'Til Death (3 page)

              "Boan." Her voice cracked.

I didn’t reply; I just looked at her, staring at her trying to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.

              "Why are you here?" I finally asked her.

              "Boan-" she started.

              "I tried to give you everything you ever wanted. What do you do?" I cut her off in midsentence. "You fucked the one person who you know I couldn’t deal with. You don’t give me shit in return. You wouldn’t even give me a damn child when I asked you to. So why are you here?"

              "Boan, I just killed my best friend for you. My whole operation is on the verge of blowing up in my face. I got my crew questioning my loyalty and my fucking leadership."

              "If you would’ve never fucked him, then none of this shit would’ve happened. I’m sitting here with a hole in my shoulder and in my heart, because of you. Why. Are. You. Here?"

              "Because."

              "Because what, Ciara?"

              "I don’t give a fuck about none of this shit. I care about you. My husband. Boan, I love you and only you. I’m in love with you. We’ve been together for seven years, since we were eighteen, and been married for five. I’m sorry. Yes, I’m a bitch, and you deserve to call me every name in the book. But don’t do this please. I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live if I do. I realized that when Tez was about to kill you. I’ll throw all this shit away for you. You have my heart and you live in my soul."

Ciara was crying. She came over to me, straddled my lap, and kissed me all over my face and my neck. I felt my guard going down, and I kissed her back, sucking her soft lips into my mouth. She moaned into my mouth. I stood up; my shoulder burning with protest. I ignored it, and made my way upstairs to our bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, I put Ciara down and let her take the lead. She pulls me towards the bed and I can't help but to admire her ass view. The bed was unmade from me jumping out of it earlier but neither one of us seemed to care at the moment. She pulled me in front of her, placed her hands on my arms, and sat me on the bed. Ciara placed her hands on my knees, leaned in and traced the outline of my lips with her tongue softly.

              "Baby, lay down." Ciara said. I laid on my back and watched as she undressed me. She kissed my lips, then worked her way down stripping me of my pants. Ciara took my dick into her mouth, causing me to groan and grab her head. My abs clenched, and I bit my lip. Ciara didn’t give head often, but when she did, it was miraculous. I was trying to hold on to my nut, but it was coming fast. I pushed Ciara away from me.

              "Take that shit off," I demanded. She obliged, taking off her clothes and returning to sucking my dick.

              "Bring that pussy here." I practically growled at her.

She readjusted herself into the 69 position and brought her pussy towards my face. While I was enjoying my wife’s head game, I inserted a finger in her wetness caressing upward, stroking her g-spot and sucking on her clit, causing her to moan and squirm in my embrace. She gripped my thighs tighter, in response, and I felt her body jerk.

              "I’m ‘bout to bust, baby," I warned. Ciara nodded her head, but didn’t let up. At the same time that I licked her escaping juices, my nut released down her throat. After she swallowed my last drop of seed, I tossed her aside and climbed on top of her, pulling her bottom lip in my mouth and bit it.

              I sucked on her ear lobe and whispered in her ear, "What you want me to do to you?"

              She grabbed my erection pulling me closer to her. "I want you to put this inside me." Her voice was raspy and her lids heavy. She was turned on to the fullest and it was sexy as hell.

I did as she said, but only put the head in before taking it right back out.

              "Boan," she moaned, while sucking on my neck. Inch by inch, I filled her up. Her nails began to mark my skin. Each thrust I gave her was slow but powerful causing her to cry out. Ciara was grinding her hips against me, fucking me back like I liked it. I sucked on her neck then lowered my head and took her nipple in my mouth.

              "Oh . . . God," Ciara moaned. She grabbed my face and brought me back to her mouth. In one fluid motion, she flipped me on my back, and she was on top. I grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples. I pulled her closer so I could take them into my mouth while she rode me.

              "I’m cumming," I heard Ciara say. I felt her pussy muscle clench. I looked down, and my abs were wet with her juices. Ciara collapsed beside me, but I wasn’t done. I turned her on her stomach and grabbed her right leg and put her ankle on my shoulder. I then entered her, and watched as she buried her face in the pillow. Ciara gripped the sheets, and her moans were muffled by the pillow. I smacked her ass and heard a scream. I put her leg down and brought her up on her knees. I leaned down and trailed kisses on her back. She turned to face me and tongue-kissed me. I gave her a powerful stroke and she bit my lips.

              "How that feel?" I whispered in her ear.

              "Too fucking good." I grabbed her waist and picked up my rhythm. Ciara was trying to run away, but I had a death grip on her. Ciara was biting the pillow and gripping the sheets.

              "Shit," I said. I was sweating, and my shoulder was burning, but I ignored it all. I was deep in my wife's pussy, and I was trying to prove a point.

              "You gone stop fucking around?" I asked. She didn’t answer. I smacked her ass.

              "Yes!" She cried out while throwing it back even harder.

              "You gone stop playing games?" I smacked her ass again.

              "Yes!" I pulled out and flipped her on her back. I put her legs on my shoulder and went back to beating her shit up.

              "Do you want to have my baby?" I asked.

              Ciara locked her ankles around my neck. "Yes!"

              "A boy or a girl?"

              "A girl." I watched as my dick disappeared in Ciara’s pussy.

              "I’m cumming, Boan . . . fuck, cum with me please," Ciara moaned. My strokes got faster, and all she could do was hold on. I released my seed inside her and tried to control my breathing. I laid down beside her and pulled her into my arms.

