Torn (43 page)

He didn't pressure her for sex. He'd let the moment come naturally, like all men should. He didn't ask for money or a place to stay. Mo wanted so bad to give in, but she couldn't. At least not yet. Some more time needed to pass before she was completely sure that his feelings for her were real.

Finished putting lotion on, Mo ran a comb through her silky black hair. Delicious had flat-ironed it to the back. After that, she put on a black short sleeved trench coat that hit mid-thigh and headed downstairs. Grabbing her oversized black Chanel glasses and keys, she hurried out the door.

She was late. It was going on one o'clock. Boss had already called her twice to see where she was. A few minutes later, she was at the club. As usual, it was packed with chicken heads and around the way thugs. Mo, being the fly chick she was, stood out like a nervous criminal in a line up.

Once her name was verified on the VIP list, she made her way up the long spiral staircase leading upstairs to her boo.

The VIP area was filled to the brim with people. Mo couldn't spot Boss anywhere. As she searched for him she noticed Grizz leaning up against the wall talking to some chick.

Figuring he would know where Boss was, she made her way over to him.

"What's up, Grizz?" she spoke, giving him a friendly hug.

"What's good, Mo?" He hugged her back.

"You seen Boss?"

"Yeah, he in the back playin' pool."

"Thanks."

With anticipation in her eyes, Mo entered the pool room.

Clouds of weed smoke hovered in the air. Bottles of Patron and Moet were everywhere. About eight different dudes were in the room with either a cue stick or a drink in their hand.

Some of them were playing pool while the others stood around talking shit, awaiting their turn. But none of them could concentrate on what they were doing anymore. All eyes were on Mo. She looked even sexier than Angelina Jolie did in the movie "
Mr. & Mrs. Smith
." Her undeniable sex appeal commanded the attention of every man in the room. She was fashionably dressed in shades, diamond stud earrings, a trench coat and six inch black patent leather heels. Not paying any of them any attention, Mo continued to search the room for Boss. But she still didn't see him. For a minute she wondered if had he gone into another room, until she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and spin her around.

"What took you so long?" he spoke deeply with a shot of Belvedere in his hand. Boss didn't even give her a chance to speak before his lips invaded hers. Pressing up against her, he made sure she felt his hard-on. Mo could feel it alright. She could also feel a slight trickle of her warm juices flow down her inner thigh.

"I had to make sure I looked good for my baby." She shivered as he sensually licked and sucked her neck.

"I'm high than muthafucka, ma."

"I see," she responded as his brown eyes lazily gazed over her face. His warm breath was tickling her nose. Mo could feel the heat coming from off of his body radiate onto hers.

"You know I've been missin' you like crazy," he stressed, gripping her ass as they swayed from side to side.

"Is that right?"

"You feel how hard my dick is ... and what's this you got on?" He played with the lapel on her coat.

"Just a little something something I put together for you."

"Oh, word? For me?" Boss threw his head back, astonished.

"Yeah, you."

"Well show me what you got, lil' mama."

"You sure you want it right now 'cause it might be more than you can handle."

"I ain't even worried about it. It ain't nothing you can throw out that I can't handle."

"Ok ... don't say I didn't warn you." Past intrigued, Boss used his index finger and loosened the tie in the belt of her coat. When the sides of her coat flew open, his eyes grew wide in astonishment. The only thing Mo wore underneath were black rhinestone pasties surrounding her nipples and a black g-string. Hoping that none of his boys had seen her body, Boss quickly closed her coat back up and tied it tight. He hoped that none of his boys had seen her frame.

"You wild than a muthafucka, ma." He grinned.

"You like it?" Mo cocked her head to the side and coyly smiled.

"Hell yeah I like it. This what I'm talkin' about." He pulled her even closer.

"You know I'm gettin' ready to fuck the shit out you, right?" She flicked her tongue across his earlobe.

"Right here? Right now?"

