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CHAPTER 33
 
B
arron was standing in the alcove outside his mother’s suite when he saw his problem coming out of Fallon’s room. She stopped to peer out of a large picture window, and he almost stopped breathing when she raised her arms in the air and stretched like a cat under the glow of the moonlight.
Mink had on a sheer white nightgown, and from where he stood she looked naked as hell underneath. Every one of her vicious curves was outlined in detailed perfection. Her hips were three times as wide as her tiny waist, and her toned, shapely thighs tapered down to perfect calves and slim ankles.
He had already told her to stay away from his mother’s wing of the house. But Mink was sneaky and hardheaded and she was starting to fuck with him. She raised her arms again and arched her back. The swell of her ass poked her gown out in the back, and when she shifted her weight to her hip Barron felt that shit all down in his nut sack.
A door closed in the hall behind him and Barron jumped.
Whirling around, he strode back down the hall and headed toward his own suite where Carla lay on the sofa pretending to watch television. Walking right past her, he grabbed a two-hundred-dollar bottle of lotion and went into the bathroom and sat down on the closed toilet. Unbuckling his pants, he extracted his hard dick and squeezed the head. He could have popped one off just from the sight of Mink’s hips alone, instead he rubbed the scented lotion in his palm and slathered it up and down his rigid shaft. With the memory of Mink’s half-naked flesh sending spiraling heat through his body and his mind, Barron closed his eyes, bit back his shame, and fucked the shit outta his palm.
CHAPTER 34
 
L
il Mama I can see it in ya eyes we can ride if you ready to roll ...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Chere!
I got the Caddie double-parked outside we can slide if you ready to go ...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Chere!
The way she grind, pop it back, make it wind, got my mind going outta control ...
Sauuuucy!
Otha bitches they don’t wanna see you shine, she get by ’em when she’s droppin’ it low ...
It was only Thursday night but we was ridin’ dirty in Dane’s custom Hummer while Reem Raw’s “Break It Down” blasted all out the windows. We had Jock with us, and he was taking us to Dallas so he could hook up with one of his lil rich, drug-head friends who had some X and some real good weed.
All of us was already toasted up to the max, and I didn’t know how Dane was even driving between the white lines. We pulled into a gas station to get some Black & Milds and some gum for Dane, and I spotted that bitch Stanka as soon as I jumped out the whip.
I thought about the jewelry I had lost that night at the club, and how this trick had hipped the dude pulling the lick that I was tryna hide the ring Gutta had slid on me. Stanka had dipped before I could get at her that night, but seeing her ass again brought all my Harlem rolling up outta me.
“Hey, Stanka! Ya
stank bitch
! Remember me?”
She was getting in a sweet red Lexus with a couple of other chicks, and when she saw me that heffa had the nerve to put her hands on her hips and let her neck roll.
“Bitch who is you? Huh? Who is
you
for me to be remembering? Kiss my ass! You ain’t no damn body to be remembering!”
With Bunni on my heels I dashed over to her car and got up in her grill. “Oh, I can give you something to remember me by. You can believe that shit!”
That tricked dropped everything in her hands. Her bag, her keys, her bottle of soda went rolling, and in a flash she was posted up and ready to fight.
“Well, bring it, bitch!” She balled up her fists and got in her lil Tyson stance. “Bring it!”
I brought it all right. I did a Mayweather on her ass. I clocked her in the mouth before the words were off her lips good. We started
thumpin’
out there in that parking lot! She was country-strong and I was Harlem-hood. We got it in with her girls screaming and cursing for her, and Bunni screaming and cursing for me. She snatched off my curly lavender wig and I yanked her entire shirt over her head. Ms. Stanka was bare-breastin’ under her tank, and them big titties was bouncing everywhere.
She tried to pull my hair and I got her in a yoke and started banging her face. She bit me on my side, and I slung her down to the ground, and that’s when her crew jumped in and we all went down together.
Bunni got in there too, and it was North against South as we scrapped and rolled on that dirty gravel. It was all about the punch, bite, kick, scratch game with us, and me and Bunni fought like we was getting a check at the end of the match.
But on the real though, we ended up getting a whole lot more than what our asses was looking for. An all-girl scrap in Harlem didn’t hardly attract no attention unless somebody got shot or stabbed. But it looked like every cop in Dallas rained down on us at that gas station, and the next thing I knew all of us were in handcuffs and getting a ride down to the precinct.
Me, Bunni, Stanka,
and
her two friends all looked a hot-ass mess under the bright lights in that station house. They had even brought Dane and Jock down to the lockup too.
“I had some fuckin’ where to go!” Stanka yelled at me as they led her past me in her inside-out shirt. “Your dumb ass ain’t even worth all of this!”
I had left my Gucci purse back in Dane’s whip when I jumped out to get at Stanka, and I didn’t have a piece of ID on me. So when they asked me for my name, I thought for a split second and then said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Sable Dominion,” I told the cop, knowing damn well the Dominion name carried a lotta weight down this way. “I’m Sable Dominion, and the two guys you brought in with me are my brothers Grayson and Dane.”
The cop looked at me like I was crazy. He thought me and Bunni were a couple of tricks that Jock and Dane had picked up off the stroll for the night. He told me I was gonna have to call somebody from the Dominion family who was sober and over twenty-one and who could come down to the station and get all four of our drunk asses out.
Immediately I thought about Barron and how he would probably tell them cops to throw my ass under a cell and let me dig a tunnel straight to China. But then I thought for another moment and came up with the perfect Dominion.
“My uncle can come down here and get us,” I told the cop. “Call him up. His name is Suge Dominion.”
 
