Lust (5 page)

Salida moaned and sighed and humped under his expert head game. Her movements were limited due to her hip injury, so she held his head and pushed his face into her wetness, moving his head around in ways that excited and pleased her the most.

Ace needed that pussy. He knew he couldn’t get on top of her and fuck her, but that didn’t stop him from wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to feel her riding him and raping him with those beautiful, silky guts.

His tongue worked overtime as he nibbled on her clit, then dipped it into her puddle of hot juices and licked her out. They were both moaning now, and Salida screamed as her body stiffened and she climaxed, spurts of her hot cum filling his mouth.

Ace got him a nut too. His dick jerked and spasmed like crazy as he busted off hard, filling his drawers with a gigantic load of sticky semen.

He put his groin over his hand in shame, and Salida laughed at his lack of dick control.

“I can stay the night and take care of you, if you want me to,” he said, ignoring her laughter as he squeezed her thigh and continued to lust for her.

“Hell naw,” Salida said and pushed his hand away. “Don’t
no
niggah stay all night in my house. Matter of fact, run over to Pluto’s place and get Nooni’s ass and bring her over here,” she ordered as she thought about the latest batch of meth she needed to test. “Nooni can take care of me tonight. Just put a blanket out there on the couch and tell her lil ass I said she better sleep real light just in case I call for her in the middle of the night.”

CHAPTER 6

Slick Sallie pushed Mick’s souped-up car to the max as he drove down the highway heading east. He had already stopped at a gas station where he filled up his tank and bought a six-pack of bottled water and three jumbo packs of cinnamon gum.

Earlier, he’d gone to a discount cell phone dealer and filled out an application for a new account. He’d purchased a cheap throw-away phone that didn’t require a contract, but still had enough bells and whistles on it to make it worthwhile.

Sallie got himself a brand new phone number, and then waited as the salesman copied all the numbers and email addresses from his old address book and transferred them to his new one.

He was gonna miss his iPhone, but it was registered under his uncle Frank’s business account and Sallie was way too fuckin’ smart to leave a trail behind him like that.

“We have a special program going where we’ll give you a discount if you turn in your old phone,” the tech said.

“Nah, I’m cool,” Sallie had declined, taking both phones with him as he got back in Mick’s car.

With his eyes burning from a lack of sleep, Sallie set the ride on cruise control and coasted five miles above the speed limit with the windows rolled down and the wind rushing through his hair.

Images of the past few days flashed in his mind and he thought about his cousin Mick and wondered if his aunt would ever get over the death of her son. By now, the entire family knew Sallie was responsible for Mick getting electrocuted, and if Sallie knew anything about the Sanveneros, he knew they wanted him to pay.

Rage had been broiling his Uncle Frank’s voice when he called Sallie and told him to get his ass over to the house. Sallie had lied and told Big Frank that he was on his way, but instead of walking into what would have been worse than a firing squad, Sallie had hauled ass outta town with no intention of ever going back again.

In the eyes of The Organization, Sallie was now a fugitive. With dumb Mick dead and all of Sallie’s dirty, underhanded deeds exposed to his family, he was officially a wanted man with a big round target on his back.

As dangerous as it was to be lined up in the mafia’s crosshairs, he was also glad to be out from under Big Frank’s thumb. The Sanvenero family had been ordered to stay out of New York City, but Slick Sallie was a McCain so those goddamn orders didn’t apply to him.

Besides, New York was where he needed to be. There were a lot of opportunities in that town for a man who could live by his wits. There were plenty of prospects that a guy with Sallie’s brains and cunning skills could explore and exploit.

One of the first things on Sallie’s crooked agenda was to complete the arms deal that he was planning with a young drug dealer from Harlem. The guy was looking to get his hands on an entire fucking arsenal, and Sallie knew it was gonna be a risky exploit, but if he pulled it off the right way it would net him a shitload of cash.

Sallie had done a little business with this particular hoodlum before, but it had been mostly small-time shit. Two-bit trading. A couple of hot semi-automatics and ten or fifteen dirty revolvers.

But this time the guy wanted to do business on a whole ’nother level, and he wanted way more than a few random pieces too. He was looking to score an entire arsenal, and the most important aspect of the deal was his demand that every single gun be brand new. Unfired. Guaranteed squeaky clean.

Sallie had agreed to take the job, even though it had looked pretty impossible to get his hands on the amount of money it took to commandeer that kind of cache. But now that he was sitting on the loot that had been stuffed in Gino’s safe, there was more than enough cash in his pockets for him to get down on the deal. He knew he’d have to go back-alley deep in order to broker a deal of this magnitude, but if he could get in contact with a trader he knew in Virginia and make the big buy, then he could slap a steep mark-up on the weapons and sell them at a nice profit to the drug dealer in Harlem.

Slick Sallie grinned as he envisioned the kind of cash he’d be holding. Shit, if he could pull this deal off he’d be set for life and rolling so heavy he’d never have to come down.

Fuckin’ moolies, he thought as he sped down the highway. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why the drug dealer up in Harlem wanted an entire arsenal of clean guns, and Sallie had no problem with the bloody battle that was sure to go down for control of Harlem’s streets. In fact, he was happy to be doing his part to clean that place up. The guns he traded would go a long way towards wiping out some of the dirty moolies who were stinking up the slum-infested housing projects worse than they already stank.

