Forbidden Fruit (21 page)

"What you expect me to do Tre? You promised to take care of me and you couldn't do it from a fuckin' cell!" She yelled defending herself.

Diablo looked at me. "Well, we goin' go in the back and let ya'll talk. Holla at me Tre. Don't get too loud though, cause Dame goes the hell off sometime." Diablo grabbed my hand. We left the room and Damien followed.

"You one trifling ass ho from what I hear. I did keep in touch wit' some of my niggas. You done fucked niggas I used to kick it wit'. I wanted to bust out that mufucka and come whoop your ass. You was my girl when I went in that mufucka and I expected it to be that way when I got the fuck out! You played me!" He stared at her with disgust in his eyes.

"I didn't play you! I loved you Tre, but I couldn't wait for you to get out. I had to do what I had to do to survive. On top of that you know I love to fuck. We was fuckin' like rabbits. You know I still had my needs Tre, even if you was gone. Just like you always told me to excuse your cheating. That shit right there make me not even want to tell you about the money I put aside for you," she said calmly.

"You gave me access to those accounts, and I found out that the Feds was planning to freeze your accounts and confiscate the money. The bank was on to it all the time. Good thing my girl Tina was fuckin’ wit’ a FED. She got the info out of him. I couldn't tell you that I had your funds transferred to a couple foreign banks. I took all of your jewelry and put it in a safe. I never touched any of it. I never spent a dime of your money. I loved you too much to do that 'cause I hoped that you'd get out one day. Instead I used my love for sex to take care of myself. I know that hurts you more than the thought of me spending your money, but you'll get over that. I'll give you access to the accounts and the key to the safe. I'm only grimy to niggas I screw for money. I always made love to you. I had real feelings for you. Before you got locked up you treated me like shit. You cheated on me and you had the nerve to start putting your hands on me. You broke your promise to love me and take care of me. After all that I still couldn't betray you. I'd never use you." She had tears in her eyes.

Tre winced at the sight of her tears. It was hard to make her cry, so when she did he knew that she was in pain. He wanted to reach out, but didn't know how. Prison had hardened him and made him unemotional. He'd built up a wall that he thought was impossible to break. All he could really think about was fucking her. He remembered the good sex she gave up willingly to him. All he had to do was touch her and it was on. She was a nympho for real. Sex with her was always so good, and he'd fallen in love with her.

"Come here," he said reaching out for her. She ran into his arms and cried.

"I love you Tre. I still love you."

He tightened his grip around her. He hadn't had any pussy in over three years. He knew that he still loved Princess. She was never innocent and he knew that too. He also knew that only he could put a stop to her reckless lifestyle. He would keep his promise. She hadn't fucked him over like he'd thought. He would tame her. He knew that he was the only man who could.

"I didn't know you was gettin' out so soon," she said finally.

He wiped her tears away and then stood back to take a good look at her. In prison he thought he had it all figured out. In his mind Princess was a sex demon sent by the devil to prove how weak men were over the flesh. She was fine as hell, and she knew it. She had that sexy ass aura about her that made a man's mouth water. Men just wanted her, and there was no getting around it. Hard ass niggas swore up and down that they could fuck her without getting pussy whipped, but they all ended up sprung out. She reeked sex from her head to her toes. The way she walked said "fuck me". Women like her made men dogs. No man could resist Princess, and she had never once been denied. If she wanted it she got it. To Tre a woman like her couldn't be real. She was though, and she was right in front of him. She was no demon. She was human, and she had feelings too.

"All you had to do was keep in touch wit' me," he said as his eyes traveled over her round, full breasts, tight waist, wide hips, rotund ass, and thick, but firm legs. He could feel his dick getting hard. Every fantasy he had in prison while he jacked his dick involved her. It was like she'd put some kind of voodoo spell on him, but he didn't believe in that shit.

"Let's go," she said sticking her tongue out. She stared him down with her sexy ass eyes and moved her tongue ring up and down. "I'll make it all up to you."

"I ain't had no pussy in four mufuckin' years. I'm a tear that mufucka up. I'm tellin' you now. I'm goin' fuck the hell outta your ass shawty. You goin' feel that mufucka all up in your rib cage. I can't wait to hit it from the back and make that fat ass jiggle." He pulled her into him and grinded into her ass. She could feel how big and hard his dick was. She closed her eyes remembering how good it had felt the last time they'd had sex. Tre always put it down in the bedroom. He'd given her hours of endless pleasure, and then they fell into a deep sleep. When the sun came up they were back at it again. He'd gotten arrested later that night.

"Let's go," she repeated. He just didn't know how much she'd missed him. It wasn't just the sex either. At times he was very attentive, and considerate to her needs.

"I'm right behind you baby," he said following her out of the house.

They got in Princess's burgundy Corvette, with cute chrome eighteens.

"Which one of you suckas bought this?" He asked with a jealous tone in his voice. He couldn’t help but admire the butter leather interior and the wood grain dash. The car was "Butta", which he'd noticed was on her license plate. "What year is it?"

"I bought this car myself. Wit' my own money. It's a 2002. I saved some of the money I made dancing. I stopped dancin' in the club, and started doing private parties 'bout a year after you went in. I had free security. You know the Cues looked out. The engine is crazy, and it's a five speed. Driving it is like sex. I love it," she grinned and switched gears.

