He woke up with thoughts of her heavy on his mind, and the first thing he did was reach for a blunt. Had last night really happened? Cruze wondered, filling his lungs with the potent vapor.
Fuck me!
Those two words had come from her mouth, dripping with lust as they oozed into Cruze’s ears, provoking him to act the damn fool.
Pulling on the blunt, he closed his eyes and began reminiscing, and hearing her say that sexy shit, once again.
Fuck me!
Her voice had been soft and sensual, yet demanding and guttural at the same time, rendering him powerless to deny the brazen request.
From afar, he’d been watching her lovely silhouette. Enjoying the sway of her luscious hips as she danced solo while bathed in a rainbow of strobe lights. Her seductive movements had enflamed his loins, causing his dick to stretch out and grow rigid with a savage-like desire.
The mystery woman seemed to be caught up in her own sexiness and didn’t require a dance partner to get her groove on. As if bewitched by her, Cruze had been transfixed and unable to look away as he observed the mocha-colored goddess undulating and gyrating in time with the music—moving that cute ass around in a provocative circle.
Not only did she seem to be lost in the music, but she also appeared to be self-aroused, turned on by her own sensuality. His eyes had zoomed in on her with laser focus, like being a voyeur using a telescope to spy on a woman who was masturbating in the privacy of her bedroom.
Tauntingly, she had thrust her pelvis at him as if daring him to come and get the pussy. At that point, Cruze’s dick was so painfully swollen, it felt as if it were about to burst open if he didn’t hurry up and jam it inside her.
The bitch was asking for it and she was gonna get it.
Entranced, he scrutinized her for a few more moments. Then, lured by the flick of her tongue against her lips, he could no longer control his urges and he found himself moving slowly toward the dance floor. Like a predator. With the singular intention of fucking the broad’s pussy hard and mercilessly until her walls collapsed and her guts spilled out on the dance floor.
With his back against a mirror and with her round ass pressed against his groin, Cruze, usually a private person, had come completely out of character, whipping his dick out in a public venue, like a depraved savage.
Thinking back to last night, Cruze couldn’t believe that while he was trying to pound the life out of her velvety-soft insides, other couples were all around him, dancing and oblivious to the fact that his thick cock was entrenched inside a batch of syrupy pussy that was so overheated, it was leaking hot slush that splattered and sizzled against his balls.
The loud club music drowned out their fuck sounds. Cruze emitted a grunt that sounded like a primal call, erupting from deep within his soul, and his fuck partner softly whimpered and moaned before releasing a siren’s scream that went unnoticed as it blended perfectly with the blaring, manic music.
Sweat poured off Cruze, drenching his Givenchy shirt as he pounded the pussy, grunting and groaning like a wild heathen. The sexy bitch had not only taken the harsh dick-down, but had thrown the coochie right back at him, effortlessly gobbling up his thick shaft and bathing it in a gooey pool of nectar.
Mmm. The memory of that juicy pussy was starting to fuck with his libido, motivating his cock to harden and pulse beneath the bed covers.
Who was that sexy bitch and why hadn’t he gotten her number? Clearly, she wasn’t like the clingy Philly women who readily offered him a set of their house keys after the first fuck. Nah, that self-involved, pretty bitch didn’t give a damn about romance; she was all about getting deep dick-strokes, and hadn’t bothered to give out her name or number. And after she got what she wanted, she readjusted the hem of her dress and bounced.
Being left on the dance floor with his pants gaped open and his dick hanging out was a first for Cruze and he hoped nobody had seen the look of surprise on his face when that erotic, little ma-ma danced away from him. If he hadn’t had to straighten up his pants and get his shit fixed inside his drawers, he might have run after her—to at least find out her name.
But, without giving Cruze a second thought, the enigmatic beauty wove through the crowd, still shaking her ass and swaying her hips in time with the beat, while Cruze lay slain up against the mirror, covered in perspiration and struggling to catch his breath.
Whoever she was, she’d completely captivated him. The way she’d reined him in and then controlled the situation, it was a good thing he didn’t have any way to contact her. That pretty bitch possessed some bomb-ass pussy, and as good as it was, if he did bump into her again, he might fuck around and hand her the keys to both cribs and all three of his whips.
Nah, that’ll never happen. I learned at a young age that bitches ain’t shit. Cruze laughed bitterly, thinking back to how young and dumb he once was.
• • •
At the mall, Ramona had Cruze holding bags from about six different stores, and she still wasn’t finished spending his money. But he didn’t mind. He loved seeing his girl looking fly. Sitting on a bench outside Victoria’s Secret, Cruze started getting antsy, thinking about the block and all the money other niggas was getting while he was fucking around at the mall.
But when Ramona came prancing out of the store with her cherry-red lip gloss, skintight jeans, and a crop top that revealed her belly-button ring, he forgot all about the block and asked her if she wanted to stop at the food court and get something to eat.
“No, boo. I’ll order something when I get to the club.”
At the mention of the strip club, Cruze’s cheerful disposition instantly turned sour. Brooding, he turned around and began walking in the direction of the exit sign.
