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  When his thick long inches of dark skinned goodness charged out of his pants in a full erection, I had to thank God again.

  My mouth gravitated to his dick. Finally, I was able to wrap my lips around the warmth of his chocolate love. As soon as it was in my mouth, my mouth began to water with excitement. I took Omari’s hand and put on my head, allowing him to treat me like a slut and fuck my face.

  “Oh shit,” slid out of his mouth in reaction to the oral love that I was making to his dick. I let the saliva run from my mouth and slide over him, making the oral love wet and tight. I made sure that my mouth felt like the tight warm hole of a wet pussy.

  Jagging his dick with both hands, I forced his legs open with my shoulders and began to lick and suck his balls. I looked at him. His expression confirmed that he was falling into lust as I watched his eyes roll into the back of his head while it fell back onto the couch.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to feel this man’s dick inside of me so bad. Moreover, I wanted him to feel me.

  Quickly, I lifted my dress and straddled him. His dick felt so warm against my wet pussy.

  “Wait,” Omari told me as I tried to kiss him. “Let me get a condom.”

  “You don’t need that, baby.”

  He looked shocked and confused. To convince him to let me feel him, I slid on top of his dick. I wrapped his arms around my waist and put his hands on my bare ass. He wanted to argue with me. He fought the feeling of my raw love, but I stood on my tip toes and rode him aggressively.

  “Aw shit.”

  I’d won. I reached behind me and played with his ball, still wet from my saliva, and again, Omari’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head as I rode his dick.

  “This dick is so good,” I told him in sexual moans as I felt my orgasm cumming. “You like this pussy, Daddy?”

  Quickly, he spat, “Hell yea. Cum on this dick.” Then he smacked me on my ass.

  I loved the way he fucked me back. I loved the way his raw dick felt inside of my wet box. It was such a tight fit that my insides literally cuffed themselves around every inch of him.

  “I’m cumming, baby.” I was damn near in tears. Finally, I had this man and it was so well worth the wait.

  “I’m cumming wit’ you.”

  Omari grabbed me around my waist. As I bounced on his dick and allowed my orgasm to come down, he fucked me and allowed his to do the same. The friction of his dick felt so good that I trembled. Yet, when I knew that he was now cumming, I hopped up, dropped to my knees, put his dick in my mouth, and sucked the cum out of him.

  “Arrrrrgh!” Omari fought the sensation as he came down my throat. “Shit! Gawd damn!”

  I giggled, listening to him curse in delight and watching his toes throw up gang signs through his socks. I sucked out every last drop. I even licked my lips until it was all gone.

  Omari looked at me like I was crazy as I got up from my knees and sat beside him. He was paralyzed from the orgasm and couldn’t move.

  “Damn, girl,” was all he could say through short breaths.

  While rubbing his head, I asked, “Was it good to you, baby?”

  “Hell yea.”

  I sat closely by him, now rubbing his dick, hoping that it would get hard again but just willing to massage it, making sure that Omari felt good. Again, his head went back and he fell into the massage. He seemed to take advantage of how I catered to his dick.

  “You ready for round two?”

  I was on my knees before Omari could answer. His dick was in my mouth again before he could tell me yes or no.

  SIX

  FRIDAY, JULY 19TH, 2013

  Aeysha

  “Where you been all night, Omari?!”

  I couldn’t believe this smug son of a bitch had the nerve to walk his ass in the house at four o’clock in the morning!

  “I am so sick of this shit!”

  I was standing right at the door yelling at the top of my lungs. I’d met him there because I was wide awake when I heard his keys in the door. I had been lying awake all night tossing, turning, and wondering whose pussy he was up in.

  Bet it was some ratchet bitch.

  Like a typical nigga, Omari ignored me. He actually walked around me as I stood in the middle of the floor wearing my bra, panties, and a head scarf. I remembered a time that he couldn’t ignore me when I had clothes on, much less with my clothes off, so that pissed me off even more and made me sick to my stomach.

