Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Three

Malina

Slick was waiting on me in the parking lot the minute I left the house. I couldn't wait to see him. "Hey, cutie," I said as I hopped in his car and threw my overnight bag in the back seat. Slick was looking fine as hell with the fresh fade. It was so fresh, I could still smell the alcohol that the barber used at the end of the cut to wipe the extra hair away and clean it. He had on a black fitted shirt, black pants, black Gucci shoes, with the back Gucci belt. Didn't know which cologne he had on, but it smelled like blackberries. As usual, he was blowing on a big ass blunt. "Sup. Wanna hit this?" he asked as he passed me the blunt. I took a few tokes as he drove off and messed with the radio. I began to relax a bit. "Got liquor?" I asked. I wanted to get drunk and fuck the shit out of him. It was one of those nights. "Nah, I got some muddy water if you want that." Muddy water was another word for lean. Down south, lean was a big thing. "I'm straight. Where we going?" I asked as I let the sunroof back and my window down. It was so pretty out. The moon was full, and wasn't a cloud in sight. Everything was so clear. "Where you wanna go?" he asked.

"Shit, I wanted to go to your crib, but I don't wanna worry about Tayla pulling up." "She outta town." "Yeah, but still. A woman will pop up when she gets that gut feeling, and I ain't trying to risk it." "You tell me. You must wanna get a room?" he asked as we headed toward downtown. "Yeah, let's go to the Hilton." "Bet." "You got rubbers?" I asked. "Hell yeah. Can't run up in bitches raw when I got a girl," he replied with much attitude. "So what you saying? I'm dirty?" I folded my arms and waited for a reply. "Nah. I ain't saying that. It just ain't fair to my girl. Know what I'm saying?" "Explain." "I'm not saying you dirty, Malina, but I don't know if you are or aren't. It be the prettiest ones that be sick. Feel me? You look good and I been knowing you a while, but then again... what person would tell the world if they really was dirty?" "No one." "Exactly. I'm just not about to play with her life like that." "You really love her?" I asked.

"I mean... she cool." "Did you love Divine?" I asked but got nothing but silence. Guess he didn't hear me so I asked again. "Did you?" "Did I what?" "Love my cuzz..." "Why you wanna know? Huh? What's it to you?" "Just wanna know." "Yeah, I did," he said. I knew that before he told me because he still had her name on his neck. "You still do. Don't you?" "Dawg..." "I just wanna know. Damn." "Yes, and I always will. There. Stop asking me shit about her. I'm tryna fuck the shit outta you, and you worried about her." "Not worried, just curious. Why'd y'all break up?" I asked. He turned the music up and shut me out until we got to the hotel. He paid for us to get a room on the top floor because they were the most expensive and the chances of us seeing anyone that we knew were slim. I agreed. That weed had me feeling right. When we got to the room, the fridge was full of liquor. That made me excited. I began to chug the hell out of that Jack Daniels.

"Slow down," Slick said as he took his shirt off and laid it on the bed. My head started to spin because I had drunk so much at one time. "Get over here with ya fine ass. You know why we here." He took his shoes off too. "I want you to take my clothes off," I said as I walked over to him and sat down in his lap. Slick was a straight up thug, and I loved that about him. "Bet." He began to roughly rip my clothing off of me and I liked it. "I don't wanna give it to you," I moaned as he threw me onto the bed. "I'ma take it then." He crawled on the bed with me and slid off my panties. This time I came prepared, and was wetter than Voss water. "Bae, I came ready this time," I said as he roughly pulled my legs and wrapped them around his hips. "I see. That's why I'ma bless ya game and beat that pussy up." When he said that, I remembered how sore he had me last time. "Can we start off slow?" "Damn, Malina. You know that pussy calling for me. Don't make me slow down when I'm in it." He reached on the dresser and slid a condom on. His dick was dangling like a door stopper. "Bae, forreal. You made me bleed last time." "I knew I wasn't tripping. You left blood on my condom last time." "See."

"I'ght. Got you. Come here," he said, pulling my legs toward him some more. Finally, he slipped his log in and it made a grand entrance through my walls. "Fuck, bae. Damn. Shit." I was moaning all type of nonsense. "I like this tight pussy right here. You gonna let me have it?" he asked as he went at a slow but steady pace. "Ooooh. Yeeeeaaa. Yeah, bae," I moaned. The liquor was kicking in and my tolerance level got higher. "This gonna be my pussy. Ain't it?" he asked while still pumping. I didn't answer because his dick was feeling too good. "Oooohhhh, yeeaaaaa," I finally moaned as he pushed his dick even further. "It's yoooouuurs." "I know this shit mine." "Kiss me," I said as I leaned in for a kiss. He leaned down and bit my neck "Turn around. Let me see them back shots," he said as he slapped me on the ass and waited for me to turn around. "Nah, fuck that. Get on top," he said as he laid beside me and pulled me onto his dick with no warning. I screamed in pain as all of my weight bore down on him and his dick. "Like that?" I asked as I began to grind on it.

"Make them titties bounce," he said as he grabbed a hand full of my breasts. I began to bounce on the dick so my titties would bounce also. I looked down at his face and saw that his eyes were low, looking like they were about to roll to the back of his head. So I began to pound harder and harder until I felt him about to cum. "Oh shit, I'm 'bout to come," I moaned while letting it all go. "I'm right behind ya," he said as he exploded into the condom. We repeated this for the rest of the night. Damn, how Divine let this go?