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  ‘Til Death

  Dante Tori

  Copyright © 2016 by Dante Tori

  Published by Jessica Watkins Presents

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  Dedications:

  I would like to dedicate this book to the people in my life that believed in my dream even when I faltered. This is only the first step.

  Intro

  I walked into the warehouse, but it was too quiet. I looked around and didn’t see anybody; but my wife, Ciara's car was still outside. I made as little noise as possible because I had an uneasy feeling about things. I peeked up the stairs, and noticed that Ciara's office light was on, and that her door was cracked open. I tiptoed up the stairs, trying my best to keep quiet and put my ear to her office door.

  I heard, "Ahhh, Domo," being moaned, and immediately recognized my wife’s voice. I pulled out my nine and slowly eased the door open. The first thing I saw was my cousin Dominique—her head-first in my wife's pussy. Ciara's head was back and her eyes were closed, clearly enjoying it. After a few moments she opened her eyes and looked right at me; it was as if she knew I would be there. She had a wicked smile on her face, and winked at me. Before I knew it, I’d aimed my pistol and fired off three shots, and then turned around and walked calmly out of her drug warehouse.

  * * * *

  I didn’t go to my mother’s house for the repast after Dominique's funeral. It wasn’t like anybody gave a fuck about Dominique. She was the outcast of the family, so a week ago when I caught her nose in Ciara’s pussy, I made her an outcast forever. Ciara was my greatest love, as well as my number one competitor. She ran her drug empire on the east side of Detroit, and I ran mine on the west. It worked for a while, but somewhere along the line we became greedy. When that happened, we got to a point where we were secretly plotting to take each other out; what it boiled down to was which one of us was bold enough to kill the other.

  After the funeral I went home and called this freak bitch named Sky. I knew she would come because she needed some of this good dick, and I needed her too…but for a different reason. As soon as she walked in, we went into the guest bedroom; no matter what was going on between Ciara and me, I never fucked anybody in our bedroom. Once the door was closed, I grabbed the remote off the nightstand and aimed it towards the stereo, allowing the music to sound instantly.

  "Strip." I requested while taking off my shirt.

  Sky was leaned against the doorway and walked over to me licking her lips as she admired my tats and my strong ten-inch erection standing at attention. When she moaned, I smiled at her reaction to me. Sky directed me to the bed and I sat at the edge of it, my eyes never leaving her body. She stood in front of me and begin to strip to the music that was softly playing in the background. With every peel of clothing, she moved closer to me and by the time she was in her underwear, she was kneeling before me removing her bra. She stood up and reached her hand out to the rubber band that was holding my dreads in place, and snatched it out causing them to fall to my shoulders. Sky pushed against my chest and I laid down on the bed as directed and she pulled my sweats and boxer/briefs off; my erection jumping out at her.

  Sky kneeled in front of me, cupped my balls and began to massage my penis until pre-cum oozed out. She flicked her tongue-ring on the tip of my dick and licked it as if it were the best treat she had ever had and then continued to drown it with her saliva before all of me disappeared in her mouth. My eyes rolled back as I enjoy the warmth of her mouth, pushing any thoughts of Ciara to the back of my mind. The slurping sounds coming from Sky turned me on big-time. I grabbed her by her arms, pulling her on top of me while moving closer to the headboard. Her body was hot against mine and I rolled over so I could be on top. I nodded towards the nightstand where the condom was at. She reached over to grab it.

  "Put it on." I told her, nodding towards my erection. I watched her rip it open and roll the condom on my throbbing penis. I threw her legs over my shoulders, then rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her wet pussy, lathering it with her juices. Sky squirmed and clenched her pussy muscles around my dick as I penetrated her, inch by inch. My movements were slow and steady, and she matched me thrust for thrust. I pulled out, turned her over and had Sky get on her knees, where I fucked her from behind.

  "This is the best dick I ever had!" she claimed, while moaning loudly. "I’m cumming Boan," she warned.

