He brought the vibrator back down to her slick folds and rolled it in her creaming pussy. He then shifted her body, so she was lying on her side with the vibrator still between her legs.
“Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned, no longer able to control her body.
She rubbed against the vibrator, trying to get him to put it all the way inside of her again.
But Suro had different ideas. He removed the vibrator and replaced it with his own long dick. She gasped out as he worked his way into her tight, wet tunnel until he was all the way in to the hilt.
“Even better,” she said, moving her hips against his.
He then turned them both over so she was now on top, straddling him on both sides. She thought he wanted her to ride him. Suro liked watching her come in that position while she palmed her own breasts. But when she tried to rise up, he brought her back down, pinning her cum-covered breasts to his chest.
She could still hear the vibrator buzzing in the background. “You don’t want me to—?”
“Trust me,” he said.
She let out a surprised cry when she felt the hard plastic vibrator circling the rosette between her butt cheeks.
“Relax,” he said in her ear, still working his cock up and down in her hot cunt. “Trust me.”
Though her heart was beating like a rabbit’s, she did as he said, biting her lip when the vibrator coated with her own juices started working its way into her bottom. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, verging on pain, but then it was all the way in and Suro’s dick was working her pussy and it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, being filled up from both sides like this.
She moaned and her pussy clenched around Suro’s cock in a vice grip that sent both of them into a wild frenzy. Soon he was spewing Japanese as he continued to slam into her and work the vibrator in her ass.
“Suro! Suro! Suro!” She could do nothing but say his name over and over again.
And then she was clawing at his chest as the orgasm burst through her entire body. Suro came soon after, his teeth clenched together as he arched into her throbbing pussy.
He let go of the vibrator and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his face pressed into her shoulder as he emptied himself into the condom.
It took what felt like eons for her orgasm to subside. When it finally did, she collapsed against his chest with a breathless sigh, her hair fully in her face.
He brought a hand up and once again smoothed her locks behind her ear. “See how good it can be when you trust me?”
CHAPTER 15
EVERY time Lacey took her office trash can to the dumpster, she thought about her father and the fateful night he had died. They had a cleaning service for the club, but because of the money she used to launder for Tony, Lacey had made her office off-limits and gotten into the habit of cleaning it up herself, including making visits to the dumpster that sat behind the club whenever her office trashcan got full.
And as usual, while dumping her small metal trashcan the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, she got hit with a memory, this time of showing up bloodied and bruised at the apartment she used to share with her father after she shot Hector Jr. She’d had to knock on the door because it had taken all the strength she had just to get to West Trenton on the train and then make the two mile walk to his restaurant.
“Tasha? What happened to you?” he asked, coming out from behind the counter after she came staggering into his shop.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she sobbed quietly.
Upstairs in their apartment above Cofi’s, she told him everything: about the baby, about shooting Hector Jr., all of it.
And to her surprise, her father hadn’t condemned her or said, “I told you so.”
No, proving himself to be a much better person than the daughter he’d raised, he’d cleaned her up and wrapped her ribs in bandages. “That will have to do you until we can get you to one dem free clinics.”
Then he’d started packing suitcases for them both. “I’m going to go to the bank and close out my account tomorrow, then we’ll be on our way. Think you can make it to Philadelphia? I got a contact there who might be able to get us into a place, no questions asked.”
She shook her head, the pain from her ribs still peaking through, even though he’d given her some old oxycontin from his hip surgery a few years ago.
“No, Daddy! This is my fault. I should go alone.”
“I ain’t sending you out there alone. Not with Mendez on your trail.”
“But Daddy, your shop…”
“I can cook anywhere. Just give me a gumbo pot. And you think Mendez just gonna let me go’on ‘bout my business anyway? Naw, men like him, I den met them before. You take they son, they take your whole family and burn down everything you love right in front of you.”
“But, Daddy—”
He cut her off with a fierce look. “Don’t ‘but daddy’ me! I lost your mama to cancer and I’d like to die if I lose you too, cher.” He grabbed her hand, his eyes burning with fierce love. “You my blood part of me. And I am never gonna leave you. You and me stick together no matter what.”
“No matter what,” she whispered to herself now. And despite the biting cold of a Chicago winter, hot tears stung her eyes.
“I need to talk to you,” a voice said behind her.
She hastily wiped her eyes and turned around to see Candy, more gaunt than she should have been, with a wild look about her. Her heart sank. Candy’s habit had not only gotten worse since Lacey had issued her ultimatum, but also, if Lacey was reading the signs right, it looked like she had switched to the much cheaper crack to keep her habit going. That would explain why the dancer had been late again with the rent this month, and why she had begun bringing Spidey down to the daycare, even when she wasn’t on stage.
Lacey had let it slide for the child’s sake. It wasn’t his fault his mama was an addict, but she didn’t know how much longer she could let the situation go on without intervening.
“I quit!” Candy said.
Lacey blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. I’m sick of working for your uppity ass. So I quit. And I’m moving out at the end of the month.”
Part of Lacey wanted to say good riddance, but the other part of her was truly alarmed. The weeks leading up to Christmas were one of the most lucrative times of the year for dancers. She’d never had even the most disgruntled worker quit right before the holidays. “But how will you survive? And what about Spidey?”