Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(66)

Apple sighed. She then turned to Chico. “Give me a minute, a’ight?”

Chico nodded.

Guy Tony directed Apple away from Chico, and they walked to the corner.

She glared at him. “What the f-uck is wrong wit’ you?”

“What the f-uck is wrong wit’ you?” he barked through clenched teeth. “You goin’ to f-uck that nigga?”

“No, I’m goin’ to talk business with him.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Look, Guy, I’m a grown f*ckin’ woman. I don’t need you babysitting me. I can handle my own, you f*ckin’ understand me? Now let me handle my shit, and I’ll talk to you when I get back.” Apple strutted off, leaving him standing there.

Guy Tony wanted to believe that she was actually going to talk business with Chico, but that feeling in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise. He watched her climb into Chico’s BMW, and it sped off.

*****

Apple found comfort in Chico’s exclusive two-bedroom apartment in Washington Heights, New York. Chico’s spot was tricked out with 46-inch flat-screens, high-end stereo system, a fine leather furniture set, granite bathroom with a sunken tub, and a king-size bed in the sizeable bedroom.

Apple wore one of Chico’s throwback Giants jerseys, being naked underneath, and lay in his bed smoking a cigarette and staring at music videos on the LCD after the intense f-uck she had with him. The dick in her couldn’t have been any better. She felt fortunate that he was packing—eight inches and better—and that he knew how to work it.

Chico stepped out of the bathroom shirtless, parading a few tattoos on his chest and arms. His lean physique wasn’t as muscular as Cross’ or Supreme’s, but he was still able to hold his own. He removed a Newport from the dwindling pack and lit one up. He then exhaled and took a seat on the bed next to Apple.

“Damn, I like your style.” He smiled at her. “You know how to f-uck, fo’ real.”

“I’m here to please. So what now?”

“What you mean?”

“I mean, am I just a f-uck and a throwaway? Or you wanna make it happen?”

Chico looked at her. “Damn! You’re blunt with it, I see.”

“I mean, I’m not tryin’ to waste your time, and I know you ain’t tryin’ to waste mine. I’m about my business. Hopefully, you are too.”

“So what you wanna make happen?”

Apple snuggled close to Chico and kissed him on his back. “I want you and me to happen. I like your style too. I know we’ll go good together.”

Chico took another drag and thought about her proposal. “I don’t even know you.”

“You knew me well enough to bring me to your crib and f-uck me.”

He chuckled. “And if you know me, I don’t bring broads back to my crib . . . especially ones that I meet from the club.”

“Well, I’m special like that.”

“I guess you are.”

Apple held him in her arms and felt the warmth of his body against hers. She ran her hands across his chest, touching him with sensitivity. He is the one, she thought. Chico was the one she needed to complete her. Kola had her Cross, the nigga that she’d loved since forever, so now she wanted and needed Chico.

Chico continued to smoke, thinking about it. He then turned to face Apple, kindly moving himself from her sensuous touch, and looked at her carefully. “Seventeen, huh?”

“Do I f-uck like one?” she grilled back with attitude.

Chico chuckled. “I see you’re a wild one.”

“Then let me show you how wild I can really get,” Apple replied with a teasing smile. Dropping to her knees, she situated herself between Chico’s legs. She took a hold of his thick penis and slowly began stroking him with her firm grip. Then, without hesitation, she took his dick into her mouth.

Chico groaned from the feel of her lips that were soft as cotton. She went down on his throbbing dick to the base, raised herself up, and toyed with the mushroom tip with her tongue.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! That feels good,” he moaned.

Apple continued to mouth-f-uck him, massaging his nuts while doing so and going into overdrive on his dick.

Chico clutched his bed sheets tightly with the feeling that, if he let go, he would fall from the bed. It didn’t take long for him to explode, some of his semen landing on the side of Apple’s face.

“Damn! You suck some good dick!”

She laughed as she wiped her face clean. “Is that wild enough for you?”

Chico knew Apple was the one that was up to his speed. From the time he’d met her in the club, he knew there was something special about her. She carried herself differently from other girls he’d met. She didn’t fear him, and she wasn’t scared to be herself. He liked that she was real and on the come-up. Chico was a rich nigga, and he needed a superstar by his side. Apple quickly proved herself to be the one.

He lifted her off her knees and tossed her on the bed, where she bounced and giggled. “Your turn,” he stated.

Apple smiled, spread her legs for him, and gasped as he ate her pu-ssy.

*****

The next morning, Apple was fully dressed and willing to take a cab home, but Chico volunteered to drive her. She climbed into his Beamer, and they drove into the West Side of Harlem. She got out with a smile. Her business with Chico was official, and with his backing, she knew she would definitely become the queen of New York.