Still thicker than water (23 page)

Chauncey smiled his killer smile that brought out his dimples.

“
Well, you wanna grab me one…or move your pretty ass to the side so I can get my own.”

Sasha was thrown. He didn’t try to make a move on her. She was almost positive, halfway prepared, for him to try to kiss her.
What the fuck?

“
Oh,” she stated simply. “Here.”

She handed him her water and bent back down to get another, this time poking her ass out even further. Chauncey walked away and leaned back on the counter, watching her, with a sly smirk.

Oh,
he laughed to himself, knowing Sasha like the back of his hand.

Sasha closed the refrigerator and walked over to the other side of the kitchen. She hopped up on the counter facing him, and opened her water, taking a long swig. She looked around at the huge steel designed area and realized how much she loved his home. It was almost three times the size of hers; it was like her dream house.

“
You did good. Your house if fly,” she complimented.

“
You like it?” He asked, taking a sip of his own.

“
I do,” she assured him. She put her water down next to her and released her hair from her ponytail holder, running her fingers slowly through her long tresses. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation, knowing that she was bringing Chauncey to his knees gradually.

This was a weakness of his, a turn on. This, and when she used her forefinger to pull her hair behind her ear subtly. It drove him crazy, she didn’t know why, but it just did. It was his
thing
.

Chauncey watched her closely, his mouth slightly agape. He could feel his lust building. He sighed and looked down, and Sasha fumed silently. She didn’t want to fuck Chauncey. Well, she did, but she knew that she couldn’t. But either way, she wanted him to want her. In fact she couldn’t even deal with him not
needing
to fuck her. She wondered if he was dealing with any females down in Atlanta yet.

“
So, I have a question,” she posed, hopping off the counter and walking over to his side.

“
Shoot,” he said coolly.

“
How is it? You know, not…being, uhm…intimate with anyone, for
years
?”

He raised his eyebrows, slightly shocked by her question. Sasha bringing up the topic of sex told him many things at once. He played with her.

“
What you mean?”

She sucked her teeth, and then she delicately licked her lips.

“
I mean…you know…sex. Does it like bring you to a whole new mental level, or something? Or is it like, not even that important anymore… when you go so long without it?”

She really wanted to know why he wasn’t pressing her. Chauncey chuckled and shrugged.

“
You tell me.”

This time it was Sasha’s turn to be shocked.

“
What you mean by that?” She shot back defensively.

“
You know exactly what I mean,” he boasted arrogantly and then smiled. Sasha squinted at him and crossed her arms. She hated how he could do that, read her like a book and then turn the tables.

“
How you figure?” Was all she could reply.

Chauncey leaned in close to her ear and whispered.

“
You’re good looking…you got a beautiful body, beautiful legs, beautiful face…all these guys in love with you…only you got a look in your eye like you haven’t been fucked in a year…”

He smiled and she laughed lightly at his impersonation of Scarface, reciting the infamous Tony Montana quote to her.

“
Whatever!” She giggled, and leaned over on the counter, using her finger to pull her hair behind her ear. She realized what she had done and looked back at Chauncey and bit her lip, as he stepped behind her with a sexy yet serious stare.

He pressed his dick firmly against her ass and she went to stand up. They were so close that if it weren’t for their jeans, they’d be fucking.

“
Stay like that,” he demanded in a sexy baritone, as he pressed down on her back and bent her gently back down onto the counter.

“
Chauncey, no,” she whined, trying, but not really trying to stand straight up and get away.

“
Ssh,” he whispered, pressing her down again. “Keep yo’ ass right there.”

Sasha gave up and closed her eyes, her face pressed against the cool counter and Chauncey slid his hands under her shirt and grinded seductively on her from behind.

His fingertips were slightly cold and foreign to her as he slowly moved up her back and sides, to her perky breasts. He cupped them with his strong hands and then gently pulled her bra down, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“
Oh,” she moaned quietly as her pussy quivered. He moved away from her breasts and lifted her shirt up little by little and then pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor. He delicately licked and kissed her back and Sasha breathed heavily, completely in ecstasy. She was at the point of no return but she didn’t care.

“
Ooh, Chauncey, I need you to fuck me…please, fuck me,” Sasha panted.

Chauncey unbuckled her pants from behind and peeled them down to her ankles as she stepped out of them. He ripped off her pink lace panties and bit her ass cheek gently and then sucked on each one of them.

Sasha rubbed her titties, completely turned on. She had never been this horny in her life.

She could feel him behind her standing back up, but she kept her eyes closed. She heard his jeans unbuckling and she anticipated his dick. Finally, she could feel the hardness, the largeness, pressed against her bare pussy from behind. Chauncey ran his dick from her ass to her wetness, lubricating her entire womanhood.

“
Stop teasing me boy,” she gasped sexily. “Put that shit in me.”

“
You want it,” he based, his veins poking out as his dick reached its full capacity.

“
I need it,” she confessed, arching her back and preparing for something she hadn’t felt in so long.

