The Heart of Revenge (28 page)

“You think mi would really do you that?”

His beady eyes studied my expression then he
sputtered,

“Well ... well ... trouble don’t set like
rain enuh, you don't know when it coming ... Hear what, just hold
on right outside there.” He walked back into the guard booth. Today
is not my day with securities. Hsst. I Shook my head. Sigh.

“What is it Mr. Willie?”

“Stop pressure mi nuh ... Just wait let mi
call Mr. Douglas first to make sure. Mi don't want lose mi job,
because it’s mi little bread and butter.”

I texted Pinky. I wrote in the text

‘Sis can you believe is two times today mi in
pure problems with security? Can I have so much bad luck?’ Mr.
Willie was still on the phone.

“Mr. Willie come on —-”

“Just one minute nuh Ms. Leelia, how you in
so much haste?”

He dialled again. Waited with the phone by
his ear. Waited and waited. Hung up.

“Mi not getting him.” He breathe out his
frustration loudly, while contemplating his next move.

“It’s Ok man. Just trust mi.” He dialled
again. Waited. Waited. Hung up.

“Him not answering him extension enuh ...
Sorry. Mi can’t let you in.”

“Christ! What would I be doing so bad to make
you lose your job?”

“Ms. Leelia, your lasagne them sweet but mi
don't want lose mi job. Mi just want be careful. Mi get warning
just a while ago from the boss. You think mi would be so hard if mi
never get warn. Is three years and little months mi at mi yard not
doing nothing, before mi catch this little security work, mi don't
want lose it.”

“Oh Gosh man, shame on you to even think I
would let something like that happen to you. You know if you would
get in trouble, I wouldn’t even ask you in the first place.” I
stepped closer to the guard house. “I know things hard, especially
with you and your kids and I would never set you up to lose your
work, look how long we’ve been friends.”

He hesitantly stepped out the white guard’s
booth, stared at me, walked up to the gate, shoved the key in the
padlock and before turning it said,

“Make sure enuh Ms. Leelia, mi trusting you
and doing you this favour. Remember mi job and mi family depend on
it.”

“Mi sure man, mi sure.”

He spun the key, opened the gate. I walked
peacefully through the gate. He finished writing in my name, looked
back at his black rubber watch then jotted down the time.

“Sign here so.” His pen pointed to the blue
ruled line in the book. I scribbled down my signature
flash-handedly. Dropped the pen down centering the gutter of the
open book.

‘Beep ... Beep.’ Pinky text reply came in. I
opened it. After expressing how bad luck I was with securities
today I wondered why the hell Pinky sending me this and she knows I
won’t buy. What the text said was,

‘That mean you should gamble a money on
number thirteen in Cashpot tomorrow for the morning draw. Thirteen
mean police. Set ’bout two bills sis.’

I hissed my teeth as I texted her back,

‘KMT! Mi not buying no damn Cashpot and waste
off my money.’

I heard Mr. Willie voice from behind me,

“What happen to your shoes Ms. Lee?”

“Long story.”

“Hey! Qwan not here enuh, just him father
alone here from you left him father run him out.” I continued
walking to the house, it was all dark. Except for one weak light in
Mr. Douglas’ room, at top, fourth floor. I replied to Mr.
Willie,

“That's Ok, I’m here to see Mr. Douglas.” And
grumbled under my breath to myself, ‘I’m surely gonna teach
him.’

All the codes to the doors was still 4927#. I
climbed up the tall spinely stairs that wrapped around and all the
way up a gigantic byzantine column, it was made of white marble
stone. The stairs had wrought iron railing painted in black. Why
Mr. Douglas put out Qwan? What a coincidence with the time of me
leaving, I don’t think Mr. Douglas would put out his own son
because I’m not here though, that didn’t make any sense. So what
Qwan did then? It was strenuous on me to breathe when finally
reached the peak of stairs on the fourth floor. The elevator would
have been easier but you see, Mr. Douglas had a little TV in his
room that showed in black and white the insides of the elevator and
various section of the property intermittently, so I took the
stairs. Another text came in from Pinky. I opened it and it
read,

‘Send me $50 credit please.’ I shook my head,
Pinky knew my phone was post-paid, so couldn’t have said I have no
credit. I sent her seventy dollars credit. Climbing all those metal
steps barefoot made my footbottom tender. Mr. Douglas room door was
locked. I banged on his door with my two fist, ‘Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! ... Bang!’

