Memphis Streets 3: Revenge

Chapter 37- Le'Shelle

"Good morning, Mrs. Terrell Carver."

A huge smile  spreads across my face as Snake's thick lips brush across the back of my  neck. I let my new last name loop inside my head and I feel something  that I've rarely felt my entire life: joy. Rolling over onto my back, I  beam up at him.

"Good morning yourself, Mr. Carver." Snake  chisels a smile onto his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes. What the  fuck? Didn't he want to marry me? I stamp back a surge of panic and  remember all the shit he'd been through. After catching me up on Momma  Peaches' disappearance, the massacre at the Fat Monkey and the  construction site, and his own near death, there's really no wonder his  shoulders are weighed down. Pushing him onto his back, I climb up and  straddle his hips.

"Let me help you relax."

"I am relaxed, Mrs. Carver." I can't help but smile. "We really did it."

  "We sure did. I'm a man of my word." He folds his arms behind his head  and sweeps his gaze over ugly gashes and keloids scattered across my  chest.

The new battle scars Brielle left behind.Watching him, I  try to gauge what he's thinking. The silence between us stretches for so  long that my eyes burn like they're sitting in battery acid. When I  can't hold the tears back any longer, Snake sits up and starts kissing  each one of my scars.

"I love you so much, girl." I throw my arms around him as the dam finally breaks and that battery acid pours down my face.

"I fuckin' love you, nigga. Don't ever forget it." I cling to him as if my life depends on it.

Now  that we're back together, shit is going to be all right. We're going to  get the streets back in order and get our asses back onto our throne on  Shotgun Row. I'll make sure of it. But first there are a few debts to  pay. Brielle flashes in my head, and then her boyfriend, too. Fantasy  images of those two lying dead in a joint grave get my clit thumping so  hard that I reach back for Snake's cock and position it so I can ease  back onto it. It's never easy easing his fat, mushroom head into my back  door.

"Ssssssssssssss." Snake's hands lock onto my waist as  he tosses his head back. Ecstasy ripples across his face. He knows his  shit is home now. I take his hands off my waist and plant them on my  neck. I know what he wants and I know what he likes.

One  night of that slow lovemaking bullshit is enough for me. I need a good  pounding out to relieve some major frustrations. "Squeeze," I order,  gritting my teeth.

"Enough of this wife shit. I'm your bitch  now." Snake's forked tongue slithers out of his mouth as I feel the  pressure of his large hands pressing against my larynx.

"That's it, baby," I hiss. "Harder." The corners of his lips inch higher as he tightens his grip and cuts off my air supply.

Yes!  I slam my eyes shut and throw my ass back as fast and as hard as I can.  In my mind, I imagine cramming a 9mm into Brielle's mouth as she snots  up and cries like a bitch. It's going to feel so good to spit in her  face and shows her who's the real head bitch in charge. I'm gonna make  her beg and suck the end of that barrel like a ho tryna make the  muthafuckin' rent.

My clit thrums harder as white stars dance  along the edges of my fantasies. My rhythm slows, frustrating Snake. In  a flash, he tosses me off top and throws me onto my back. He snatches  the wide leather belt from off the floor and wraps the shit around my  neck. The buckle bites into my windpipe, causing my nut to rise.

"Ssssssssss.  Time to ride this shit right. On your knees." Smack! Eager as shit, I  pop my ass up high in the air and scream when his fat dick violates me  again.The pain feels so good.