Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues) (21 page)

I sat back and watched as both of Bishop’s men waited for him to give them further instructions. The power and the strength he carried in his voice sent chills down my spine. There was no question in my mind that he was in control.

“I think it’s gonna be difficult to get to him tonight because he has security cameras on each corner of his house and the outside of the house is lit up with extra lighting. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had motion detectors around his house too, so I think it’s best if we go back to the hotel and re-group. We can’t risk fucking this mission up just because we want him that bad.”

“Cool, I agree,” Monty replied.

“Yeah, me too,” Torch sounded off and then he put the truck in reverse to turn around. After he felt like he backed the truck up far enough, that’s when he turned it around and flicked back on the headlights.

As we drove away I turned around in my seat to look back at the house Duke was supposedly in and I became so frustrated that we weren’t going to be able to snatch his ass up tonight. I wanted so badly to see him squirm and beg for his life while Bishop, Torch and Monty tortured him to death. It seemed as if I had waited for this day for a very long time and now it wasn’t going to happen when I expected it to. I agreed with Bishop that this wasn’t a good time to go inside Duke’s house but with all the added security that motherfucker had protecting him, when would be the right time? I wanted his ass got now. I wanted him to feel all the fucking pain I endured behind him. I also wanted him to reap all the shit he did to all of those innocent young women who were killed and had their babies taken from them.

After all, he deserved it.

Duke was a fucking heartless monster. I mean, who marries their fiancée and then have them killed not even a month later so they can collect on their life insurance policy? I bet she thought without a shadow of doubt that he loved her and would jump in the line of fire for her. That’s the way he came across. That motherfucker was very charismatic. He’d talk a bitch into selling her pussy to her own daddy. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it wouldn’t surprise me if Duke worked some type of roots or witchcraft on us. Virginia and other states further in the south lived off that voodoo shit. I just wished I had a way of finding out. He’d pay triple for the shit he took me through.

On our way back to the hotel I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that we were leaving this bastard to live life a few more hours. Bishop saw how disgusted I was and tapped me on my knee. “Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna get ‘em,” he told me.

When the words penetrated my mind I felt just a little better. I guess I needed to be reassured in some way, form or fashion. Bishop seemed as if he was a man of his word so I took it for what it was worth and accepted it.

After we arrived back at the hotel, Bishop handed me the hotel room key and told me he’d join me later. I knew he was going into Monty and Torch’s room to discuss how they’d be able to get to Duke. I wanted to join in on the discussion with them but I figured I’d let them handle it. Besides, I had no knowledge of dodging security cameras and motion sensors. So I did what I was told and went into the room.

It didn’t take Bishop long to join me. I thought he’d be with Monty and Torch at least a couple of hours but he came back about thirty minutes later. I had already taken a shower and was tucked away inside the sheets when he sat on the bed. I looked at him and smiled because this was the first time in many years that I felt this safe. Not only did he possess the physical attributes, his swagger was out of this world. The way he looked at me made me want to melt. I was a very attractive woman myself. And my body was in tip-top shape and I didn’t have any stretch marks. Neeko used to beg me to hop on stage when he was alive. He knew niggas would line up to see my body. I had a very tiny waist and ass, and my hips were to die for. Plus, my titties were perky so I never owned a push-up bra. Yes, I was a bad bitch in my own right. I just needed a good man to appreciate me.

He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. When he found a local channel that had the news on, he stopped. It was past three in the morning and the newscast was a rebroadcast. However, the news ticker was scrolling across the bottom of the screen. I stopped and read it just like Bishop was doing.

I shook my head at the craziness of it all. I wonder how Diamond would have felt knowing she was known as the female victim in Norfolk. They could have at least said her name. But I was just happy Rodney had spread the word to blame Duke for the killing of Diamond. I hoped Rodney would also do something good with the money besides buy more product to sell on the street. I knew his family could use the money. Hell, what family in the ’hood couldn’t use money like that.

Bishop evidently had seen everything he wanted to see as he turned the TV off. “I’m very proud of you,” he said.

I really couldn’t make heads or tails of what made Bishop tick. His voice inflection, his tone was the same as it was when we were taking care of business. He was just too cool for me.

“Thank you,” I said in return. “I was nervous initially, but everything just fell into place after I beat the shit out of Diamond.”

“You okay with that?” he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice and see it in his eyes.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be,” I added.

“She was your friend . . . not only that, your best friend for years. It’s hard losing someone close to you . . . even if they betray you.” He walked around the bed and sat right next to me, putting his hand on my cheek. I almost melted. His hand was warm and inviting. Not rough like I thought it would be. He was a hard brotha with a gentle touch. A rarity in the world I grew up in, the world I had known for most of my life.

“I’m doing good, thanks to you,” I replied.

“I didn’t do anything, Lynise, I just gave you wings. It was up to you to flap them and make them fly. I’m proud that you did that.”

Then we just looked at each other and took in the moment. Neither one of us moved to make a move. I wondered what he was thinking. I was just hoping it was about me.

“We’re gonna head back out to Duke’s place early in the morning to see if we can get him when he comes out. That seems to be the only way we can get to him,” he told me. That surprised me. I was hoping his next words would be, I want you.

“What time?” I played off my disappointment.

“I want to be out of here right before the sun comes up. I don’t want to miss the chance of letting him leave the house and we’re not there.”

“Well, I think that’s a good time because he does get up early.”

Bishop looked down at his wristwatch. “Get some sleep. We only have four hours before we leave back out,” he said as he started taking off his shoes.