  “Why don’t we just break up?”

  Now that got his attention.

  Stopping in his tracks and turning to face me, he said, “Stop overreacting.”

  “This is not over reaction, Omari! You been in and out this motherfucka all day and at all times of night. I’m already up to here with the bitches! Now here you go again!”

  Tears were falling by now. They weren’t for him. I was disappointed because after all the praying I had done the night before, asking God for a sign, I was terribly disappointed that this was my sign.

  “This ain’t got nothing to do with bitches!”

  “How come it don’t?!”

  Frustrated, Omari made an about-face and continued walking towards the bedroom.

  I was on his heels, allowing my frustrations to come out in tears that were begging for my man to love me like he use to again, and for me to finally become somebody worth loving.

  “I know you’re fucking somebody, Omari. You’re doing the same things you use to do; coming in late, not paying me any attention, canceling plans. She must be a bad bitch too ‘cause, unlike the other times, you ain’t even fucking me.”

  He smacked his lips as he took off his shirt. “Man, what the fuck are you talking about?”

  There we were; two young people, naked and supposedly in love. But instead of making passionate love, we were fighting like cats and dogs.

  With a cynical giggle and shake of my head, I spat, “See? You so far up in this bitch that you don’t even realize that you haven’t fucked your woman in a month.”

  He wanted to argue with me, but he couldn’t. He thought about what I said and realized that I was right.

  Now that I had his attention, he needed to know that I was at my wits end. “Omari, I can’t do this no more. I love you to death. I have been with you for all of my life, seems like. But I am already in a bad state of mind. I don’t have a job. I can’t get into school.” Even though I had gone through this time and time again, just mentioning the pathetic state of my being made me cry even harder. “I can’t take you treating me like this on top of all of that!”

  I was crying hysterically at this point. I couldn’t understand why life was this way; why I couldn’t get ahead and why I couldn’t be happy. I felt like, as he was obviously making moves to improve, I was bringing Omari down.

  As I sat on the bed crying into the palm of my hands, I felt him sit beside me and put his arm around me.

  “I’ve been working for Ching.”

  Instantly, my crying ceased.

  “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to piss you off. But for the past month or so, I been making runs for Ching. I was tired of hurtin’. I was tired of not being able to take care of you like you deserve to be. So, I took him up on his offer.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Omari was never a street nigga. The fact that he had gone to such lengths to take care of home made me feel stupid as hell for jumping down his throat. The fact that he had to go to such lengths partly because I couldn’t help take care of home made me feel even more worthless. But the fact that he was willing to take these risks for us made me love him that much more.

  Tammy

  “What do you mean there is nothing else you can do?!”

  Donte slightly grabbed my arm as I was seemingly about to jump over the officer’s desk.

  “Ma’am, there is nothing else that we can do. You have a restraining order in effect…”

  “A restraining order is a piece of paper! A piece of paper isn’t g
oing to help me when he is trying to kill me!”

  I had attempted to go back to work that day. I spent all day in my classroom nervous as hell. As I taught Chemistry to the sophomores and juniors, visions of Jimmy finding me there kept dancing in my head. I could imagine him even causing yet another school shooting with his crazy ass. Somehow, some way, he had gotten my cell phone number again. He was constantly calling me, constantly leaving messages on my phone saying how he was going to kill me when he found me.

  Then, just when I felt as if I had successfully completed my first day back at work, I found a threatening note on my car from him; telling me how good I looked in the suit that I wore to work. It also said that he would have loved to rip the pencil skirt off of my hips and rape me violently.

  “He is crazy!” I was practically pleading with the officer. “So, what am I suppose to do? Call the police when he is a hundred feet away from me?! By the time you all get there, I WILL ALREADY BE DEAD!”

  By now, I was yelling in desperation and had gotten the attention of everyone in the precinct.