"Yeah." Mo smiled a devilish grin then whispered, "I want you to feel my clit rise and fall in your mouth."

"Ay ... y'all, give me a minute. Me and my girl need to talk," Boss asked, never taking his eyes off Mo.

A couple of fellas had a problem with leaving because they were in the middle of a game, but Boss didn't give a damn.

He'd paid for the room so he could do with it as he pleased.

Whoever had a problem with that could kiss ass. Besides, his dick was brick hard and Mo was giving him a look that said she wanted nothing more than for him to put it on her in the worst way. He couldn't possibly deny her that.

Once the room was clear, Boss, with his drink still in his hand, closed and locked the door behind them. Mo's body was completely covered by the trench coat. The only thing he could see on her was her face and the pair of black patent leather pumps. Turned on to the fullest, he took Mo into his arms and locked lips with her. She felt so good in his arms.

Her body was warm and trembled with each touch of his hand.

Caught up in the moment and how freaky they were behaving, Mo pulled away from his embrace, untied her coat and let it fall into a heap on the floor.

The long trail of flowers that were tattooed onto her back were illuminated under the florescent lights as she made her way into the adjoining room with couches and a fire place.

Mo's body was flawless. Her butt sat up just right and on top of that, it was round and fat. There wasn't a lump, stretch mark or sign of cellulite anywhere on her body. Boss couldn't do anything but stand back and admire the way her hips swayed as she walked. He didn't know what she was up to, but he was enjoying every minute of it.

"Have a seat," she instructed.

Intrigued by her request, Boss quickly obliged and did as he was asked. Mo's smooth, satin-like cinnamon-colored body moved like a lioness on a hunt as she slowly strutted toward him. With a cat-like look in her eyes, she bit down into her bottom lip and made her way over to her prey. The only thing keeping her from Boss was space and opportunity.

Mo felt like a bad girl as she ran her hand through her straight hair and across her face. With her index finger in between her teeth, she teasingly twirled it inside her mouth.

Boss sipped on his drink and watched in sheer agony. The sight before him was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He loved seeing Mo fondle and caress her body, but the show she was putting on only made his dick harder by the second. To him, teasing was only prolonging the situation.

Cupping her breasts, Mo pinched and pulled her nipples.

Instantly they sprouted like rosebuds. High in a daze, Boss watched as she did a personal frisk of her own body parts.

Burning with desire, his eyes zoomed in on her berry-colored nipples.

They were hard, ripe and dying to be licked. Mo was being a very naughty girl and Boss wanted nothing more than to be the one to teach her a lesson. He couldn't wait to take all of his problems and frustrations out on her. Standing in front him, Mo gazed into his glossed-over eyes. The six foot, one hundred and seventy pound thug sitting before her was the most gorgeous man on earth. His strong jaw and deep dimples turned her on every time. Boss didn't have to say or do anything to get her juices flowing. His presence alone made her hot.

Ready to put his thing down, he finished off the rest of his drink, grabbed Mo by the butt and pulled her down onto his lap. She looked so guilty. He couldn't wait to sentence her to a lifetime of sexual pleasure. Mo's pussy was directly in unison with the crotch of his pants. She could feel his dick poking her. It was so hard and big.

"Take him out," he demanded.

Mo felt like a naughty sex slave as she stood up, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. Her big brown eyes lit up at the sight of it. In a zombie-like daze, her mouth became watery. Boss had the prettiest dick she had ever seen. It was hard, caramel and fat. The tip looked like a freshly picked mushroom and long veins stretched throughout the side.

"What you plan on doing with that?" He stroked her cheek.

"I'm gonna suck it," Mo replied like a little girl as she got down on her knees and kissed the tip.

Unlike Quan, Boss didn't have to ask Mo to suck it. She wanted to. She positioned her mouth before his dangling dick and took him into her wanting mouth. The first taste was sinful. With each lick he grew bigger and bigger. Mo taunted him by slurping on the head of his dick while gazing up into his fiery eyes. Ecstasy was written all over his face.

