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CHAPTER 38
 
S
uge’s crib looked just like him. Big, flamboyant, and a whole lotta fun. That fool had a whole cow head posted up on the wall, with beady eyes and horns and everything, and a big-ass stuffed alligator was chillaxin on the floor in front of his fireplace.
“
What the
—Is that shit real?” I nudged it with my toe.
“Hell yeah,” he laughed. “Watch yourself though. You better hope don’t nothing bite your fine ass up in here.”
Suge was a Dominion so he knew how to live large. Everything in his living room was high-tech, and I spotted all kinds of expensive, quality shit. He went over to a bar that was surrounded by crazy lights and poured us some wine.
“Nah,” I said. I got up from the sofa and switched my round ass over to him. “Pass the yak, big boy. Mizz Mink knows how to pour her own troubles.”
I fixed me a triple shot of Rémy on the rocks and gulped it as I walked over to a huge floor-to-ceiling glass door. I could see some real nice patio furniture, a tennis court, and a huge swimming pool that was lit up with swirling lights in all different colors.
We sat on his sofa and smoked a little weed, and I leaned over and kissed his cheeks, then his ears and his neck. I loosened three buttons on his shirt, then took his ebony nipple in my mouth and tugged on it with my teeth.
“Let’s go upstairs so I can treat you right,” he said and pulled me to my feet.
Suge had one of them glass staircases with no floor underneath it and no banisters, and my woozy ass felt like I was floating on air as he led me upstairs to his bedroom so we could really get loose.
“I didn’t come here for no nonsense.” I shook my finger at him when we walked inside his darkened room. “And I ain’t drunk, neither, so don’t think you gonna push up on me, okay?”
He scooped my ass up and tossed me into the middle of his extra-long king-sized bed, and I bounced like a kid and cracked the hell up with my legs all up in the air.
“You ain’t gotta do nothing you don’t wanna do.” He lit a couple of candles and pushed a button, and some soft R & B came out of some hidden speakers.
I scooted up against his huge cherry headboard, and he kicked his boots off and sat down next to me with his feet stretched out on the bed.
He leaned his head back and I got closer to him and kissed down toward his stomach and rubbed my face all in his lap. I undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and licked his tight belly, swiping my tongue up and down the jet-black tufts of hair that snaked down into his pants.
My fingers were skillful as I unbuckled his belt. I was inching his zipper down when he grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him and saw all that lust in his eyes. He was getting weak for me, and I knew he wanted to slide his dick straight down my throat.
“You know what you doing, Lil Mama LaRue?” he checked me.
Shiiit
, I thought wickedly. I could show this nigga better than I could convince him.
He unbuttoned his pants and I stuck my tongue in his navel. I licked around the edges, then slipped lower until my lips touched the top edge of his pubic hair. He pulled the elastic of his boxers down low and freed his dick. I almost hollered as that thick Texas rattlesnake jumped out at me and stared at me from its one eye. It was so long and pretty that the only disappointment I had was that I hadn’t got me none of it sooner.
I held it in my hands and it throbbed and gave off mad heat. I stroked it gently for a couple of seconds, then I attacked that thing like I was a mongoose and snake killing was my business.
I swooped my mouth down on it and wet it all up at once. I soaked that baby and marinated it with the hot juices in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down with real long strokes.
Suge moaned as I throated that good wood. I took him down inch by inch, relaxing my neck pussy and wetting that thing up like I had a sprinkler system in the roof of my mouth.
I put down a damn-near flawless dick-lick game, and Suge cupped my ears and pounded up into my face as his thighs shook and he made all kinds of crazy fuck sounds and then smashed my head down deep in his lap and came real hard.
His hot cum hit way in the back of my throat, and I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed until his dick got a little softer and he pulled himself from my mouth.
“That shit was good, baby,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Damn, girl. Your lips. Your throat. The way you vibrated that tongue ... it’s your turn now baby.”
Suge undressed me stitch by stitch. He wouldn’t even let me help him. He admired my body the whole time he was taking my clothes off, and he growled a bunch of sexy compliments that blew my mind.
When he had me completely naked he just looked at me for a little while. My breasts, my stomach, my hips and thighs. His eyes roamed over me with appreciation and desire, and I loved the way that look made me feel.
