"Who is this b.i.t.c.h you got in my bed?" Misty shouted, moving swiftly toward Brick and the stripper, and then stopping to take off a stiletto, which she sent sailing toward the stripper"s head.
Island Girl shielded her head with her arms. "Who is this crazy woman? What"s going on, Brick?"
"You the one who"s crazy," Misty retorted. "How you gonna come into another woman"s home and put your stank a.s.s in her bed?"
"Whoa. Hold up, Misty," Brick interrupted, jumping out of the bed and holding out his hand defensively as Misty bent to remove her other heel. "I"m about to smack your little a.s.s clean across this room if you throw another shoe in my direction."
Brick"s gruff tone put Misty on pause as she recalled the rare occasions when he"d completely spazzed out on her. When Brick went off, he sort of zoned out, and no amount of reasoning could bring him back to reality.
"You moved out and there"s nothing else between us now. We agreed to be friends," he reminded her.
"I know, but why you gotta have a b.i.t.c.h in the bed where I slept?" Misty asked in a weak voice. "d.a.m.n, it hasn"t even been a month and you already moved on."
"That"s right, and you need to do the same thing. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I came to get some of my stuff."
"And it didn"t occur to you to call and see if it was okay to pop up on me in the middle of the night?"
"No, I thought you"d be sleep. I didn"t expect to catch you f.u.c.king a sleazy ho," Misty said, her eyes wandering to Island Girl"s hooker boots and skimpy clothes that were strewn about the bedroom.
"Who you calling a ho, you skinny little b.i.t.c.h?" Island Girl barked, her eyes filled with rage.
Misty waved the stripper off like she was swatting a fly. "You need to put some clothes on and take your s.l.u.tty a.s.s out of here."
"You"re out of order, Misty. You don"t call the shots in my crib. Grab whatever you came here to pick up and then get the f.u.c.k out."
"f.u.c.k it, you can throw my s.h.i.t in the trash for all I care. I can afford to replace all my clothes, and I can replace you. Good luck on finding another job that pays as well as I do," Misty said spitefully and then flipped her hair as if she"d scored a point.
"Threats don"t work with me anymore. If you don"t want me to work for you, then so be it. I got a job; I don"t need your money to survive. Now, give me my key back and have a good f.u.c.kin" life." Brick held out his hand, waiting for Misty to return the key to the apartment.
She dug into her bag, extracted the key and flung it across the room. She retrieved the shoe that had landed next to the bed, put in on, and then stormed out of the bedroom.
The sound of the front door slamming reverberated around the apartment.
"She"s hot with you," Island Girl said with a nervous giggle.
"She"ll get over it." Brick went into the bathroom and washed up. When he returned to the bedroom, he located his pants and shirt in a tangled heap on the floor between the nightstand and the bed.
"Why"re you putting your clothes on? Don"t you want to finish where we left off before your girl tried to kill the mood?"
"Nah, I"m good. Get dressed and I"ll drive you home."
"I"m comfortable right here," she said, patting the empty spot next to her, attempting to entice Brick back into bed.
"Yo, it"s time to go. There ain"t no reason for you to hang around like I owe you money."
"It"s not even about the money. I like you, Brick. I"m trying to get to know you better. Get back in bed, baby," she urged him gently. "You told that chick that you moved on. Weren"t you talking about you and me?"
"I was telling her that I"ve moved on; I didn"t mean I was starting a relationship with you." A frown darkened Brick"s face. The last thing he needed in his life was a clingy b.i.t.c.h. He thought spending money for p.u.s.s.y guaranteed him s.e.x without emotional complications, but this ho wanted money and a relationship. "You got paid, now grab your stuff and let"s go!"
The ba.s.s in Brick"s voice and the evil look on his face prompted Island Girl to fling the sheets off, hop out of bed, and begin dressing hastily.
CHAPTER 31.
Misty"s ploy to slip into bed with Brick in the middle of the night while he was sleeping had failed miserably. It was shocking and infuriating to catch him smashing some cheap-looking, gutter b.i.t.c.h.
Sitting in the back of the cab on her way back to her hotel, she replayed the horrible scene in her mind and couldn"t believe the turn of events. Brick not only kicked me out of the apartment we shared together, but he also threatened to whip my a.s.s. The nerve of that man!
