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“Mmmm, I got sumthin’ to fill ya mouth, gurl,” Chase smiled.
“You promise? Cause all I’m hearin’ is talk….we’ll see what you workin’ with when you touch down. When are you coming back anyway, babe?” Kassidy cooed.
“Soon ma,” Chase began, but paused as he turned onto the unpaved trail leading up to the safe house. “Ay ma, lemme hit you back in a lil’ bit,” Chase hesitated.
Ending the call, Chase stopped his truck a few feet short of the fence that hugged the property line, just beyond the eyeshot of the house. Sliding out of the driver seat, he softly eased the door shut, then took long, deliberate steps toward the house, tiptoeing across the gravel. Something’s off, shit ain’t right, he thought to himself as his feet came to rest at the trunk base of a Dominican Magnolia tree, which was in full bloom. Stilling his respirations, he slipped into his zone, shutting out all stimuli and clearing his head to assess just what the fuck had caused the eerie silence.
Drawing a deep breath in through his nostrils, Chase’s sinuses were greeted by a pungent odor that he was all too familiar with–fresh gunpowder. Fuck, he silently cursed, a sense of alarm settling deep in his gut as he dreaded the scene that likely awaited him inside. Perfect hideout in plain sight my ass. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he pressed his right thumbprint onto the home button, unlocking the device. Swiping right twice, he opened the iCam app and disabled the cameras that surveilled the home’s exterior before returning the phone to his pocket.
Crossing the yard and pressing his body tight against the right exterior wall of the home, Chase crept just under the first window, coming to rest underneath the second and only window that would afford him a 360 view of most of the first floor. Retrieving a small square of plastic from his pocket, he flipped it over, extended it a few inches from his face, and angled the mirrored back to face the window. Rotating the mirror from left to right a few times, he took in the view.
No bodies…the fuck is them niggas at?
Chase side-stepped the remainder of the wall and arrived at the back door. Glock 40 drawn, he glanced around the backyard, hurdled the trip wire, and quickly ascended the stairs to step onto the oak floor just beyond the threshold. Body flush against the staircase, Chase eased toward the front entry of the home, pausing as he cleared one room after another. As he approached the third room to his left, he froze mid-step when he heard a faint rustling. Just as he craned his neck to hone in on the sound, the door came crashing open.
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!
Chase dove away from the door just as a round zipped past his left temple; his right shoulder met the rigid floor with thud as he returned fire, both set of rounds now mixed in a drafty joust.
“Ahh fuck!” Chase hissed as a bullet ricocheted off the doorframe and pierced his left forearm. He slid across the floor, briefly retreating into the alcove provided by the previous doorway. Just as his back came to rest on the door, he heard a flurry of footsteps approach him. Wasting no time, he leaned forward, took aim outside the doorway, and emptied his clip.
“Shit! Get back! Get back!” He heard the nigga throw a panicked warning to someone else, but it was too late. Chase looked on as the bodies of both niggas hit the floor–one face up, eyes glazed over in distress, and the other stretched out on his stomach, a mess of curls obscuring his forehead.
“Ugh…fuck…ahh…” curly top groaned, a stream of blood flowing onto the floor from his mouth.
Chase replaced his spent clip, briefly applied pressure to his wound, then rose to his feet and took a few short steps, stopping just short of the curly top’s head.
“Turn over nigga,” Chase ordered, nudging the man’s shoulder with his foot.
“Fuck you!” the man spat in return; Chase chuckled as he locked eyes with him, sending a sharp kick to the man’s stomach; now doubled over in pain, the man obliged Chase’s request.
“Coño!” the man moaned.
“You joinin’ ya homie ova there? Or you gon’ tell me how the fuck you found my spot?” Chase quizzed.
“Maldito hijo de la porra, veta pa la porra!” curly top willed Chase to take a trip to hell.
“You first,” Chase smiled just before he sent two rounds into the man–one to the dome, one to the chest.
*****
“You mean you don’t think my family is completely insane?” Kassidy leaned her head back, resting her chin on Chase’s chest as she got lost in his chestnut-brown eyes.
“Ma, I ain’t got nothin’ but love for my in-laws,” he joked.
“But for real though, thanks for coming to dinner. You’re a brave dude standing up to Kameron Kingston.”
“Anything for you, ma,” Chase whispered, lifting her chin with his index finger.
Their gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity, both reading each other’s desire without a single spoken word. Kassidy saw a guy that was worlds away from the thug that the streets knew; she saw a Goliath-like warrior, willing to face nearly any obstacle for her. In Kassidy, Chase saw a girl far from the streets, miles away from what had become a way of life for him. She was just what he needed; a thriving rose reaching for the sun in a concrete jungle.
“What’s that for?” Chase quizzed.
“What?”
“That….that smile. Like you feelin’ right at home in a nigga arms and shit.”
“Boy hush…nothing, I was just thinking…”
“About what, this?” Chase posed as he leaned into Kassidy’s face and pressed their lips together. He suckled her bottom lip for a second before thrusting his tongue forward, hungrily searching her mint-flavored mouth for its partner.
Kassidy slid back off his lap and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet. Once he was standing, she took two steps forward to unfasten his belt. She then unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, along with his black Armani boxer briefs. Chase stepped out of his clothing, letting it fall to the floor. Needing her flesh next to his ASAP, Chase slid his hands down the back of her romper and slipped it off her body. Her braless C cups sprung free, nipples standing pert in salute of the fine specimen of man that stood before them. Kassidy whispered his name as he embraced her around her tiny waist, her mouth falling from grace as she slid his mass inside of her.