  “Ma’am, you need to calm down,” Officer Brown enforced. He even stood to make himself clearer.

  “Tammy, let’s go,” Donte insisted as he stood.

  I was so frustrated that I didn’t even force the issue. It was obvious that the police could do nothing for me until, God forbid, Jimmy had already successfully done something to me.

  I walked out without saying another word. My tears were speaking for me. I could feel Donte right behind me, as he had always been during the last month of this tragic ordeal, guiding me out the precinct with his hand on my lower back and speaking positive and comforting words to me.

  “It’s going to be okay. He hasn’t been able to find you at my house. You just can’t go back to work.”

  As we stepped outside of the precinct, the blazing sun shot down on us. It was ninety-one degrees on a Friday evening. I should have been heading to the beach in a two piece instead of standing outside of a police precinct in a black suit.

  I was so frustrated as I took off my suit jacket; revealing the cami that I wore underneath.

  “You gotta calm down, Tammy. Don’t let this nigga make you sick. Stress will kill you.”

  I tsked. “Hell, if Jimmy doesn’t kill me first!”

  Donte didn’t find that funny. Good thing because I was dead serious. The world was on my shoulders as Donte led the way to his Range Rover. The mill in Gary was paying him well, so he upgraded last week from the 300 to a 2013 Range Rover. Watching him walk towards that Range Rover looking as good as he wanted to look in a wife beater and slightly sagging True Religions with Christian Louboutin sneakers made me want to smack the shit out of myself for ever leaving him.

  Just watching the sweat drip from his bald head as he started the truck made me damn near forget my sorrows. It had been so hard being so close to Donte. I was still fighting the feelings that I had for him. I was still wondering if those feelings were genuine or if they were just in rebound of the bullshit I have been going through with Jimmy.

  Donte snuck a peek at me as he approached a stop sign. Noticing my stern look, he laid a hand on my thigh and said, “Let’s go get a drink. You need one.”

  I didn’t argue with him and as he continued to drive, his hand never left my exposed thigh, making my confusion grow from a small hill to Mount Everest. Donte and I had gotten even closer since I moved in with him. We spent so much time together. However, I was terribly confused about whether he was there out of interest or protection. I didn’t know whether he watched movies with me or took me to dinners as a friend or to spark what had once been.

  My mountain of confusion grew even bigger a few hours later. After countless shots of Jack Daniels, he and I were dancing to “Tonight” by John Legend in a hole in the wall on the Southside of Chicago. We were both so sloppy drunk that we giggled uncontrollably and touched intimately. Though the pace of the song was a quick smooth tempo, we were close and moved slow in one another’s arms. The air conditioner in the lounge barely blew a cool breeze, so we exchanged sweat as our arms intertwined with one another’s.

  With his head lightly pressed against my forehead, Donte began to speak to me. No matter how drunk and platonic his words were, they went straight to my heart. “I’m not gone let him hurt you.”

  They were simple intoxicated words that spoke a sober truth. I knew that Donte wouldn’t let me hurt, that’s why I felt so sorry for myself that I let him get away.

  In response, I leaned over an inch to allow our lips to touch. For milliseconds, I wondered if he would push me away. But immediately, after the wonder came, his tongue pushed it away– spreading my lips apart and inviting my tongue to dance.

  Simone

  “What’s up, Miss Simone? Need some help with that?”

  I was so happy to see Chance. I was rushing out of the office, while carrying mounds of paperwork that I planned to complete over the weekend. It was past six o’clock. I really needed to get home quick so that I could get ready. I had a date with Omari. I couldn’t wait to see him.

  “Sure, Chance. Thank you,” I told him as I handed him the stacks of papers in accordion files. “How have you been doing? You haven’t stopped by to see me in a few days.”

  With a sigh, Chance replied, “Been busy getting ready to leave this joint. They been sending me on interviews and what not.”

  “What kind of interviews?”

