Torn (40 page)

Beads of water illuminated his skin. Entranced, Mo focused her eyes on one single drip of water that cascaded from the veins in his neck to his carefully crafted pecks.

Slowly it trickled over his washboard abs and down to the smooth silky mane of hair that led to his crotch. Mo wanted so bad to be that drop of water so she could land on his dick.

Boss looked upon Mo as she eyed his bulge in a daze. His dick instantly became hard. He knew she wanted to touch it but was too afraid, so he took her hand and placed it on his manhood. Guiding her hand, Boss and Mo locked eyes as she began to gently stroke his dick through the towel.

Without saying a word, he aggressively grabbed her by the hips. Boss took her into his arms, and passionately kissed her full lips. He was tried of playing games. He was done pretending that they were just friends. There was more to their relationship. Both of them knew it. They'd done the friend thing, and now it was time to move on.

Picking her up by the butt, he led them both into her bedroom. Strikes of thunder and rain echoed around them as they made their way inside the dimly lit space. Mo felt so good in his arms. Her warm tongue danced circles around his as he pressed her back up against the wall. Her legs were wrapped securely around his waist as he unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. They were soft and more than a handful. Pushing them together, Boss eagerly ran his tongue across each of her erect nipples.

Mo could only rub his head and moan as his wet tongue probed and licked her nipples. The sensation of him biting and pulling her nipples with his teeth was stomach cringing, it felt so good. Her breathing was coming in long deep breaths as she tried to keep up with his flow. This was bliss. It wasn't how she envisioned their first time, but Mo honestly couldn't stop if she tried. At that moment, she could care less if they were moving too fast.

Boss wanted to see just how wet she was, so he pushed her slip up and ran his fingers up and down the center of her middle.

"Ooh!" Mo moaned as he worked magic on her exposed clit.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he asked her by dipping his fingers in and out of her warm tunnel at a slow pace.

"Yes!"

"So you let all of your friends make you feel like this?" Boss tenderly kissed her lips.

Mo ignored his question and released her lips from his and sucked on his neck. She loved the taste of his skin. It was always fresh and sweet. Still holding Mo in his arms, Boss led them over to her bed and placed her down. Flashes of thunder flickered throughout the sky, roaring and shaking the room.

Holding her thighs, Boss lovingly trailed kisses down Mo's chest to her navel. His tongue lingered there for a minute before traveling down between her thighs. Mo was soaking wet. Juices were already streaming down her inner thigh.

Boss greedily feasted on her kitty. He'd waited so many nights for this moment. He didn't want anything to hold them up so he roughly pulled her closer and buried his tongue deep within her valley.

"Mmmmmmm! Ahhhh yeah! Yeah! That feels so good!

Please don't stop!" she whimpered as his tongue gingerly licked the outside of her pink pussy lips.

Boss didn't plan to stop. He planned to tantalize and tease her pussy until she screamed and begged. In a snakelike motion, he swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit until her back arched. Mo was so aroused she began to bounce up and down, lifting her butt on and off the bed.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!" she called out in sheer agony.

By her screams, Boss knew he had her right where he wanted her, so he applied more pressure. She could feel her clit swell as his tongue circled round and round. Boss sucked her pussy with no remorse until a flood of juices poured from her slit. Even though she came, he wasn't done yet. Boss wanted her to cum again. This time with more intensity, so while flicking his tongue across her clit he fingered her pussy.

"Boss, stop! Stop! Stop!" she begged.

"Ah uh, not until you cum." He disregarded her weak protest. "You wanna cum again, don't you?"

"AH HUH!"

"Well quit talkin' all that bullshit then." Even more turned on, Boss continued to assault the folds of Mo's pussy lips until she climaxed again.

"SHIT BAAABYYYYYY!" she wailed, shaking.

Cum was all over her vaginal lips and inner thighs. Like a hungry kid at the dinner table, Boss licked up every drop until her pussy was dry. Standing up, he pulled off her slip and tossed it across the room. Playtime was over. It was time to get down to business. Mo peeked between her legs as he placed on a condom and stroked his rigid dick. It was so long and thick.

She was almost afraid all of it wouldn't fit.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked, now back on top.

"I'm a big girl, remember?" Mo countered back.

"A'ight," he warned, entering her opening with ease.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried out as he filled her inside up.

"I thought you was a big girl?" he teased, trying not to scream himself.

Mo was so warm and tight. It was almost like he was fucking a virgin. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he roughly stroked her middle. Mo's body squirmed from each thrust.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Ah huh, please don't stop." Mo's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Boss loved to see her so helpless. For once she couldn't act so hard and tough.

"We still just friends?" he whispered into her ear. "Huh?

We still just friends Mo?"

"Noooo!"

"We're more than that, right?" He licked and bit her neck.

"Yeeeeees!"

"You done pretending, too, ain't you?" He grinded even harder, rotating his hips in a clockwork motion.

"Ah huh!"

"You like the way my dick feel pounding in and out of you?"

"Umm hmm!" Mo's lips quivered.

"It feel good the way I'm fucking you, don't it?"

"Ooooh yes! YES!"

"You wanna cum all over my dick, don't you?" Boss gripped her hands tight and pumped deeper and deeper.

"I want too but I caaaaaaaaan't," she tried to explain.

"You can't? Oh, I should stop then?" Boss quickly pulled out his stiff dick.

"No Boss, put it back in! I promise I'll cum! I promise," she panicked, possessed.

"A'ight then. You a big girl, remember. You gon' cum on this dick, right?"

"Yes!" she groaned.

"You want me to stop?"

"Noooo."

"Not convincing enough." He slapped her thigh and eased out his dick once again.