Now, as bad as I wanted to get some sleep, I also wanted him to take me into his arms. I had to have him tonight. After he had taken off his shoes, I watched him take off his shirt, revealing a white t-shirt and then he slid out of his pants. I swear I was about to fucking cum on myself when I saw the print of his dick through his boxer shorts. It reminded me of the scene from the movie Takers, when Idris Elba got out of his bed in his boxers. Oh my God! Bishop’s dick had to be the same exact size as Idris Elba. And I couldn’t allow myself to lay there and not put it to good use. So as soon as he got into the bed with me I asked him if he could hold me.

“You sure you want me to do that?” he smiled.

I smiled back and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

We were laying in the fetal position and I loved every minute of it. And before I knew it his dick started rising to the occasion. My pussy got so warm and wet, it started pulsating. The feeling was incredible but I knew I needed to feel Bishop inside me to get the full effect. Knowing he had a woman back in New Jersey was shifted to the back of my mind. I didn’t give a fuck about her at this point. Her man was in bed with me and I was going to take advantage of it. Plus, I figured if I fucked him good enough, he’d want to leave her ass for good.

“Damn, your dick is so hard,” I commented while I massaged his hard manhood from behind. I did this so I could measure the size of it with my hand. And after I found out that my hand couldn’t cover his entire penis, I became more excited. I was so excited that I turned my body completely around towards him and then I leaned in to kiss him. Oh my God! His lips were so soft and full. We were rotating our lips as we kissed each other passionately. Luckily for him I was completely naked. I knew that this was bound to happen which was why I decided not to slip on a pair of panties. I believed I took Bishop by surprise when he realized I was naked. But when he started licking and sucking on my nipples, it made things all better.

Not too much longer after he licked and played with my breast, he slid down my body. His soft kisses and licks on my stomach were only making me hotter. He was active and like everything else in his life, he was smooth. His hands were working their way up and down my body while his mouth teased me. When his mouth found my pussy and started teasing my clit with his tongue, I was in heaven. I was so fucking surprise when his tongue initially touched my clit, that I lifted my back and with both hands, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face in all of my wetness.

Granted, I was already wet so when he dug his tongue deep inside me, it became more pleasurable. I was bucking and humping his face like my mind was going bad. The feelings I felt with each touch were indescribable. “Oooooowww, yeah Bishop, lick right there,” I instructed him. Damn, I loved a man who loved eating pussy and knew what he was doing. And this bastard knew what in the fuck he was doing. He was so good I could feel my toes twisting in all different directions. This shit was affecting my whole body. His hands went under my ass and I could feel the saliva running down the crack of my head.

“Wait, don’t move. Stay right there,” I demanded as I concentrated on climaxing. While he was eating my pussy like he was at a Japanese buffet, I was thinking about this sex tape I saw a while back with this chick sitting on this guy’s face. She was grinding her pussy in his face and he was taking it all in. Thinking about how she was throwing her pussy at that other guy helped me explode all my juices into Bishop’s mouth. I trembled while his face was buried between my thighs and his hands were pushing my ass more into his face. Damn, damn, damn! I think I had a double orgasm. This muthafucka was not stopping. He was eating my pussy like it was his last meal, like he was the muthafucka locked up and had just gotten out of jail.

Immediately after I exhaled, I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. “I want you to fuck me!” I commanded. Without saying a word he pushed his entire dick inside of my pussy. And as he slid his dick deep inside of me, I began to feel like we were one. I know this sounds crazy but I was falling in love with this guy. The way he handled me while he thrust himself in and out of me was mind blowing. I couldn’t get myself together. I felt like I was on cloud nine or in la-la land. The way he penetrated me was so gentle and passionate. He was literally making love to me. And the way he looked into my eyes left me in a trance.

“Hmmmm, this pussy is so wet and tight. I love this wet pussy!” he told me as he continued to thrust himself in and out of me.

I wanted him to know I was feeling him so I pulled his face to mine and started kissing more passionately. Yeah, he was a real man. Real men love it when a woman kisses them after they just ate her pussy. Real men loved it when a woman wasn’t all prudish and shit, and didn’t mind tasting herself. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder!” I said between kisses. And he happily obliged.

He put my legs over his shoulder and then he started long stroking me. He would look down at how hard he was fucking me and then he looked into my face to see my expression. I couldn’t lie, this shit was feeling damn good. But I knew if I didn’t express that physically or verbally, he wouldn’t perform as well. That’s just a man’s ego. They want to know that they are doing their thing, so I made sure he knew it tonight.

“Damn right, fuck this pussy, baby. Fuck this pussy hard!” I told him. The more I talked nasty to him, the better he performed and about forty seconds later, he pulled his dick and squirted every ounce of cum his dick could produce. And while he was dropping it all over my pussy, I was wiping it up with my index finger and then I’d lick it off.

After our fucking session was over, he and I both washed ourselves off and jumped back into bed. He went out like a light. But it took me at least another twenty minutes to doze off. I couldn’t get the way I felt about Bishop off my mind. I just hoped that I didn’t play myself by fucking him too soon. And I knew that in time I would know.

Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique

Strength and Power-Chapter Twenty-Six

Whoever said men have the biggest balls—lied!

I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so damn good. There is nothing like a good man with a bank account, status and a horse dick. Better yet, there was nothing like a man who knew how to use that plywood between his legs as well as use his tongue as a weapon. That was exactly what Bishop had done—attacked me with his weaponry, and I was all the more better for it. I was on my cloud and it was much higher than cloud nine.

I felt good for only two or three hours of sleep. When I looked over at the clock, it read 11:30. I immediately jumped up and fumbled over myself.