              "You going to sleep?" I asked

              "Mhmm," Ciara said, while nibbling on my neck. Ciara didn’t say anything for a long time, and I thought she was sleep.

              "Boan?"

              "Yea."

              "I’m sorry for everything," Ciara said.

              I took a deep breath. "Me too."

              "Can we make this work?"

              "Ciara, do you want it to work?" I pulled her closer to me afraid of what she'll say because I've done dirt too.

              "Yes," she whispered, after a lengthy pause.

              "It seems like all odds are against us." I whispered in a hushed tone and then kissed her forehead.

              "Let’s take a shower," Ciara stood and stretched. I got up and walked to the shower and got it ready for us while she changed the sheets and took a piss before getting in. I made room for her, and we didn’t say anything, only stared at each other. I washed her back and she tried to wash mine.

              "Boan, turn around so I can wash your back."

              "Wash it like this." I couldn't help but to smile at her and she smiled back at me. Ciara wrapped her arms around me and tried to wash my back. I cupped her ass and kissed her lips. I felt my dick rising again and easily picked her up.

              "Wait, Boan. I’m already sore." Ciara tried protesting while wrapping her legs around my waist. I entered her slowly and sucked on her neck. She gripped my arm, trying to avoid my fucked-up shoulder. I tongue-kissed her, and stroked her slowly while the shower water rained on us.

              "Boan, I love you so much." She kept repeating those words and telling me she was sorry. I looked into her face and saw that she was crying. I bounced her on my erection and she held on for the ride.

              "You ready?" I asked.

              "Mmmmhhhmmmm," she moaned. Ciara's eyes rolled back and her whole body began to shake. I pumped my seed into her. I carried her out of the shower and laid her down. I dried her off with her towel, then I used mine to dry me off.

              "Baby, come lay with me."

              "All right.'' I went to go take a piss, then I went back into the bedroom. I made my way to the side of the bed and laid down next to her.

              "You going to sleep?" I asked.

              "Yea."

              "Give me a kiss." I turned her around to face me. She gave me her soft lips to kiss. Before I knew it, she was climbing back on top of me and she turned around with her back facing me. I was back inside her.

              "Fuck," I mumbled. Ciara was riding me backward. Ciara looked back and smiled at me. I pulled her off of me and laid her on her side. I began to literally fuck her sideways.

              "Shit, Boan . . . wait," Ciara tried to slow me up while moaning. Each thrust I gave her was more powerful than the last one. Ciara's pussy was dripping wet, and every time I went back in, her pussy made sounds.

              "Damn it, Boan, I’m cumming," Ciara juices gushed while I busted inside her. I stayed there for a minute, catching my breath. I rolled off of her and laid down. I was exhausted. I heard somebody's phone go off in the distance, and I realized that it was my wife’s. Ciara rolled over and grabbed her phone. The conversation was quick and short, but powerful. Her whole demeanor changed as she turned around and faced me.

              "He’s alive," Ciara announced.

              "Who is?" I asked with my eyes closed.

              "Tez." I opened my eyes and looked at Ciara, who was looking at me.

              "So," I was angry, and I wished that that nigga was dead.

              "This changes everything,"

              "Like what?" I asked.

              "I shot to kill my right-hand-man, and he survived. My crew could easily have a bullet with my name on it. I’ll have to face Tez knowing that I tried to kill him but was unsuccessful."

              "Did you really try to kill him?" I asked.

              Ciara stared at me, looking befuddled. "What do you mean?" Ciara asked.

              "I’ve seen you shoot before, and you got deadly aim. You had an easy shot on Tez and you chose to shoot him in his back instead of the back of his head," I said.

              "What the fuck? You telling me that you think I planned this whole thing?"

              "Ciara, I didn’t say you planned anything. I just asked you, did you aim to kill?"

              "Yes, I did."

              "Then why shoot him in his back?"

              "Because I wasn’t fucking concentrating on a kill shot, I was concentrating on saving your life."

              "So if that’s the case, then you weren’t shooting to kill."

              "What?"

              "Ciara you just said . . ."

              "Why are you asking me so many damn questions?"

              "Because shit looking real fucked up to me," I said.

              "How so?" Ciara said, eyeing me. I thought back to when I was outside of Tez house. I knew he knew I was coming. I was positive he saw my truck and if he saw it, then Ciara could've seen it too. If not, I know he would've told her I was out there and I knew he left the door unlocked on purpose. Ciara was funny about locking doors behind her, it don't matter whose crib she in, she makes sure the doors are locked but somehow manage to disregard Tez’s door. I couldn't shake the feeling that she already knew what was up from the jump.

              "Why was Tez’s front door unlocked?" I asked.

              "What?"

              "When I opened up his front door, it was unlocked. I know how you are about locked doors. So why was his door unlocked?"

              "How the hell am I supposed to know? How about you ask Tez; it’s his house."

              "How did he get to his gun so quick? When y’all fuck, do he usually have his gun under his pillow?"

              "You’re really paranoid and sounding real crazy right now,"

              "But you ain’t answering any of my questions."

              "There is no point."

              "Why is that Ciara?"

              "You’re not going to believe anything I fucking say."

              "You sucked my dick tonight," I said.

              "Your point is?"

              “You only do that when you want something, plotting something, or about to be guilty of something. So which is it?” I asked. I saw Ciara reach under her pillow and my hand reached under the mattress. I felt my nine and gripped it. We rolled away from each other. Both of our weapons were drawn, and we both were standing naked, aiming to kill.