The Pussy Trap (4 page)

“Oh my god, Malik . . . aaaaahhhh . . .”

They were both sweating and breathing hard, and instead of holding back, he came with her. They fell forward onto the dresser. Once they caught their breath, Malik pulled out slow sending chills up and down Keisha’s spine.

“Sssssss . . .” was all he heard from her. He pulled her up and turned her to face him.

“Thank you for being the woman that you are.”

“You make it easy to love you, baby,” Keisha said.

Malik hugged her tight, enjoying every curve of her body. They kissed and enjoyed the nut they both busted and then Malik headed for the shower.

Keisha was Malik’s bottom bitch, down for whatever. No matter what he needed or when he needed it, she was always there. Keisha was the type of woman that every man needed on his team. If you looked up ‘ride or die chick’ her face would be right next to the definition. Keisha had been attracted to Malik from the first day she saw him. Malik, a sexy ass chocolate brother stood only 5’7”, 150-pounds, but what he missed in height he made up for in attitude. Cocky as hell. No matter where he went he was respected and not just because he was a killer, but inside that killer was a heart of gold. If he got it, you got it, but don’t cross him because you will find yourself leaking. Even though Keisha was Malik’s sidepiece, he never made her feel like she was second; in her world, she was number one.

Malik’s wife, Sabrina is what you call a good girl. Educated with a Master’s degree in finance and employed in a high-powered job in Corporate America. They shared a house in the Seven Oaks section of Orange, New Jersey. She was Malik’s high school sweetheart and had loved Malik since she was fifteen-years-old. Instead of following Sabrina to college after high school, Malik took to the streets to get an education that you couldn’t learn in a classroom. When he got on top of his paper, he ran into Keisha at Club Sensations in Newark, New Jersey. That night he was being introduced to this guy from the Colonnades to get introduced to a new coke connection. Keisha happened to be in the men’s room copping some pills when she overheard the guy planning to rob Malik. She slipped out, made her way to where Malik was sitting, and gave him the low. Keisha had been hearing Malik’s name ringing in her circle and wanted to get at him for a while, however the opportunity had not presented itself until now and she decided to take full advantage.

“Look, you don’t know me but I know you, and I believe them niggas from Branch Brook are going to try some shit tonight. Watch your back,” Keisha said in his ear, slipped her number in his hand and was gone. Malik was able to avoid a major fuck up. He hooked up with Keisha, hit her off with a few stacks for looking out, and shortly after that she became his street Intel. If Malik needed a bitch checked, Keisha would bite a bitch. If he needed a hide out or a mule, she was right there, and because of her loyalty Malik made sure she had whatever she needed.

Even though Keisha was firm in Malik’s heart, he married Sabrina after she graduated from Rutgers, but that did not change anything between him and Keisha. Keisha always made sure she was respectful of his life outside of her and valued any time she got to spend with him. Keisha was the type of bitch that knew how to play her role and because of that, he always made sure to break her off proper.

Malik came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Keisha stared at him like she could have gone for round five, but he knew he had to save some of that good dick to take care of home. He applied lotion to his body then got dressed. He heard his little princess cooing over the baby monitor. Keisha went to retrieve the baby. When she returned, all he could do was smile from ear-to-ear at the sight of the two beautiful ladies.

“Da . . . Da . . .” the baby said, reaching her arms out for Malik. He took her into his arms, hugged, and kissed her. Taking a seat on the bed, he stared at his little precious.

“It’s not going to be like this forever,” Malik said.

“What do you mean?” Keisha asked in a curious voice.

“I plan on telling her about the baby. I want them to have a relationship with each other regardless of what our status is.”

“Malik, you know that I am not concerned with that. I love you. Our daughter was made in love and the only person I am concerned with loving and knowing her is you.”

“I know that. And that’s why I love you. Just hang in there. As soon as I finish this business, things are going to be different.”

With that, Malik spent another half hour holding and kissing his little princess until she fell back to sleep. Keisha picked her up from his chest so he could leave. Malik hugged and kissed Keisha then planted one on the baby’s head. Putting on his coat, he headed to the door. She was right on his heels as he stood in the doorway. Malik turned to look at her.

“What? What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. You are so beautiful. Ride with me for a little longer and you will have everything.”

“All I ever need is for you to love and respect me. I have all of that, everything else is a bonus.” She smiled that pretty smile and he smiled back.

“Why you always make it hard for a brother to leave?”

She grabbed his dick and said, “I’ll make it hard all right.” Then kissed him one more time.

“See, there you go starting up. Go lay my little princess down before you get us in trouble.” He patted her on the butt then walked outside. She closed the door, went to lay the baby down, patting her back, and stared at her for about ten minutes thinking how precious she was. Once she walked out the baby’s room, she heard the bell ring. Keisha tightened up her robe.

“Oh Lord, he must have forgotten his keys.” She looked in her bedroom on the nightstand before heading to the door but didn’t see them. “You’re always forgetting something,” she said in a loud voice as she rushed to the door. She grabbed the door handle, unlocked the door, and cracked it to peek out.

BOOM!

The door flew open and busted Keisha in the head. She flew back on the floor. Dizzy and disoriented, all she could see was a man in a black mask. He leaned over her and whacked her in the head with the end of his gun. She passed completely out.