  I grabbed her waist and her hair and my strokes became faster and harder. She was throwing it back and I was trying to keep up. When I felt my nut rising, I pulled out and snatched off my condom releasing my seed onto her back. Once we were done, I got up and made my way to the master bathroom, and Sky took a shower in the guest bathroom. I got out of the shower, put on some basketball shorts and a beater with some fresh Jays. Once dressed, I walked Sky to the door and shared a brief goodbye with her before closing the door in her face. I went back to the guest bedroom and began to straighten up and get rid of the sheets. I already knew that as soon as Sky left that Ciara would call, so as soon as my phone began to vibrate against my hip, I knew it was her.

  "Yo?" I answered.

  "So, you fucking her in our crib now?" Ciara asked.

  I heard noise in the background and tried to decipher where she was. "Where the fuck are you?"

  "Where you’re not."

  "Ciara, don’t go there with me. I ain’t trying to hurt your feelings."

  "In case you haven’t noticed Boan, I don’t have any feelings."

  Right after making her statement, Ciara hung up in my face. I immediately grabbed my car keys and made my way to her warehouse to look for her. When I arrived, the parking lot was full, but I didn’t see Ciara’s Bentley anywhere. I parked my truck and dialed Ciara again before getting out. She didn't answer my phone call and I was getting really fucking tired of playing this cat and mouse game with her. The minute I walked into the warehouse I saw her right-hand man, Tez, a nigga whom I couldn’t stand and all I wanted to do was murder his whack ass.

  "Yo, where Ciara at?" I asked, walking up on him.

  We stared at each other for the longest before he finally answered me.

  "I don’t know. She told me she was gone be with you." I wanted to reach behind my back and grab my piece and give him a gift right between the eyes; I wouldn’t have felt anything but satisfaction.

  "What the fuck ever dawg. Y'all playing games. I know you know where she at." I bark and leave Tez's punk-ass standing there. Ciara wanted to play games and I knew just what to do to get her attention. I hopped back in my car and checked my glove box for the box of condoms I kept in there. It was only two left and
I put one of them in my wallet. I always kept a box of condoms in my truck because I never knew when I was going to get some ass.

  I decided to head to another destination. My wife owned a strip-club called Xposed that had nothing but the baddest bitches. Her first rule was, "No fucking my husband," but tonight, I was determined to flush her out, and I knew Ciara had cameras all around that place and every last one was connected to her phone. I knew just what to do. When I got there, as usual, the club was hype. Every baller and businessman was in attendance, trying to make it rain harder than the next nigga. As I made my way through the club, I showed the people I knew love and respect, and then realized that I came just in time to watch my favorite stripper, Chocolate. She was sexy as fuck. She stood about 5’5, with an ass that was out of this world. Her titties were amazing, and she had no blemishes on her body, not to mention that the way she could move was ridiculous. Even though the rule among the strippers was to stay away from me, tonight I had a plan—to have her.

  I sat full center, ready to enjoy the show. The lights began to dim, the crowd became silent, and Janet Jackson's "Anytime, Anyplace" came on. Chocolate walked out in all white, and her eyes instantly found mine, and throughout her dance, we never broke eye connection. Every article of clothing that she removed was tossed my way. I took that as an invitation. At the end of her set, she walked off as if she had never blessed the stage. I followed her backstage and caught up with her before she could make her way to the dressing room.

  "Aye yo, Chocolate." I called out.

  She turned around and looked me up and down and licked her lips. "What’s up?" she asked. Chocolate had her top back on, and I was kind of disappointed.

  "Let me holla at you for a moment."

  "Now you know I'm not supposed to talk to you, Boan." She retorted while smirking.

  "But you know you want to don’t you?"

  She just smiled and shook her head. She was leaning against the wall in the narrow hallway and I stepped closer to her. I felt my penis growing in my basketball shorts.

