The Game Never Ends. Zaire Crown

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      Marcus rolled onto his back, expelled a heavy breath. “You’ve never heard of Rene Rodriguez—I know it without having to ask. He’s a Mexican immigrant who been living in San Antonio since the sixties, and on the low is one of the richest muthafuckas in America. Rene had control of the border towns in Texas and been responsible for half the product coming up from Mexico since the early eighties.

      “When I was twenty-two, I was down there working for his son. I was just a goon but, for whatever reason, the old man took a shine to me. After his son died, Rene became like a father to me—and this was back when a lot of Latinos wasn’t fucking with blacks like that. You never wondered how a regular nigga like me was able to get plugged on that level? Rene was my connect—later on, he gave me his blessing to start my own thing.”

      Tuesday was fascinated because Marcus never talked about his past. Most of what she knew about Sebastian Caine was centered around myths that circulated through the hood, despite the fact that they slept in the same bed and were raising two children together.

      She started to piece things together for herself. “Rene’s got to be pretty old by now. He’s dying. That’s what this whole thing is about?”

      Marcus rewarded her correct assessment with a brief smile. “Stage four liver cancer—he doesn’t have long. A group of us have to discuss how things are gonna shake out after he’s gone. I also have to go pay my respects.”

      Tuesday was hungry for more but knew that even this small scrap of information was like a buffet when coming from him. It still put her at ease somewhat since she could now understand his concerns.

      She asked, “When do you have to go?”

      “Next week. I’m leaving on Wednesday.”

      Tuesday moved closer to him. Her eyes were gray and serious when she said, “Thank you for telling me.”

      He pulled back the silky black hair that hung to conceal part of her face. “Bae, I’m wrong for not telling you sooner. Even with the rings and kids, I know sometimes it just feel like we’re playing family. But in order for our thing to be real, we have to let each other in.”

      Marcus was bathed in the violet glow that filtered into the window, falling across their bed. He stared at her through coffee-colored eyes with thick brows. His neatly-trimmed goatee framed pink juicy lips.

      Tuesday didn’t know at what point she started kissing them. She just found herself on top of Marcus, pulling off his wifebeater. He had a broad chest from years of lifting weights which Tuesday covered with light kisses.

      He stopped her as she pecked her way down his eight-pack abs. “If you gone hook me up, do it right.”

      Tuesday looked up at him. “What’cho mean?”

      “I’m just sayin’ if you gone bless me, bless me with the real shit. Don’t shortchange me.”

      Tuesday smirked. “Nigga, I know you ain’t sayin’ my head done got whack?”

      “Not whack because you better than most when you ain’t even trying. But you ain’t been giving me yo’ best either. Lately you ain’t been goin’ hard.”

      Tuesday pretended like she didn’t know what he was talking about when she actually did. The distance between them had Tuesday capping him off more out of obligation than genuine enthusiasm. She didn’t notice the drop-off in her performance but he obviously had.

      “Or maybe you was just saving your best tongue work for yo’ girl?”

      That came out of left field and caught Tuesday totally off guard. Her eyes went buck but she caught herself before she gave away too much. “Boy, what is you talkin’ bout?”

      Marcus gave her a bitch please look. “You really gone sit here and do that?

      “At first I ain’t give a fuck cause I figure it was just you havin’ some fun, relieving some stress. But now it’s affecting shit at work and at home. You need to shut that shit down like yesterday.”

      Tuesday didn’t know why she was so surprised that Marcus knew about Shaun; since she had known him he made it his business to know about everything that happened around him. She didn’t think he actually had people following her but couldn’t rule that out either. Her husband had enough clout to have somebody in the CIA watching her with a satellite.

      Tuesday was busted but still tried to play dumb. “Bae, for real. What’cho talkin’ about?”

      Marcus just smiled. He saw the game she wanted to play and just left it alone. “So what’s happenin’? Can a nigga still get hooked up or what?”

      Tuesday had always taken pride in her skills and felt some type of way at hearing her man was not satisfied. She wanted to make up for that and remind him of what she could do. So when she tugged down his shorts, she devoured the dick. She took the length of him hungrily, all throat and no hands. Marcus cuffed the back of her head and groaned in ecstasy.

      It hardly took five minutes of Tuesday using her special corkscrew technique to push him to a powerful explosion. He cursed out loud, unloaded into her warm, wet mouth while she continued to suck and swallow.

      Marcus was lying on his back, head still spinning when Tuesday asked, “Was that my A-game or what?”

      “Oh, now you gone get arrogant. Bitch come here!”

      He pulled Tuesday on top of him and when he pulled off her Tigers T-shirt, there was nothing underneath because, while he might not have earned the sexy lingerie, she still knew she was going to fuck him. She teased his semi-hard dick back to a full erection then sat on it and began to grind in slow circles.

      Most of the rich housewives were flocking to get plastic surgery and Tuesday was no exception. She only got a boob job because nursing Tanisha had left her tits deflated. She selected a modest 36C that looked and felt natural.

      She was on top riding Marcus while he matched her rhythm with upward thrusts. That big dick was hitting her spot and she couldn’t control herself. He sat up to feed on her nipples while putting fingers in her ass. Marcus stroked her deep and told her the pussy was his and Tuesday moaned in agreement.

      What Shaun and many previous lovers couldn’t accept was that, while Tuesday sometimes used women for recreation, she could never be a full-on lesbian. She was too attracted to masculinity. With women Tuesday typically took the more dominant role but at heart was a submissive. She loved rough sex and was most turned on when being manhandled and controlled in the way that only a thuggish nigga could.

      So when Marcus flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her from behind, she was already cumming again. He had her face down on her knees, tugging at a fistful of new weave. He pounded her from the back and groaned, “Damn bitch, ’dis ass so fat!” and the sound of it slapping against his pelvis echoed throughout the room.

      Forty-five minutes and two positions later, Tuesday was on top again, riding him reverse cowgirl. Marcus had rolled a blunt from their personal stash of premium kush. They passed it back and forth while Tuesday put СКАЧАТЬ