Her phone hummed inside her purse. Determining it was either Audrey or David on the phone, she let the call go to voicemail. Both of her side pieces were like lovesick puppies and had been blowing up her phone during her trip to Hawaii and every day since she"d returned. Up until now, she"d been too busy to return their calls, but the way her coochie reacted-throbbing and pulsating-after Brick had threatened her with violence, she could use a late-night booty call to put out the fire that raged between her legs.
It was weird how she always got h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l whenever she pushed Brick to his limit and provoked him to get aggressive with her. Back in the good old days, he always showed remorse after losing his temper with her. To make up for his bad behavior, he would immediately lick the moisture from her hot p.u.s.s.y and then f.u.c.k her slow and sensually while begging for her forgiveness.
Whew! Merely thinking about the way they used to be was such a powerful turn-on, Misty had to pat her coochie to calm it down. d.a.m.n, she missed the old days with Brick. She used to have that n.i.g.g.a"s head spinning with all the games she ran on him. Used to make him apologize and eat her p.u.s.s.y whenever she f.u.c.ked around and did him wrong.
But the new Brick would curse her out, threaten her with bodily harm, and felt no remorse whatsoever for mistreating her. Despite his unbecoming conduct, she wanted him back so badly, she was racking her brain trying to figure out a way to make it happen. She was going to lose her mind if she didn"t figure out how to worm her way back inside that m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka"s mind, body, and soul.
Misty checked her phone to see whose call she had missed. Hopefully, Brick had gotten rid of the s.k.a.n.k and had called to make up. She peered at the screen and groaned in disappointment when she saw Audrey"s name. Audrey"s ditsy-a.s.s self was only good for a mild o.r.g.a.s.m, often leaving Misty s.e.xually frustrated and in need of a big, juicy d.i.c.k.
David, on the other hand, could deliver big p.u.s.s.y eruptions that had her on the verge of blacking out. Her only complaint about David was that he wasn"t freaky enough. Sure, he enjoyed it when she exposed her kinky side and left teeth marks all over his body, but she wasn"t always in the mood to act like a d.a.m.n canine.
She wished he was a more imaginative lover, but since he wasn"t, it was her responsibility to teach him how to thoroughly please her.
She waited until she was back in her hotel room to call him. "David," she whispered into the phone, using an urgent tone of voice.
"Wha.s.sup, Misty. Are you all right?"
"Not really."
"What"s wrong?"
"Something happened with my ex."
"I"ll kill him if he put his hands on you," David hissed.
"No, it"s not like that. I went to the apartment to get the rest of my things and somehow he seduced me into having s.e.x with him. I feel so bad for being weak and cheating on you; can you forgive me? I promise it won"t happen again."
David went quiet for a beat, and then said, "Yeah, I forgive you."
"I need you to come over-not for s.e.x, though. Brick f.u.c.ked me until I was raw, and now my p.u.s.s.y is really sore. I need you to come over and hold me until I fall asleep. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure. You know, it"s not only about s.e.x for me. I care about you. h.e.l.l, I might as well admit it, I"m falling in love with you. I"m so into you, I told my wife that I knew about her affair with her coworker and then I kicked her out of our bedroom. The only person I want lying next to me is you."
"Where does wifey sleep-on the living room couch?" Misty couldn"t stifle a giggle.
"No, she put a futon in our daughter"s room and she sleeps in there. Since you and I have been together, I lost my desire for her. My marriage is officially over. I"ve been blowing up your phone, trying to tell you the good news. I"m a free man, baby."
"Slow your roll, David. For the sake of your child, you need to stick with wifey a little longer. I grew up without a father and I know from firsthand experience how devastating that can be."
"I"m not going to abandon my daughter, but I need to get away from my wife."
"Not yet. I want you to be an honorable man and stick by your child." Misty covered her mouth and laughed behind her hand. If having David around her on a daily basis was beneficial, she would have taken him from his stupid little daughter without hesitation. But she didn"t need him hanging around her, twenty-four hours a day, and so she convinced him to be a good father.
"You"re so understanding, Misty. That"s one of the things I love about you."
"Aw, thanks, babe. I have strong feelings for you, too."
"I hope one day you"ll grow to love me."
"Let"s not rush things; you"ll have to earn my love."
"I plan on earning it."
"That"s good to know," she said with a smirk.
"As soon as you say the word, I"ll file for divorce. I"m serious about you, girl."
"We"ll talk about our future plans when you get here," Misty said sweetly.
"I"m putting my clothes on now, sweetheart. I"m gonna be breaking speed limits trying to get to you."
