The Pussy Trap (16 page)

“You have to create an illusion to make him drop his guard and at that moment you take that muthafucka’s life.” He began to stroke faster.

“Yeeeeesss.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, KoKo. I need you, baby. I need you.”

KoKo felt another powerful orgasm coming on as her muscles strangled his dick. He gripped her hips and dug deep.

“Damn girl, this pussy is dangerous,” Kayson moaned in pleasure enjoying how good her tight, wet pussy felt. KoKo took one of his hands and placed it on her breast and the other, she guided to her clit. She kept her hand on top of his as he began to circle slowly. Using her other hand, she placed it on the back of his head, turning her head to the side so she could see his eyes. “Do it again,” she whispered.

Kayson was more than happy to hook a sista up again. He was taking her there while KoKo sucked and bit on his neck right under his chin. He moaned out in pleasure.

She realized that she had found one of Kayson’s sweet spots, so she kept on nibbling and sucking while he was pumping up in her with intense speed and giving her clit a fit. They both started to cum. Kayson was taken off guard by KoKo’s last move. He was usually in charge, but she was learning quickly what felt good to him. Because of how good she was making him feel, he came hard and long in what felt like buckets, and then held her tight. Her juices ran down onto him. He held his hand on her pussy as she tongued him deeply.

“I love the boss’s electric chair,” KoKo purred.

“Is that right?” Kayson said in a satisfied voice.

“Yup, and I found out that The Boss likes to be bitten, too,” KoKo said with pride, glad that she was able to make him cum with her just as hard.

“Keep fucking me like this, and I might have to give you a bonus.”

“I hope your tongue is involved in that bonus,” KoKo shot back.

Kayson laughed. He could see he was getting in touch with KoKo’s freaky side, which is what he needed to make her the undetected killer he needed her to be. Barely able to walk, they headed to the shower, and then later passed out.

Chapter 14

Aldeen, Wise, and Baseem were to meet Kayson at one of their spots to go over a few plans to get ready for the upcoming mission. They sat engaged in a deep conversation about what happened at the club last night.

“That bitch was on your dick hard last night, Baseem,” Wise said, clearly trying to find out what happened between them.

“Hell yeah, I was going to try and duck her out because Charmaine was there. But she wasn’t trying to leave a nigga side.”

“What happened?” Aldeen cut in.

“Man, she got to the house and before I could get the door closed she was on her knees pulling my dick out. She sucked my dick, balls, and licked my ass. I was fucked up after that.”

“Damn, nigga you a lucky muthafucka,” Wise said, leaning over to give Baseem some dap as they cracked up.

Kayson walked in and a silence fell across the room. They could tell he was all about the business. He walked over to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of mineral water, and sat down. He never drank while discussing business so he could keep a cool head. He didn’t want to miss shit.

Kayson sat back in his large leather armchair and stared at the wall behind them for a few seconds, which was his practice. He always made them feel like he was trying to read their minds. Kayson broke the silence. “Report.” Everyone knew their order and spoke on their turn. Aldeen was always first.

“I checked on my Intel and everything is on point. I got a bitch dealing with each one of his top niggas’ that is in charge of the stash spots.”

Kayson nodded. Then Wise went.

“The death angels are ready; I got them muthafucka’s on a pussy strike just up in the spot simmering waiting to eat these niggas up.” Kayson gave him the same nod. Baseem spoke.

“I got all the equipment and ammo. And I have been training those niggas on it every day. We ain’t going to have no problems.”

Kayson was pleased with what he heard. He again got quiet. If possible, you could see the wheels turning in his head.

Aldeen broke the silence. “How is Koko doing? Will she be ready?”

Kayson gave him a look that said nigga, you know not to question my technique. Everybody was quiet as hell except Aldeen; he knew he could ask him whatever he wanted. They were like brothers and would give their life for each other. Kayson looked at him and said with a serious face, “I have got a girl whose pussy is so good if you threw it up in the air it would turn into sunshine.” Sounding like Della Reese in Harlem Nights. They all busted out laughing, everyone except Kayson, who gave just a half-smile.

“Nah. On the real, she’ll be ready in a few more weeks. I got her out with Benita getting wardrobe and shit tight. I’m hosting our party on Friday after next. We will send her after that nigga Saturday at his usual spot. When KoKo gets a hold of this nigga, he’s not going to have any choice but to lay down and surrender.

Terrance left his Oakland, California home and headed to the block; it was overdue. While driving and listening to Biggie, he reached in his ashtray and lit a blunt. Inhaling and blowing out smoke to the beat, he figured he’d better stop and get something to eat at the local burger joint. Grooving and bopping his head, he knew once he got out there, he wouldn’t be able to get away. As he pulled in the entrance, he caught something else looking tasty on his right side. He quickly parked his truck, jumped out, and headed in her direction.

When he got close enough, he said, “Hey Shorty.”

She turned to look at him and Terrance was thrown back because she reminded him of his mother—beautiful in every sense of the word. Dark brown with light-brown eyes and a perfect smile. Tall and slender with big ass titties and a small waist with a bump in the back that made a nigga want to hit it from the back for days.