“Who the fuck’s trying to break down my
door?”

“Open this damn door! ... Now!” ... ‘Bang!
Bang! Bang!’... “Open up bastard!”

by: Vybz

Her hole is hot. Fiery from the friction of
bouncing rigorously up and down my dick. Beating my cock to a
bruise with every sturdy bounce she makes. She grinds hard and
fierce, up and down, pumping on my cock, working that pussy.
Sliding down the length of my cock, filling her inside, just the
way she wants it inside her. She feels a pleasurable stretching
from the length of my cock beating down at the bottom of her pussy.
Portia dashes down the full distance, her river wetting my cock
like a spitty blowjob. Her white honey smothers all over my sweet
chocolate dick, she slides her pussy all the way back up to the
top, her parted pussy walls feeling so good as she rides up to the
broad head, she didn’t pass the rim of the head, she forces back
down on it, with a slight forward swerve, making way through her
flesh, somewhere in her belly that was sensitive to touch, she
jerks and the pleasure sinks down so deep in her, it spreads beyond
her pussy, driving her to go deeper, harder and faster, rupturing
all the joys in the very bottom of her pussy, pleasures bursting,
and filling her hot hole. She pulls her own hair hard, bites the
brim of her lip, grabs her left breast, squeeze it, the cock is too
sweet, even her teeth is rattling. She bounces her fleshy round ass
into me carelessly, making a slapping sound as she hits into my
pelvis. We make sex heat, steaming sweat. We are getting wet,
sweating. She grabs her other breast and squeezes them so
erotically, not giving a damn about perspiration, she goes on
riding my cock like there’s no tomorrow, it was her last, her pussy
depended on it. The splashes of her ass getting louder and faster,
her rhythm now rocking forward and backward slapping her groin into
my abs as she thrusts forward, riding my cock out her, rocking her
ass backward and down on the muscles of my thighs, sliding on my
tough veiny cock in her juicy wet flourishing pink middle,
moaning,

"Oh God, this feel like heaven ... hhsshh ...
aarrhh ... fuck yeah!”

Our bodies colliding, her eyes closed, teeth
pulling on her sexy lips, my cock feels so wet, so supple with her
slick juices, she rides and rides and rides, pleasing herself,
letting the cock rub deep inside her where it sends her out of
control. Out of fucking control. I grip the base of her breast, her
hard nipples pointing to my face, so close. So close, so fucking
close. I lean in and take her breast into the warmth of my mouth,
clasp my boiling mouth around her erect nipple, nibble on them with
the edge of my teeth, circle the dark rim around her nipple with my
tongue, making sure my tongue grazes the edge of her nipple with
every slow circle, suck her nipple, all the way up, suck more than
her nipple up into my mouth, she rubs her fist on her knee, feeds
her breast in my mouth, I gobble them up, flick my stiff tongue on
the flat head of her hard nipple, swiftly, a thousand times, over
and over again on her nipple, feast on her, feast on her breast.
Her silent gasp turns into soft moans every time she slides back
and forth on my cock, breast stuffed in my mouth, fingers digging
the broad of my back, she rides harder, her strides are vicious as
if she is trying to rub out her pussy to dust on my cock. She feels
her clit rubbing against me as she sits and presses into me as deep
as she can, plunging down on my cock forcefully so she can feel it
the furthest ever it can reach up inside her pink palpitating
pussy, rubbing her clitoris on me with intense friction, her clit
stiff, swollen, big, about to explode into a billion tiny pieces, I
groan with her breast still in my mouth,

“Mmmm, mmm!” My mouth releases her breast,
put my lips on her cheek close to her ear and mutter in
pleasure,

"Oh fuck you can ride cock! Ahhh! You feel so
fucking good baby, shhsshh, feels so fucking good, ride it, come
on, ride it baby! God damn!” My breath beating against her face as
I talk, “Just like that baby. Work that pussy! Ride it! Sshhhshh.
Ride it!”