Yeah, fuck Big Frank and the rest of the family, he thought with satisfaction. Sallie was making all the right moves and every one of his plans was about to fall in place.

“Suck my nuts, you lousy Sanveneros!” Slick Sallie yelled out the window as his dead cousin’s car lurched forward with a zoom. “New York City, here I come!”

CHAPTER 7

“I put in good work for you, didn’t I, Mo?”

Young Bilal sounded real hopeful as he pounded his wood into Money-Making Monique’s tight chocolate tunnel. He balanced her plump titties in his palms and they jiggled like hot water-balloons as he grunted and kept up his deep, steady strokes.

Releasing one of her titties, Bilal slid his hand over her stacked hip. His fingers crept around until they found her dripping slit. Her clit was hard and throbbing, and he pinched it a few times before digging his fingers inside her up to his third knuckle.  

Pussy was real good, Bilal thought as his palm filled with Monique’s dripping cream, but he liked ass so much better.

Mo’s hips twerked deliciously as she glanced over her shoulder and threw her round humps at him with short, hard jerks.

Bilal’s young ass almost fainted under her expert moves. He moaned as his fingers played in her gushy and he filled her backdoor with his dick at the same time.

Biting gently on the tender meat of Mo’s neck, he pressed his middle finger against the thin membrane that separated her two holes, and shuddered as he felt his dick moving just on the other side, thrusting deeply in her ass.

“Oh damn…” Bilal groaned in her ear. They had snuck inside the triple X cinema room at the G-Spot and he pressed Mo up against the wall as he plundered her sweet asshole.  

A necklace of drool hung from his bottom lip and rested on Monique’s shoulder as she gripped his dick in the unbelievable tightness of her tunnel. “Oh, yeah…I did good,” the young’un muttered like he was a school kid talking to his teacher. “I hit that bitch just like you wanted me to, Mo. I did real good.”

Monique rested her forehead on the wall and smirked as she winded her hips and straight up laid her sick booty-dance on him. She was giving Bilal his promised reward for the solid he’d done for her in the G-Spot’s back alley, but his lil four-inch dick probing up her ass wasn’t giving her nothing but a bad attitude.

“Shut the fuck up and get yours so we can get outta here niggah,” she muttered. “You did a’ight, but you ain’t kill that bitch! But I bet your ass’ll be dead if Ace finds out you was driving that car! Now hurry up and bust your nut, goddammit. I gotta get out there and get that old hag some lunch.”

$$$$$

“You hungry, Mizz Salida?” Monique asked fifteen minutes later. She had let Bilal finish getting his shit off, then washed her ass and approached Salida real sweet-like even though her hatred for the older woman was growing on a daily basis.

Salida was dripping jewels and finery and relaxing on a burgundy satin lounge chair that Ace had bought for her. He had gotten a few of his dun duns to set it up on a little platform he built next to the bar so she could oversee the happenings in the G-Spot as she rested her sprained hip.

Ace had also bought her a slim, fly-ass gold cane, and Salida sat up there waving that shit like a queen on a throne as she questioned and controlled almost everything that went down.

Sprained hip my ass,
Monique thought as she smiled sweetly at the laced-up old trick, but deep inside she was steaming. Wasn’t shit wrong with this throwed-off bitch. Salida hadn’t broken a goddamn thing when that car hit her. She could get around just fine on her own, but Ace still had Monique and Nooni taking turns waiting on her, and both of their damn feet were worn out from running around to meet her crazy demands.

“You want me to send Nooni down the block to get you something to eat?” Monique asked, holding her hand out like she was waiting for some money. She wasn’t paying for Salida’s food! She’d be damned if that double-crossing bitch was gonna eat one bite off the doe she shook her naked ass for!

Monique was too steamed about Salida and her greedy, double-crossing ways. They were supposed to be partners, and by all rights Mo shoulda been pocketing a percentage of the loot that came in from the cut room operations. She had done some cut-throat shit for Salida, but so far that old wench hadn’t gotten her ass up off a single dime.

“No!” Salida replied, ignoring Monique’s outstretched hand. “Don’t send Nooni nowhere. Tell her to bring her ass over here. I got that girl on a schedule and it’s time for her to take her medicine. Send one of them corner boys over to Famous Fish Market and get me a fried whitey sandwich and a side order of jumbo shrimp. Tell ’em to make sure they put plenty of hot sauce on my fish too.”

“Okay, I will,” Monique said and turned away with a look of disgust in her eyes. She was hoping like hell the old bitch would choke on a fish bone, but on the real, an alley cat like Salida seemed to have nine lives. Bilal had knocked the shit outta her with his brother’s car, and as Mo peeped outta the back window she coulda sworn Salida had cracked her conniving skull on the concrete and croaked.

But
noooo.
That woulda been too much like an answered fuckin’ prayer! Monique had been hot as hell when Pluto came home that night talking about Salida had got hit by a car and the only thing she had was a sprained damn hip.

What the hell?
Monique had wanted to scream and ask him. How was that possible? You mean that bitch’s back didn’t get broke? Her dome didn’t shatter into a hundred pieces and her shiesty-ass brains didn’t spill out all over the sidewalk? What the fuck! Wasn’t old people supposed to have brittle fuckin’ bones?