Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(41)

Apple remained frozen in his hold, preparing herself to do the unimaginable. She felt his hand against her thigh, his fingers molesting her insides. She closed her eyes and waited for him to enter her.

Supreme gripped Apple by her hips and thrust his massive size into her, causing her to shriek briefly and gasp from the raw entry. Then he grabbed her by her neck, trying to keep her stable as he f*cked her vigorously. He gripped her waist snugly, pounded his hard dick into her wet walls, and quickly took authority over her like NYPD on a Brooklyn back street.

Supreme f*cked Apple so good, she couldn’t resist the loud moan and quick burst of gasping, as he regulated every inch of her body, cupping her tits and stimulating her c-lit as he f*cked her from the back.

As Supreme tore her pu-ssy open like a Christmas gift, she clenched the bed sheets and closed her eyes, panting like a marathon runner. “Oh shit!” she cried out. “Ummm, oh shit!”

Supreme worked his strokes like he was in the porn business, and Apple’s cries of pleasure echoed out into the other room, where Don could hear them. She squirmed and felt her nut brewing, as did Supreme, who was pulling her hair and smacking her ass.

Surprisingly, Apple loved it.

“Oh, yes, that pu-ssy is tight, love. Shit, yes!” Supreme cried out, little beads of sweat glistening on his brow.

Supreme had always dreamed of having one of the twins in his bedroom, and Apple was the primary for him. He’d lusted after the young twin since she was thirteen. He didn’t give a f-uck about age.

Apple moaned as Supreme continued to f-uck her doggy-style, her face and tits pressed into the wrinkled bed sheets, ass protruding, and her legs spread open into a downward V. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his wide, long, steel-pipe dick put her into a different frame of mind. He went in deep, hammering her G-spot with strength.

Apple’s legs quivered uncontrollably, and she felt herself gasping. “Oh shit! I’m gonna come!” she cried out.

Supreme continued hammering into her pu-ssy, while Apple’s body constricted from busting her nut all over his dick. She was feeling it run down the inside of her legs. She was spent. It was so good, she felt the urge to climb up on the bed and take a nap.

But Supreme wasn’t done yet. He held her by her slim, sweaty waist steadily and continued his onslaught, f*cking her until he was about to erupt. Then he quickly pulled out and let it shoot across her back. His semen shot out of him like a Super Soaker, and his loud grunting and quaking during and after made it known that he’d enjoyed himself.

Supreme tossed Apple a towel to clean herself up. She then climbed onto the bed, and was so guilt-ridden by the deed she’d just committed, she curled herself into the fetal position and began crying, but he paid her no mind.

While putting back on his jeans, Supreme said to Apple, “Now that’s how we work things out. But I keep my promises, love, so I’m gonna take care of you. You see this place? It’s in my cousin’s name, but it’s all mine. You’re welcome to stay if you want. I know things are hard, and you need to chill, escape that bullshit around the way. But I’ma go handle my business. You can chill, though.”

Supreme walked out the bedroom shirtless and in his jeans, and met back up with his cousin in the kitchen.

Don winked at him, knowing he took care of business. He gave Supreme dap. “How was she?”

“It was somethin’ worth the wait.”

Don smiled.

“But, look, I need you to handle somethin’ for me.”

“Like what?”

“Put the word out on the streets about somethin’,” Supreme replied.

“Important?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Supreme told him what to put out on the streets, and Don replied, “I’m on it, cuz.”

Supreme smiled and then returned to his business with Apple in the bedroom. He walked in to find her still lying naked in the fetal position.

By this time, Apple had dried her tears. She looked up at Supreme and asked, “Is this really your place?”

“For now, mi casa, su casa,” he said with a welcoming smile.

When Apple smiled back, Supreme knew he had broken her. It was one of his greatest accomplishments—seeing one of the twins smiling in his bed.





CHAPTER 16




It was late evening when a few squad cars went racing down Fifth Avenue, sirens blaring.

“Shots fired! Shots fired!” crackled over the police radio.

Two cop cars made a sharp right onto 132nd Street and came across the body of a male sprawled out across the hard concrete near the overpass on Park Avenue. The victim was suffering from three gunshot wounds that hit him center mass.

Three officers first arrived on the scene, and by the look of things, they knew the victim was critical. The homeless man, his eyes lifeless, was lying face up, and blood was spilling out from his back. It wasn’t long before the man shot dead on the streets was identified by onlookers as Lil’ Meek.

A small crowd gathered around, most showing little interest for the victim, but curious to see the police action in progress. They watched from a short distance as officers taped off the scene and detectives began investigating the murder. Lil’ Meek wasn’t known to have any enemies, and he didn’t have much family around, except an elderly grandmother, who rarely left her apartment but kept in contact with her grandson.