Tre looked at her pale yellow painted nails that matched the short, sheer pale yellow dress she had on. Her nails were long as hell, and he knew that they weren't real. She had on something underneath the dress, but it barely hid anything. His eyes focused on the sexy strappy sandals that laced all the way up to her calves. The three and a half inch heels made her calves stand to attention. That shit drove him crazy. She looked damn good.

"Mmmm girl, you still finer than a mufucka. You done got thicker too," he said not taking his eyes off her.

"What? You don't like it?" She asked feeling self-conscience. She only felt that way around him. He still had that effect on her.

"Hell yeah I like that shit. More to hold on to shawty, that's all that is. Don't even sweat that. I just wanna bang that mufucka out right now. Shit, that's what the fuck I'm tryin' to do. I'll deal wit' emotions and feelings later. You sittin' here half naked, smellin' and lookin' all good. Shit, my dick hard as a steel bat. I gotta have you right now."

Princess looked at him. "We don't have far to go. I want to get you in my bedroom baby. This car too fuckin' small. I wanna be able to climb your fine ass."

Tre controlled himself for the remainder of the ride. Princess lived in a rather nice residential district between Decatur and Atlanta on East Ponce de Leon. The town house that she owned was really in her mother's name since she had no credit. It was very tastefully decorated. He looked and couldn't help but notice that she still had exquisite taste.

"Still love expensive shit I see," he said observing the beige shag carpet with the cream colored leather furniture. There were round and square leather throw pillows of all neutral hues placed neatly against the back of the sofa and love seat. The carpet was so soft that he felt like he'd sink in. The walls were covered with expensive paintings and African art.

"Yeah, beneath the freak is a woman who loves art. Wait until you see the bedroom."

She led him down a dimly lit hallway and opened a door. She flicked the light switch and a red glow filled the room. The bedroom was something out of a freaky fantasy. There was a round king sized bed with huge pillows arranged against the brass head board, and a red, silk comforter. The carpet was thick and was the purest white Tre had ever seen. It looked good against the red. There were charcoal drawings of naked men and women on the walls. Above the head board was a charcoal drawing of Princess. Of course she was naked. She was looking upward with her long braids covering her dark nipples. She was sitting Indian style and the hairless treasure between her legs was drawn to perfection. Just as he'd remembered.

"I was fuckin' with an artist for a lil' while. He loved to draw me."

"Damn, that shit hot as hell. You look beautiful." He wanted her so bad and the drawing only added fuel to the fire. He hadn't forgotten how good she tasted, and wanted to have her on his tongue again. He looked up toward the ceiling and noticed a mirror above the bed. There were also other mirrors positioned around the room. It appeared to just be decoration, but if you were one of Princess's sex partners you'd soon figure out that the mirrors were for watching. Fuck a movie. Princess liked to watch the real deal as it went down.

"Well..." Princess started to speak, but Tre interrupted her by covering her lips with his finger.

"Shhh, sit on the bed," he demanded.

She sat down and he slowly removed her clothes, although he couldn't wait to see her naked. He wanted to savor the moment as he did.

"You're even more beautiful than I remember," he whispered. "So fuckin' sexy."

Princess couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Tre."

"Your skin is so smooth and creamy. Mmm, and I love them sexy ass cat eyes. Damn baby, you got a nigga trippin' over your ass. I missed them big ass titties too, damn," he said burying his face between them. "So soft."

She moaned when he hungrily sucked one of her nipples into his warm mouth.

"I want you Tre. I want you so fuckin' bad."

He spread her legs needing to touch what was once his and only his. He would stake his claim again. The soft flesh ignited his skin. She always kept her pussy shaved clean. With his fingers he separated the lips and found her warm, wet center. His fingers explored her and he felt the piercing. "I gotta see this," he said.

He got down between her thighs inhaling her soft, feminine aroma. She smelled sweet, like she'd taken a bath in rose petals. He buried his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. "You smell so damn good." He examined the piercing closely. "Damn, did that shit hurt?"

"Nol, it stung a little at first. It was a weird sensation, but it kinda felt good. You know me. I get off on pain. It really feels good now. Specially when it's bein' sucked and licked. I can even nut by rubbin' my thighs together. My clit is really sensitive now."

"Shit, that mufucka was already sensitive as hell," he said looking mesmerized.

He took his time sucking and licking her clit. She kept her pussy shaved clean and he'd always urged her to let a little of the hair grow back. He liked a little hair down there. At the time he didn't care. It had been so long since he'd tasted a woman, and she tasted so good. He had to let her know. "You taste so damn sweet girl, mmm."

Princess stared down at him. She loved to watch a nigga eat her out. It turned her on to the fullest, and made her orgasm even better. "Yes, uhhh, Tre' suck that mufucka," she moaned. "Slurp that mufucka up." She gyrated into his mouth and grabbed his head. "Mmmm hmmm."

"Feed it to me baby," he said stopping to take another look at it. "That mufucka pretty and fat as hell. I'm tellin' you, you got the prettiest pussy I ever seen."

"Don't stop baby," she begged in anticipation.

Knowing that he was pleasing her aroused him. He was hard as hell and he couldn't wait to get up in her. He wanted to make sure that he turned her on. He knew that she loved to get her pussy licked. Every woman did, but it really brought out the freak in Princess. As he feasted on her he noticed that her left leg was shaking. She was close to orgasm so he pushed the hood of her clit back and licked fast, but gently. Her clit was so swollen that he had to stop again to take a good look at it.

"Damn, you got a fat ass clit, baby," he said examining the pink, puffy flesh.

"Baby, I was 'bout to cum. C'mon," she whined pushing his head back down.