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Authors: T Styles

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Texas

My body was covered in chigger bites that I got from the bush. It’ll be a long time before I fuck outside again.
I was able to post bond once I got to Texas thanks to Jayden. I was also given another court date a few days from now. She asked Jace to send me some money to get a room until my court date since I couldn’t leave the state. I picked the money up from Western Union. I would have to stay here for a couple of nights and to be honest it was fine with me. There was somebody I wanted to see and if my fuck game was as good as I thought, he’d be wanting to see me too.
The moment I walked outside the courthouse I saw Dooway, leaning against his blue Benz smiling at me. He was just as fine as I remembered even with him sporting blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a jacket. When I called his cell I couldn’t believe the number was the same. It felt even better to know he was happy to hear from me and wanted to see me too.
“You coming with me?” He asked opening the passenger side door.
“You know it.”
I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. He pulled me into him and I could feel his dick growing in his jeans.
“Get in, babes. We got plenty of time for all that later.” He looked around. “But I don’t want my wife rolling up on us.”
When I got into his car I couldn’t wait to reenact old memories. It had been a long time since I fucked him and I hoped he thought of me as much as I thought of him. We hit a bob, talked about my life and how things were going for him. When we finally pulled up in front of my hotel I was horny and ready to end the night right.
“You coming up right?”
He gave me a sly smile. “You already know what it is. But you want something to drink first? I know you always fuck better with something up in you.”
“You know me too well.” I laughed. “It’s called dick.”
He laughed. “You go inside and I’m gonna get us some food and liquor. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.”
“Alright. I’ll call you with my room number.”
I went into the hotel thinking about all the fun we would have. There was something about sex with him that felt like home. It just felt right.
When I got in my room, I was mad that they only had one washcloth and a hand towel so I called housekeeping to bring me up some more. But after waiting a while for her to show, I decided to wash my ass using the edge of the hand towel. All of my clothes were back home and I didn’t have anything to wear after getting clean. So I wrapped my body in one of the extra sheets I found in the closet.
An hour later, a knock sounded on the door and I opened it wide. It was Dooway giving me the
‘I’ma fuck the dog shit out of you’
look.
“What took you so long?” I asked.
He walked in and closed the door behind him. “I had some running around to do and I think Diamond knew I was hooking up with you. So I had to throw her off of our trail.”
“She always trying to come in between us.”
“Stop playing, girl.” He laughed. “You know that’s my wife.”
“But I was fucking you before her. I would’ve left your father if you asked me to. I’m serious. I miss you so much.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the lips.
“You ain’t miss me that much did you?” He asked.
“What you think?”
He handed me the bag of liquor and he didn’t have any food with him. But who wanted to eat? I barely ate at home and knew I lost about thirty pounds since the last time I saw him. So I drank most of the liquor and allowed him to take the sheet off of my naked body. Looking at me he removed the bottle from my hand and said, “I see you’re still sexy as shit.” He poured some down his throat. “Even though you lost all that weight.”
“I try to stay sexy no matter what size I am.”
“You ain’t gotta try, baby. You just are.”
“Thanks.” I said as my pussy got wetter. “Now what you gonna do about it?”
“Get on the bed.” He instructed.
Doing as I was told, I climbed on the bed and opened my legs. He crawled on top of me and entered my pussy. Kissing me deeply in the mouth, he pounded in and out of me, which drove me crazy. Sex with us was always on point. We always connected and always vibed.
“Damn, this pussy still like that.” He said moving faster.
“And this dick got even better.” I said. “But slow down, baby. I don’t want you to cum quick. Let’s make it last.”
He fucked me harder and harder until he took his dick out and nutted all on my face and titties. Then he smiled, took a finger and placed some nut in my mouth. He did it over and over until I licked it all off. Guess I got my meal after all.
“Why you cum so early!” I said hitting him in the arm. “Now you gotta take care of me.”
He smiled slyly and rolled on his back. “I did take care of you. I bought you that bottle of liquor.”
“Naw…you need to get that thing up again and fuck me right, Dooway.” I said. “Either that or eat my pussy.”
“Now I know damn well you know I’m not putting my face nowhere near that twat.”
Silence.
“Fuck that’s supposed to mean?” I paused. “’Cause I ain’t come all the way out here to be getting no half ass dick job.”
“You ain’t come all the way out here for no
dick
period. You came out here because you had a court date. For fighting my wife.”
“Come on, Dooway. I want some dick bad, baby. And I want it done right. I mean, I took care of you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah that’s so.” I said slapping and massaging his limp dick hoping it would come back to life.
“Why did you call me?” He asked.
“Because I wanted to see you.” I kissed him.
“And where your kids?”
“At home. With their fathers.” I paused. “Jayden with Jace and Madjesty with Kali.”
Then all of a sudden he looked like a different person. “Harmony, I know you had something to do with my father being killed. Had he not met you, that nigga would’ve never murdered him coming to look for you.” He rolled on top of me.
“What are you talking about?”
“They found a nigga named Jace’s number in my father’s pocket the night he died.” He started pressing his body weight on me making it hard for me to breathe. “And I told you that you needed to get your kids out of the house but I never thought he’d kill him. But he did didn’t he?”
My eyes widened. “Dooway, what you doing? You tripping hard now.”
I tried to move from up under him but his weight penned me down.
“Now that you’re here. It couldn’t be more perfect.”
“What are you about to do?”
The moment I asked him that he wrapped his hands around my throat and started squeezing. I clawed at his hands begging him to stop. He wouldn’t. He stole any sound from my vocal cords and I knew that I was a goner. It was obvious that he knew Jace was responsible for Ramsey’s death and now he blamed me. He maintained the pressure on my neck and there was no letting up. I could feel myself blacking out when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
“Housekeeping.” The woman yelled.
He released the hold on my neck and put a finger against his lips. I coughed several times.
“Shhhhh.” He looked at me sternly. “If you make a sound I’ll kill you.”
This nigga was crazy. He was going to kill me anyway. That was the plan all along. Right? So what would I have to lose by staying quiet?
“Housekeeping.” She knocked again.
When we didn’t answer using her key she entered the room with the clean linen I requested earlier. The moment her eyes found mine I yelled, “Help! He’s trying to kill me!”
Dooway jumped off of me, pulled up his pants and ran to the door. Once he was gone she dropped the linen on the floor and rushed over to help me on the bed.
“Are you okay?” She asked bending over me.
“Yes.” I said covering my body with the sheet before rubbing my neck. “Thank you for coming when you did.”
“Shall I call the police?”
“No.” I said putting my hand out.
“Are you sure?” She said touching my throat. “Your neck is very red.”
“I’m positive.” I said hitting her hand.
When I did that she said, “Oh. I get it. You’re a hooker.”
“Bitch, get out of my room!” When she didn’t move I said. “Now!”
When she was gone I was happy I was still alive. It was getting to a point where I couldn’t count the amount of times someone tried to kill me. Sooner or later I knew someone or something would get away with it. I doubted very seriously that I had many lives left.

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