"That's it, baby. Just like that," Boss groaned, running his fingers through her hair. The heat and spit from Mo's mouth caused his dick to throb with each slurp.

Fully aroused, she continued to snake her head up and down his engorged penis. Grasping his dick, she hungrily alternated between sucking slow and fast until Boss was about to explode. Excited by her own behavior, Mo trailed her tongue down his dick and massaged his balls with her tongue.

With a handful of her hair, Boss yanked Mo's head back and sloppily kissed her lips. The music from downstairs vibrated the entire room. Excited, Boss quickly took off his clothes and shoes. Naked, he took his penis and ran it up and down the center of Mo's chest. Pushing her full breasts together, Mo looked up into his eyes and watched as he enjoyed titty fucking her. She could feel his cum soak into her skin. Boss gingerly began to rotate the wet tip of his penis around each of Mo's nipples.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "You like that, baby?"

"Hell yeah," he replied, pushing her down.

He ripped off her g-string forcefully, leaving her in nothing but her heels. Boss was done with playing. While Mo toyed with her nipples, he proceeded to stroke her clit with his thumb.

"Ohhhh God! Ahhhh, baby," she panted.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yeeeeees," she whined.

"How many fingers you want inside? One or two?"

"Two."

Upon request, Boss dipped two of his fingers inside her warm, slippery slit. Mo was wet than a muthafucka. He couldn't wait to dive up in it. At first he played nice by slipping his fingers in and out of her slowly, but the more Mo gasped and moaned, the rougher he became. Applying pressure to her clit, Boss pounded his fingers in and out while she screamed, squirmed and groaned. In a matter of seconds he'd brought Mo to her first orgasm.

As she got it together and her orgasm subsided, Boss pulled the bottom half of her body to the edge of the couch.

Bending down, he pushed her knees up to her chest, parted her lips and planted his tongue deep inside her vagina. Mo was completely shaven and smelled of sweet shea butter.

"Ooooh, I'm so wet! Baby, what you doing to me?" she cried as he French kissed her drenched pussy lips.

Boss ignored her and zoned in on her clit. It was so pink and pretty. Eagerly he flicked his tongue across her clit, occasionally alternating between biting and sucking. Mo's thighs began to shake as she came again. All of her sweet cum landed in his mouth. Boss happily used his tongue and lapped up her juices. He savored each and every drop that fell from her sweet nectar as he tugged and pulled on her clit.

"Baby fuck me! Pleeeeease, please, please, please," she begged.

"You think you're ready?" he questioned, stroking his erect dick while holding her hands over her head.

"YES! I want it now!"

"You sure?"

"Yesssss! I can't take it no more! Put it inside me now!" she demanded.

"Nah, I don't think you're ready," he replied, repeatedly inserting the tip of his dick deep inside her creamy tunnel and then quickly pulling it back out. "I don't think you fully appreciate this dick."

"Boss, please! I do! I do! I do," she whined, feeling criminally insane. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to put your dick inside me and take it how you want it!"

"Are you sure?" he questioned, teasingly sliding his mam-moth dick up and down the slit of her pussy lips.

"YES! I'M SURE! I'M SURE!"

While Mo continued to beg, Boss gave her what she wanted and buried his dick ball-deep inside her vaginal walls. She felt warm just like he knew she would.

"AHHHHHHH," Mo screamed, still caught off guard by the size and length.

She didn't even care if people outside the room heard her or not. Boss' entire penis filled her up. She had no room to breathe. With each stroke she whimpered and moaned. Her world instantly became a spinning realm of pleasure, pressure and pain. Her arms were still outstretched over her head as he pounded in and out, thrusting his hips from side to side.

"You like it when I hit it hard?" he whispered, looking her dead in the eye as he roughly grinded in and out.