He grabbed her juicy ass cheeks and spread them wide, opening up her second lips and sliding into her pink prettiness, inch by inch.

“
Oh god, yes!” Sasha declared as she creamed instantly on his dick. Once he was almost all the way in, he slid the last five or so inches in at once, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure simultaneously.

“
Chauncey!”

He smirked and closed his eyes. She felt too damn good.

He sat there, mid motion for a second and then began to steadily stroke her, gripping her hips as Sasha held the counter for dear life.

“
Damn,” he grunted, realizing how much he missed fucking her.

“
Chauncey, this dick is so good. Oh, it’s so fucking gooddd,” she moaned, as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down onto the counter.

He began to move faster and faster, pounding her as her head danced around like a bobblehead.

“
Gimme that pussy,” he ordered as she threw it back at him.

“
Take it!” She shouted back, getting so into it. It had been too long since she had felt this.

She grabbed the dish rack on the counter, knocking over forks and knives, and cooking utensils everywhere. She was trying to grip something, anything.

Chauncey used his left hand to pick up the spatula that had fallen, and smacked her swiftly on the ass with it, still gripping her with his right hand and pumping in and out of her.

That was why she loved fucking him. He was so in control, and so spontaneous.

“
Oh yes! Do it again,” Sasha begged, loving it. He slapped her ass again with the spatula, causing Sasha to cream all over him again. He felt her body shake as she came and he felt his nut building up.

“
Oh! Again!” She yelled, in the midst of her orgasm.

He slapped her again and then threw the spatula down, strongly grabbing her titties with both hands and going deep inside of her. She felt his dick twitch and it gave her a rapturous feeling.

Chauncey bit his bottom lip and his body tensed.

“
Oh…Sasha…,” he groaned, releasing deep inside of her.

“
Chauncey, I love you,” she cried out.

“
I love you too, girl,” he replied, and then he covered her back with loving kisses.

Interlude

The black hoodie concealed their face, as swift movements guided them across the street, and back into the car.

Once comfortably nestled inside, and sure to be undetected, they anxiously proceeded to play back the video they had just recorded, not believing how juicy it was.

“
Oh, Sasha.”

An instant feeling of nausea developed as they watched Sasha and Chauncey go at it in his kitchen on the camcorder.

The shadow fast forwarded through all of the details, unable to stomach them. There was one part that was crucial, the most evident.
Here it is.

“
Chauncey, I love you,” Sasha cried out on the tape, a look of bliss on her wicked, yet gorgeous face.

“
I love you too, girl,” Chauncey had answered, sounding like he had really meant it.

The culprit stopped the tape and started up the small hooptie, slowly driving off.

Gotcha bitch!

Chapter 15 - Malice

“
You know, I can’t believe you asked me to come here…I haven’t seen you in so long. And I’ve never seen you like this.”

Father lay back on the black silk sheets of Jayde’s king sized bed as she placed soft, wet kisses, all over his oversized, blubbery stomach. She wore a sheer black thong and sheer black bra with black six inch stilettos. And Father was in total awe of her.

“
Well, like I said at dinner…we have to work together now. Outsiders are thinking that they can come into my…our city,” she corrected. “That’s no good.”

She sat up on her knees over him and slowly unlatched her bra, as his bug eyes were glued to her always forbidden, now suddenly within his reach, perfect C-cup breasts. Jayde reveled at her control over him. Getting him there, with no bodyguards was almost too easy. He actually had believed her sob story of being terrified of Chauncey’s possible competition and war. Now, he was at her mercy.

“
Now what do I have to do, to get you to join forces with me?” She probed.

Father studied her as if he were in an anatomy class and rubbed his chin as if in deliberation, knowing that he was delighted to have Jayde on his team. He was secretly not so confident in the potential conflict with Chauncey, and was glad to have an ally.

“
I don’t know,” he mused. “Why don’t you show me what you can do?”

He licked his lips greedily; he wanted to lick every inch of her. He was nasty like that.

“
Better yet,” he said excitedly. “Why don’t you come and have a seat up here, and I’ll show you what I can do... I’m giving moustache rides, baby.”

Jayde had to force herself not to frown. She loved getting head, but doubted she would enjoy getting it from her arch nemesis. She would see though.

She made her way up and turned around to sit on his fat face, her ass pressed against his nose.

I wish I could smother this mothafucka with my pussy,
she thought as she felt his slimy tongue probe her sugar walls.

She daydreamed about all of the money she would soon be making as he licked and sucked her, and she was surprisingly delighted when a sensual feeling shot through her like a bolt of electricity.

“
Ooh,” she quivered.
Damn, I must really love head, ‘cause this shit is starting to feel good.

“
Mmm, mmm, mmm…thith ith tho good,” Father tried to mumble through Jayde pressing against his mouth. She chuckled.

“
Ssh baby, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jayde leaned over and jerked his small penis as she lifted off of him and turned to face him. She didn’t want an orgasm to throw her off.
Kinda like a fighter, no sex before the big brawl.