  As Chance managed to hold onto the files and hold the door open for me, he sighed in frustration. “Jobs that ain’t gone pay me much.”

  “Well, are they helping you get into school? You should be able to get a lot of help through the government. We have a lot of programs to help you out with that.”

  I caught Chance slightly rolling his eyes as we approached my car. I wasn’t surprised. Rarely do eighteen year old Black boys growing up in the hood want to hear about college and what not. They want money, and they want it fast.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I promised Chance as we loaded the files in the back seat of my car. “Don’t get so anxious about leaving here. You don’t have to make a decision regarding taking care of yourself so quickly. You have until you’re twenty-one to be in transitional housing…”

  “And then what?”

  Chance honestly looked like he wanted me to answer that. He looked like he wanted me to fix it. But the only thing I could do was reach out and wrap my arms around him. When he hugged me back, he held on to me so tight that it scared me. He held me like he needed the love and support in that hug more than he needed air to breathe.

  Though it was late, I didn’t know if any other personnel were around, so I let Chance go. He reluctantly did the same. As his arms left my body, his hands grazed my waistline and hips.

  I wondered was it an accident. I even waited for him to apologize but he simply gave me an obvious stare that gave me uncomfortable chills.

  “All right, Chance. I will see you later.”

  I knew that he had a crush on me. I guess since he was approaching his release from Lexington, he was feeling froggish. Chance said his goodbyes as I quickly hopped in the driver’s seat, started the car, and rolled down the window.

  As I watched Chance walk away, I was in a daze. I wondered did he really just feel me up or was it just in my mind. I was so consumed in shock that I didn’t hear footsteps quickly approaching my car from the driver’s side until it was too late and hands were inside of the window tightly wrapped around my neck.

  The grip around my neck was so tight that I couldn’t even scream out for help. I pulled at the hands and struggled to get free.

  Then, whoever it was brought his face into the window. We were eye to eye. That’s when I recognized Tre.

  “Bitch, it’s this easy to fuck you up,” he threatened, continuing to shake my head by the neck like a rag doll. “Don’t you ever threaten to tell my wife shit! Let me find out your ratchet ass done said a fucking word to my wife and I will fucking kill yo
u. Do not call me anymore. Do you fucking understand?!”

  Tears were coming to my eyes as Tre finally released me with such a force that my head snapped to the side. I gasped for air as I began to cry while I watched him walk away coolly, like what he’d just done didn’t faze him one bit.

  I couldn’t believe that a man that I had spent so much time with could treat me so dismissively. It was like I was a fucking joke to him. After two years, I was nothing compared to a bitch that couldn’t even keep him happy enough to keep him from having whole relationships with other women.

  Tre didn’t have shit to worry about though. I was on to the next anyway.

  SEVEN

  WEDNESDAY, JULY 31, 2013

  Omari

  It felt so good pulling up in front of the crib in a new car. I had just left the Dodge dealership in a brand new red Dodge Challenger. I had never been able to finance a car, but after months of working beside Ching, I was in a new whip. I would have loved some slick shit like a Benz or something, but I would never be on that level in the drug game. I was good with just being able to finance something new and being able to afford the payment.

  That shit felt good.

  I hadn’t even told Aeysha that I was going to get the ride. I had one of the block boys take me up to the dealership because I wanted to surprise her. Since I was getting a new car, she was finally able to have a car, since I was giving her my Impala. It was an older car with some minor issues, but it was clean, running, and better than the bus.

  I had plans on getting her a new car next while still saving for us a house.

  Like I said, Ayesha didn’t even know that I was buying something new, so as I sat in front of the house, she and Eboni stared at the car curiously, since they couldn’t see through the tent.

  When I hopped out, they both damn near shitted bricks.

  I was beaming from ear to ear as they met at the curb. Finally, I was feeling like the man of my household, like I was holding shit down and was somebody for the woman in my life to be proud of.