  "Chocolate, what would you say if I told you I came here for you?"

  "I'd say you're going to end up getting us both killed."

  "Ciara not gone fire you, you bring in a lot of money. Plus how she gone find out? All I need is one time with you. All we need is one time." I was hoping she didn't know about the cameras Ciara had in the place. She looked me up and down again and paused at my genital region. I know she peeped my swollen member. When she finally made eye contact with me, she nodded her head yes. I grabbed her hand, and we headed to my wife’s private office. When we were inside, I closed and locked the door. I backed her up to Ciara's desk, and she sat down on the edge of it. I was standing between her legs and I leaned in and kissed her lips. They were supple and tasted like strawberry lip-gloss. I placed my hand inside of her white bikini bottoms and felt how wet she was. We quickly began undressing each other and when her top fell, exposing her breasts I took a nipple into my mouth and begin to suck gently while rubbing her clit. She was moving her hips relentlessly in motion with my hand. I stopped sucking her breast and pulled out a condom, opened it with my teeth and rolled it on. Pushing her panties to the side, I eased my dick inside of Chocolate, and she gasped, and then moaned. She threw her legs over my shoulders, and I grabbed her ass pushing myself deeper inside of her. Her pussy was soaking wet and I felt her legs tremble.

  "Yeess, Boan . . . Shit . . . fu-fuck me." Chocolate moaned. I begin to dig her out, pounding into her ferociously and she dug her nails into my skin. I picked her up and put her back against the wall. She had a vice grip around my waist while I was hitting her sweet spot.

  "Oooohhhh . . . I’m cumming, damn, cum with me." Chocolate moaned into my ear. I felt her whole body shake, and I busted my nut in the condom. Chocolate was breathing hard. She had unwrapped her legs from around my waist and tried to stand. I went into my wife's private bathroom and cleaned myself up. I walked out and left Chocolate standing in Ciara’s office. I left the club and made my way back to my truck. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

  "Ciara." I answered.

  "Meet me at IHOP,." she said, before hanging up. I was sure she watched on her cell phone what had happened between me and Chocolate. Her office camera was synced to her phone; she was able to watch whatever went on in there with her cell. This conversation would be interesting. I loved my wife with every fiber in my body. Our marriage was strange, and when we said, “until death do us part,” we meant it. We didn’t have a normal marriage, but, we weren’t normal people. I pulled up to IHOP on Jefferson, and it was packed as usual. I walked past the security guard, giving him a nod. I saw my wife sitting inside a booth, and I saw she had her girls with her. She looked up at me and just stared. Ciara was decked out in all black. Her short haircut was just freshly done, with her bangs over her right eye. She had on a tank top with a jacket. I saw her gun holsters. Ciara had on studded stilettos, so her usual 5’5 was now 5’8. Her smooth peanut butter skin was glowing, but her light brown eyes weren’t. Instead, her eyes were red and puffy. I knew she had been crying.

  "Ciara." I said, standing over her. Ciara and her friends looked up at me but didn’t say anything. She then looked at them and stood up from the booth.

  "I'll call y'all tomorrow." Ciara told them while walking past me like I was invisible. When I got outside, Ciara was waiting by the door and I walked past her walking towards my truck. I unlocked the doors, but I didn't get in because I wanted to make sure she got in first. Her heels clicked as I watched her walk towards my truck, and when she approached it she walked over on the driver's side, opened up the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, facing me. We stared at each other for a moment and then Ciara tried to slap me, but I caught her hand. With her other hand she tried to grab her gun, and I beat her to it and tossed both guns in the back seat.

  "I fucking hate you." Ciara said with disdain. Ciara hated feeling vulnerable, and I made her feel that way. I knew her like the back of my hand. I wasn’t afraid to show her my emotions and my love for her, but it wasn't easy for her to do the same. Sometimes she would get caught up in the moment and express her feelings; other times she would try to push me away, which only pulled me closer to her. I was trying to make eye contact with her.

