What She Wanted (6 page)

“I don’t know, Ricky. Your dad keeps a pretty tight leash on
me these days around the office.”

“That’s ‘cause he don’t know it’s me you’re coming to see.
Please Kymmie,” Ricky begged.

“Okay, you know I can’t say no to you. I’ll be right down.
Your dad is probably just jealous ‘cause he knows I got some
young, swole up meat waiting for me down at Temple U,”
Kym said.

Kym smiled at the thought of the knife she twisted in Brooks’
back each time she slipped out to Temple University for lunch.
Fucking Brooks’ nineteen year old son, a Temple Owl, was the
ultimate payback for her. The first time she fucked Rick, Jr., it
was purely for spite. Afterward, she did it ‘cause it felt good. The
fact that she used the son to get back at the father was simply all
in a day’s fuck.

Brooks used to disrespect her on a daily, now it was her
turn. There simply were no words for sucking and fucking both
father and son, sometimes on the same day. At the time, she
simply enjoyed being a teacher to Rick’s student.

***

Seven months ago…

“Rick, I need $1500,” Kym said.

She was at Annie’s Spa on Ogontz Avenue in Mt. Airy. Her
feet were soaking, her nails were being polished, and she was
moving over to have her eyebrows waxed, and false eyelashes
applied next. It never occurred to Kym that Rick Brooks, Sr.
might say no, or not right now, not with the goods she had on
him.

“Kym, that shit is impossible. I can’t right now, I’m in the
middle of something,” he said.

She almost dropped the Curve and choked on her Double
Mint gum. “What?” she asked.

“Kym, I’ve got to go.” CLICK

She redialed his number. “Brooks, I said need $1500.”

“What the fuck, Kym! Don’t you fuckin’ get it? I’m busy.
Goodbye,” he said.

“Brooks, before you go…” she began.

“What, Kym?” he said, cutting her off.

“Break it off with Tracy today,” she said.

***

“Ricky, I’m pregnant,” Kym said.

“What?” he asked astonished.

“I’m pregnant, and it’s yours,” she said.

“But, Kymmie, how? We always used condoms,” Ricky
said.

“Ricky, I’m pregnant. I don’t want to keep the baby.”

“Kymmie, I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Ricky, call Daddy.”

Ricky hung up and called Rick. “Dad, we need to talk. I
have something to tell you.”

Even before Ricky said anything, Rick knew that it had
something to do with Kymber Devers. Kym had him by the
balls, literally and figuratively, and was fucking with his head.
She was fucking his son and fucking him over at the same time.
She had him raked over the coals, and was laughing all the way
to the bank with his cash. First, he had broken up with Tracy,
more to spare her feelings, and now there was something with
Ricky, Jr.

“I need $1500,” Ricky said.

“Ricky, how long have you been seeing Kym?” Rick asked
his son.

“Dad, I love her. I been seeing her for a while, and she’s
not really that much older than me. She got pregnant, and she
doesn’t want to keep the baby. I know she works for you. I
promise I won’t fuck things up between us, and make things
bad for you. I don’t want to make her mad, so I need the
money.”

That bitch, she had him hemmed up, and there was nothing
he could do.

“Ricky, meet at Citizen’s Bank on Cheltenham Avenue,”
Rick said.

CHAPTER 6

K
ym walked up to the Douglas household, ready to
fuck this young nigga, and build her stable back up.
It was exactly a week after their initial meeting at her office,
and it was time Kuron learned who was fucking whom. She
felt like she was losing control of everything she’d built up to
this point.

Losing Pretty Boy had been a blow but…fuck it…fuck
him. She wouldn’t tolerate disrespect from a convict. He had
blown rule numero uno; no other pussy unless she gave the go.
She told them from the beginning; she told them what to do
and who they could do, and petite Puerto Rican waifs with big
tits didn’t fit into that category.

She whipped out her Curve. Big girls don’t cry; they get
even. “Kuron Douglas, please,” she said.

“This is him.”

“This is Officer…” Kym began.

“Yeah, I know who you is, Ms. Kym. Where you at?”
Kuron said.

“I’m in front of your door, Mr. Douglas. Are you alone?”

“Why don’t you come in and find out for yourself. The door
is open,” he said.

Smart mouthed niggas paid big bank. Not only did they eat
pussy, and fuck on demand and like it, they paid more often and
shut the fuck up about it. Kym wasn’t prepared for the sights
and sounds that smacked her when she opened the front door.