“Shorty? Is that how you address a woman?” She turned back around, bringing her attention back to the person behind the counter. “Let me have a grilled chicken salad and a milk shake.”

Terrance loved that attitude. “Oh my bad. I didn’t realize that a woman was present. You look like a little girl,” he said and then flashed that sexy smile.

Star looked at him. Damn, he is fine as hell. But she wasn’t going to let him off that easy. “Yes. I am a woman. A real woman. So when you get your grown man on, then try again.” Again, she turned away.

Being the player that he was, he recognized the fake tough role then called her bluff. When he saw her food coming, he put a hundred dollar bill on the counter and said, “It’s on me. Give little mama the change.” He turned and walked away.

She didn’t know what to think then. Damn, I was going to give the cocky brother a chance. No he didn’t just throw a yard at me and walk away. She smiled; she had never been approached like that before. Getting her food and her shake, as well as the change she walked out. When she got outside, she saw him standing there smiling.

“Was that grown enough?” he said as she approached him.

Star just wanted to keep on going, but it was something about his smile. “Well, thank you, kind sir. But a sista got her own money.” She put her hand out to give him the change.

“Well, my mom taught me to be a gentleman.” He closed her hand with his and put it down.

“Oh, so you're a mama’s boy?”

“Used to be. My mother got killed when I was five, but she gave me the best of her before she left me.” Immediately, she felt bad about what she said. It also made her no longer reflect on having a mother. “I am sorry to hear that. My mother passed from cancer when I was small as well, so I can relate. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“It’s all good, ma. Life deals the cards; all we can do is play our hand.”

She now felt a connection with this sexy stranger that had just fell onto her path. She wanted to know more about him. They stood at his truck talking for about twenty minutes. They found they had a lot in common. She looked at her watch and said, “Oh my god, I am going to be late for school.”

“Can a brother call you sometimes?”

“Sure, I need to see what else is behind that hard exterior.” She took his cell and put her number in it then started to walk away.

“I never got your name,” Terrance yelled out. She turned and said, “Star.” He was thinking, You sure are.

“I’m Terrance. I'ma hit you later.”

She gave him that smile. They both got into their cars and drove off. Terrance, for the first time was smitten. He was used to running into hood rats that wanted the money and the dick, but he could tell that this one was different. And he was going to find out just how different she was. When Terrance got to the block, he wasn’t focused on nothing but his money.

It was eleven in the morning. Kayson and KoKo were just waking up. She lay in his arms peaceful and angelic. “I've had you all up in this bed giving you all this good loving and I don't even know your real name or where you live for that matter,” he said, wanting to see if she would reveal a little of her hand to him.

KoKo looked up at him then got quiet. She took a deep breath. “My name is Ce'Asia, nosy, and I live here, remember? Mr. I need you here to train you,” she said, giving him a pretty smile.

“I like Ce'Asia. That's pretty as hell. Why do you call yourself KoKo? Oh yeah, I live here. You spend the night all the time. It’s a difference. Where do you keep your shit?”

“Well, first of all, I keep my guns in a small apartment on Park Avenue. If you must know. And if I get an uninvited guest I know where the leak came from. As for my name, my dad gave me that name. My grandmother told me that I was chocolate and had a little patch of hair on top of my head that my mom would put powder on to keep me cool because I was always hot. So he started to call me his little cup of KoKo and it stuck.”

KoKo got quiet and slid into the little shell she went into whenever she had to talk about her parents.

“If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your father?” Kayson asked. She remained quiet, wondering if she should reveal her whole hand to Kayson. Then she thought she had the upper hand with all the shit she had on him so she decided to tell him.

“Did you have sisters and brothers?”

“I don’t know.”

“Were you and your dad close?”

“I don’t remember him. All I know is that my dad's name is Malik. He was killed by some greasy ass nigga, who until the day I die is a marked man. This heartless fucka took my mom and my dad, and when I find his ass, he will spend the time from introduction to death in agonizing pain.”

Kayson was thrown off. He hadn't expected her to reveal all that, but he was glad she did. He had done his research and her story checked out. Plus, he was falling for her and wanted her to trust him and be able to trust her. “Well, don't worry, baby, because now that nigga got two killahs on his ass, and if I find him first, he will pray that you found him instead of me.” Then he leaned over, kissed her forehead, and held her tight. His thoughts reflected to this guy he knew named Malik and wondered if it was the same one. But damn what would be the odds of him ending up lying next to his daughter. He needed to go see his mother and he was taking her with him.

“I want you to go somewhere with me today.”

“Okay. Where?”

“I want you to meet my mom.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, she cool as hell and I need to know if you up to par. I would hate to have to get rid of all this good lovin’.”

“Shut up. You know good and well no bitch you ever been with take dick as good as I do. I see your toes all curled up when a bitch is doing her thang.”

Kayson started cracking up. “Oh, you got jokes. I don't know how you can see all that with your eyes closed, yelling ‘Kayson stop’.”

“Oh, that's the game. Remember you said paint the illusion?” Then she got off the bed. Kayson laughed again as he watched her walk naked to the bathroom. He made a mental note to make her take that back. When KoKo got to the bathroom door, she turned and said, “Come make me arch my back.” Kayson's dick hardened.