  "Ciara."

  "So you fucked Chocolate. In my damn office on top of that." She turned her face away from me.

  "Ciara, I love you," I said as I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her close to me.

  "No you don’t." Her face twisted back around and she finally looked at me.

  I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. At first she was trying to resist, but she finally gave in as usual. Ciara opened her mouth for me and I slipped my tongue inside. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I reached for her jeans and unbuttoned them. Ciara lifted up so I could pull them off. Once I did, I pulled out my dick and pressed it toward her opening. It didn’t matter how many other women I fucked, Ciara's pussy was the best, and felt as though it was made just for me. I entered her slowly, and she continued to moan. I placed gentle kisses on her neck while I stroked her softly.

  "Dammit, Boan . . ." Ciara whispered. Her pussy muscles clenched on my dick, and a shiver went down my spine. I sighed in her ear, and Ciara pulled my face back to her so she could kiss me. Ciara began sucking on my neck and grabbed me tighter, thrusting back. "Baby, I’m cumming," Ciara whispered. I came with her, and tongued-kissed her. I kissed her all over her face. When I looked at her, she was crying.

  "Ciara, why are you crying?" I asked.

  "You know why." Ciara said. Ciara tried to act like she didn’t care what I did, but it ate her up inside.

  "Ciara, you know I only do this shit when you want to pull stunts like you did at the warehouse." I said.

  "Soooo." Ciara said. I grabbed her arms and forced her to look at me.

  "That was my fucking cousin, Ciara that I killed. How dangerous are you willing to play with me?" I asked
. For one split second, fear showed in her eyes.

  "Fuck you, Boan. If you willing to dead your own family, then what does that mean for me?" Ciara asked pushing me away from her.

  "Are you willing to find out?" I asked. We stared each other down. I put my soft dick back in my basketball shorts and Ciara pulled on her clothes.

  "Get in the passenger seat." I said.

  "Who said I was coming home?"

  "Ciara, don’t play with me. Shut the fuck up and get in the passenger seat." I repeated. After she was in, I started up my truck. Jagged Edge's "I Gotta Be" our song at our wedding, was playing on the radio. Ciara looked at me and pulled me towards her into a kiss.

  Ciara kissed me again. "I’m sorry. You know I love you, right?"

  I enjoyed moments like this; I actually felt like she was giving me all of her, which wasn’t often. "Stop playing these stupid-ass games. Let’s just end it. It’s me and you, forever and always."

  "Always and forever," Ciara proclaimed, kissing me again. Ciara was quiet for the rest of the ride home and I wondered what she was thinking. Her phone vibrated and she looked at it. I saw Tez's name flash on her screen. I looked away and gripped the steering wheel. Ciara knew I despised Tez with a passion. She was texting him, and I wanted to reach over and snatch her phone and toss it out the window. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had done something like that, either.

  "Did you fuck Sky in our bed?" Ciara asked, while still looking at her phone.

  "Do you have that nigga Tez watching me?"

  "Why does it matter?" Her voice was rising and I could feel her staring daggers at me.

  I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I will kill that nigga, that’s why it matters."

  "If you kill Tez, I’m going to kill you."

  "Yea you are, because that’s the real nigga you love." I said.

  Ciara looked up and stared at me then shook her head. I pulled up in front of our crib and watched as Ciara got out, took a deep breath and then followed her slowly up the pavement and closed the door behind me. She made a beeline straight to our bedroom and I laughed a little bit under my breath. I stood in the doorway of our bedroom watching Ciara with my arms folded, watching her play detective. She stared at our bed for a minute, then she took off her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I did the same, but instead of joining her, I headed in the direction of our other shower. I had this bad feeling in the pit of my gut for some reason and couldn't shake it. I knew when I got that feeling, some fucked-up shit was about to go down. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed back to our room. As soon as I entered, I saw a pillow fly past my head.