"Aw, you got me blushing," Misty said, feigning modesty while a sneaky smile crept across her face.
David hugged Misty so tight, she had difficulty breathing. He mistook her gasping for sobs. "Shh. Shh. Don"t cry, Misty," he soothed lovingly. "I"m here now; everything"s gonna be all right. You had a slip-up with your ex, I trust you and I know it won"t happen again."
Seizing the opportunity to play the victim, Misty bent over and began rubbing her crotch. "I"m not upset about that anymore, but my coochie hurts so bad." She was wearing a short, stretchy, body-hugging onesie. She pulled the crotch area to the side, revealing her bare p.u.s.s.y. "Kiss it for me, David. Make it feel better."
Instead of obliging her immediately as she expected, he hesitated, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Um, I know you don"t expect me to go down on you after you been f.u.c.king ol" boy." David gawked at her with an expression that said he found her request shockingly absurd.
"It shouldn"t matter who I f.u.c.ked; all you should be concerned about is making me feel better," Misty said with an edge to her voice.
"Did you at least wash it?" he asked, his voice climbing an octave.
Misty stared at him unflinchingly. "No, I didn"t wash it. Why should I?"
"Because..." David lowered his eyes and made a sound of frustration. "You know, for sanitary reasons."
She sighed. "I thought you loved me."
"I do."
"Then why"re you asking me all these questions. If you want my coochie to be clean, then wash it with your tongue." Having nothing else to say, she pressed her lips together challengingly.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, David caved in and said, "Okay, I"ll clean your p.u.s.s.y."
Misty smiled as she clamped her hands on his shoulders, urging him to bow down.
David slowly lowered himself until he was on his knees, his face flush with her v.a.g.i.n.a.
"Did he use a condom?" he asked, looking up at her nervously.
Misty shook her head. "No, he didn"t. Baby, stop talking, all right? I"m in pain and I want you to prove how much you love me." She gripped the back of his neck, nudging his head forward until his mouth mashed against her outer lips. The tip of his tongue jutted between his lips and began to timidly flick against Misty"s c.l.i.t.
"Don"t be shy. Clean that coochie out for me, baby. Show me how much you love taking care of me," she said in a whispery, seductive voice that persuaded David to delve inside, stabbing in and out of her wetness with wild abandon. Growing accustomed to and starting to like what he believed to be Misty"s flavor, mixed with s.e.m.e.n from another man, David began moaning.
"Do you like how Brick tastes inside me?" Misty felt that familiar rush that came whenever she took someone out of their comfort zone and lured them into her s.e.xually deviant world.
"Mm-hmm," he murmured, so focused on lapping up her juices, he was unable to give a coherent verbal response.
The fact that David admitted to enjoying sucking out Brick"s imaginary c.u.m had Misty"s p.u.s.s.y leaking like crazy. Her overflowing juices poured out of her and David had to widen his mouth in order to capture every drop.
Feeling herself on the verge of c.u.mming, she led David to the bed and tugged on his belt. "Take your s.h.i.t off and f.u.c.k me," she ordered in a bossy tone that she didn"t try to disguise with sweetness.
David quickly stripped and mounted her. "I never did anything like that before," he whispered in her ear.
"Would you be willing to do it again?" Misty inquired.
"I"ll do anything for you," he vowed with a groan as he plunged inside her.
Simply imagining all the freakish fun she was going to have with David caused Misty to explode on the third d.i.c.k-stroke.
"Did you c.u.m already?" David asked, surprised.
"Yeah, a big-a.s.s nutt," she replied breathlessly as her heart raced a mile a minute. "Now it"s your turn." She smoothed his hair, and then delicately ran her hands down the sleek athletic lines of his arms and back. Without warning, she suddenly dug her pointy fingernails into his skin.
"Ow!" David yelped from the sharp pain and then immediately began putting in work with forceful thrusts and powerful gyrations.
"That"s right; f.u.c.k me like you mean it." She bit his chest lightly and then applied a little more pressure. She continued biting him on his chest and shoulders until his convulsing body and loud groan announced that he"d reached the finish line.
Misty nudged him. "Move! You"re smothering me, David."
David rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. "You got me doing crazy s.h.i.t, but I like it. I"ve never been with anyone as freaky as you."
"Stick around; it gets much freakier than what we got into tonight. But I want you to know that it takes a real man to be with me."
"I"m a real man."
"We"ll see. Don"t punk out when I make other kinky requests that might sound outlandish to you."