He slowed down and lifted her back onto all fours. She panted trying to catch her breath.
"Come on, take this dick, baby. I'm 'bout to cum," he said, speeding up his stroke.
"OK," she said. "Fuck me harder. I love you." She looked back at him as he wildly slid in and out of her.
She began to moan so loudly that Lamar put his hand over her mouth, so her mother wouldn't hear him beating her daughter's back in. The sight of sliding all the way out of her, pushing back into her, and her ass bouncing off of his thighs made him cum at the same time that she did.
"Get naked," he said, "we fucking until tomorrow."
CHAPTER 3
Lamar Dunken stood on the porch properly revved for the day, inhaling the fresh scent of carbon monoxide, the filthy scent of urban living, loathing the derelict homes on Nikia's street. He wanted his own place in a better neighborhood. The police had been heavily patrolling the area, forcing the residents to disappear. The area was incredibly quiet, strangely serene. When Nikia walked up the street and joined him on the porch, he looked at her and smiled. Time had stood still for her while he was gone. Not all men might agree, but in his eyes, she was as beautiful and alluring as ever. He loved that she had an unmatched ability to stand by her man, no matter what. For the past week, they'd lived completely in each other's thoughts, and stayed together mapping their future together. Her ability to focus on her school work and him was mind boggling, though, and he had used the times that she was in classes to run errands. He had bought a cell phone, picked up money from people, and bought a 2006 Mercury Marauder with limousine-tinted windows.
"How was class?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"Not bad. I'm hungry and exhausted, though," she replied crisply.
"Where'd you park?" he asked, shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Down the street," she said. "Let's go out to eat. I'm famished."
"Later. I have some moves to make, and then, we can go to dinner and the mall."
"Make moves?" A troubled expression appeared on her face. "I'm not for any bullshit, Lamar." She felt her stomach spinning. "I have a lot going on and I want you to get on the right path before something bad happens."
Lamar was flabbergasted. "I need to make some money so you can keep having a lot going on." He stared down at the cracks in the sidewalk.
"Look, you made me a promise to get out of the game."
"And, I am," he said, "as soon as I put up like ten-million, Nikia." His voice was low and seductive. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I'm making moves for us. Give me a chance." He kissed her forehead, and said, "I have to go. Text me if you need me." He walked away before she could protest anymore.
In the car he leaned his seat back, barely able to see over the steering wheel, and listened to Lil Wayne's, The Sky's the Limit. Pulling into traffic, Lamar knew no one would stop him from getting to his ten million dollar target. He had promised himself, once he had gotten back into the streets, he was going to make an even bigger name for himself, even if it had cost him his life or got him LIFE in the Feds.
Reaching Gunna's crib in the projects, he let himself in through the front door. Inside he found Gunna on a pullout sofa bed with a naked woman beside him. Lamar walked up to them frowning, his head hung low.
"As-salāmu ʿalaykum," he said in Arabic. Peace be upon you.
"Wa ‘alaykum al-salaam, akh," Gunna replied, sitting up on the end of the bed, wiping sleep from the corner of his eyes. And unto you peace, brother.
"Man, I can't call it, playa. I know you in here slippin', though, letting me walk in on you in the village, nigga. This is still a vicious project. It's two o'clock. You know better than to be playing this jawn all loose and shit."
"Let me do me. Damn," Gunna replied.
"Come on man. Tell, Shorty, to get up and roll. We got shit to tend to," Lamar said sternly.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know, bro. My bad. I have just been tired as shit," Gunna said, defending his reckless behavior, as if Lamar didn't see the razor, mirror, and rolled up hundred dollar bill on the table. This dumb-ass snorting coke with a Benjamin.
"Tired. You prolly got a little one on the way somewhere. You know you a vicious anti-condom, boul." Lamar joked.
Gunna clapped his hands twice. "Not the fuck funny, wild nigga." Gunna yawned.
The woman stood up and grabbed her panties from the floor. She said, "Yeah, not funny at all. You need to watch your mouth."
"Me or him?" Lamar asked, walking closer to her. He looked deeply into her eyes. Things had started nasty and quickly slid to ugly.
"You," she said, ignoring the flames coming from his head.
Lamar pulled out his Glock 22 and pressed it against her right ass cheek. She shrieked, dropped her panties, and covered her face with her hands. Not many men reached Lamar's seething anger. Not even close. His aggression was distilled. Pure. He was anger. He did things most people wouldn't even dream of. Their anger was cloudy and fuzzy, upsetting them. He saw anger with distinct precision and acted as effortlessly.
He asked, "You ever had an ass shot? You do have a fat ass and I know, my man, Gunna, gave you a mean back shot. But what about an ass shot? Literally?" He looked back and forth between her ass and the gun in his hand.
"No," she said, "I'm sorry. Don't shoot me."
"Stand up straight and uncover your face," Lamar said. "Everything's going to be A-OK."
"Yo, Lambchop, chill," Gunna said, putting his clothes on.
Lamar pointed the gun at Gunna, and said, "shut up." To the woman, he said, "get your clothes on and never disrespect me again. How did you get here?" He sounded like a dad that caught her having sex in his house.
"I walked, "she replied, rushing to put on her panties. "I live around the corner."
She complied, and Gunna could not believe his eyes. When the door closed behind her, Gunna said, "Nigga, don't you ever in your life point a gun at me. You got me fucked up."
Lamar stood motionless in the middle of the floor. Intensely, he began to listen. When Gunna began to speak again, he held a finger up to gain silence. Shhh "You hear that?"
