Page 11 of Deuce

I pulled out of her mouth, and immediately, she spit on my shit before using her hand to gloss it up.

“That’s it… get that dick right…”

She took me back into the warm mess of her mouth, jacking me as she sucked. I tapped the side of her head, causing her to look up at me.

A nigga loved eye contact. Santana had these sexy ass hazel eyes and when she looked at me, it was like she put me in a trance.

“Fuck, Tana!”

“Mmm… you know how much I love this big, black muthafucka.”

“This big, black muthafucka loves you, too. Open your mouth and catch this nut.”

She obliged me by opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Those long pink nails pinched her nipples as shepatiently waited for me to finish. With one hand gripping her hair, I placed the head of my dick against her tongue and jacked it until streams of cum were coating the back of her throat.

“Fuck! Swallow that shit.”

She didn’t hesitate to swallow my load and lick her lips afterwards.

“Mmm… thank you, Daddy.”

“Nah, thank you. I got something for you since you’ve been such a good girl the last two days. Clean up and meet me in the bedroom.”

She smiled as she climbed to her feet. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. Wrapping it around my waist, I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my pants from the floor. I dug into the pocket and pulled out the wad of cash. I peeled off a cool two stacks and placed it on the dresser for Santana.

My brothers love to joke with me about tricking on these bitches. I always told them, it ain’t tricking if you got it. Santana always served me well. Not only was she always available when I needed her to come through, she was low maintenance and didn’t come with any drama. She wasn’t jealous or trying to get my attention in front of people. Baby girl knew her place and her role and she played a very well.

She knew what this shit was, and I appreciate that. I was single by choice. There were plenty of women that wanted me. Plenty of them had tried to trap me, but that shit never worked in their favor. Many of them only wanted the glitz and glamor. Most of them wanted the bragging rights to say that they fuck with a Dillinger. Make no mistake. I loved pussy is much is the next nigga, but I was very selective about who I stuck my dick in. A pretty face and a fat ass what is the root of many downfalls.

Speaking of pretty faces, shorty from the club was beautiful as a muthafucka. I almost felt bad about putting a gun in herface. If she hadn’t been doing all that fucking screaming, she could’ve avoided that. I wasn’t gonna shoot her. I just need her to shut the fuck up.

I didn’t know what it was, but she had been on my mind since I left the club. I made sure that my Pops knew she was innocent. I couldn’t have her implemented when the feds came busting through that door. If anything, she would just be questioned and then let go. I would, however, be paying her a visit for trying to snitch on me. Returning her phone was as good a reason as any to pull up on her.

Grabbing my phone, I called Jaeda. Of course, she answered with an attitude.

“Deuce it’s almost midnight. What the fuck do you want?”

“First of all, don’t be answering the phone like that.”

“Shouldn’t you be tricking with one of your hos? Why are you on my line?”

“I need a favor.”

“Is it business or personal?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it determines whether I hang up on you or not.”

I kissed my teeth. “It will take your brainiac ass a matter of seconds to get this information for me.”

“Ugh!”

I could hear her scrambling out of bed. She mumbled a series of curses under her breath as she shuffle through the house to what I knew was her office.

“What is it?”

“I need an address for Salima Navarro.”

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