The sensation of fuck, the feeling in her
body is more poweful than a tingle, her body is fucking erupting
with a million ecstasy darting through her entire body, her toes,
her lips, her belly, her fingers, her neck, splintering her spine,
her pussy, her fucking wet clit is paining with pulsing pleasure. I
check my watch. Fuck, I need to leave now. I suck on her sweaty
neck, pull on it. Spank her ass cheek, grab it, squeeze into it
firmly. Slide my hand across her back, polish my hand with the
sweat on her belly, stir my thumb against her sticky clit, rub it
in circles, stir violently, she stuffs two fingers in her mouth.
Pulls it out, holds it before my face, rubs her wet fingers on my
lips, pushes them in my mouth, presses it against my tongue, drags
it back out. I go out of control, sucking her whole body. Drag my
soft wet tongue all over her, running it everywhere on her and
under her, suck on the hollow of her navel and her body curls.
Swirl my tongue lightly in the delicacy of her sinking navel, her
knees clash together. She stuffs back her fingers in her mouth and
squirms.

I love the taste of her sweat on my tongue.
My licks get wild, I grab her face, lick her jaw-line, up to her
ear, lick behind her ear, her hair brushes against my tongue, I
nibble her earlobe with my soft, wet ,horny mouth, tongue, lip,
tongue, wet tongue, horny tongue in her ears, sends mesmerizing
shrills through the hollow of her ear-hole, down her neck, spine,
skidding through her body, ripping her nerves to shreds, her mind
turns to dust, she yanks her fingers out her mouth, they are wet,
shoves away my head from her ear, shoves her wet fingers in my
mouth, her body jerks, pushes her shoulder upward to her ears,
sheltering her from the intensity and unbearable tingles running
through her ears, trembling. Fuck, I got to leave, I got to go ...
just one more minute, one more. She pulls out her fingers, I go for
her neck vein. Suck on it. She arches her neck to my nimble
sexbites, arches her back, jerks, slams her opened-legs shut around
my waist, quaking with excitement as I suck and nibble the nape of
her neck, under her ear. I lick my way down to working on her
broadened sensitive nipples. She whimpers and desperately wraps
both hands around my neck so tight my face is buried between her
bosom, I can hardly breathe as she rides my pole mercilessly, her
fingers dig deep into my muscular back. I feel a scratch there, I
love it. This is fuck. This is what fuck should feel like. I’m
muffled between her breasts,

“Oh yes, Oh yes, oh fucking yes! ride it
baby, ride it” I grab on her hair, pull her scalp back, put my
mouth on hers, talk in her mouth,

”Fucking break off my dick! Please!” My
breath and voice running into her mouth, “Fucking break it off
baby.” I curl my loin into her, my hot breath barging into her
mouth. “Fucking break it for mi baby.”

I thrust my hip upward as she slides down on
my cock and her mouth gapes silently, I stick my tongue in, suck on
her tongue, pull on her hair, she flashes her mouth off mine, her
fingers stiffen into a sharp rake, rakes her nails through my back,
gasps for breath,

“Huh! Huhuh!”

Her belly muscles flinch, her back curls and
she drags her hand up to my shoulder, while sliding down on my cock
again. I thrust upward harder, so far gone, above cloud eleven, her
body an earthquake, her spine cold as if small pieces of ice were
clinking up and down through the hollow of her spine, then hot,
then cold, hot and cold, travelling through her elbows and knees,
her moans grow louder and her fingertips sink deep into my
shoulders, her nails hitch in my skin. She sounds as if she was
crying, begging,

"No! No! Don’t move."

Her body trembling, she bites her lips harder
as the immense pleasures electrocutes her skin, spasms running up
and down deep in her body, rippling all the way through her flesh,
and through the marrow of her bones, tormenting every single atom
of her body into wild senseless twitches, she can’t think straight,
she can’t think at all, all her sexual emotions stirs up into a
wild storm. But she doesn’t stop. She fucks me hardcore, looks down
at her swollen pussy, sweating, groin wet, watching herself riding
it, stares in my eyes, her eyes intense, her lips sexually pouted.
And the time ticks away.

She rides my dick hard, determined to cum,
that’s all she’s seeing, all she is thinking, all she is feeling,
just the sensation of cumming, the electricity of cumming, a
titillating feeling of exploding, she can feel it building up in
her loin, her clit is unnerved, she sucks my cheek, sucks my bottom
lip, squirming, buries my face back into her bosom. I’ll just wait
one more minute till she cums, she is on the verge. I motion my hip
with her ride. But fuck, I have less than three minutes to leave or
else I’ll be missing my flight, I can’t have that. No way. I got to
go.

She drags my head from between the bouncing
flesh of her breasts, grabs my hair tight and pull it with pitiless
passion. It pulls the skin of my forehead backward. She pants while
speaking