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  “Onika!” he yelled.

  Onika ignored him and stomped toward the car.

  “Onika! Baby!” he yelled louder as hastened his steps to catch up with her.

  Onika suddenly stopped and jerked around angrily. “Stop fuckin’ calling my name all loud out in public. I thought we was supposed to be keeping this shit on the low.” She sucked her teeth and then shot an ominous look at the upper windows of the apartment building. Matt followed her upward gaze.

  “Nigga’s up there peepin’ this shit,” she warned him. “They looking at your dumb ass, acting all stupid and shit…” Onika paused, grimacing in disgust. “Running after me; screaming my name, puttin’ me on blast.” She blew out a disgusted burst of air. “Damn, nigga, you need to get a fuckin’ grip.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Onika’s pleasant disposition had changed overnight. Matthew Wheeler had never experienced such glaring disrespect, not from a man and certainly not from a woman. But what could he do? She had a hold on him and she knew it. She was the only woman who could get his dick hard. He needed her. He’d just have to have a stiff upper lip and endure her volcanic tantrums.

  Onika leaned impatiently against the passenger door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other—huffing and puffing as she waited for Matt to unlock the door. Instead of doing so, he approached her. There was a long silence as he stood next to her. He was in a quandary as to how to improve her mood and get her to spend some time with him.

  She gave a low hollow laugh. “You gonna unlock the door or are we just gonna stand out here like two assholes?”

  Matt had never felt so helpless in his life. He didn’t want to take Onika back to the Recovery House, but he couldn’t afford to keep doling out cash. It seemed no matter what he did, it wasn’t enough; she always wanted more. He thought he earned enough money to afford a girl on the side, but with Onika’s ever-increasing needs, he was going to have to triple his income to keep her happy.

  Resignedly, Matt relented. He gave Onika two of the fifty-dollar bills he’d gotten from his wife earlier that morning. “You hungry, baby—wanna stop somewhere and get something to eat?” he asked meekly.

  She shook her head adamantly. “Hell no!” She peered at the money. “Now I can afford to go to a real hair stylist instead of letting that new blackout mess up my hair with a bad perm. I gotta call the beauty salon and see what time my hair stylist can fit me in.” She pulled out the cell and started pushing numbers. Matt looked close to tears as he listened to her make arrangements to visit the salon.

  “She can see me in an hour,” she said brightly, as if she were giving Matt good news. “Can you give me a ride to Yeadon?”

  Matt covered Onika’s hand with his and gently squeezed it. “I thought we were going to spend some quality time together. Can’t you push your appointment back a few hours?”

  “My stylist don’t play that shit,” she snapped, pulling her hand from his grasp. “I’m lucky she can squeeze me in with such short notice.” Then, noticing Matt’s woebegone expression, Onika softened her tone. “Look, we ain’t got a whole lot of time to get a room, but I know a spot not too far from here in Crozier Park. It’s real private; nobody will bother us there.”

  Matt squinted skeptically. “You want to have sex outside in the park?”

  “No, asshole. I was talking about doing it in the car.”

  Matt winced at being called an asshole, but he took the insult without comment. His eyes traveled over her attire. “But you’re wearing jeans. How will we manage?” he asked, apprehensive.

  Onika arched a brow. “Damn, why you gotta question everything? You’re really fuckin’ up my mood.” She sucked her teeth. “For your information—” Onika paused, and then sighed heavily—“there’s a little split in the crotch of my jeans.” She waited for Matt to respond. He gave her a blank look. “Let me break it down for you…if you promise to buy me another pair, I’ll rip the split wide open.”

  He was speechless. Onika’s demand for more money was outrageous. She was really working him over and he was helpless to deny her.

  “Why you acting all quiet? If I rip open my jeans, are you gonna buy me another pair?”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t rip your good jeans…” he stammered, hoping he sounded concerned about destroying a perfectly good pair of jeans when he was actually desperate to hold on to his remaining cash.

  “They’re already ripped, dickhead,” she screamed at him. “You’re so fuckin’ stingy. Too cheap to buy me a twenty-dollar pair of jeans. I don’t need this bullshit. Open the fuckin’ door,” she shouted and then folded her long arms defiantly.

