No More Mr. Nice Guy (6 page)

“C'mon, you black bitch. Who's your daddy? Tell me. Who's your daddy?” Sebastian smacked my ass repeatedly as he screwed me from behind.

If only his lovemaking skills were on par with his ego. Not only did the man have no skills whatsoever, but he had a teeny weenie to boot. I stifled a yawn halfway through the act. He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I took this as a sign it was time to put on an Academy Award–winning performance on faking an orgasm so he could release himself.

“Oh, shit, daddy!” I squealed dramatically, twerking my hips like his was the best dick I'd ever had.

Sebastian and I had been playing this game for almost three weeks, so I considered it all in a day's work. What he didn't know was that when he told me about his nephew Rashaan's plans to sell weapons to Iran, this had become my last day on the job.

“Give me that big old dick. I'm about cum all over you.” I moaned loudly.

“That's right, you black bitch. You love this big dick, don't you?” He continued bragging in his eastern European accent about his fantasy mega penis.

As he pumped away like an excited teenager, I pushed my round, juicy ass further into his crotch, knowing it would get him even more turned on.

“Oh, my goodness! It's so big I don't think I can take it anymore!” I shouted, stifling my laughter. I knew that all my praise would make him light up like a damn Christmas tree. Men were so damn predictable when it came to sex. As long as you made them think they were the best you ever had, they were happy little boys.

He roared like some type of conqueror. “I always had a thing for you black bitches. You all must come out of the womb knowing how to fuck.” He just kept up with that black bitch bullshit. If he didn't get this over with soon, I was going to have trouble not slapping the shit out of him.

“My turn now.” I slid away from his dick and flipped him over, which probably shocked the shit outta him, considering I weighed 135 pounds and he weighed well over two hundred.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Instead of answering, I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed them in my hand just enough to get him into the whole pain/ pleasure thing. I'd seen it work on guys in the past, but this fool went nuts.

“I love it, you black bitch,” he groaned.

“This is how I like it.” I climbed on top of him with my spiked thigh-high boots pressing against him. I lowered myself until I was lined up perfectly with his hard cock.

Sebastian's eyes grew wide as I slid his dick inside of me. Yeah, that was more like it. He may not have known what to do with that pencil-size prick of his, but I sure did. Now it was my turn to ride him.

“Oh, shit!!” He hollered as I began to buck up and down on him like an expert.

I increased the tempo on top of him, as my tongue ran around the rim of his ear, sending his body shivering in delight.

“All right, motherfucker. Who's your mama?” I demanded as I rode his little-ass dick like he was a bucking bronco.

His head was already bobbing up and down in expectation, so it didn't take him long to whimper a response. “You.”

I clamped my muscles down on his dick, showing him what twelve years of yoga, five hundred squats a day, and no babies could do to your goodies. He damn near jumped out of his skin. “Say it again. Who's your mama?”

“You are. You're my mama. Damn, that felt good. Do it again!” he begged.

A superior smile expanded across my face. “And whose dick is this?” I clamped down again.

“Yours! It's yours. It's your dick, mama! Nobody but yours. Shit, that feels so good.” I swear to God he sounded like a virgin getting his first taste.

“You know what, Sebastian? You're a real prick.” I clamped down again, reaching into the garter hidden in my boot.

He was too busy enjoying himself to see what I was doing, so when I whipped out the long, narrow blade and slipped into his earlobe, causing an instant bleed, he didn't know what had hit him. He was dead within seconds.

“Fucking bastard. Nobody calls me a black bitch and gets away with it.” His fate had already been sealed, but talking shit, well, that was just the icing on the cake.

Now that he was dead, the easy part was over and the hard part began. It was time to clean up the mess. Well, at least the forensic mess.

I removed the condom from his shriveled-up penis and then got up to get dressed.

“Fuckin idiot got blood on my boots,” I snarled as I inspected my shoes. I wiped it off with a concoction I carried with me in a spray bottle. I then sprayed Sebastian's body. This shit was good, and it would break down any DNA I might have left behind, just in case some bored forensic detective or a lab rat decided to do their job and get all CSI on a girl.

