Authors: Nika Michelle
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #United States, #African American, #Urban, #Genre Fiction
"Hey baby, it's nice to see you. Your uncle's in the kitchen cookin' his famous chili this early in the mornin'," she smiled.
Ablo walked into the kitchen.
"What's the word Unc?" he asked.
Uncle Pete chuckled. "My nephew," he said and turned around. Uncle Pete and Auntie Ramona had raised Diablo and his sister after both their parents were killed in a home invasion robbery. They were in the bed asleep. Diablo was ten when it happened. Ablo's father and Uncle Pete ran the streets in the early seventies. Ablo's father Cue Perez, was a Cuban immigrant who came to America with his parents in the mid-sixties. Cue became a victim of the streets although his father was a strict disciplinarian. Cue met Pete Montgomery, a young, black, wise talking hustler and they formed the Cue P. Gang. Soon they cut it to the Cue Boys so that police could not distinguish them as a street gang. Of course the cops knew better.
Cue later fell in love with Pete's baby sister Naomi. Naomi was very beautiful, and he was in love from first glance. They married when she turned eighteen and she bore him one son, Diablo Antonio Perez, and one daughter, Merlia Ana Perez.
After his parents died Uncle Pete took them in. He trained Ablo to take over the Cue Boys and continue his legacy in the drug game. He was ready to gain his OG status. Diablo took over readily and had been running shit since he was eighteen. He was now twenty-eight years old.
Diablo and Uncle Pete hugged for a second, and then Ablo snuck a taste of his chili.
"Damn Unc, that shit hot as hell," he laughed. "It's good though."
"Don't nobody want no bland chilli son," Unc said.
"Where my boy at?" Ablo asked referring to his dog.
"In the garage. You can go and get him. Where Yanna at?" He asked.
"She was still sleep when I left."
"That's one fine ass girl lil' man. You better do right by her. Don't smell yourself and drive her away," Uncle Pete advised him.
"Lil' man? Unc I'm a grown ass man. Ain't you the same OG who told me to get all the pussy I can before I turn thirty?" Ablo asked.
"You was sixteen then young buck. I know now that a strong woman is the foundation of a strong man. That's why me and your aunt still goin' strong, and got somethin' to show for all my hard ass work. You gotta realize what you got in order to be faithful young buck."
"Yeah, a'ight Unc. I'm goin' to get my dog," Diablo said and headed to the garage.
"Dame, yeah, my man," Ablo said when he spotted his pit bull. Damien looked and immediately started jumping and barking in anticipation. Pearl started barking too.
"Bitches," he said grabbing Damien's leash and pulling him away. Damien didn't want to leave his bitch, but that was life. Diablo returned to the kitchen with Uncle Pete.
"Want some chilli son?" he asked.
"Nol Unc. I gotta roll. Gotta make sure my troops on the grind," Ablo said.
"Alright, keep 'em tight young buck. I heard Dame boy yapping. He didn't wanna leave that bitch. Can't take a dog away from his pussy," Unc chuckled.
"You a crazy old man," Ablo laughed slapping Unc five. He felt him on that.
Ablo headed back home to be with his woman. Princess had come in and fucked up the mood, and he wanted to crawl up in it before he hit the streets. He opened the door with his key and Damien ran in and started sniffing everything. He was happy to be at home.
"Yanna!" Ablo yelled.
"Yeah!" I yelled from the bedroom. It was about time he came home.
Diablo walked in and hugged me.
"Where you go?" I asked rubbing Shea Butter lotion on my naked body.
"To get Damien from Uncle Pete's," he said mesmerized by the sight of me rubbing on myself. He sat down on the bed.
"Where Princess at?" He asked not taking his eyes off my firm breasts as I massaged them, teasing him. My body was tight and I made sure it stayed that way.
"Gone. It's just me, you, and Damien," I said straddling him. I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of his tongue.
"Damn, what's up wit' the extra lovin'?" Ablo asked. He gently caressed my ass.
"Can’t I get my freak on?" I pushed him back on the bed. “You ain’t the only one who freaky as hell.”
"I'm sayin', a nigga was tryin' to get some last night, but you was actin' all scared 'cause Princess was here and shit," he said. "You can definitely get your freak on baby."
I helped him get out of his clothes and stood back to admire his chiseled body. My man was like butter, you hear me. His chest on down to his abs were free of hair. The straight hair that ran from his belly button to his family jewels was enough for me. I just wanted to run my tongue down his "trail". His well-built thighs and perfectly defined calves only added to his sexiness. I loved his strong looking legs. I straddled him again and kissed him from his forehead, to his chest, to his belly button. I teased him by skipping the main course and nibbling on his inner thigh. That shit drove him crazy as he dug his fingers into my hair and massaged my scalp. I grabbed his dick gently with my left hand and teased the head with my tongue. Before he could let out a moan I devoured it and he was screaming for mercy.
"Damn Yanna! Ohhh shit," he moaned. I peeked and caught a glimpse of his face. He was biting his bottom lip and his eyeballs were rolling back in his head.
His satisfaction pleased me and I continued deep throating it until he was as hard as he could get. "You ready for the real thing Papi?" I asked positioning myself on top of him.
Diablo licked his thick, sexy ass lips. "Always ready for your jelly mami."
"Mmmm," I moaned as I lowered myself onto the only dick I’d ever experienced. He loved me right and I felt no need to stray. Ablo was huge and it took two times for him to take my virginity. It was so big that he had got it half way in and I gave up. I promised him that we'd try the other half the next day.
"Mmm, mami, you always so juicy for your man," he moaned under me.