  “Onika. I don’t appreciate the language you’re using. I was only suggesting that it would be a waste of money to deliberately destroy your clothing. I don’t mind buying another pair but it seems an unnecessary cost when you can easily pull your pants down.”

  “Why should I pull them down? It ain’t like you gonna fuck me or nothing. All you can do is eat pussy. I was trying to make it convenient for you. But you don’t appreciate nothing. Shit, I was prepared to let you eat my pussy for an hour. Well, maybe not a whole hour because I gotta get my hair done, but I was gonna let you suck on it for at least a half-hour or so. But fuck it, you obviously don’t like the way my stuff tastes.” She spun around and faced the passenger door. “Open the fuckin’ door and take me back to the Recovery House,” she exploded as she yanked on the door handle.

  If he took Onika back to the womens’ house, he’d end up with nothing to show for the money he’d already given her. Not to mention the down payment he’d put on the apartment. Realizing it was in his best interest to give her twenty dollars more, Matt reached in his pocket and produced a crinkled bill. “Here, baby. Here’s some more money.”

  “I don’t want it,” she said with her back to him. “You get on my nerves so bad, I swear to God, you make me want to get high again.”

  Her threat was effective. Matt approached her from behind and pushed the twenty into the back pocket of her jeans. He pressed up against her lean buttocks and whispered in her ear, “When I get my tongue inside those jeans, I’m going to show you how much I love the way you taste.”

  Onika spun around. “You’re so good to me. I’m sorry I cussed at you, Mr. Wheeler. I got a real bad temper. But from now on, I promise, I’m gonna try my best to keep it in check.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I know you been through a lot in your young life. Kicking a drug habit and staying straight can’t be easy. If I was giving you the kind of sex you deserve you wouldn’t get so frustrated.” Matt squeezed Onika’s arm reassuringly. “Until I start satisfying you like a real man, you have my permission to lash out at me. I can hold up against a little profanity. I’d rather you curse at me than take out your frustration by getting high again.”

  Onika looked absolutely gleeful. “You don’t mind if I cuss you out from time to time?”

  Matt shook his head solemnly.

  “For real, Mr. Wheeler?”

  “You can cuss me out if you need to, baby,” he said in a martyred tone.

  Onika squealed in delight. “You’re so understanding, Mr. Wheeler. See, now you’re giving me something I can work with. I can’t be keeping my emotions all pent up inside. When I get mad, I gotta get shit off my chest.”

  Pleased that Onika no longer seemed angry, Matt added, “I respect your honesty, Onika.”

  She sighed wistfully. “Maybe it’s the freak in me, but for some reason, my pussy got all hot and bothered when you said you want me to cuss you out until you start fucking me like a real man.”

  He hadn’t actually said he wanted her to belittle him with profanity, but he didn’t bother to correct Onika. Hopefully, after a long sip of her juices, he’d be able to sustain a mighty erection and then he’d show her who really wore the pants.

  After Matt unlocked the door, Onika eagerly slid into the passenger seat.

  “You really scared me, baby.”

  Confused, Onik
a squinted at him.

  “I shouldn’t have hesitated when you expressed the desire to make love in the park. It’s clear that I’m going to have to act more spontaneous. I’m going to have to stop behaving like an old man.” He shook his head ruefully.

  “You don’t have to step your game up, Mr. Wheeler. I like you just the way you are,” she said, giving him a tolerant smile.

  “But you admitted that it bothers you that I’ve yet to make love to you the way you deserve.”

  Onika shook her head. “I was talkin’ shit because I was mad. I don’t think nobody’s dick can make me cum the way your tongue does.”

  Matt brightened visibly. “That makes me feel slightly better. But I want to make love to you, Onika. A man shouldn’t have to rely on oral skills to keep his woman happy.”

  A spark of sudden anger flashed in Onika’s eyes. “Look, I already said I was happy. Your dick issues ain’t my problem. Now if you don’t wanna eat no more pussy just say so!”

  “Baby,” Matt said softly, cajolingly, and then patted her arm. “I love performing oral sex on you.” He chuckled suddenly. “I tell myself that your juices give me youth and stamina.”

