Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(62)

Apple’s legs quivered uncontrollably against his sides. She curved frontward, locking eyes with her lover, and dug her nails into his chest. Then she attacked his neck with bites, feeling the dick plunging in and out of her.

Supreme loved every minute of it and wondered what caused such animalistic behavior in his girl. He rested on his back, gripping Apple’s sweaty thighs, and felt himself about to explode. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh shit! Ugh! Ah! Ugh shit! Damnit!” he grunted with ferociousness, feeling Apple’s sugary walls shrink around his length.

“You like it, huh? You like how this pu-ssy feels?” Apple asked, working her hips into him.

He crushed her sides with his massive grip, and his facial expression turned ugly like death because the pu-ssy was too good to him.

“Fuck me!” Apple cried out. “Fuck me!”

And Supreme did just that. He pushed Apple off him and speedily repositioned her on her stomach. Then with the technique of a snake, he slid his concrete dick back into her froggy-style.

Apple pushed her face into the pillow and groaned from the harsh entry, her legs spread open like the letter V, and his dick plunging inside of her like a piece of machinery.

Supreme f*cked her in that position until she purred and squirmed underneath his solid physique, feeling sandwiched between a piece of good dick and the mattress. Soon after her nut, she felt Supreme’s dick throbbing intensely inside of her, knowing he was about to come. He moved against her like an android, focused on his nut and nothing else.

“Ugh . . . yes. Ugh . . . yes. Damnit! I’m f*ckin’ comin’!” he screamed out, one hand tangled in her hair and the other pushing against her side as he swayed on top of her, brewing his nut.

“Aaahhhh shit! Oh shit! Come for me, baby! Come for me,” Apple exclaimed through closed eyes and gritted teeth.She felt the final thrusts into her, and then came the explosion.

Supreme shook wildly on top of her and then, sweaty and exhausted, fell on his back next to Apple. “Shit, baby. You need to start f*ckin’ me like that more often,” he said, breathing hard.

“I assume you enjoyed it,” she replied with a light smile.

“Fuck, yeah!”

Hiding her contempt, Apple looked at him, massaging his chest with care, nestled against him like he was a soft, giant teddy bear. She threw her naked leg on top of him and began kissing her man with a counterfeit love.

Supreme was none the wiser to her plot to kill him. He thought everything was all good. He slowly closed his eyes and felt relaxed enough to fall fast asleep with Apple beside him.

Once his eyes closed, however, Apple’s pleased gaze instantly changed to a scowl, and she removed herself from his reach and quickly donned her robe. She looked down at him sleeping soundly and felt the need to just spit on him. She walked out the bedroom and decided to wait for the opportunity to come knocking.

A half-hour later, Guy Tony came walking through the front door of the brownstone dressed in all-black. He had a nervous look about him, but Apple’s sweet touch and smile made him want to carry out the hit.

“He’s upstairs sleeping,” she informed him.

Guy Tony nodded. He gripped a .45 with the latex gloves and proceeded up the stairs. When he got to the bedroom, which was silent and dark, he saw Supreme sleeping under the white sheets, out cold.

Apple moved behind Guy Tony, gently wrapping her arms around him, to assure him, and said, “Baby, just do it. Now is our chance.”

Guy Tony glanced back at her with a deadpan expression. Then he sighed quietly and advanced into the room. He stood over Supreme’s sprawled figure and pointed the gun at his head, but he couldn’t look at his boss straight on, knowing he was about to snatch his life away. He gently placed the white sheet over Supreme’s face, to avoid freezing up on the job, and then he fired at point-blank range into his face.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Everything felt still.

Apple walked into the bedroom and stared down at the white sheets stained with crimson blood. She observed the blood dripping from Supreme’s skull onto the floor, leaving a small puddle on the carpet. She smiled. “We need to get rid of the body,” she said.

Guy Tony nodded, and the two then went into action, securely wrapping Supreme’s body in the sheets, putting duct tape around his legs, face, and wrists. The mattress was soaked with blood, and the carpet was ruined, so Apple and Guy Tony began to do a massive cleanup. After moving the body into the corner, they removed the bloody sheets and bed, and then tore up the carpet. It took them until morning to clean everything up, and they would have to dispose of the body the following night, since they couldn’t do it during the day.

That same morning, Guy Tony and Apple had breakfast at a local diner and tried not to mention Supreme’s murder at all. Apple dined on her meal like she was one of the regulars enjoying the day, while talking to Guy Tony in their corner booth tucked away in the back of the diner.

Apple noticed Guy Tony to be somewhat distant from her. She knew he was thinking about the killing. She took a swig of orange juice, her eyes fixed on him. “Look, don’t worry about it. We gonna be a’ight. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“It needed to be done.”

Guy Tony just looked at her, and it was then that he realized how cold and calculating Apple could be. She didn’t flinch about the murder at all. She didn’t care. It was obvious she didn’t have any remorse for taking a life.