“No,” I said, taking it from him and sliding it under the pillow. “Not yet.”

And then I went to work.

I held his throbbing dick in my hands, amazed that it was so damn hard and thick. Yeah, you know I couldn’t help comparing it to G’s but as big and nice as G’s dick was, his son had him beat in every way.

Slowly, I covered the head with my lips, then worked my mouth all the way down the shaft. I had never performed oral sex in my life, but it felt so good and natural to me that I guess I was born to do it.

I licked and sucked him with so much love that his dick was glistening wet and twice as hard as when I started. He was pushing my head down hard and fast, and I could feel his body tensing and shivering with each lick.

But Gino wasn’t going out like that.

“Gimme the glove,” he demanded and I slid it out from beneath the pillow and let him tear open the wrapper and roll it down over himself. Then he lay back and pulled me on top of him, holding me at the waist.

“Gone, girl,” he said grinning up at me. “Get yours any way you want it.”

I went to work! You know I did! It was my first time ever being on top!

I rode Gino like he was a bull, raising my ass up in the air, then slamming myself back down on his hard stick. I did this over and over, pausing to rock and whimper every so often, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I came again.

I was limp and trying to catch my breath when Gino rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him behind me, his dick touching the back of my thigh, and I froze.

“Uh-uh.” I shook my head, balling myself up into a knot. “I don’t play that back door shit!”

Gino looked confused. “Neither do I, baby. I would never hurt you like that. Don’t you trust me?”

I gazed at him over my shoulder, the strength of his muscles jumping out at me. He could fuck me up if he wanted to. Do me just as bad as G liked to do me, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t.

“Yeah,” I answered, and lay down on my stomach. “I trust you.”

Oh, man! I can’t even describe how good it felt when Gino entered me from behind. For a moment I had a flashback about G and my asshole, but as soon as I felt Gino sliding up inside of my wet pussy I forgot all about G and concentrated on his son.

Over two hours passed before I snuck back into the room I shared with G. I’d taken a quick shower before leaving Gino’s room, so I knew I smelled okay, but my stuff was so nicely scuffed that I was scared my guilt would show.

G was still snoring as I climbed in the bed beside him, and I lay on the edge of the bed with a smile on my face and my hand between my legs, enjoying the ache that bounced through my body and laughed in my soul.

Chapter Seventeen

The next night I snuck into Gino’s room again, and again he found my g-spot and sexed me so good I was slobbering when he finished. We went at it like rabbits, fucking in every position imaginable, doing all the things I had fantasized about but never actually experienced. I took him through almost every fantasy in the Juicy Journal, and Gino licked my pussy for hours and told me it was the sweetest he had ever tasted.

I was limping when I slipped back into my room before the sun came up. Limping and grinning like hell. But those two days of good dick must have given me brain damage because I stepped totally out of my mind when I decided to jump bad with G right after dinner on Thursday evening.

“Jimmy ain’t no goddamn dope dealer!” I kicked open the connecting door to our rooms and stood over G. He was stretched out on the sofa in a pair of shorts and no shirt, and a black dress sock was on his left foot.

I had just gotten off the phone with Dicey. It was raining like crazy outside and G was taking a nap, so me and Gino had ordered a pay-per-view movie and were watching it in his room. Gino had dozed off right after the movie started, so when his cell phone rang I went ahead and answered it.

“I ain’t supposed to be talking to you no more, Juicy,” she said. “And after them motherfuckers bust up in my house like that I swore to God I was cutting you loose. But you know I love you and Jimmy both, so there ain’t no way I can keep you in the dark about no shit like this.”

“What, Dicey?” I almost screamed into the phone. “What??”

“Besides,” she went on without answering me, “Gino’s cell phone number came up on the caller ID in the cut room, so I’m taking that as a sign that pulling your coat is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.”

All I could think about was Jimmy. “Dicey, just tell me, goddamn it. Is Jimmy okay? Tell me, dammit!”

“Juicy, you know how hard your grandmother took it when Cara died. Shit, the way your mother was living, if she hadn’t got shot she probably woulda sent your grandmother to an early grave.”

“Dicey, please tell me.” I was moaning.

“Your grandmother didn’t cotton with no damn drugs, and that’s why when I was out there shooting duji I never came by to see her. Not once. I was too ashamed to let her see me that way, especially after Cara went down.

“But Jimmy. Jimmy ain’t nothing but a pissy-tail baby, and it just ain’t right that he’s dabbling in shit like that. Juicy, I know G your man, but he got your brother running dope all over Harlem. I know you think he’s just supervising or keeping books or some stupid shit like that, but ever since you left Jimmy been running with the connects and making road trips, too. Word on the streets is that he might be using, too. I just thought you ought to know.”

And that wasn’t all I needed to know as I stormed out of Gino’s room and rolled up on G like I had a loaded gun to back me up.

“I need to know,” I said to him, sweeping magazines off the marble coffee table and sitting down with my legs gapped open and grilling him eye to eye, “why my fuckin brother is up in your cut room handling duji and powder. Why out of all them motherfuckers out there dying to be down on your sour dick, you have to take the one thing that means something to me and dirty it up.”

G didn’t even look at me. “You been listening to the wrong people, Juicy. Don’t let that smart-mouth bitch get your ass in a sling.”

“This ain’t about nobody but Jimmy. My motherfuckin brother.”

“Did that yellow ho tell you she got caught dippin? That she’s the reason Jimmy got sent upstairs in the first place? I needed somebody I could trust to replace her thievin ass.”

“Please.” I waved my hand. “Dicey wouldn’t even do no shit like that.”

“So who you calling a liar, Juicy?”

I was steamed. “Whose motherfuckin face am I in?”

At first I thought some boiling water had been splashed in my face, and it took me a second to realize that G had capped me. I shook my head and blew blood out of my nose, scooting backward on the low table trying to get away from the two hammers that used to be his fists.

“Bitch!” he yelled, beating me like I’d stolen something. “Dirty, nasty, trick-ass bitch!”

I couldn’t even scream. Blood was gushing down my throat, choking me, and my legs were so heavy my feet wouldn’t move.

“Pwease, G!” I stretched out my arms to him and cried through my busted lip. “Pwease!” Lord God, I prayed as his fists crashed into my face, chest, arms, and head. This nigger is trying to kill me. I got as low as I could to the floor and balled up in a knot, my hands covering my head as he slammed his fists into me.

“Get your ass up! You bad enough to get in my face about the way I run my business, you bad enough to take what you got coming!”

It was just like getting beat with a baseball bat. Home runs were being swung at my back, head, and legs, left and right. I was tight though. Curled up so tight you could have bounced my ass. That just pissed G off even more.

G was in a beating frenzy and as I twisted and turned trying to get away, all I could do was pray that Gino wouldn’t wake up and hear us and come try to save me. Both of us would end up dead. G grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my face and chest. His fist moved like a jackhammer, fucking me up with ease.