“We’re also going to talk about you becoming a nun.”
She’d had enough, but laughed softly. “Stop already. You’re just full of double standards.” She pulled him back up, and Shakes wrapped his arms around her. “You’re really happy?”
“I’m with you. What’s not to be happy?”
“Don’t you think this life is a little boring?”
“Babe, I get to come home to you, and you can’t tell me that your pussy isn’t soaking wet for me.” He moved her back so that she was pressed up against the fridge. Shakes took both of her hands and trapped them above her head in one of his. She couldn’t help but grow wet at his forceful presence. He certainly knew how to get her to take notice of him. His free hand moved from her neck, stroking down her body, caressing over her nipple. “Your body knows what it wants, and it wants me. I’m going to give you my cock, Dani.”
“What about the food?”
He released her hands, and with one tug the dress she’d been wearing was torn down the middle.
“I’m going to eat my food with my dick balls fucking deep inside you,” he said. Seconds later, he slammed his lips down on hers, and Dani gave herself up to the pleasure he was creating. There was no point in fighting it. She wanted him, yearned for him with a passion that scared her.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.”
He tore her bra and panties from her body until she stood naked before him.
“Go and sit on the chair, spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
She loved it when he commanded her. Taking a seat on the chair, she spread her legs wide. The last thing she cared about was the food going to waste. She wanted him and whatever he wanted to give her.
“Look at that juicy cunt.” He removed his clothes quickly and was between her thighs, licking her pussy.
Dani moaned, leaning back against her chair as Shakes teased her pussy. “You’re so ripe and juicy. I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby, and it won’t matter because your body already knows who it belongs to. It belongs to me, and I’m not going to let you go, not ever.”
She could listen to him talk all night long. It was a relief to be possessed by a man that truly loved her.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she closed her eyes, and basked in the pleasure his tongue was creating.
If Shakes told her he was happy, she was going to believe him. There was no point in trying to argue with a man who knew his own mind, and Shakes’ was already made up. There was nothing she could do to change that. Nothing.
Zeke stood in the back alley of Dominion, a cigarette between his lips, the lights from the streetlamps providing a dirty, muted glow of color. The dark van that was coming toward them held Zeke’s newest purchases.
In the van was a group of pretty sluts that liked cock and wanted to make a living out of sucking and fucking it.
He inhaled from his cigarette again, snubbed the butt out, and tossed it aside.
The van stopped a few feet from where he and a few of his men stood, and once the headlights were turned off and the engine was cut, a scuzzy as fuck looking guy climbed out of the front seat. Another guy, just as greasy, got out of the passenger seat, and the two of them, with their slicked back hair and pencil thin mustaches, came over to Zeke. They reeked of stale reefer and sweat, and gauging by the sight of their stained and hole-ridden shirts, it was clear they hadn’t stopped on their trip to see him.
Zeke didn’t care what they looked like, as long as the merchandise he’d bought was in perfect condition. If they wanted protection for what they wanted to do with their life, Zeke could provide that. So, he bought them off of their low-life pimps, made them part of his club, and gave them a better life then they had.
“You have the cash?” One of the sleazy guys said.
Zeke didn’t answer right away, just stared at both of them. These fuckers were new, apparently; or they were the dumbest motherfuckers he’d ever come across. No one spoke to him like that, and no one questioned him about money. He might be a dirty and dark sonofabitch, but he made sure he took care of business in a professional way.
“Let me see my merchandise.” Zeke stared at them harder, let them see he wasn’t to be fucked around with in just that one look. The guys looked at each other, started shifting on their feet, and it was clear that they finally realized who was in charge.
One of them walked toward the back of the van. The vehicle was parked at an angle, so Zeke could clearly see the side of the van. He opened the double doors, started saying something in a low voice to presumably the women in the back of the vehicle, and then one by one, they started climbing out.