  Onika’s sour expression morphed to a beaming smile. “Get outta here.” She sounded flattered. “You really think I got some youth juice up in my pussy?”

  Matt nodded. “You don’t realize it, but my penis gets as hard as iron. I’m like a horny eighteen-year-old when I have your taste in my mouth. Nobody, not even my wife, can make me feel as youthful and virile as you do.”

  “That’s whassup, Mr. Wheeler,” Onika said, beaming with pride. “So, look…” her voice trailed off as she stared into space.

  “What?” Matt asked.

  “On Monday while the crew is hard at work, you and me gon’ sneak off and jet back to my new apartment. If you want me to, I can sit on your face and let you stick your tongue in my hole for the whole shift,” she offered.

  The promise of unlimited access to her snatch and its sweet elixir gave Matt a rush of warmth. In fact, he could feel his member stiffening at the very thought of giving Onika a serious tongue-job. Excited, he started the car and swung out of the lot.

  A few minutes later, Matt pulled into a secluded area in the park. He felt conspicuous in broad daylight, but Onika assured him that nobody ever ventured into the area. He wanted to ask her how she knew with such certainty, but decided he didn’t really want to know the answer.

  She tumbled into the backseat. Like a contortionist, she pulled up both legs and pressed them into her chest. She didn’t have on panties, and her vagina was fully visible and accessible through the split in the crotch of her jeans.

  The sight was so erotic, blood instantly rushed to Matt’s shaft and it was harder than ever before. Afraid he’d lose his erection, he decided to forgo cunnilingus. He quickly unzipped his pants and released his penis. Seeing his member fully erect was such a beautiful sight, he couldn’t help but admire it.

  “Come on, Mr. Wheeler, whatchu waiting for?” Onika shouted impatiently.

  Instantly, his dick went soft in his hand. Not wanting to incur Onika’s ire if he dawdled trying to get his dick back up, he resignedly positioned his head between her legs and began to gently lick her labia. If he worked slowly, perhaps the hard-on would return.

  Onika squirmed away. “Whatchu doin’? The way you licking my coochie feels nasty and creepy as shit. Stop playing around, Mr. Wheeler. Eat my pussy like you got some damn sense,” she shouted and then banged her kneecaps hard against the sides of his head. His eardrums rang from the sudden blow.

  Her abuse had escalated from verbal to physical, but Matt accepted it as just punishment. A young girl deserved a man who could lay heavy pipe, not an impotent, practically middle-aged loser.

  Determinedly, he stiffened his tongue and probed long and hard, until he felt the heat from her pussy warming his tongue. As spasms jerked her body, he separated her labia and slipped his limp penis into the gooey warmth. It would have been thrilling to be able to drive his dick inside deeply, but it was too soft to achieve proper penetration.

  Rubbing the head of his dick into her creamy cum, he became surprisingly rigid. The time had come to fuck Onika’s brains out. Elated, Matt attempted to penetrate. But he was so excited he quickly climaxed, too quickly to experience any pleasure from the experience. He was so disappointed, he punched the back of the driver’s seat.

  “Goddamn. You ain’t gotta take out your frustration on the car seat.” Onika glared at him, then reached her lanky body over the passenger seat to grab the box of tissues that Matt kept in the glove compartment.

  “I let you bust a nut but you still gotta act like a damn asshole,” she mumbled as she used a wad of tissues to wipe between her legs.

  He couldn’t blame Onika for her complete loss of respect for him. He wasn’t handling his business right. If he could maintain an erection and give her the hard dick a man was supposed to provide, certainly he’d regain the respect she once had for him. Until then, he’d have to accept that he deserved her contempt.

  His wife’s suggestion that he think about getting a prescription for Viagra was starting to sound appealing.

  CHAPTER 10

  While her husband had decided to pass up his day off to labor at his cleaning business, Regina had spent an entire Saturday relaxing in bed, indulging her sensuality. Private sessions with her new sex toy had become more than just a pastime. Each time Regina eased the vibrating penile object into her hot spot, she became more attached, more dependent on the mechanical device.