He pressed his lips deep down on mine, and instead of that frantic tongue fight we’d had the last time we kissed, he took his time and moved a lot slower now. His fingertips rubbed my cheeks as he got to know my mouth in a real tender fashion, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck like he was my lover for real.
He left my lips and kissed my throat, my collar-bone, and under my left armpit. Then he held my juicy titty in his hand and sucked it deeply into his mouth, moving real slow on me and creating a sensuous thrill that made me arch my back and cry out softly.
Suge sucked my titties like they were beautiful objects of art. He handled them gently and stroked them like he had never before held anything so precious in his big, rough hands.
He slid his fingers down my stomach and ran them through my pussy hairs. I spread my legs as juice leaked from my slit and dripped onto his bedspread. I reached down and massaged myself, then held my fingers up for him to lick one by one.
“I been wanting to taste you,” he said swirling his tongue around on my middle finger. “So fuckin’
bad.
”
He grabbed my hips and pressed his nose into my pussy. He turned his head left and right and rubbed his face all in my stuff. His fingers dug into my booty cheeks as he lifted me toward his mouth, and when he finally put it on me, that man put it on me
just right.
He almost swallowed my whole pussy with one gulp. He stretched his mouth open wide, then brought his lips together gently, licking and sucking everything that was between them.
He pressed down on the spot right above my mound, then stuck his tongue deep inside me and ate me gently, darting his tongue all around down there with long, slow licks.
I reached up and grabbed the headboard, then wrapped my legs around his head and squeezed until I came. I rode his face as sparks of fire shot outta my center, and he hung with me the whole way.
Suge stood up and got all the way naked just like me. He put on a condom, then pulled the sheets back and got in the bed. He pulled me over until I was laying on top of him. Our groins were pressed together and my titties was smushed against his broad chest.
He drew my knees up until I was straddling him, and using his strong arms, he lifted me by the hips and until my snatch was hovering over his erection.
I reached between us and guided him into me. I wanted to scream as all that thickness slid up in me, and as soon as my body expanded I got to bumping up and down on that dick.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Suge whispered, running his hands up from my hips to my armpits and thumbing my nipples. He fucked me with deep, thorough strokes. “So fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.”
I rode him hard, thrusting my hips back and forth and bouncing up and down. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward until I was laying flat on top of him. He ran his hands up to my neck, then slid them down my back and gripped my whole ass in his palms.
Outta nowhere that nigga smacked me. Right on my left cheek. My ass jiggled and burned under his big hand, and I almost lost my nut right then and there.
“Ugh,” he grunted and slapped me again. I moaned and squeezed his dick between my thighs and crushed my clit against his pole. He went for my left cheek the third time, and as he brought his hand down flat on my ass, he thrust his dick deep inside me and pushed his finger into the rim of my asshole.
I screamed and tightened my booty cheeks, and as his dick jerked inside of me, that was all she wrote. He fucked me hard in both my holes, and we exploded together as my sweet cream overflowed from my inner walls like burning hot lava.
We laid there hugging each other close and breathing hard. After a couple of minutes I rose up on my hands and looked at him with a big grin on my face.
“Ummm ... I got a question,” I said stupidly.
He laughed. “I got an answer.”
“Okay. Tell me this. After all that nasty shit we just did, do I still have to call you ‘Uncle’ Suge?”
He laughed and cupped my sweaty ass and squeezed it tight.
“You can call me any damn thing you wanna call me, baby.” He lifted his head and kissed my lips. “Just as long as you call me.”
CHAPTER 39
 
C
arla Hildegrand gave up that wet neck and marveled at the size of her fiancé’s dick. It was true what they said about once you go black you never went back. Barron had the biggest, blackest, and sweetest dick she had ever tasted, and she couldn’t imagine putting anything weak and pale into her mouth ever again.
She crouched down on the floor and dropped her lower jaw as he slid himself deeply into her mouth and thrust with long, swirling strokes. Carla vibrated her tonsils and massaged the base of his pole with her tongue, flattening it out and sweeping it sensually from side to side.
