'Til Death (2 page)

I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. At first she was trying to resist, but she finally gave in as usual. Ciara opened her mouth for me and I slipped my tongue inside. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I reached for her jeans and unbuttoned them. Ciara lifted up so I could pull them off. Once I did, I pulled out my dick and pressed it toward her opening. It didn’t matter how many other women I fucked, Ciara's pussy was the best, and felt as though it was made just for me. I entered her slowly, and she continued to moan. I placed gentle kisses on her neck while I stroked her softly.

              "Dammit, Boan . . ." Ciara whispered. Her pussy muscles clenched on my dick, and a shiver went down my spine. I sighed in her ear, and Ciara pulled my face back to her so she could kiss me. Ciara began sucking on my neck and grabbed me tighter, thrusting back. "Baby, I’m cumming," Ciara whispered. I came with her, and tongued-kissed her. I kissed her all over her face. When I looked at her, she was crying.

"Ciara, why are you crying?" I asked.

              "You know why." Ciara said. Ciara tried to act like she didn’t care what I did, but it ate her up inside.

              "Ciara, you know I only do this shit when you want to pull stunts like you did at the warehouse." I said.

              "Soooo." Ciara said. I grabbed her arms and forced her to look at me.

              "That was my fucking cousin, Ciara that I killed. How dangerous are you willing to play with me?" I asked. For one split second, fear showed in her eyes.

              "Fuck you, Boan. If you willing to dead your own family, then what does that mean for me?" Ciara asked pushing me away from her.

              "Are you willing to find out?" I asked. We stared each other down. I put my soft dick back in my basketball shorts and Ciara pulled on her clothes.

              "Get in the passenger seat." I said.

              "Who said I was coming home?"

              "Ciara, don’t play with me. Shut the fuck up and get in the passenger seat." I repeated. After she was in, I started up my truck. Jagged Edge's "I Gotta Be" our song at our wedding, was playing on the radio. Ciara looked at me and pulled me towards her into a kiss.

              Ciara kissed me again. "I’m sorry. You know I love you, right?"

I enjoyed moments like this; I actually felt like she was giving me all of her, which wasn’t often. "Stop playing these stupid-ass games. Let’s just end it. It’s me and you, forever and always."

              "Always and forever," Ciara proclaimed, kissing me again. Ciara was quiet for the rest of the ride home and I wondered what she was thinking. Her phone vibrated and she looked at it. I saw Tez's name flash on her screen. I looked away and gripped the steering wheel. Ciara knew I despised Tez with a passion. She was texting him, and I wanted to reach over and snatch her phone and toss it out the window. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had done something like that, either.

              "Did you fuck Sky in our bed?" Ciara asked, while still looking at her phone.

              "Do you have that nigga Tez watching me?"

              "Why does it matter?" Her voice was rising and I could feel her staring daggers at me.

              I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I will kill that nigga,
that’s
why it matters."

              "If you kill Tez, I’m going to kill you."

              "Yea you are, because that’s the real nigga you love." I said.

Ciara looked up and stared at me then shook her head. I pulled up in front of our crib and watched as Ciara got out, took a deep breath and then followed her slowly up the pavement and closed the door behind me. She made a beeline straight to our bedroom and I laughed a little bit under my breath. I stood in the doorway of our bedroom watching Ciara with my arms folded, watching her play detective. She stared at our bed for a minute, then she took off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I did the same, but instead of joining her, I headed in the direction of our other shower. I had this bad feeling in the pit of my gut for some reason and couldn't shake it. I knew when I got that feeling, some fucked-up shit was about to go down. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed back to our room. As soon as I entered, I saw a pillow fly past my head.

              "You dirty dick son of a bitch!" Ciara screamed at me.

              "What the fuck is your problem?!" I screamed back.

              "You did fuck her in our bed!" Ciara pointed to the bed that clearly had signs of it not being fucked in.

              I just shook my head at her. "I never said I didn’t, and I never said I did either." I let her believe what she wanted because I knew she would anyway, even though I hadn’t fucked Sky in our bed.

              "I’m leaving!" Ciara exclaimed, trying to walk past me; but I grabbed her arm. She tried to smack me, and I caught her wrist. When she tried to wrestle out of my grip, her towel fell and I looked down at her flawless body and licked my lips. My dick instantly got hard. I threw her on the bed and grabbed her ankles.

              "Stop, Boan. I fucking hate you. I
put that on everything I fucking love." Ciara claimed as she tried to get away from me.

I
pulled her towards the edge and gripped her thighs, and she continued trying to resist by grabbing onto my hands. "If you don’t lay the fuck down . . ." I threatened, while staring at her. I got on my knees, smelled her pussy, flicked my tongue, and licked it. She smirked, laid down and just as I thought, her pussy was dripping wet. I began to suck on her clit and before long her hands left mine and gripped my dreads to pull me closer. I fingered her and ate her pussy at the same time just how she liked it. Her moans filled the room, bouncing from wall to wall.

              "God, Boan . . . Why do you make me feel this way?" Ciara gasped.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood up. Her thighs were over my shoulders and I was using all my upper body strength to hold her up off the floor. I placed my hands on her lower back and lifted her to a sitting position on top of my shoulders, where I commenced to eating her out.

              "Wait . . . Damn, Bo . . . Boan. I’m cumming," Ciara moaned. I moved away from the wall as Ciara began to shake, and I laid her down on the bed. She tried to run away, but I grabbed her and dragged her back, pulling her up on all fours I thrust myself inside of her, and she exhaled loudly. Each thrust I gave her echoed the sound of our skin slapping together, and she threw her ass back like the goddess she knew she was. I was so caught up in looking at her that I loosened my arms around her waist and she escaped my grasp and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of the bed. Ciara climbed on top of me, grabbed my face and kissed me slipping her tongue inside. While she was leaned down kissing me, I grabbed her ass and eased her slowly down on my throbbing erection. She started off at a slow pace, moving her hips in a circular motion, kissing me all over my face and neck. The moment she sucked my bottom lip in her mouth, I felt my nut rising. Ciara sped up the pace, holding up thighs up so I could match her rhythm. She leaned back and was coming down on me hard. I felt her walls tighten and I took my hand and begin to stimulate her clit.