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and my private parts then threw the washcloth and condom in a Ziploc baggie, which I placed in my purse. I pulled off the blond wig and hazel contacts, then put on the tight black dress I'd worn earlier, along with a beret and a large pair of sunglasses. Even with the disguise, I didn't plan on taking the elevator or going out the front door, in case there were surveillance cameras in the lobby.

I grabbed my trench coat off the back of the chair. Just as I went to open the door to leave, my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered curtly when I saw the number.

“Ms. Saint John, this is Nadja. The assistant director would like to speak to you. Please hold.” I really wanted to curse this dumb-ass bitch out, but I knew this wasn't her doing, so I held my anger for the person responsible.

“Bridget.” Jonathan's voice came on the line.

“Jonathan, what the fuck are you calling me for? I'm on assignment.” I stared back at the mess Sebastian's blood was making as it soaked into the mattress. “You're going to have to start respecting protocol.”

“Yeah, that's what they keep telling me. Look, some interesting developments have come up. I think you need to get down here right away.” He said it nice and smooth, which immediately made me suspicious.

“Uh-huh, and what is it? I don't have time to play Twenty Questions with you. I'm in the middle of something.” I glanced over at the bed again.

“It appears an opportunity has presented itself regarding Mr. Niles Monroe. Now, how soon can you get your sweet ass down here?”

“Shit, why didn't you say that in the first place? I'm on my way.” I took one more look around the room, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.

“C'mon, fine mama, won't you back that thing up. Back that thing up!” I sang out loud as Tanya's ass moved provocatively toward my face. As soon as she backed it up close enough, I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking on it like it was a peach pit and I wanted to get that last bit of nectar out of it.

“Uh!” Tanya groaned as I ran my tongue repeatedly along her throbbing love button. There was nothing I liked more than eating a woman out, and this woman's honey pot tasted like nectar from the gods. My jaws were putting in the work as she started grinding against my tongue, increasing the friction until I could feel her trembling. “Shit! Shiiiit! Don't stop!” Tanya hollered

Moving my face away, I licked my lips. “You like that, huh?”

“You know I do,” she said playfully. “Not only because it feels good, but 'cause it's the only time I can get you to shut the fuck up. Now, put those cute lips of yours to use and make me cum, baby.”

“Oh, you got jokes?” I shot back, lifting my head so I could stick my tongue deep inside her pussy like a mini dick.

I was fucking her with my tongue so good she started to grip the headboard, her body rising and falling in ecstasy. Once I had her ass squirming around, I clamped my lips right back around her clit.

“Ohhhh, shit! Willie, what are you doing to me?” she hollered.

I brought her to the edge of orgasm and then stopped cold, lowering my head. Boy, the look she gave me could have frozen some ice cream.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” I asked like I didn't understand her salty expression.

“Why'd you . . . Why'd you stop?”

“Oh, you thought I was gonna let you get yours without me?” I joked, shaking my head. “This ain't one of them equal opportunity fucks where you get yours first and then I have to wonder if I'm going to get mine. The way this works, I get mine, and then if you're nice, maybe you'll get yours.”

Tanya rolled off me and burst out laughing so hard she forgot she had been on the edge of an orgasm, which was exactly my point. Plus, I really liked that she got my humor already. She was laughing so hard she could barely talk.

“Oh, I get it. You're fucking crazy!” She reached out and took hold of my dick, stroking me until I was rock hard and ready. Then she stopped. “How about nobody gets any and I take my ass home?”

“Huh? You ain't going nowhere.” I straddled her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, first the right one and then the left, until all she could do was smile up at me like I was her fucking Prince Charming. “I like you, you know that?”

“I like you too,” she whispered sweetly, her eyes holding my gaze.

“Damn, you're sexy.” I worked my way back down between her legs and made sure she was nice and wet before I climbed on top of her.

She moaned as my hard dick penetrated her and then I worked my way deeper inside. “Shit!” she cried out, causing me to pull back.

“You all right?” I checked.

“Yeah, it's good, but damn, you're big.” She giggled, clearly happy to discover how much I'd grown in size since her first glance at my dick.

“Yeah, well, I'm just getting past the part that ain't never been used.” I laughed at my own joke about her fucking men with tiny dicks, and, of course, she couldn't help but join me.

“Stop!” she said, laughing with me, until I went a little deeper inside of her and the look on her face turned serious—and pleased. “You're funny; I get it. I like it. It's why I'm here with you right now, but no more talking. You got something to say, let your dick do the talking. Just fuck me, please.”