Uncle Suge came and got us out. Every time I saw that nigga, he was dipped in shine and styling a fresh Stetson and some dead-animal-skin boots, and if he knew I was a faker he sure as hell didn’t seem to give a damn. He had never acted pressed over whether I was Sable or not. But he
had
let me know without a doubt that adopted niece or not, he was feeling my ass.
And don’t think I wasn’t feeling him too. Suge was the type of big-money dude who had ten gallons of swag comin’ outta his left nut. He moved like a lion. Chest out, sturdy legs, muscles everywhere, hungry as fuck and lookin’ for trouble!
“Thanks for coming to get us, Uncle Suge,” I said, tryna sound all sweet and shit. I was sitting up front, and there were crazy sparks flying between us as he drove us home. He had bust up in the police station like he was the damn sheriff or something, and I couldn’t help wondering if he could throw his weight around where it really counted the most.
Suge had the perfect truck for a big man. One of those Ford joints that looked like it could fit about fifty cows in the back. We got up in that baby and immediately his manly scent went up my nose and got my thong all wet. His ride was rugged on the outside but boss on the inside. Plush leather seats, sleek controls, bamming stereo system, and lots of room on the front bench seat in case a sistah wanted to stretch out and get straight!
When we pulled up outside the mansion Uncle Suge put his hand on my arm, telling me to wait and let everybody else get out. Bunni walked into the house holding hands with Dane, and I knew my play-brother was gonna get all in that pussy tonight.
“I’m glad you called me,” Uncle Suge said.
“I’m glad you came,” I said, then grinned and bit my lower lip in a real sexy way. “Thanks again.”
“Nah, baby.” He reached over and pulled me close to him and I wanted to lick his neck and taste his cologne. “You ain’t gotta thank me. But you
can
kiss me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. His mouth felt delicious as he thrust his long tongue down my throat and squeezed my titty in his big, rough hand. I moaned and lip-humped his tongue like it was a dick, and my hand shot down into his lap and put a choke hold on that thang I was looking for.
They said everything was bigger in Texas, and from what I was squeezing they had that shit right. Suge’s wood was stiff like a baseball bat, and I was tryna zip his pants down so I could get next to some skin when he stopped me cold and started laughing real loud.
“You ain’t had enough fighting for one night, huh? Girl you ain’t ready for none of this.” He reached across me and opened my door. “Gone, Miss Sexy. Get yourself on in that house before you run up on something you can’t handle. I ain’t going nowhere, and you ain’t either. I’ll catch up with you another time. In fact, I’ll pick you up for lunch tomorrow.”
My crotch was moist and I didn’t appreciate his ass teasin’ me like that and then putting me out, but I liked it. I couldn’t remember when the last time a dude had passed up an opportunity to stick his fingers in my drawers, and I didn’t know exactly what to say to that, so I just did like he said and bounced.
CHAPTER 35
 
