The devil wears timbs 3, p.3
The Devil Wears Timbs 3, page 3
Antoinette left the living room and returned wearing latex gloves and toting a black trash bag. She helped her man pull off his blood splattered top, sweats and Timbs. She stuffed the items into the bag, tied it up and set it aside. She then took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and helped him into the tub. She washed him up as he stood underneath the spray of the showerhead.
All of a sudden she broke down crying, bowing her head and sniffling. Her shoulders shook as she wept, tears dripping as quickly as she wiped them away.
Ronny turned the showerhead away from him. He ran his hand down his face, sweeping the access water away. The creases of his forehead deepened when he looked to his woman. He killed the shower water and kneeled down to her in the tub, tilting her chin up so they’d be at eye level.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked concerned. She was his queen and he wanted to do nothing more than to ease her pain. If she was hurting, then he was hurting ten times worse.
“I don’t—I don’t feel pretty anymore. Since the rape I’ve been feeling so ugly, babe.”
“Awww, boo, you’re pretty. You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” He hugged her to his wet chest and kissed the top of her head.
She pulled away and looked up into his face, eyes trickling wetness.
“You still think I’m pretty, really?” She asked with hopeful eyes.
“Yes, baby, I still think you’re pretty.” His sincerity dripped from his vocal cords.
“You don’t think I’m disgusting?” He shook his head no. “Do you—do you still want me?” Her voice crackled and she sniffled.
“Always and forever.” He told her.
A lone tear ran down her cheek but he swiped it away with his thumb before it could meet the floor. He then kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
“Prove it.”
“How?” he asked, willing to do anything in order to make her feel as beautiful as he believed she was, inside and out.
“I want you to make love to me.”
“Okay.” He nodded, taking her by the chin and kissing her lips as if they were glazed with honey. “Let me dry off and I’ma take care of you.”
Ronny dried off the front of his chest and arms while his lady tended to his back and legs. Once they were done, he took Antoinette by the hand and led her into the bedroom where they made passionate love. He didn’t care about getting off, that night he only lived to please his woman in every sexual way imaginable. At the end of their escapade, Antoinette lay against his slightly hairy chest with a smirk on her face. He kissed her forehead and stared up at the ceiling with one hand behind his head.
I ain’t gon’ stop, mothafucka. You hear me? I ain’t gon’ stop until they’re shoveling dirt onto your coffin. That’s on everything I love. His last thoughts were of Malvo before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
*****
There was a full moon reining in the dark sky. All that could be heard besides crickets were the grunts of a man and a woman as they dug up the ground. Amazon and Ponytail were covered in smears of dirt. They took the time to stop and wipe their faces and foreheads with rags before stuffing them into their back pockets.
“Damn, did you have to kill the kid, though?” Amazon asked.
“I told her don’t move, but she did.” He scowled, switching the shovel to his other hand. ”What do you want from me, huh?”
“I’m just saying, that’s all,” She went back to shoveling up dirt.
“Less saying and more digging,” he spat with contempt.
“Kiss my ass.” She spoke heatedly, smacking her butt.
“Suck it!” He grabbed the bulge in his pants. She gave him the middle finger. “Bah.” He waved her off.
The Greek mobsters went about the task of digging more holes, three to be exact. Lying alongside a pile of dirt they’d dug was a short body wrapped up in black garbage bags. Once they were finished with the hole, Ponytail scooped up the body and dropped it down in the hole. He then pulled a flask from his back pocket and took a quick drink, before dousing the body with some of the alcohol.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
CHAPTER THREE
Fear looked over the orange pill bottle that contained the pain killers before popping the cap. He dumped one into the palm of his hand and threw it back. He then picked up the glass of water from the dresser and took a sip, washing it down. He kicked off his Timbs and lay back in bed, tucking a pillow behind his head. He’d just closed his eyes when the door opened and Eureka stepped in, pulling it shut behind her.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright,” he exhaled.
“I’m sorry that was a dumb ass question,” she said, once she’d thought about it. The man had a gash in his stomach and his life’s savings had been stolen. Of course he wasn’t fine. She couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling or what was going through his head. She couldn’t help but to feel responsible. If she hadn’t insisted on him letting her mother stay at his house, then shit wouldn’t have went down like that. She could have kicked herself in the ass for the judgment call she made. It was foolish of her to think she could treat her mother like a regular person instead of someone with an illness.
Eureka pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.”
“I heard you the first couple of hundred times, Reka.” He spoke with his eyes closed, tired of hearing her apologize. Her saying sorry wasn’t making him feel better and it sure as shit wasn’t going to bring back that safe.
“I know, boo.” She straddled his body, coming face to face with him. He opened his eyes and saw a grin curling the end of her lips. He returned the gesture as she nuzzled her nose at the crease of his neck, giving him a hickey.
“Mmmm.” He loved the feeling of her warm mouth sucking on his flesh. His chocolate hands curved around her waist and slipped her pants down around her ample bottom, revealing her black thong. He grabbed two big handfuls of her ass and booty meat seeped out between his fingers.