Long strokes and deep breaths echoed throughout the room as Kassidy straddled Chase’s dick and gave him a ride to remember. She was in full control, and was aiming to please her bad boy. The bed screeched, juices leaked, and intense moans fell from their lips. Tender kisses were harmonized with deep pounds while their heartbeats synchronized in rhythm, as if they were one. Their bodies ground up against one another as perspiration misted their skin. Kassidy was in a zone, transported to a vulnerable state of ecstasy as her body surrendered to the will of Chase’s dick.
“Look at me,” Kassidy whispered as she stared into Chase’s fiery eyes, which burned with desire. She wanted him to witness her fuck faces firsthand; her inner goddess knew that this was a show he wouldn’t soon forget.
Chase swiftly flipped Kassidy onto her back, sliding his dick right back up into the deep wetness of her love folds; this time, he was in full control, intent on asserting his position as her man. Chase packed her pussy with his entire shaft as moans eluded her pursed lips. Kassidy’s eyebrows furrowed up as her face began to tense up–not because she wasn’t enjoying him, but because his ego was bigger than she expected. Chase pushed in deeper, until she pleaded with him to stop.
“Take it,” Chase uttered as he continued to stroke her.
Kassidy braced herself so she’d be able to sustain him beating up the pussy. She was finally able to relax a bit as she closed her eyes.
“Open ‘em and look at me,” he demanded as he looked deeply into Kassidy’s cat-like eyes, sliding her legs up over his shoulders just enough to dig all the way in; he enjoyed the view of her sex faces from his front row seat.
“This my pussy now,” Chase continued as his rhythm got faster.
Chase took his shaft out, but he kept Kassidy’s legs on his shoulders, pulling her cheeks up to his face as she remained on her back. Her ass was in the air, and Chase’s face was buried in her deep ocean of lust. He made soft, wet, circular motions around her lips as he sucked, pulled, and teased her button. Her clit was a surfboard, riding the wave that was his tongue. Chase’s mouth was the perfect storm, and Kassidy’s pussy loved catching the wave. She paddled hard with her hips as she glided with his motions. Her body was floating in the air as she desperately tried to prolong her orgasm.
Chase continued to lick her soft place as his eyes stole a view of her face. Imma make you mine, he thought to himself as he watched her squirm. Kassidy slowly dropped her body back to the bed and held Chase’s head up as she tried to distract her thoughts, fighting so she wouldn’t cum so quickly. She sat up and leaned her body forward as she pushed him back onto the bed. She placed her hand around his shaft and massaged it with her hand before leaning forward to insert him into her mouth; using her A-1 suction lock, she delivered a passionate assault as she continued to glide her hand up and down his pole.
Feeling his center slipping away, Chase cupped Kassidy’s face, his fingers lightly caressing the back of her earlobes. As the speed of Kassidy’s bobbing increased, Chase’s fingers became entangled in her mess of curls; he grabbed a handful of her hair, restricting her range of motion as he felt his climax approaching.
Chase feverishly pumped into Kassidy’s face, the arch of his back now causing his hips to bounce off the bed. Kassidy further relaxed her throat to accommodate his momentum as her saliva sloppily coated his veiny flesh; she dipped her hand underneath his sack and teased his balls in a juggling motion, sending Chase over the top.
“Ahhhh fuuuuuck, shiiiiiit!” Chase growled and pumped vigorously as his orgasm shot out full-force down Kassidy’s esophagus. She relaxed her jaws to accommodate the overflow of his seeds while tightening the lock of her suction, refusing to spill even a drop of his love. As Chase’s pumping slowed to a halt, Kassidy finished her meal, greedily sucking the last bit of cum from his head before planting a deep, sensual kiss right on his tip.
“Ahh, hol’ up ma,” Chase winced, his body still sensitive from the rush of ecstasy that still danced across the nerve endings of his dick.
Kassidy laid her head on Chase’s washboard stomach as he collected himself. She placed a soft kiss on his six-pack, and another on his thigh. He softly stroked the top of her head as he closed his eyes for a split second.
Damn…shorty head game right…fuck they mean pretty women don’t give good head. He laughed to himself, feeling humored by his thoughts; feeling the movement in his abdomen, Kassidy raised her head up.
“What’s funny bae?”
“Ah…nothing, beautiful. Just tripping off some shit that nigga Lando said.”
“So you’re here with me and you’re thinking about Lando?” Kassidy teasingly pouted.
“Nah…not really. Something he said earlier just popped in my head, but that was it. Shiiii, my thoughts are on you and how I need you to be my baby.”
“Your baby? What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Me as your man…you as my girl.”
“Hmm…is that right?”
“What you mean hmm…damn right it’s right.”
“Nothing really, I just said hmm…”
“But you didn’t answer my question.”
Kassidy crawled up to the top of the bed. She laid on her side, facing him as he laid on his back, head turned and eyes locked with hers.
“Technically, you didn’t ask me to be your girl, you told me you need me to be your baby. Yes Chance, I would love to be your girl. Your woman, that is.”
“That’s what’s up.”
Kassidy leaned in and gave him a soft peck, then rested her head on his chest, smiling at the rhythmic drumming of his heartbeat. Her man’s heartbeat. Chase pulled her closer into his body, running his hand up and down her thighs before resting it on the curve of her ass. Feeling complete, he drifted off to sleep with his baby in his arms. His baby.
*****

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