I loved the way he expressed his passion for me. It made our sex even better. I stared into his eyes and he gave me a half smile followed by a sweet kiss. I grinded my hips on top of him and watched his smile be replaced by one of his sexy ass fuck faces.
"Mmm hmmm, you can't handle it," I said playing the dominant position.
Diablo grabbed my ass and flipped me over so that he was on top.
"Woman, this is my fuckin' pussy," he said grinding into me.
"Hell yeah it is papi, mmm it yours," I called out in ecstasy. "Talk to me."
"You feel that dick? Huh?" he asked. "It's good to you, ain't it?"
"Yes, shit, hell yes."
"Where you feel it at baby?"
"Uhhhh, damn, I feel it in my stomach. Ohhh, Ablo." I could feel my body shaking and I knew I was on the verge of orgasm.
"Turn around," he ordered and I obeyed. I loved when he hit it from the back. The way he worked that dick of his was unexplainable in words. He spread my thighs with his strong hands. The warmth that filled me on the inside made my flesh cover with goose bumps. He gave me chills, and I felt my body convulse in pleasure.
"Ahhhh, shiiiit," I moaned as he went deeper, causing a moan to get caught in my throat. It sounded like I was choking. Diablo suddenly stopped.
"Baby, you okay?" He asked.
"Yes, don't stop," I begged pushing my ass into him.
He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me into him. This gave him easy access to my G spot and he took advantage of the opportunity. He pushed himself deeper inside and then pounded into me at a quicker pace. The vibration that he was creating on that sensitive spot had me in a zone. My body shook and then the orgasm he had worked so hard to create took over my body.
"Damn!" I screamed. "Ohhh Ablo, I'm fuckin' cumin'! Uhhh Papi, you better fuck me." My voice was low, and sexy.
He grabbed my hips and took total control of my body. The things that he was doing had me busting nut after nut.
"See, see how you man take care of shit?" He asked cockily. "Damn right this my pussy. I spelled my name all up in that mufucka." He was still stroking.
I had my head buried in the pillow because I was coming so hard and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ahhh shit. Uhhh Ablo...what the fuck," I said feeling tears slide down my cheeks. Yes, it felt that good. My legs were getting weaker and weaker.
"Yanna, ohhh yes, mmm. Yanna damn, it’s good. Ohhh, your pussy is too fuckin' good," he moaned and starting stroking fast and hard. I knew he was done. I didn't worry about getting pregnant because I took my pills faithfully. "Ohhh shit," he groaned. I could feel his body tighten, jerk, and then release. "Ahhh," he said still jerking slightly. "Oh shit," he sighed.
I was speechless as I laid there drenched in sweat. Diablo slapped me on the ass and smiled sexily.
"That ass get me every fuckin' time. Mmm Mmm Mmm girl," he said. "I try to hold out, but that mufucka good lil' mama. Damn it's good." He shook his head. "That mufucka was talkin' to me."
I rolled over onto my back and caressed his chest. "Yeah, you did have that mufucka poppin'."
"You can't imagine how a nigga feel about you," he whispered playing in my hair.
"Why don't you tell me then papi."
"I love you so fuckin' much baby doll. I promised you from day one that I'd take care of you. I told you that you ain't gotta want for shit, and I meant that. As long as you stay faithful to me that shit won't change. I don't ever wanna hear no shit 'bout you fuckin' 'round wit' some lame ass nigga. Don't give me a reason to kill a mufucka. You hear me?'
"Yeah, I hear you baby," I said snuggling up closer to his warm body. I knew that he'd be leaving soon and not getting back until late night. I loved him so much. "I love you too."
Chapter 4
It was about eleven o' clock on a Friday night and Ablo hadn't been home since Thursday morning.
"Where the fuck he at!" I yelled throwing my cell phone on the bed. He had his phone turned off and I knew he was laid up with some bitch. I dialed his sister's number. She lived in Stone Mountain with her husband and two kids. She sometimes knew where he was and she never hesitated to tell on his ass.
"Hello," she said sounding like she was asleep.
"Sorry Lia, but have you heard from your brother?" I asked.
"Nope. He missin' again?"
"You know how he do," I sighed.
"Yanna, you know how he is. He probably laid up wit' some lil' chicken head. You know that shit, but you love him, so you stay wit' him," she said bluntly. That’s just how she was. She just didn't sugar coat shit and I couldn't get mad because she was right.
"And you know how I am. I'm 'bout to fuck him and that bitch up! You know I'll find his ass," I said angrily.
"Do what you gotta do Yanna. You a grown ass woman," she said.
After we hung up I called Shamira and Princess. Thirty minutes later we were four deep in Shamira's 2002 silver Montero Sport. We scooped Maya up too. Now my sister was the total opposite of Princess. She was a ride or die bitch. After I called her she insisted on coming. Vernice picked Lex up and it was on. She was looking for Mel too. All I know is that I was ready to stump a hole in something or somebody. We had steel baseball bats, and razors hidden in our mouths as well as other discreet places. I had an idea where Diablo was.
"Turn right there!" I yelled. "That bitch Carmen live over here. I had heard rumors 'bout him riding 'round wit' that bitch and shit! I'm goin fuck his ass up! I'm goin' get that bitch too! Ya'll know that mufucka trained me to be a soldier. How he goin' fuck wit' me? He must got me twisted or sumthin'. Like he don't fuckin' know I'm goin' fuck him and that bitch up. He know I'm a crazy bitch. And that Carmen bitch goin' catch it. I got some shit for his dirty ass!" I yelled angrily.
My girls just listened quietly. It wasn't the first time we'd jumped in the Montero and went on the nigga search.
"Uhh huh, uh huh. There go that nigga! There he go, right there!" I yelled.