"No, baby! Put it back in!" Mo begged, scratching his back, feeling like a lunatic.

"You gon' put all that hot creamy cum on daddy's dick?" He placed her leg on his shoulder, pushed his way back in and hit bottom.

"YE-EEEEEEEEEEES!" Mo screamed, ready to explode.

Boss talking dirty in her ear and assaulting her pussy at the same time set off a spark inside her like never before. Without notice her body began to tingle and convulse.

"Oooh baby, I'm cumming!"

"You a big girl now, ain't you!" "Yes! I'm a big girl! I'm a big girl!"

"I feel you, ma! I feel your juices coming down!" Boss was right, Mo's stomach had just started to contract as she felt herself experience another orgasm.

"Oh God, this feels so good! Oh God! I'm cumming!

Ooooooh Boss, I'm cumming!" she wailed as juices came flooding from her vagina.

"Cum on my dick, ma. Cum on daddy dick," he ordered, climaxing as well.

"Bossssssssssssssss!" she screamed out into thin air.

Cumming too, Boss bit into his bottom lip so he wouldn't scream out like a bitch. The nut he'd bust was sure to be a heavy load. After collapsing on Mo's chest, they both lay pant-ing heavily, wrapped up in each other's arms.

19

I Need a Boss

Hours later, Mo and Boss sat on the floor enjoying each
other's company while eating Chinese takeout food.
John Coltrane's "
In a Sentimental Mood
"played while they shared helpings of special fried rice, Mandarin chicken, duck and noodles, egg rolls and crab rangoon. They were famished. Mo sat before him Indian style, dressed in only a gray hoodie and striped boy shorts. She was looking so good that Boss wanted to hit again, but by the way she limped out of the shower, he knew it wouldn't be wise to beat it up again so soon.

"So what's up, Boss? Keep it funky wit me," she asked, biting into an egg roll. "Is Neisha your girl?"

"Why you ask me that?" He cocked his head to the side, giving her a quizzical look.

"Come on, the lil' girl was all over you. Shit, for a minute there I thought she was gon' pull your dick out and start suckin' right there in the parking lot."

"Where do you come up with some of the shit you say?" "Why you ask that?"

"'Cause your mouth is mad ridiculous, shorty." Boss chewed his food, laughing.

"I don't know ... but don't be tryin' to avoid the question."

"I'm not."

"Well answer me then."

"Look, mama, I'm here wit you, ain't I?" He placed down his fork and stared at her.

"Yeah."

"Then don't even trip. It's all about you. She ain't nobody.

Now gimme some of that?"

"Some of what?" she asked, confused.

"Some of this." He softly pecked her lips.

Immediately, any doubt Mo had about her place in Boss' life was put to rest. But she was still unsure about his place in hers.

"You good now?" He rubbed her face and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Yeah but--"

"But what? Why is it so hard for yo' big head ass to realize a nigga feelin' you?" Boss questioned, aggravated.

"No you didn't just talk about my head?"

"It's hard not to, that muthafucka big as hell."

"Fuck you!" She pushed him in the chest. "But listen, Boss, for real. If we're going to continue on with whateva this is ... then you need to understand some things."

"Understand what?"

"I like you, I do. I think you're a cool guy, but I'm not tryin' to put my feelings out there for them to be hurt. I just got out of a nine-and-a-half-year fucked-up relationship. I'm not tryin' to go back there. My heart just started to mend and I'm not gonna let you or anybody else come along and break it again."

"Whoa ... slow down ... who said anything about hurting feelings and breakin' hearts? I just captured your heart, ma, I ain't tryin' to let it go so soon."

"Cute." Mo blushed.

"Real talk, shorty. I'ma give it to you straight up, no chasers. A nigga feeling you. Nah, fuck that, I'm diggin' the hell outta you. Shit, you know ... I've been chasing you for almost a year. And I don't know what happened between you and your man but I'm not that dude. Don't equate me with that nigga. I ain't gon' dog you out and treat you like shit. I don't even make them kinda of moves. See me for me, ya dig."

"I feel you. I just need for you to understand where I'm coming from though, Boss. I went through a lot of mess with my ex."

"A'ight." He stopped eating to give her his undivided attention. "Since you feel the need to get this off your chest, fill me in, lil' mama. What's the deal?"

"Hmm, where do I begin?" Mo placed her index finger on her chin and contemplated. "Umm, he cheated on me I don't know how many times with I don't know how many different women, lied, let's see ... slapped me, had a baby on me with this chick--"

"Damn, who the fuck is this nigga? Ike Turner or Mister from '
The Color Purple'
?" Boss cut her off.

"No, silly, but you're close. Hell you probably know him.

His name is Quan."

"Quan ... Quan?" Boss ran the name through his mental rolodex.

"People on the streets call him Q."

"Ohhhh, I know that dude. I seen him out a few times at a couple clubs. Shit, I didn't even know he had a girl. Every time I saw that dude he was wit a new chick."

"Yep, that's Quan," Mo replied, slightly hurt.

"How long were y'all together?"

"It would've been ten years in June. And I'm not gon' sit up here and fake and front like I was some kind of angel. I did my share of dirt, too. Hell, some of it was with you."

"Ay, but we ain't do nothing. All we did was kick it and kiss a few of times. That shit was harmless," he reasoned.

"But it was still wrong. Imagine if it was you."

"You right. Just don't pull that shit wit me. 'Cause I'm not gon' curse you out, argue or fight. I'm just gon' leave yo' ass," he warned with a menacing glare.

"Don't give me a reason to," she countered back.

"A'ight, mama, I'ma let you have that. Just remember what the fuck I said."

"And you remember what I said."