Small moans began to escape his throat, and knowing how much she pleased him turned her on even more. Carla rotated her body until her nose was pressed firmly against Barron’s balls. The tiny hairs on his nut sack tickled her nostrils and almost made her sneeze.
She retracted herself and brought her lips up over his helmet-shaped crown, then licked his glistening shaft like it was a Popsicle. Chocolate was her favorite flavor, and she loved the way his pre-cum tasted sweet and salty and slippery on her tongue all at the same time.
Swirling back around again, Carla bobbed her head and slurped and sucked both of them into a hot frenzy. Giving Barron head was something she lived for, and he had once told her she should put dick-sucking down on her résumé because she had the best neck pussy in the entire state of Texas. She flip-flopped her tongue over the head of his dick in a series of figure eights. This part usually drove him wild, and he would grab handfuls of her hair and pound that hard dick into her mouth until the back of her throat caught fire.
But this time Barron didn’t grab her hair. In fact, when she opened one eye and peered up at him, his arms were crossed in front of his chest, his face was turned away from her, and his eyes were squeezed shut real tight.
Carla never slowed her pace, but she was puzzled. She could tell Barron was highly turned on by what she was doing, but he seemed so far away, and there was a strange look of reluctance on his face. Carla doubled her efforts and Barron’s body responded. His muscular thighs trembled and his stiff dick got longer and even harder.
“Yeah, suck this shit baby,” he muttered and gyrated his hips to her powerful rhythm. Carla peeked at him again. He wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t touching her. He wasn’t even into her. The lower half of his body was still perched on the chair, but his upper half was turned as far away from her as he could get. And the words coming out of his mouth ... he had never spoken this kind of ghetto fuck-talk to her before.
“Lick my fuckin’ balls ... slurp this dick. Yeah ... wet it up, bitch. Keep it nice and juicy. Lemme get this nut. I’m ’bout to blow. Ooooh, yeah. Just like that, don’t stunt. Stroke it. Tighten them lips. Squeeze my big black balls! Ohhhh,
SHIT
! Suck my nut! Swallow this fuckin’ cum!”
He palmed her head and jammed her face down into his groin. She felt like she was suffocating but he held her there as he pumped three quick, hard thrusts and then erupted so deeply in her throat that she didn’t even taste his seed as it slid down her throat.
Immediately he dropped his hands and let his head loll over onto his shoulder. There was none of the usual stroking or soft words of love that came from his lips. The only thing Carla heard was the sound of his breathing and the nagging realizations that had suddenly jumped into her head.
She was still on her knees as Barron pulled his slightly hard penis from her mouth. He swung his leg over her head and stood up. His naked body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and every muscle on his body looked coiled and perfectly formed.
“Barron,” she called after him as he walked toward the bathroom.
“Hold up. I gotta take a piss.”
Carla waited on her knees and listened as he urinated, flushed the toilet, and then turned on the shower. She was still right there waiting ten minutes later when he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“I see the way you’ve been looking at her,” Carla said softly. All kinds of thoughts had run through her mind while he was in the bathroom. She hated that these thoughts were in her head, but he was the one who had put them there. “I hear you calling out her name in your sleep.”
Barron walked over to the dresser and picked up his deodorant. Raising his arms, he rubbed the canister into his pits before turning around.
“You still on that one? How many times do I have to explain the way we do things in our family?”
“Save it, Barron. There’s no excuse for that kind of behavior in any family. None. You look at her the way a man is supposed to look at a woman! Like she’s so fuckably delicious that she makes your mouth water! But with me ... with me you can’t even bear to open your eyes when I’m between your legs sucking your dick!”
“It’s just a black thing, Carla. A black thing! I was black on the day you met me, and I’m going to be black on the day I die. Black families are just close like that. Especially ours. You know how my mother is. She loves my uncle Digger, so of course we all love Pilar. Yeah, we’re close, but she’s my cousin, Carla. My
cousin.
And I’m getting tired of having to explain that to you all the damn time! There is nothing going on between me and my cousin!
Nothing
!”
Carla met his steady gaze with a steely one of her own.
“Oh, I believe you,” she said softly. “But I’m not talking about your cousin, Pilar, Barron. I’m talking about your sister. Mink.”

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