Eureka’s tongue pierced between her lips and her head dipped, traveling along his collarbone and sliding up his neck. He hissed as she bit gently into the soft flesh underneath his chin, sucking on it as if it were a pregnant nipple ripe with milk.
“You like that, huh?” she questioned, feeling his steel press against her stomach as it rose to the occasion.
She slid down his torso and met his crotch, gently biting on his bulge through the jeans as she stared up at him seductively. She flashed him a naughty smile before she began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She pulled them off and along came his boxer-briefs. Once the jeans had made it from over his dick, it jumped back up pulsating. His dick had curled up so high it was nearly touching his stomach. Eureka’s cheeks puffed up as she hawked up saliva and spat on his joint. She watched her spit splatter against his meat and slide down. Before the white goo could meet his nut-sack, she grabbed his endowment by the shaft, stroking it up and down. She started off slowly at first and then she sped up causing his eyes to narrow and him to gasp. Her delicate touch felt exuberant to him. It made the veins in his cock bulge and caused the size of its head to double. His shit grew a little in width and length. She slowed her stroking and licked him underneath his shaft up to his helmet. She swirled her tongue around it and watched as his body shivered. She placed her mouth just at the head of the top of his member and sucked on it. He rasped and reached to push her head down further on his manhood, but she smacked his hand away.
“Uh uh,” she shook her head no and wagged her finger. Her mouth engorged him. She guided her lips up and down his chocolate pole, spilling hot saliva down it and making all of those nasty sounds that drove him wild. She took him into the back of her throat and when he couldn’t go any further, she pushed him in just a little more. She gagged some and veins appeared on her forehead and neck. She then hummed Amazing Grace and went back to tonguing him down. His big toes pointed while the other toes balled up. He clenched his ass cheeks and licked his lips. She was only giving him half of that juicy mouth but goddamn her head game was official.
He closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his head. A smirk made an appearance on his face as he listened to her sucking, slurping, humming and moaning as if it were music playing on his headphones. When she stopped his eyelids peeled open to find her using her mouth to slide a condom down onto his meat. She got it on about half way before she rolled it down the rest of the way with her hands. She removed her top and peeled off her black thong, tossing them aside. She turned her back to him and kneeled. She grabbed his dick and eased down until his width filled the void between her legs.
Her head snapped back and she gasped when she’d gotten about halfway down, her warm juices flowing down his shaft. Once she had all of him up in her, she began working her hips with her pussy puking and regurgitating his meat. Fear grabbed a hold of each one of her buttocks controlling the pace she went. She had started riding him too fast. Although it felt good, he could feel himself about to bust off and he wanted to prolong the spectacular experience.
“Mmmm! Mmmm!” Her eyes were closed as she slowly rode him, feeling his pole massage her insides. From the sounds he was making she could tell he was enjoying it too. That turned her on. She wanted to know her man was enjoying their sexing as much as she was. He rubbed her ass and spanked each cheek, the slaps growing louder and harder each time his open palm met them. She hissed feeling the stings that brought her both pain and pleasure.
He slapped her one more time on her ass. “Hop off, baby.” She fell off to the side of the bed and he got up. He stroked his cock with one hand while telling her how to lay with the other.
“Yeah, there you go, just like that.” He grinned and nodded, appeased by the way she’d followed his instructions to the T. He stepped to the bed, snatching her to the edge of it and parting her legs. He held one up while she held the other. He smacked his steel against her swollen clit and slid it up and down the slit of her womanhood. Her pussy ran with her warm liquid and stained the sheet. A smirk came across his face as he watched her massage that tender flap of meat that was nestled between her southern lips. She couldn’t wait to feel him all up in her. She was burning up, screaming to be fucked and he couldn’t wait to oblige her.
Having grown tired of the teasing, he drew his dick back and glided it into her pink wetness. She gasped feeling him slide inside of her treasure. He grabbed her other leg and held them both apart, gently thrusting in and out of her hole. Her nostril flared and she exhaled, feeling the head of him spearing her G-spot. He gave her half of him, then all of him. Going down in that thang deep to the end of his shaft and then pulling it back out to the tip. His strokes were slow and measured, and her small breasts jumped with each one that he delivered.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!” She breathed with her eyes closed, gripping the sheets. He went faster. Pushing his love in as far as it would go and pulling out, only to make another deposit. “Baby, don’t—don’t— don’t stop.” Her eyes rolled and she bit down on her bottom lip. He brought her small foot to his lips and his tongue made a cameo appearance. He licked her from the ball of her foot and up the arch. Discovering her toes, he sucked on the biggest one before moving to the second, the third, and then finally settling on them all.
“Mmmm,” he said, mouthing on half of her foot while staring down at her pleasured face. He pampered the other foot as well, sucking hard on the ball of it. She massaged her breasts and squeezed her nipples, which were as hard as ever. He felt good, so good that her cum oozed around his girth looking like soap foam.