She reached up and brought my face to meet hers, and we kissed, our tongues coming together hungrily. We held each other's gaze as our bodies melted together, and damn if she didn't lock her pussy lips around my dick, adding friction as I slid in and out.

“Ummmm!” I murmured, in the zone as the two of us went at it, enjoying the hell out of this new connection. I could only begin to imagine the sex we'd have in the future if it was this good the first time.

We were going at it buck wild, both of us hot and sweaty and enjoying the fuck out of fucking, and I swear I was on the countdown to cumming.

The sound of someone pounding at the door made me freeze mid-stroke.

“You hear that?” I glanced over at my clock radio. It was damn near 3 a.m. Who the fuck could be at the door at this hour?

“Yeah?” Despite being pinned underneath me, she tried to look out the window. Her demeanor completely changed. “You ain't got no woman, do you? Please tell me you ain't got no crazy woman. I like you, Willie, but I ain't gonna be no side chick.”

“Hell no, I ain't got no woman! You ain't got no man, do you?”

“No, I swear I'm single.”

“That's good, 'cause you got some good damn pussy, but it ain't worth fighting over.” I was dead serious, but for some reason she started to laugh.

“Well, for the record, good dick is hard to come by, so I might have fought for you.” This time it was me cracking up. It was good to finally meet a woman with a sense of humor. I was really starting to like Tanya.

“Dammit! Let me go see who the fuck this.” I hopped up and threw on my boxers.

As I walked out my first floor bedroom, I winked at Tanya, who was covering herself with my shirt. I wasn't sure who was at the door, but I was gonna get rid of their asses and get back to her quick.

When I got to the front door, Niles was coming down the stairs in his briefs.

“What's going on?” he asked.

“I don't know.” I shrugged then hollered through the door, “Who is it?” Nobody ever came to this door at this time of night, so I was really hoping like hell it wasn't something to do with my sister. I just wanted to get back to fucking the hell out of Tanya, and I was not happy about this interruption.

“Open the door! It's the police!” a masculine voice ordered.

“What the fuck are the police doing here?” I turned to Niles, who looked just as confused as I was. Turning back to the door, I pulled the shade to the side and saw six uniformed officers. I opened the door immediately, because these Suffolk County motherfuckers had no problem knocking it down, and I was not about to give them just cause.

The first officer through the door, a burly, bald-headed fucker came at me, gun in hand. “You Niles Monroe?” he demanded, raising his gun so it was pointing dead center in my chest. Man, I'd already had my fill of cops pointing guns at me that day. The other cops just stood in the doorway, scowling and blocking our exit.

“Hell, no. Not me. I'm not Niles,” I shot back, shaking my head. I glanced over at my nephew, standing two steps below Keisha, who was draped in his sheets, looking wild-eyed and scared.

“I'm Niles Monroe, Officer. What seems to be the problem?”

Niles had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when the cop with the gun in my face turned it on him. His fellow officers tackled my nephew.

“Niles, don't resist,” I pleaded as the cops pinned him to the ground and put him in handcuffs. This had to be some type of misunderstanding, but one wrong move and this could have turned into Ferguson, Missouri.

“What the hell is this all about?” Niles asked amidst the confusion.

“It's about murder,” a barrel-chested detective announced as he walked in the house. “Make sure you read him his rights, boys. We got this one dead to rights.”

“Murder?” I repeated, feeling like someone had punched me in the gut. I listened to them Mirandize my nephew, who was the closest thing I had to a little brother. Niles looked stunned, too, as they lifted him off the floor.

“I didn't kill anybody,” Niles protested as they jerked him around roughly.

“Tell it to the three guys in the morgue,” the detective answered.

I turned to Niles. “Don't say shit until you have a lawyer.” The last thing I wanted was for him to wind up another statistic.

“Can I get my shoes?” Niles motioned toward his Jordans that were parked next to the front door.

“I got 'em.” The detective picked them up as they perp-walked my nephew out of the house.

“Shit! What the fuck was that?” Tanya's voice reflected the shock and horror we all felt in that moment.

Keisha came over to me. “He didn't really kill anybody, did he?”

“I sure as hell hope not,” I answered, but truthfully, I didn't know.