Page 33 of In Too Deep

When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple mimicked an elevator going up and down. The look of disgust wavering on his face made me feel every bit of uncomfortable.

“You got to pay the fucking piper, Juicy. Fuck I look like not killing the head huncho? You ought to know me better than that, love. Do I need to introduce myself to you or sum? Allow me to do the honors,” he grinned, revealing a Grammy award winning smile, and stuck his other hand out. Juice from the peach was dripping down his beard, seeping through it, making droplets onto the counter. After eating my pussy, I knew he was a sloppy eater and not the type of guy to dab at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Romelo Jones. I like eating pussy—hairless pussy and not the stankin’ shit. That’s the kind that bite back. I got a whole lot of money. I eat ass on the first night if I’m feeling you. I trick off if the pussy good. I’ll kill a nigga twice for crossin’ me and I’m loyal to my bitch if she act right.” He grinned, still holding his hand in mid air. “Does that sum it up?”

My upper lip curled as I looked at his hand like it was infectious. “Fuck you.”

“Yes, Juicy. I do. I would like to fuck you, but that ain’t the matter at hand right now, love.”

Rolling my eyes, I stood upright and leaned back. Folded my arms across my breasts and purposely covering my hardened nipples.

“All I know is what I told you.”

“But there’s more.” Chewing on the last of the peach, he slurped and slithered his tongue around the seed before tossing it in the trash.

“I told you everything.” It was a semi lie. Telling him the major details seemed fair and square.

Giving me a stale face, he licked around his mouth, removing any peach leftover from the tangy fruit. I’d be coy to stand here and lie like my pussy wasn’t getting wet in the midst of this. Hours before, he was munching on my pussy as if the plate of food I fed him wasn’t enough. I knew the power behind his tongue and what his mouth could do.

“Tell me everything right now or I won’t ever lick your pussy ever again,” he pardoned.

I scoffed, seeming offended, with my mouth gaping open. “I don’t give a fuck about that.”

“Put that pussy on the counter and let her do the talkin’ then,” he smirked.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“Yeah,” he laughed deeply. “I plan on doing that too.”

“If I tell you the play by play will you let me go?” I offered a deal, hoping he’d take it, but my conscience knew better than that.

“No,” he muttered with no hesitation. “The ball is in my court now. I told you what the fuck is up. You ain’t got too many chances left.”

I huffed, bouncing my leg. I felt cornered with nowhere to hide… nowhere to run either. My fate would lead me to spill the beans, but after that, what happens next?

Biting down on my lip, my eyes nervously surveyed the area and at the cars casually passing by the street. People were wrapped up in their own little worlds getting gas while I was being held at gunpoint, with my life at risk, deciphering whether I should take a leap of faith or stick with the plan. I was the only unlikely suitor in this moment with an ounce of good luck to balance the scale. Romelo was cold blooded and playing at his own rate. After giving him the game plan, he handcuffed my hands behind me, blind folded me, and put a sock in my mouth as we drove, far away from wherever his home was. Getting akick out of this, he played 90’s R&B music loudly, humming to the lyrics under his breath and tapping his hand against the cool steering wheel. My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, but when I mentioned being parched, he offered to spit in my mouth or swallow my own.

“Call that nigga and ask him where he at,” he reached for the volume button on the radio and turned it down.

Obeying, I pulled out my phone, with shaky fingers, and my thumb lingered over Allen’s number.

“Call that fuck nigga. Fuck you sittin’ ova there stallin’ and shitfah?!”He barked, making me jump. With no more heavy anticipation, I called him.

“Put that nigga on speaker,” Romelo demanded.

“Yo,”Allen answered.

“H-hey,”I stammered, mustering a lie.“I’m at Love’s. I don’t see you here.”

“I’m pulling up now. I don’t have an ETA on him yet.”

I glanced over at Romelo. His eyes grew cold, telling me to abruptly end the call, then he snatched my phone.

“Exactly how we went through this shit is exactly how I want shit to go. Don’t try no funny shit that’s gonna get yo ass murked. Ya hear me?”

I nodded my head, closing my mouth shut. “Hmm hmm.”

Where we were parked, was dark and there wasn’t too much traffic. Romelo eased out of the passenger side and tapped on the trunk for me to open it. Instead of driving his car or one he figured Allen might recognize. The black Nissan was far more basic than anything else I’d witnessed him behind the wheel in. I eyed him, as he appeared like a thief in the night before disappearing. The loud noise caused me to jump out of my skin. Lately, I’ve been so damn jumpy. This entire ordeal was scaring me. I’ve never done anything like this before, and this wasn’tequivalent to stealing. My nerves were rattled as I drove through the rocky pavement, my body swaying from side to side.

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