He held her feet together, going back and forth between licking and sucking on them
“Faster. Faster. Oooh. Faster.” Her eyes went to their whites. Her nostrils grew even wider as she tightened her jaws. He opened her legs wide and pumped faster, showing that pussy who was boss and who it worked for.
Al Simpson, goddamn it, and don’t you ever forget it.
“Ooooooh,” her face contorted, forehead wrinkling as her lips puckered up. She massaged her breast with one hand and rubbed on her clit with the other, intensifying the sensual experience as he beat that mothafucking pussy up. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as sweat cascaded down his face and back. He was diving in and out of her cunt, causing the bed to shift as he threw that dick.
His tongue hung out of his mouth like Michael Jordan as he held her by the bottoms of her foot and jabbed that pole of his in and out of her. He looked down watching his shit stoke her middle, causing her sex to ooze with its very own cream.
He felt his loins growing sensitive with each stroke which meant he was about to shoot his load. His face morphed into something grotesque as he worked her feverishly.
He threw his head back as sweat made his entire form glisten.
“Oooooooooh.” She made that noise that let him know he was tearing it up.
“Uh—Uh—Uh—Shit—Awww, damn!” He talked that shit, staring up at the ceiling.
“Cum for me, baby. Bust that nut!” She hollered, stroking her swollen flap of meat faster, trying to get off one more time before he got his.
“Aww, shit. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, baby. Ahhhhh!” The tension released his body and fulfillment was painted across his face. His form jumped a couple of times having just unleashed a mean ass nut. He fell over on to the bed beside Eureka panting out of breath. “Goddamn, a nigga needed that, good looking out, boo.”
“Shit, I should be thanking you.” She scooted her ass up against his flaccid meat and drew his arm around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck and behind her ears, which caused her to giggle because she was ticklish. He smirked, thinking of how childlike she was.
Their bodies were hot and sticky, but they didn’t mind because there wasn’t any place they would rather be than wrapped up in one another’s arms. Fear placed tender kisses up Eureka’s spine as she grew quiet and still, thinking.
“Babe,” she began.
“Yeah,” he answered between kisses.
“What’s going to happen should you ever run into my mother?”
His kisses abruptly stopped. He pressed his forehead against the back of her head and exhaled, thinking on it.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Reka. Your mother stole every cent I had. You know the caliber of nigga I am. That’s an offense punishable by death.” When he said that, she turned around to face him sporting a disturbed expression.
“Fear, are you telling me that you’re going to kill my mother?” She looked deeply into his eyes, trying to see if she could gage what was on his mind but she couldn’t. He was good at hiding his feelings. You wouldn’t know where his head was unless he told you.
“No,” he answered. “I’m telling you I don’t know what’s going to happen should we ever cross paths. That’s all I’ve got to give you right now, so I hope it’s enough. Let’s worry about your mother when the time comes, okay?” Her eyes wondered away from his and he lifted her chin with a curled finger. Their eyes had a reunion.
“Okay?” she nodded yes and he kissed her lovingly.
“Come on, I need to shower.” He took her hand and led her into the bathroom.
*****
“Anyway, I figure Thursday night we hit this nigga, Arkane.” Fear passed Eureka the loofah so she could wash his back. “What chu think?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Alright then, Thursday night it is.”
He turned his back to her, allowing the spray of water to hit his face and chest, rinsing off the soap. She took the loofah and was about to wash his back when she noticed the welts from a whipping he’d gotten some time ago. Not feeling the loofah hit his back yet, Fear turned around raising an eyebrow. The expression on her face told him she was curious as to why he’d allowed himself to be beaten so brutally. She remembered seeing the welts that night in the garage when he’d given Constance a lashing. Although she did admire him for not holding himself above his law, she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to feel he’d deserve to be scarred for life.
Fear placed his hands flat on the tiled wall and hung his head, letting the water beat down on the top of his scalp and roll off of his face. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. “Wash my back and I’ll tell you how I got them.”
She shook her head no. “No. It’s cool. You don’t have—
“It’s alright. I know you’re curious as to how and I’m in the mood to tell.” He told her, eyes still closed. Eureka began lathering his back with the loofah as he started to tell the tale of how he’d earned his scars.
Fear was called upon to gather intelligence on a mafia wise guy by the name of Mickey Carbone. Mickey was rumored to be carrying on an affair with the wife of his boss. For the next two weeks the killer kept his charge under surveillance. He gathered more than enough photographic evidence to prove that the capo was indeed stepping out with his boss’s wife. When he brought said photos to his client’s attention, he immediately ordered the executions of his wife and his successor.
Fear caught up with the adulteress and done away with her with ease, two to the back of the cranium put her to sleep for an eternity. With her out of the way, he set his sights on old Mickey. But when the man next to the man caught wind that his fuck-buddy had met with the grave, he tucked his tail and ran out of state. It took a while but Fear was finally able to locate him.