  The need to relieve her sexual tension was bordering on obsession. A magnificent obsession! Oddly, she now considered her husband a great humanitarian—a living saint. By leaving the house to work on his day off, Matt had inadvertently provided her with extended time and privacy to discover her G-spot. And after that great discovery, she was certain her life would never be quite the same.

  Brushing back damp ringlets, the result of intense and repeated orgasms, Regina traipsed down the basement stairs and carefully concealed the object of her obsession. She gave the vibrator one last look before nestling it amid her secret stash. Hopefully her horniness had been satiated for the day, and she’d have the willpower to get through the preparation of her husband’s dinner without interruption.

  But it was only wishful thinking. Five minutes into chopping vegetables and boiling water for pasta, she felt the beginnings of a gentle stirring between her legs. She tried her best to ignore it, but the mild arousal began building again until it became incessant hot pangs, insisting she stop everything. Entranced, seeming without a will of her own, she responded to the sex call and obediently covered the pots and pans she’d been tending to and turned off the burners.

  But before rushing back down the basement stairs to rip the vibrator from its hiding place, she managed to come out of her sex-induced stupor long enough to call Matt. She needed to gauge how much time she had before he came bursting through the front door.

  Matt answered his cell sounding breathless.

  “Hi, honey. Where are you?”

  “Still working. I’ll be here for another hour or so,” he said, sounding both annoyed and distracted.

  Good! “Okay, I’ll see you when you get home,” Regina replied pleasantly. She had at least another hour of leisure time. She had to hand it to herself, she was fast on her feet. It took some really quick thinking for her to postpone the masturbation session to determine Matt’s whereabouts. God forbid Matt should arrive home and find her lying on her back with her legs agape, moaning in time with the low hum of the battery-operated dick.

  After a powerful orgasm, it took a moment for Regina’s heart rate to slow down. Lying in bed, spent and dreamy-eyed, it seemed unfair that she had to come out of her comfort zone and trudge back down to the basement to get rid of the evidence. Evidence of what? she asked herself as indignation propelled her to bolt upright. The only evidence in her bedroom was the fact that her husband was
terrible in bed! It would serve Matt right if he discovered the imitation dick that was keeping his sex-starved wife satisfied.

  In her mind, Matt had been quickly demoted from saint to sinner. She’d asked him to get professional help and he’d refused. Selfish and insensitive, he’d never provided any emotional support after they’d lost their son. He had his nephew. She was left hanging, alone with her unresolved grief.

  Exploring her sexuality was an awakening. What the hell did she need Matt for? His money? What a laugh. All his extra money went into his business and she could afford to support herself. It was time to stop accepting their problem. She absolutely deserved a healthy sex life. Feeling sexually attractive was an essential part of a woman’s existence.

  Matt, she decided with a sigh, was on very shaky ground.

  As Regina flirted with the thought of leaving her husband, she heard his car pulling into the driveway. But she wasn’t as brave as she’d thought. Instead of meeting him at the door and brazenly waving the plastic dick in his face, she stuffed it in her lingerie drawer.

  And as far as asking for a divorce…it would be totally out of character for her to make such a brash move. No, she’d have to give the subject a lot more thought. Calm down, she told herself. The multiple orgasms were making her lose her mind. Smiling a secret smile, Regina glanced in the mirror and ran a brush through her hair and then went downstairs to finish preparing dinner.

  In the confines of his small room, Cochise completed the last set of pushups. He was strong as an ox. Cock strong! Yeah, that’s what they said about men like him. Being cock strong and furious was a lethal combination, which was why he’d walked away from the dude who had accused him of stealing his cigarettes. Cochise didn’t even smoke. Had he gripped the brother by the neck the way he imagined himself doing, that man would be dead right now. But Cochise had wisely walked away. His accuser was new in the mens’ house and had mistaken Cochise’s quiet demeanor and reddish skin tone for someone who was on some punk-ass shit. Yeah, Cochise had walked away. It was a slow walk with a defiant swagger and by now the big-mouth dude had been schooled by his housemates that everyone in the Recovery House gave Cochise mad respect.