind, so I can afford you," he said walking out of the room.

I got up and followed him. "Don't be like that Ablo. Sumthin' else must be botherin' you. You ain't never tripped about no money before."

He stopped and turned to look at me. "To be honest I wanna stick my mufuckin' foot in my mouth. I'm the one who suggested you and your girls go on this trip and now I don't want you to go. I'm goin' miss you," he said and looked away.

"So you not mad about how much money I spent?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "Hell nol. It's my fault you spoiled and I don't mind spoiling your ass. Your plane leave at four in the mornin' right?" He asked.

I nodded. "Mmm hmmm."

"I'll be back way before then. I gotta make sure them niggas gettin' that paper. Can't let my baby fall off." He walked over and kissed me softly on the lips.

I sat beside Princess on the plane. She really seemed happy, and nobody expected the drastic change in her; especially not the men who were used to getting their share of the poohnanny. She had cut all of them off by changing her cell number and avoiding them all together. D Roc had let her go. He was confined to a wheelchair and understood that he couldn't give Princess what she wanted or needed. Ace on the other hand had a harder time letting go.

"Ablo told me that Ace was pissed when he saw you and Tre together," I said.

"I know. He told me that he wasn't goin' to sit back and let that nigga just take me like that. I couldn't believe Ace's hard ass could be so soft over some pussy. Shit, that's all the fuck it was. Raphael, the dude from the spa was buggin' the hell outta me too. We gotta find another spa to go to," she said.

We talked a little more and then fell asleep. When we landed in Barbados we were ready for some sandy beaches, turquoise water, and fine, exotic island men.

* * *

The cab pulled up to my apartment and I sighed. I didn't want my island vacation to end, but I was glad to be returning home to my man. He was in Brooklyn handling some business with this dude he fucked with named Sly. Sly was his X connect. Diablo had just discovered that Xtasy was a gold mine. He hadn't been dealing with X long, but the profit he made so far had been worth the risk of the new business venture. Niggas and bitches gay and straight were rolling hard on that X. Diablo had been dealing with Sly for a few years and had trusted that he had his back.

I'd finally gotten my things inside and the first thing I wanted to do was relax in a bubble bath. I ran some hot water into the tub, added some bubble bath, lit some candles, and put Luther's greatest hits in the CD player. Talk about setting the mood. I really missed my man. He was due home the next morning and I could hardly wait. I noticed that I hadn't seen Dame. Ablo must've taken him with him. I smiled at the thought of seeing my baby. That's when my cell phone vibrated on the back of the toilet. I reluctantly jumped out of the relaxing bubbles to answer it.

"That nigga Sly is sly for real. He a rat yo'. He tipped the police to the deal. The pigs was already there waitin'. It was a set up, and cuz felt that shit.He told me he knew sumthin' won't right. He didn't take the bait, but them niggas got him for conspiracy," he explained. "He won't get his first appearance 'till the mornin', so I don't know how much his bail goin' be. The pigs killed my brother Nino. It’s fucked up ma.”

"Tell my baby I'm comin' to get him," I said. “And I‘m sorry about your brother.”

I called Diablo's lawyer Mr. Heinstead and then I called Uncle Pete. He had a few legit businesses that he could use as proof of income to get Ablo out. Uncle Pete agreed to find a bail bondsman before we left. I pinched some money off the stash to cover the trip and the percentage of his bond. I made sure that I had more than enough.

I wrecked my brain trying to figure out why Sly would snitch on Ablo. Not only did they do business together, but they kicked it when either of them traveled to the other's domain. I heard Uncle Pete's horn beeping outside. I grabbed my coat and left.