Jessica heard the shower turn on. She rolled around in his bed feeling like a spoiled child. Her body felt healed, and her pussy still quivered from the tongue action. The expensive silk sheets made it feel like she was lying on clouds. His bed was so soft.
Maserati Meek was spoiling Jessica rotten with gifts. Overnight, she was swamped with Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Versace, Christian Louboutin, Armani, and so much more. She had jewelry and shoes. And he was filling her pockets with cash. It was a dream come true.
Even with her new clothing and her new man, she was still living in a cramped apartment in the projects with her family. She was spending more and more time with Meek; her new life with him was pulling her farther away from her friends. There was also another problem she had to deal with—he still had that bitch Nia in his life. She didn’t want to look jealous, but she was. She didn’t want to share him anymore.
Jessica rose up and peeled herself off the comfortable king-size bed. She walked to the wall-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom and gazed out at a vibrant, well-lit New York City. She was twenty floors up in his penthouse suite, surrounded by opulence in the romantic bedroom with an ultra-luxury king bed, large TV, and a cozy sitting area. The bathroom had a Kohler-jetted tub, a furniture sink vanity, and plush soft towels.
She pressed her tits against the glass and laughed. God, she was having the time of her life. She felt like a kid. She wanted to stay naked and free. Free from poverty and free from her crowding family. This was the place to be free. Her view of the city from so high was exhilarating. It felt like she was flying.
She thought about her options with Kip and his crew. She loved getting money with them; it kept her updated with fashion and things, but she and her friends had to take risks. Sometimes she felt like a prostitute, and Kip and his peoples were her pimps.
But with Maserati Meek, she pleased him and he pleased her, and they were falling in love. He gave her everything she needed without risk, and without any drama surrounding it.
She turned and made her way into the bathroom to join Maserati Meek in the shower. She stepped into the tiled shower with the warm water cascading down on her, and they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately.
Touching Jessica again made Meek completely aroused and hard. The two couldn’t get enough of each other. It was hot and steamy passion sex continuously when they connected. It was just them—sucking, licking, and fucking their brains out with no thought of the outside world. They sexually contorted their bodies underneath the steamy, cascading water and their tongues and mouths wrestled fervently.
Jessica then lowered herself down to her knees and took his erection completely into her mouth and thrust her action forward, her full lips wrapped around his hard, pale flesh like a blanket. She felt he had made her come; now she wanted to make him come.
Meek cooed and groaned. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.
Later in the night, the two lay nestled against each other on the bed. He didn’t want to let her go. She didn’t want to wake up from this dream. Everything about it felt so wonderful. From there, the pillow talk started.
“You’re wonderful and beautiful, you are, eh.”
She definitely had him sprung.
And although Maserati Meek required complete secrecy from her regarding their sexual interactions, now that he seemed pussy-whipped, he started to run his mouth to friends and people. He put Jessica on a pedestal and made it clear to everyone that they were fucking. His eccentric behavior couldn’t allow him any confidentiality.
He looked her in her eyes and asked, “You ever killed anyone?”
What kind of question was that to ask, especially after their intense lovemaking? But Jessica wasn’t appalled by the question; she remained chill. Death wasn’t anything new to her.
Meek continued with, “How do you feel about death, eh? I mean, does it turn you on like it does me?”
“Hey, homes, I’ve seen my fair share of it over the years. The world I come from, it’s an everyday thing, ya feel me?”
“Oh, I do. Besides you, power and murder turn me on, stirs me up. Just the other day, I let a man live when I was so erect to have him killed.”
She was listening. The things men said after sex, or when they were in love with someone. “Who was it?” she asked.
“Oh, this young thug named Kip.”
Jessica’s facial expression didn’t change at all when she heard the name. She acted like she’d heard the name for the first time. She simply asked, “Why did you want him dead?”
“His greed, but I let him live because he’s still needed for now. But his death is inevitable. Maybe I might bathe in his blood, eh.”
It was a sickening thought, but Jessica didn’t take any offense to it. She continued to lie next to him indifferently. He talked about murder like it was changing a TV channel.
Although Jessica had known Kip for years, and he was the love of her best friend Eshon’s life, she didn’t plan on warning him about the threat. The moment she’d connected with Maserati Meek, she’d already made her choice about where her loyalty lay.
Kip and his brother were nothing to her. It was good while it lasted with him and his crew, but now that she’d found the next best thing, she wasn’t about to ruin it, even if it meant Kip’s demise.
Twenty
It was the middle of May, and except for a few rainy days, the weather was consistently warm. Spring was in full-blown effect, with the trees full and green, their leaves dancing in the wind. The grass was soft and plush, and the sky a blanket of blue. It was the perfect day, and with Memorial Day approaching, there was barbecue in the air, especially in the Manhattanville projects.
Kip was cooking a few burgers outside of the project building he resided in. It was a small gathering with music playing from two speakers and several folks scattered around, talking, eating, and enjoying a beautiful day. Kip looked in high spirits as he stood by the small black grill flipping burgers and turning hot dogs. The thug and murderer he was didn’t show today. Instead, he treated his friends to food and music, like he was a pillar of the community.