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of the three-story brownstone on 138th Street with four ki’s in the trunk and a .380 under her seat. She dialed the core man inside, and he picked up after the second ring.
“I’m outside,” Kola said.
“A’ight,” the man replied.
Kola waited a minute until DJ exited the brownstone dressed in a brown Nautica jacket and a Yankees fitted. She watched his approach from the rearview mirror, and when he was closer to the car, she popped the trunk. DJ knew the routine. He removed the duffel bag from the trunk and slammed it shut. He was one of their preferred clients because he could afford to pay in advance. He trusted the couple and had the sixty-four thousand in cash to drop on pure, uncut coke.
DJ was from Harlem but had moved out to Cleveland, Ohio a few years earlier and set up shop there with a rough crew. He was a heavyweight in the Midwest, making frequent trips into New York for his re-up with Cross.
Kola watched DJ from the rearview mirror as he nonchalantly walked back into the brownstone with the bag. She started smoking a cigarette, thinking to herself, she would be able to move more than twelve ki’s a week.
***
Kola walked into her magnificent home on the hills and dropped the duffel bag filled with money on the table in front of Cross—$500,000.
Cross sat back in his chair and looked up at Kola. He couldn’t contain his smile any longer. His girl was a true hustler, and he respected that.
Kola beamed. “That’s all us, baby.”
“Damn!”
“I told you, we gettin’ this money, baby. We puttin’ Chico out of business with the shit we putting out there. They can’t get enough of our shit.”
Kola took a seat on Cross’ lap and began kissing on him. She loved the way his lips felt against hers, and the way he pushed his tongue into her mouth made her pussy flow. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Before long Cross no longer cared that his woman was dealing with their connect. The flow of money became his main concern along with dominating the streets of Harlem. Kola was able to handle herself, and his doubt and anger was gone once the money started pouring in. Chico was slowly fading out of the game.
“Let’s go out, baby . . . celebrate,” Kola suggested.
“Like where?”
“Anywhere. I just wanna look good for you tonight and have a good time.” Kola straddled Cross in the chair and started kissing on him again.
Cross reached around Kola and grabbed her ass firmly. He loved how her succulent ass cheeks felt in his grip. Kola felt the hard-on bulging in Cross’ jeans, and that made her yearn for the feel of him even more.
They kissed passionately while Kola grinded her pussy into his lap. She wanted to fuck him, to feel every inch of him thrusting inside of her.
Cross picked up Kola into his arms and carried her into the bedroom as she laughed like a little schoolgirl. He gently placed her on the bed and began undressing himself.
Kola stared at the treasure that was hers, admiring the rippling abs that lined his stomach and his rich, dark skin that was tight like Saran Wrap around his bone structure.
“Damn, baby!” she uttered with a smile.
Kola hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans and tore off her blouse like a lunatic. She didn’t have time for the foreplay. She wanted some dick. She was naked in a heartbeat and reached up for Cross to pull him down on top of her.
“Fuck me, baby!” she exclaimed in his ear.
She positioned herself on her back, spreading her long legs for Cross to take her like the beast he was. She loved the way Cross took control of her body. He wasn’t scared to fuck her the way she liked it—rough and with the hair-pulling.
Cross situated his thick, naked frame between Kola’s legs and thrust his steel dick into her, making her squirm in his hold.
Kola arched her back and threw her legs around Cross tightly. “Ooooh, fuck me, daddy,” she cooed.
Her eyes watered and her legs quivered. The dick inside of her felt like the sun in her face
“I’m outside,” Kola said.
“A’ight,” the man replied.
Kola waited a minute until DJ exited the brownstone dressed in a brown Nautica jacket and a Yankees fitted. She watched his approach from the rearview mirror, and when he was closer to the car, she popped the trunk. DJ knew the routine. He removed the duffel bag from the trunk and slammed it shut. He was one of their preferred clients because he could afford to pay in advance. He trusted the couple and had the sixty-four thousand in cash to drop on pure, uncut coke.
DJ was from Harlem but had moved out to Cleveland, Ohio a few years earlier and set up shop there with a rough crew. He was a heavyweight in the Midwest, making frequent trips into New York for his re-up with Cross.
Kola watched DJ from the rearview mirror as he nonchalantly walked back into the brownstone with the bag. She started smoking a cigarette, thinking to herself, she would be able to move more than twelve ki’s a week.
***
Kola walked into her magnificent home on the hills and dropped the duffel bag filled with money on the table in front of Cross—$500,000.
Cross sat back in his chair and looked up at Kola. He couldn’t contain his smile any longer. His girl was a true hustler, and he respected that.
Kola beamed. “That’s all us, baby.”
“Damn!”
“I told you, we gettin’ this money, baby. We puttin’ Chico out of business with the shit we putting out there. They can’t get enough of our shit.”
Kola took a seat on Cross’ lap and began kissing on him. She loved the way his lips felt against hers, and the way he pushed his tongue into her mouth made her pussy flow. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Before long Cross no longer cared that his woman was dealing with their connect. The flow of money became his main concern along with dominating the streets of Harlem. Kola was able to handle herself, and his doubt and anger was gone once the money started pouring in. Chico was slowly fading out of the game.
“Let’s go out, baby . . . celebrate,” Kola suggested.
“Like where?”
“Anywhere. I just wanna look good for you tonight and have a good time.” Kola straddled Cross in the chair and started kissing on him again.
Cross reached around Kola and grabbed her ass firmly. He loved how her succulent ass cheeks felt in his grip. Kola felt the hard-on bulging in Cross’ jeans, and that made her yearn for the feel of him even more.
They kissed passionately while Kola grinded her pussy into his lap. She wanted to fuck him, to feel every inch of him thrusting inside of her.
Cross picked up Kola into his arms and carried her into the bedroom as she laughed like a little schoolgirl. He gently placed her on the bed and began undressing himself.
Kola stared at the treasure that was hers, admiring the rippling abs that lined his stomach and his rich, dark skin that was tight like Saran Wrap around his bone structure.
“Damn, baby!” she uttered with a smile.
Kola hurriedly unbuttoned her jeans and tore off her blouse like a lunatic. She didn’t have time for the foreplay. She wanted some dick. She was naked in a heartbeat and reached up for Cross to pull him down on top of her.
“Fuck me, baby!” she exclaimed in his ear.
She positioned herself on her back, spreading her long legs for Cross to take her like the beast he was. She loved the way Cross took control of her body. He wasn’t scared to fuck her the way she liked it—rough and with the hair-pulling.
Cross situated his thick, naked frame between Kola’s legs and thrust his steel dick into her, making her squirm in his hold.
Kola arched her back and threw her legs around Cross tightly. “Ooooh, fuck me, daddy,” she cooed.
Her eyes watered and her legs quivered. The dick inside of her felt like the sun in her face
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