              Ciara moaned. "Fuck, Boan,"

              "You so wet," I whispered.

              "Baby, I’m cumming; cum with me." she moaned. I gripped her waist and released my load into her. Her body was shaking all over, and her back was sweaty. She collapsed on top of me and stayed there. She tongue-kissed me, then laid her head on my chest.

              I held her in my arms. Before we drifted off to sleep, she stared into my eyes and professed, "I love you."

              Hours later, I awoke to the sound of a shower running, and I looked at the clock; it was only five in the morning. I knew Ciara was trying to sneak off so I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleep so I could listen. She came out of the shower, and I heard her pick up something.

              "Hello?" she answered in a hushed voice.

"I told you, I’m on my way . . . I just got out the shower…. All right, 'bye." She came into the room and looked at me. I heard her shuffling around the room and peeked my eyes open a little so I could see what she was doing. Ciara had no idea I was watching her as she made her way inside of her closet and came back out wearing a sweat suit, grabbed her keys, then walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. I heard the front door close, and then five minutes later I heard the front door close again, signifying that she had left.

I jumped up and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, grabbed my keys and got into my truck. I knew where she was going so I followed her and kept my distance. She pulled in front of Tez's house, and I parked in the distance, but could see Tez standing on the porch shirtless, and waiting for her. She walked past him and into his house. I reached under my seat and grabbed my nine, contemplating my next move. I left my truck and made my way towards his house. I turned the knob, and it was unlocked, just as I thought; Tez knew I would be there. I followed the disturbing torture of satisfied moans, which I knew were coming from Ciara. I walked up the stairs and stood in Tez's doorway. Ciara was on top; the same position I had her in not too long ago. I cocked my gun and all movement stopped. Ciara opened her eyes and stared at me in shock. I walked into the room and my eyes never left hers.

              "This is the ultimate betrayal," I said, while looking at Ciara.

              She looked like she was going to break down."Boan I’m . . ."

              "Stop," I said, cutting her off; and before I could stop myself, I slapped her. She fell on the side of the bed in a heap of clothing. I looked up, and noticed that Tez had drawn his gun. My reaction was too late, and he fired. I felt a ripping in my shoulder before I stumbled and fell to the ground. I gripped my shoulder as my shirt instantly become wet and hot; I was bleeding profusely. Tez got up and stood over me. He aimed his gun toward my head, and I knew the end had come.

              "NO!" I heard Ciara yell, then I heard a gun go off. Tez stumbled, then turned around and looked at Ciara. He fell to the floor. My wife had shot him in his back. Ciara rushed over to me. I've never been shot before, I do all of the shootings. Seeing my shoulder so bloody I got woozy and felt my consciousness slipping fast.

"Boan . . . baby, stay with me!" she pleaded. "We’re gonna get you to a doctor. It's just a shoulder wound, you'll be all right"

              Ciara rushed to put on her clothes, the whole time she was on her phone. While my vision blurred, her voice was becoming noise in the background. I could hear people running up the stairs right before I felt my body being lifted.

              "Burn the place down," I heard Ciara order before passing out.

              When I woke up a while later and looked around, I realized that I was in Ciara's warehouse, lying down on a cold table. My shirt was off and my arm was wrapped tightly around me. I scanned the room and spotted Ciara. But it wasn’t just her—her goons were in the room, and so were mine.

              "Yo man, how you feeling?" Culprit, my right-hand asked me. I’d known Culprit all my life. Ciara rushed to my side and looked into my face. The haunting images of her with Tez flashed through my mind and before I knew it, I had sat up, got off the table, and grabbed Ciara by her neck. "Bitch, I should dead you right now," I shot, through gritted teeth. Chaos broke out as I strangled my wife. Her veins popped out on her forehead, as my grip tightened. I felt people trying to restrain me, but it didn’t stop my assault on her at all.

              She was crying, and scratching my wrist so I would release my grip. "Boan," Ciara croaked.

              "Boan, let her go. You love her bro!" I heard Culprit's voice in the distance. I let her go, and Ciara dropped to the floor.

I snatched Culprit's gun and Ciara's goons drew theirs. "Ciara, you done it, baby, you really done it this time." She was on the floor, looking down refusing to look at me. I kneeled in front of her putting my face close to hers.  

              "Do it." I said, while placing the gun in her hands.

              "Boan, I . . ." She stammered.

              "DO IT!" I screamed. She shook her head.

"Why not?" I asked.

              "Because I love you and I need you," she whispered, while making eye contact with me.

              "I fucking hate you," I spat. I stood up and walked away.

Culprit followed me out and drove me home. He helped me in the crib, then untied my arm from my body. Culprit left me alone so I could mourn in peace. I rolled up a blunt and grabbed my bottle of Crown Royal from the bar. I poured myself drinks nonstop, and tried to smoke my life away. Looking at the clock, I realized I had been out since the early morning, and it was going on nine o’clock at night. I was feeling the effects of the painkillers so I rolled another blunt, and accepted the numbness that filled me. My phone was going off, and it was Ciara. I threw my phone into the wall not interested in any lies she wanted to spin and poured myself another drink. I heard keys outside the door; watching Ciara walk in I couldn't help but think the audacity of her to come here tonight. She was many things, and bold was definitely one of them. I looked at her, then looked away.