“What’s wrong with you, Cruze?” Ramona called from behind. Wearing stilettos, she couldn’t keep up with his long strides as he headed for the parking lot. “Cruze!”
Ramona kept yelling his name and Cruze kept walking faster with Ramona’s shopping bags knocking together. Furious that no matter how much he spent on her, she still wouldn’t stop shaking her ass at the strip club where all kinds of random niggas rubbed on her intimate body parts that should have been reserved for his touch, alone.
When he reached the red Pontiac that he’d helped her pay for, he leaned against the passenger’s side, waiting for her to unlock the door.
Huffing and puffing, Ramona approached, hitting the keypad, but before Cruze opened his door, she threw the Victoria’s Secret bag at him. “Here, fuck you! Keep all the shit you paid for because I don’t want it. Walking off and leaving me running after you like I’m some skeezer.”
“Fuck you, too, and fuck all this bullshit,” he lashed out, flinging the armful of bags he’d been carrying onto the ground and then kicking the contents as they spilled out.
“Cruze! Stop fucking up my new shit,” Ramona cried, quickly dropping down to her knees, picking up her purchases, dusting them off, and then stuffing the bags in the trunk of her car. “You need to do something about that temper of yours.”
He scowled. “And you need to quit that fucked-up job of yours.”
“I am gonna quit.”
He raised a brow, skepticism etching over his face. “When?”
“As soon as we get enough money saved to move out of that rat trap we live in.”
He sighed. “We’re never gon’ be able to save the way you like to spend money.”
“Look who’s talking . . . the boy who buys a new pair of sneakers every day.”
He leveled an evil look at her. “I told you about calling me that shit. I ain’t no damn boy.”
She rolled her eyes dismissively. “Well, the man who buys new Nikes every single day has a nerve complaining about what I spend money on.”
“One pair of sneaks a day don’t compare to three and four, full-on shopping sprees every week.”
“And that’s why I have to keep working,” she said sassily.
“But I thought you were off tonight. That’s what you told me, yesterday.”
“I was, but my girl, Blue Diamond asked me to work her shift. Her little boy’s in the hospital, and—”
Cruze’s gaze narrowed. “And you ain’t even bother to check with me and see if I had plans for us.”
Ramona gave Cruze a sidelong glance and burst into laughter. “Check with you? Boy, you better kiss my ass; you ain’t nobody’s father.”
“Tell me to kiss your ass again, and you gon’ be picking your lil’ ass up off the ground.”
“Damn, why you so touchy lately? No matter what I say, you catch an attitude.”
“’Cause you be on that bullshit. Just watch your mouth and don’t be disrespecting me, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay, Cruze. So . . . are we good?”
Cruze rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly. “You might be good, but I’m not.”
“Why you still mad?”
“Why you think?”
“I think you sexy when you mad, babe,” Ramona said, bunching up her lips and making a kissing gesture.
Unmoved, Cruze glared at her.
“Is the baby mad at Mommy?” she teased.
“Stop fucking with me, Mo,” he cautioned, giving her a deadly look.
“Aw, come on, boo. Where they at?” she asked.
“Where the fuck is what at?”
“Them sexy dimples that pop out when my baby smiles at me.”
Taken off guard, Cruze blushed and broke into a smile. Both mad and fiercely in love, he grabbed Ramona and kissed her. “I fuckin’ love you so much, I hate you.”
“I love you, too, you jealous-acting bitch.”
“Watch your mouth.”
Ramona shrugged. “Well, that’s how you act, sometimes.”
“You make me act that way,” Cruze said, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and yanking her head forward.
“Ow, Cruze. That hurts.”
“Good. I want it to hurt. Now, shut the fuck up,” he said, and then kissed her again. As their tongues lashed together, violently, they both were well aware that the fire that had ignited between them could not be snuffed out by a mere kiss.
Ramona gazed at Cruze and brushed her fingertips against his rock-hard cock.
“Damn, baby. My dick is bricked up,” Cruze grumbled, his face scrunched up as if in pain.
“You want me to give you some head in the car?” Ramona asked, caressing the hardened lump in his jeans.
“Nah, that ain’t gon’ work. I wanna fuck. You know how I get when you make me mad,” he explained, pushing down his throbbing dick.
She nodded. “Soon as we get home, okay?”
“I need some pussy now, Mo,” Cruze demanded.
Ramona glanced around the parking lot nervously. “A’ight, come on,” she said, opening the car door and climbing in the backseat. “But you gotta be quick.”
“I will,” he promised, undoing his belt.
Fifteen minutes later, as Cruze and Ramona pulled out of the lot, a call came through from his boy, Sameer. He started to ignore it until he noticed that Sameer had called five times, already.
Cruze put him on speaker just to let Ramona know that it wasn’t a chick blowing up his phone. “Yo, whaddup?”
“Where you been at all day, man?”
“Out with my girl.”
“Umph. Somebody’s nose is wide open.”
“Whatever. Wha’sup?”
“Yo, the big man came through the block today. He was looking for you.”
