Redrum by Boston George Page B

mouth.
    â€œOhhhhh shit!” Perry moaned as he looked down and watched Diamond handle her business. He loved how she sucked, slobbed, and slurped all over his dick. “You love your dick?” he asked.
    â€œMmm-hmmm.” Diamond continued to suck the shit out of his dick, never missing a beat.
    â€œYour dick taste good?”
    â€œMmm-hmm.”
    Perry took another swig from his bottle of red wine, before he poured some on his dick. He watched as Diamond slurped it all off, trying not to let a drop hit the floor.
    â€œLook at me, baby!” Perry grabbed a handful of Diamond’s hair and began to fuck her mouth like never before.
    Diamond moaned loudly, looking up at Perry the whole time as he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. Perry aggressively stroked her mouth until he finally exploded in it. “Awwwwww!!” he groaned as his come shot out.
    Diamond sucked out every last drop before swallowing it like it was nothing.
    â€œDamn! That was the best head I ever got in whole life,” Perry said, breathing heavily.
    â€œIt’s plenty more where that came from.” Diamond winked as she picked up the bottle of wine and took a deep swig.
    â€œCan I ask you a question?” Perry asked, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed.
    Diamond took another sip. “Yeah. What’s up?”
    â€œHow long you going to keep wearing that wedding ring?”
    â€œDamn! My bad. I didn’t even know I still had it on. I’ve never taken off my ring, so I guess it was just kind of a habit,” she said, struggling to get the ring off her finger. After about the fourth try, the ring finally slipped off. “Is that better?”
    â€œMuch better.” Perry smiled as he leaned over and kissed Diamond on her lips.
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    â€œI’m going to ask you one more time.” Dirty Black punched the Spanish man named Hector in his face again. “Who was that who shot at me the other night?”
    â€œI swear to God, I don’t know,” Hector pleaded, scared for his life. “I got shot at too. I was with y’all, remember?” He looked around the room at the sea of angry black faces.
    â€œWe was on your block, so that makes you responsible.” Dirty Black grabbed the .357 that one of his goons handed him. “Last chance.”
    â€œI swear on my grandmother’s grave, I don’t—”
    Before he could finish his sentence, Dirty Black pulled the trigger, popping Hector’s top like a Heineken. “Lyin’ muthafucka! I want y’all niggas to get to the bottom of this for me.Whoever pulled that trigger, I want him or them brought to me ASAP!” He handed the dirty gun to Amazon, as the whole crew exited the small Bronx apartment.
    Dirty Black stepped out the apartment building with an angry look on his face. He still couldn’t believe somebody had the audacity to try to kill him. As him and his crew headed to their vehicles, he heard somebody calling his name. He looked over and saw Mousey leaning up against a silver Benz alongside two of his goons.
    â€œFuck you want, li’l nigga? I’m busy right now,” Dirty Black said, not even giving Mousey enough respect to stop while he spoke.
    â€œYo’, I said I need to talk to you, son!” Mousey said louder than he needed to, to get the point across that he wasn’t playing.
    Immediately Amazon, Kendu, and the rest of the crew looked at Mousey like he was crazy.
    Amazon huffed. “Fuck you just said, li’l nigga?” as he headed over in Mousey’s direction.
    Dirty Black stopped him. He walked over to Mousey with a smirk on his face. “Fuck you want?”
    â€œI need you to front me a hundred grams. I’m fucked up right now,” Mousey said seriously.
    â€œNigga, you called me over here to ask me that?” Dirty Black said, ready to smack the shit outta the clown who stood in front of him.
    â€œOh, you too good to look