B
arron opened the door to his suite and stopped dead in his tracks.
Mink was curled up like a kitten in his pillows. She was dressed in all white: a white wig, a short white negligee, a white garter belt and stockings, and a pair of white spiked pumps. She had a big red lollipop clutched in her fist and she winked her eye at him and gave it a real big lick.
“C’mon now, Mink.” He stepped into the room and slammed the door behind him. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
She grinned and motioned for him to come closer.
Barron could smell the candy she was licking. He could smell something else too, and that sweet scent made his mouth water.
“Mink!” His dick jumped in his drawers as her name left his mouth. She turned over onto her stomach and pointed her feet in the air and crossed her slender ankles. “Get up outta here!”
He was barking but he couldn’t help looking. Mink’s white thong peeked from between her cheeks and her plump ass was rounder than round. It was all flesh too. Big and firm, and without a single stretch-mark, pimple, or blemish on it.
“I’m gonna fuck you, B-Boy.” She looked over her shoulder and giggled as she rubbed the lollypop all over her sticky red lips. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.”
She rolled over onto her back and lifted her legs in the air. She parted her thick thighs and exposed her moist slit. Mink licked her finger, then slipped it between her lower lips and inserted it deep into her vagina. Still sucking her lollipop, she masturbated herself until her whole hand was slick with juice.
Barron covered his crotch with his hands. His dick was so hard it ached in his pants. Sweat broke out on his nose and his collar got tight. He couldn’t take his eyes off her fingers as they pulled on her clit and dove deep into the folds of her dripping slit.
“Wanna lick?” she teased him as she rubbed her red lollipop between her pussy lips.
His breath caught in his throat as she inserted the candy in her cream-filled hole and coated it with her tangy juices.
“Here,” she whispered, offering it to him seductively. “Come and get it.”
Barron was by her side before he knew his feet were moving. He opened his mouth and accepted the sweet treat she held out to him. Her slippery cum dripped from the bright red candy, and his tongue shot out to catch every drop.
“Mink ...”
He was crazed as she rubbed the lollipop all over his lips. Her scent and the delicious taste of her pussy just drove him wild. His tongue was everywhere as he slurped and suckled from the candy. He was smacking and moaning and gulping that coochie-flavored treat like a starving man, and Mink giggled in his ear and called out his name, “Oooh, Barron! Taste me, Barron, taste me! Ahhh, yes! Lick this pussy! Barron! Barron! Barr—”
“
Barron!
” Carla screamed and slapped him in the face. “Barron! Wake up! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Barron opened his eyes in total confusion. His dick was rock hard and the unmistakable taste of pussy was on his tongue. Carla was leaning over him looking worried as hell. Her hair hung down and flopped in her eyes, and she reached out and smacked the shit outta him again.
“Wake
up
!” she shrieked. “I thought you were having a damn seizure! You were moaning and licking your lips ... The way you were carrying on I was afraid you were going to swallow your tongue!”
Barron sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His wood was flat up against his stomach and harder than it had been in years. He couldn’t believe what the fuck he had been doing in his sleep. Whose pussy he had been desperately trying to get a taste of.
“Barron,” Carla said behind him. He was trying so hard to hold on to the last bits of his erotic dream that he had forgotten she was even in the room. “I asked you if you were okay?”
“I’m fine.” He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped inside, then worked a bar of soap in his hand until his palm was full of lather. Closing his eyes, he touched himself and stroked his meat with warm sudsy bubbles as he recalled the memories of his dream.
That bitch was in his head. She was all
in
his head. He knew it was wrong to wanna fuck Mink, but she had turned him on and he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t even like her. But that didn’t stop him from shuddering and spurting a load as he remembered the way her sweet brown pussy had looked as she played in it, how hot it had smelled when she opened her legs, and most of all how good it had tasted as he rubbed it on his tongue.

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