“For what? I’m all paid up. I don’t owe Moody nothing.”
“It ain’t about that. He said you and me is the only young niggas in our territory that got potential, so he invited us to some type of get-together at one of his cribs.”
“Whaaat?” Grinning, Cruze adjusted the passenger’s seat and leaned back even further.
“Yeah, man. Moody got a couple cribs, so I don’t know which one. It’s on the low, so he ain’t giving out no address. I don’t give a fuck where it’s at as long as we invited.” Sameer let out a burst of the goofy laughter that he was known for. The way he laughed sounded so stupid that nobody could hear it without laughing, too.
Everybody except for Ramona, who couldn’t stand Sameer. Rolling her eyes and popping gum, she navigated through traffic, waiting for Cruze to ask her what was wrong, but he was invested in the conversation with Sameer and wasn’t paying her the least bit of attention.
“So how we gon’ get there?” Cruze asked.
“They on some espionage shit, man.”
“Whatchu mean?” Cruze asked, finally cutting an eye at Ramona and noticing that she seemed upset.
“Somebody gon’ text me about the meet-up spot and then somebody gon’ drive us to the crib. But check this . . .”
“What?”
“We gotta ride blindfolded.” Sameer fell out laughing, again. The ridiculous sound reverberating inside the car.
“Damn, it’s like that?” Cruze asked, laughing too.
Ramona stopped for a red light and slammed so hard on the brakes, Cruze toppled forward. When he looked at her, he couldn’t understand why her arms were folded and her lips were poked out.
“Yo, I’ma hit you back, Sameer. What time should I be ready?”
“Ten o’clock, man.”
“A’ight. Bet. See you then.” Cruze hung up and gawked at Ramona. “What the fuck’s your problem?”
“Oh, you think you gon’ go to a big-time drug dealer’s high-profile party while my ass is slaving at work. Hmph, I don’t think so.” She swiveled her neck and cracked the gum she was chewing even louder.
“Don’t blame me. You’re the one who wanted to work so bad tonight.”
“I don’t want to work bad enough to miss out on Moody’s party. Blue Diamond better call some other fool because I’m rolling with you and your boy, Sameer.”
“Do you know Moody?” Cruze asked, studying Ramona’s face.
The light changed to green and she focused on traffic. “I know of him. A few of the girls at work be bragging about getting invitations to one of Moody’s get-togethers. From what I’ve heard, his parties are everything: free flowing champagne, top-shelf liquor, all the coke in the world. They say his house is laid out like something featured on MTV Cribs.”
Cruze gazed at Ramona intently. “Since when did you start caring about coke?”
She shrugged indifferently “I don’t go overboard with it, but I snort every now and then. You know, only to get me through the night down at the club.”
“That’s news to me,” Cruze said suspiciously.
Ramona waved at him dismissively. “Are you taking me to the party or not?”
“Nah, it’s boys night; you need to take your ass on to work,” Cruze said, grinning devilishly.
“Don’t play with me,” she said, laughing.
“A’ight, you can go.”
“Thank you, baby.” At the stop sign, she leaned in for a kiss. “Baby, I feel like pulling over and fucking you, again.”
“That’s okay. I’m good.”
“You stay horny, so you know that’s a lie.”
Cruze chuckled. “I’m good. For real.”
Ramona gave him a doubtful look.
“I’m good until we get home, and then I’ma tear that ass up.”
“But I’m feeling some kind of way right now,” Ramona said, pouting.
“I’ma take care of you,” he said, lifting up and taking a lighter out of his pocket while reaching for the half-blunt in the ashtray.
“Baby, can’t that wait?” Ramona asked.
“Why?”
“’Cause I’m so excited about going to Moody’s party, I feel like I need to bust a nut real quick.”
“You want some dick or you want me to suck on that pussy?”
“I’ll cum quicker with tongue, babe. You can fuck me when we get home.”
“A’ight,” he said nonchalantly. “Pull over on one of those sidestreets, over there.” Cruze barreled into the back of the car while Ramona took a detour off the main road.
As she parked, Cruze lay awkwardly with his torso on the backseat and his long legs, bent at the knees. “Hurry up and bring that ass back here and squat over my face.”
“Hush, Cruze. You talkin’ all dirty, you gon’ make me cum on myself before I even park the car.”
“You taught me to how to talk dirty, so don’t complain about it.”
“I know, I know,” she said breathlessly as she quickly zigzagged into a parking spot. “But you don’t understand how my pussy feels right now.”
“Feed me a hot nut and make me understand,” Cruze said, staring at her intently.
“But, babe, I don’t want you to get upset with me.”
“About what?”
“I didn’t have any wipes or nothing to clean my pussy after we finished fucking.”
Cruze looked at Ramona like she was out of her mind. “So? I love you, Mo. You’re my girl. Do you think I give a fuck if your pussy is dripping with my nut? Shiiiit. It probably gives it more flavor. Now, get back here and let big Daddy take care of that thing,” Cruze said, reaching for Ramona and then lowering her downward until she was straddling his face.