Malik was almost home. He grabbed a blunt out of the ashtray and lit it up. Inhaling deeply, he reminisced about Keisha. He had always admired her loyalty to him and the organization they built, but she had gained all his respect that night they were heading back from a mission with cocaine and a gun in the car. They were pulled over. She turned to Malik and said, “Baby, I got this.” She took all the weight, went to trial, and got fifteen years. Because of Malik’s connections on the inside, her sentence was reduced to eighteen months. Keisha served every day without regret. The part that tugged most at his heartstring was her serving her sentence while being pregnant with his daughter.

When Keisha stepped out of Clinton, Malik had a condo, bank account, a car, and some good dick set up for her whenever she wanted it. She never complained and came out with a stronger attitude than she went in with.

The only problem they ever had was that nigga, Sadeek. He was Keisha’s boyfriend and one of Malik’s workers. Being as though Malik had his main girl, he gave the okay for Keisha to be with Sadeek but as time went on, it became harder for him to see her with Sadeek and Sadeek could tell that it was more than business between Malik and Keisha, which always created tension between them. After a while, both of their hearts were filled with hatred for each other. Sadeek would send hate mail to her in jail and threaten to take the baby and leave. Sadeek was under the impression that the baby was his, and Malik and Keisha let him think that for the betterment of business. This nigga could cause a hell of a war if he wanted to. So they kept it a secret, but Malik was getting tired of enduring Sadeek’s mistreatment of Keisha. He was getting ready to put an end to it all.

****

Malik pulled into the driveway and pressed the automatic garage opener. Once parked, he got out and walked through the door that led to the kitchen. He opened the door and he saw his reason for living. Sabrina turned her beautiful face around and smiled those thirty-twos at him.

“Hey, baby.”

Malik grabbed her around the waist and planted a big kiss on her cheek.

“I missed you today,” Sabrina said in her naughty voice.

“Yeah. Are you going to show me how much you missed me?”

“You know I am. I hope you got some sort of rest today because I want the royal treatment tonight,” Sabrina shot back.

“You know you can’t handle the royal treatment. You always be trying to get away from a brother.”

“Well, tonight it’s on.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He kissed her lips and was interrupted by the sound of his little princess giggling from the high chair.

“Hey daddy’s girl.” He went to pick her up. She reached out and was swinging her legs getting all excited.

“Look at you, all happy to see daddy.”

As he pulled his little angel into his arms, all he could think was that he had two beautiful daughters. Even though they were conceived under two different circumstances, he wanted them to be close and love each other the way he loved them.

“Has she had her bath yet?” Malik asked Sabrina.

“No. I was getting ready to take her upstairs.”

“I got it. I want to spend some time with her before she goes to sleep,” Malik said, staring into his daughter’s eyes.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Yup. But for pussy.” Get it ready, I’ll meet you in the room.” He gave her that look like he was going to tear it up. Malik went upstairs, gave the baby a bath, and then dressed her in her pajamas. Then he sat in the rocking chair in her room, sang, and hummed her to sleep.

Sabrina went upstairs, lit some candles, turned on some slow music, and hopped in the shower. She wanted to make sure she was fresh for the evening’s events. As the warm water beat on her back, she glided the loofa over her breasts and stomach; eyes closed picturing her husband tasting her. She slid her hand down between her legs and circled slowly on her clit. Soft moans came from her lips. She leaned her head back, allowing water to run over her hair and face then down her lips. She felt the contractions of the orgasm coming on strong, her moans got louder. Malik entered the bathroom just in time to experience the sweet sounds of ecstasy.

“I’ll finish that for you.”

Sabrina opened her eyes as Malik stepped into the shower, he went to his knees and placed one of her legs over his shoulder and began to suck on her already erect clit. She was unable to hold out another second and her moans became louder.

“Malik, take me there.” He grabbed her butt with both hands and sucked a little harder

“Ahhhhhhh . . . aaahhhh . . .”

“Yessss . . . baby . . . Yessss . . .”

She was coming and coming hard. Then she came all over his face. Malik slowly tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, bringing on aftershocks that had her body jerking and her legs weak. He stood up, got a handful of water, and ran it over his face.

“Damn girl, you be getting yours.”

“Don’t hate.”

“Oh, I ain’t hating because I know you’re going to hook a brother up.”

“Sure am, let’s get out, I want to give you something special.”

Malik was excited like it was Christmas Eve and his mom said he could open one present. They exited the bathroom and went to their bedroom. Sabrina told him to stand with his hands straight out and she proceeded to rub coconut-warming oil all over his naked chocolate body. After the first two minutes, it heated up making him feel horny. She gently rubbed her hand along the length of his dick then slid her hands between his legs caressing his balls.

“Damn baby, that shit feels good.”

His dick was hard as hell; all the veins were at full alert mode. She began gently kissing the head and licking all around the rim. Malik was on fire. In one swift move, she grabbed his ass and deep throated his whole dick and slid back, tightening her jaws along the way caressing every inch.

“Ooooooh . . . baby.”

He wanted to grab her by the hair and force himself deeper every time she pulled back, but she was in control and he wanted to benefit from whatever she had planned. Sabrina could see she was driving Malik crazy, so she picked up the pace moving her head from side to side and sucking hard. He could no longer resist. Malik put his hands on each side of her head, but she moved them. Sabrina continued to take him in her mouth deep and fast, sending chills up and down Malik’s whole body.