Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(55)

“You like that?” Bunny Rabbit asked, turning to face him.

“Yes.”

With her naked body pressed against him and her large tit cupped in his hand, Bunny Rabbit began unzipping his pants. She reached inside for his hard-on and pulled it out so she could please it better.

The man moaned with gratification, feeling Bunny Rabbit’s soft, manicured hand gripping the tip of his erection. With his dick still in her hold, she stroked him lightly and pressed against him more with her naked b-reasts touching his suited chest.

She leaned into his ear and seductively asked, “You want me to f-uck you, suck you, or both?”

The man’s breath was sparse with excitement, and Bunny felt his dick throbbing in her hand. She wanted to enjoy it either way—in her pu-ssy or in her mouth. She continued to stroke and toy with his dick. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her lips were soft like cotton.

“You choose,” he said.

Liking his response, she smiled before dropping to her knees and taking his hard, pulsating, penis into her mouth. As she rocked her head back and forth into him, the stranger gasped, reclining and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He ran his hand through Bunny Rabbit’s thick, black hair and felt his knees about to buckle as she sucked his dick like the professional she was. It felt like his dick was in a vacuum tube.

Soon after, she gave him a condom, curved herself over to grip the brick wall, and waited for the penetration. He thrust himself into her, but it was a quick f-uck. Bunny Rabbit had gotten him so excited, he came shortly after entry. He pulled out, somewhat embarrassed.

Bunny Rabbit smiled genially and said, “Don’t worry, honey. My pu-ssy has that effect. You ain’t the only one.” As he pulled up his pants and smiled back, Bunny Rabbit noticed her boss Kola arriving.

Kola arrived at her party an hour after it started. She walked through her event with a proud smile. She was well liked and respected. She was greeting her girls, admiring the turnout, and looking stunning in a sheer black dress, embellished with sequins and cut to hug the body, underneath a sheer robe with long sleeves and shimmering sequin trim.

She also wore a thong panty, and her long legs strutted around in a pair of six-inch stilettos. Kola moved through the loft with authority, making sure everything was in order, from the music, money, and liquor, to making sure her regulars were satisfied with the girls.

She stood around talking to Gina and marveled at the orgy she put together. Screaming orgasms roared throughout the loft, and the different positions that a few men and women were entwined in looked like something out of Kama Sutra.

Two hours later and the party gave no indication of dying out anytime soon. It was even more vibrant.

Kola noticed Cross in attendance. She was surprised to see him at her event, especially since he wasn’t a member. She watched him for a moment as he mingled with one of her girls. He looked finer than ever in his True Religion jeans, and old school red and white Adidas jacket and white T-shirt underneath. His long Cuban link chain with the diamond-encrusted pendant gleamed around his neck, and his long stylish braids portrayed him as the thug he really was. She hadn’t seen Cross since Mike-Mike’s arrest.

She downed the shot of vodka in her glass and walked over to him to say hello. She tapped him on his shoulder, and when he turned around, she asked, “What brings you to my party?”

“I see you doin’ ya thang, Kola. I like this,” he replied.

“How did you find out about it, Cross? I keep my shit on the down low.”

“I got my ways, baby. You know me, Kola. If I want in, I want it. I keep my ear to the streets,” he said arrogantly.

“I see.” Kola smiled.

The two locked eyes for a moment, and Kola couldn’t help but to become that little girl around him. It was her party, and she was that chick handling her business, but like her sister Apple, Cross had a way of making them feel like putty when he was around.

Cross looked at Kola with a hint in his eyes that he was pleased with what she had on. “You lookin’ really nice, Kola. Damn! Really f*ckin’ nice.”

Kola blushed, which she rarely did, and responded, “Yeah, stop playing wit’ me, Cross.”

“Nah. Look at you. You runnin’ ya own thang. Shit, girl, you a natural born hustler. I like that. You came up.”

“I learned from the best,” she replied with a smile.

“You did, huh?”

She nodded.

“When was the last time you visited Mike-Mike?”

“Two weeks ago. He doin’ a’ight,” she answered.

“Yeah, I would go see my nigga, but wit’ the heat on us and shit wit’ these murders, I gotta fall back and chill.”

“I know. You ain’t gotta explain it to me, Cross. You know I’m always on the block.”

“But, look, I know things been rough wit’ you, wit’ your sister’s murder and everything, but if you need anything, you know to come holla at me, right?”

“I know. But I’m good for now, Cross. Thanks.”

“Yeah, I see you holdin’ your own. I see what Mike-Mike always saw in you. He always had good taste in women.” Cross stared at Kola with an urge to snatch her into his arms.

“You think so, huh?”

“Yeah, I know so.”

Kola felt her panties getting wet, and her legs quivered lightly with the bass in his voice and his towering presence. Her heart started to beat faster.