man hung up. Didn’t he hear what I just said? I tried to reach out to his ass.
JAZ
Faheem’s cousin Rock was easy to work with. He even had a role for me to play being that he wasn’t going to allow me to do Oni myself.
“Rock, at least let me meet with him,” I said full of excitement.
“Jaz, I gotta make the initial contact. All you are doing is paying him off with a package, and trust me, that will be the last time you see him, because the package is a bad package.” Rock was killing two birds with one stone.
“Rock, I can handle this. Just set up the meeting. That’s what I’m paying you for.”
“Naw, babygirl. He ain’t gonna meet with you. The plan is, I set it up. He handles the chick. Then all you do is pay him by giving him the package. That’s all I will allow you to do. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“That’s some bullshit!” I was still obsessed with doing Oni, but Faheem deaded that issue. I even danced with the thought about finding someone else other than Rock, scrapping his plan, and coming up with another one. But Rock said he didn’t want anything to be able to be traced back to him or me. He told me to take his offer or leave it. So I took it.
FAHEEM
Thanks to Jaz getting her thug on, my gut instinct was telling me to move. And it never led me wrong. For real, I didn’t want to be anywhere near Georgia. Georgia rekindled memories. I was thinking Miami, Nevada, even Charlotte. But since Jaz wanted to stay in school, I’d let her decide. I would give her that.
However, I had to admit, but not to her, that it was a boss move for Jaz to make sure that Steele got handled, and it turned me on. I looked down at my dick, and it was standing straight up. I knew how to remedy that.
“Jaz, Jaz! You ain’t asleep, because I can hear your breathing. I want you to come and say hello to my big friend.” I reached over and patted her ass. She slid my hand off of her. “Jaz.”
“Nope.”
“Jaz.”
“You’re mad at me, remember?”
“I am. But thinking about what you did turned me the fuck on. See? Look at him.”
She turned over on her other side and looked. “So you are lying over here at four in the morning thinking about how I, little ol’ helpless me, took out your enemy, and now you want to fuck me?”
I liked the way she said that. My dick jumped. “No, I want you to put him down your throat, and then I want to fuck you.”
“Hell, no. Not until you apologize.”
“Apologize?”
“Yes, apologize,” she said.
I began stroking myself. “Jaz, look at him. I can beat him into submission my own damn self, but if you sit on him, I think we both would like that a hell of a lot more.”
That got her. She tossed the sheet aside, crawled over to him, and began to tease the head with her tongue. I placed my hand behind my head and closed my eyes. She moaned and then stopped. “I want my apology first.” She rose up, straddled me, grabbed a hold of him, and put him to her opening. Sliding down onto my pole, she said, “I ain’t sucking shit until I get my apology.”
“Stop talking and handle your business. It’s four in the morning.”
“I don’t care what time it is. Apologize.”
I was all the way up in her, and the shit was feeling magnificent. She began rocking back and forth at a medium pace. “You need to be apologizing to me.” She wound her hips while gazing into my eyes. The pussy was wet and hot. My dick was soaking it all up.
“Apologize, baby. Tell me that you honor my thug,” she seductively said.
“Nope.” I reached down grabbed an ass cheek and pulled her further onto my dick.
“Ummmmm,” she moaned.
“Now, you apologize to me. Tell me what I want to hear.” I told her.
She rode my dick a little faster. “Wh-wh-why?”
I tried to match her rhythm. “You know why.”
“But . . . oh, this is good. I’m not . . . Faheem, there, baby.” She leaned up, placing her petite hands on my chest. She was taking the dick all in, riding it like a true jock. “Ssss . . . sorry.”
“You should be,” I told her. Damn, the pussy was feeling good.