Kuron was dick deep in pussy on a chaise lounge. Some
chick was curved awkwardly over and around the cushions
and him at the same time. There were so many limbs moving
and jerking, Kym thought there might be two different women
in the tangled mix. She could see his purple dick dipping in
and out of legs cocked open, and the woman’s moans were
drowning out his rapid breathing and loud cursing.

“Bitch, I’m ‘bout to come, don’t stop!” He yanked her head
back, and bit her neck as his body jerked. “Come get some of
this, P.O.,” he said to Kym.

Kuron untangled himself from the mass of limbs, his dick
in hand, and stood over the quivering mass of breasts and legs.
The first shot of semen landed dangerously close to Kym, yet
she moved closer.

“Get up. Open wide,” he ordered the tangled mass, as he
aimed at her face and dumped the rest on her lips.

Kym stood there, mesmerized by the scene in front of her,
oblivious to everything except the scene unfolding in front of
her. She never heard the whispered sounds of Timberland feet
as they approached her from behind. She heard the click of the
revolver as it rested against the back of her head.

“Don’t move, bitch. Don’t say a fuckin’ word.”

She stood motionless as her Glock was upholstered from
her waist. She was fucked.

“Damn, you easy, baby.”

Kym whirled around. She knew that voice! “Diesel, you
sneaky bastard, give me my Glock,” she snapped.

“Not so easy. You gotta earn it back,” he said.

“Smythe, are we forgetting who’s in charge here?” she
asked.

“We’re gonna pretend until we’re ready to let your ass go.”

Kuron walked up on Kym and grabbed her left breast.
She looked around him. The mass of legs and breasts had
disappeared. He dipped his head low and kissed her lips. Kym
jerked back. No kissing…ever. It was too personal, and led to
shit other than the mechanics of fucking for pleasure.

Diesel grabbed her arms from the back and pinned her
against his hip. “Let the man give you what you need, Ms.
Kym. You a bad bitch, you know. You here now, so let that shit
go.”

This time Kym gave in, and let his tongue work its magic
into her mouth. She met his tongue with hers. Diesel’s hand
snaked up the back of her jersey dress. He dug in and spread
her legs from behind. She felt his fingers slip into her ass, and
pushed back against the flat of his palm. Kuron’s left hand slid
up her leg and into her panties, while his right hand pulled her
titties free from her bra.

Fuck it, she felt she was in it now, and might as well make
the best of it. Kym stripped outta her blue multi-colored Nicole
Miller jersey tunic like she was on stage. She grabbed Kuron’s
head with one hand, and his dick with the other, stroking both
simultaneously. When he was aiming at her with his loaded
weapon, she peeped it. It was nice from across the room. Up
close, it felt like silk, and was big enough to keep her from
palming it. She couldn’t wait to taste it.

“Don’t start, P.O. If you do, I will finish,” Kuron said.

Now that she was in it, her excitement was palpable. She
had never done two niggas at once, and she knew they were
about to give back to her all that she had been dishing out. She
felt Kuron move in and dip low. She gave up her titties one at a
time. He licked both of them at the same time, squeezing them
together, and deep throating her nipples.

Not quite against her will, she felt hands on her shoulders,
and dropped to her knees. She felt Diesel’s hands pushing her
forward. She stroked his dick with one hand, and kneaded his
balls with the other. Kym wanted to eat his man; she wanted to
do what she saw the tangled limbs doing on the chaise. Kuron
was hard again. He dipped her head low and rested his dick on
her lips.

Her throat opened as he eased his head forward until he hit
a wall. Her deep throat deepened, and he gave her centimeter
by centimeter, until his eight-pack rested against her forehead.
Kuron pushed forward until Kym felt like she would gag and
spit up his dick. Then he pulled all the way out.

“He do it like this?” He pointed his dick toward his cousin.

“What?” Kym asked.

His dick was back in her throat, and she was slurping like it
was the last dick she’d ever have. He pulled out again.

“My cousin. He do you like this when y’all was on his twin
bed, knowin’ his mom was on her way home?” Kuron asked.

Cousins? She was shamed, but too damned horny now to
care. Kym shut that nigga up by bobbing on his meat like a pro.
Feeling his veins popping, she pushed back before getting a
throat full. She felt the cum rising up in her, and needed Diesel
to put that fire out. She knew he could, because he had done
so many times in the past. Why the fuck his name had to be
Diesel, though?