Kareem laid on the couch at Felicia’s house pouting, still pissed off about seeing a man leaving her house two days before. Although Felicia told him it was her cousin, he still felt she wasn’t being completely honest with him. He grabbed his Playstation controller and started a game of NBA 2K12 to take his mind off the possibility that Felicia might be cheating on him.
Several minutes later, Felicia walked into the house struggling as she carried groceries. Kareem was so involved in the game he didn’t hear her come in. She slammed the food down on the counter pissed when she saw the trashcan overflowing and dirty dishes piled up in the sink. When she glanced in the living room and saw Kareem still lounging on her Italian leather sectional and stuff thrown throughout, she instantly got mad.
She’d never allowed anybody in her all white living room and now he was posted up in there with his game system attached to her 60’ inch flat screen. She was beyond sick of Kareem being in her house and didn’t know how much longer she could put up with him. He was totally disrespecting her once immaculate house.
Felicia liked to keep things a certain way and in the short time he’d been staying there, Kareem didn’t respect her prized possessions. Not to mention, Kareem was lazy, spoiled and very insecure. Felicia was used to having her space and living with him was like taking care of a child. At least when Dre stayed with her he cleaned up after himself. Being in prison had him on a structured routine and he cleaned the house actually better than she did.
“I want to kick his ass out so bad, but I have to deal with it a little while longer so I can work my magic on him a few more times and hopefully get some information,” Felicia said to herself.
She had plans to cook him dinner and serve him some good sex for dessert, seducing him in ways he’d never imagined. After that, she would try and use reverse psychology to get him to open up over pillow talk.
Felicia walked into the living room and started picking up Kareem’s things. She then started yelling after seeing his sneakers on her $4,000 hand-woven Persian rug.
“Look Kareem, this is not your mother’s house. I told you before to use the family room to play your stupid ass game. You need to clean this shit up. I’m not your maid. And stop sitting around here pouting. How many times do I have to tell you the guy you saw was my cousin and he just stopped by to see me? I even offered to call him back over here and introduce you to him, but you declined so let the shit go,” she said, stomping though the house. “And clean up your dishes and take the fucking trash out!” she yelled, slamming her bedroom door.
Kareem cut the game off and looked in the direction of Felicia’s room. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her. He got up off the couch and started cleaning up the mess he’d made. He then unplugged his game system, took it along with his shoes and clothing into the spare bedroom. After making sure everything was perfect, Kareem headed to the kitchen and rinsed his dishes off before placing them into the dish washer. After wiping down all her granite counter tops, he swept and mopped the kitchen floor, then took out the trash.
Kareem walked around surveying everything to make sure it was totally spotless before knocking on her bedroom door. When she didn’t answer he turned the knob and walked inside. He saw a trail of clothing leading to the bathroom and heard the shower running as Mary J’s new CD My Life 2 blasted from her iPod touch. This instantly turned him on while he proceeded to the bathroom. The aroma of the vanilla honey exfoliating body wash she used lingered throughout and instantly invaded his nostrils. When he heard the water turn off, Kareem grabbed a towel and stood at the stained shower doors waiting for her.
When Felicia opened the doors, he admired her perfect body and the way she had her long weave pulled up with a large clamp. It was so sexy to him. When Felicia noticed him standing amongst the steam she was startled.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she asked, stepping out.
Kareem wrapped the oversized towel around her body. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I’ve been acting like an asshole and haven’t been cleaning up behind myself. It’s a bad habit because I had a housekeeper pick up my shit all my life, but I promise to do better. I really appreciate everything that you’re doing for me. And yeah, a nigga has been a little insecure. But the thought of you…” He opened the towel and looked down at her naked body again. “The thought of somebody getting this beautiful body or you in general had me fucked up. Do you forgive me?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
“I guess, Kareem. But you have to start trusting me and respecting my house.”
“Okay, deal. Let’s start over,” he said, picking her up.
Felicia draped her arms around Kareem’s shoulders as he carried her into the bedroom laying her on the bed. While Kareem stood looking at her thinking how lucky he was to have her in his life. She began playing with her clit, giving him a mischievous grin as she slid her fingers inside her pussy. She bit down on her lip and opened her legs wider going in deeper with her fingers.
Kareem quickly starting removing his clothes as Mary J. continued to play in the background setting the mood even more. He leaped on the bed beside her, and pulled her close, smelling the vanilla scent on her body. He then kissed Felicia’s lips, looking into her seductive eyes.
Felicia reached over and grabbed Kareem’s throbbing dick and began rubbing it against her pussy driving him crazy.
“You want this wet pussy, baby?” she whispered in his ear in a sexy voice.
“Yes…please,” he moaned giving her a deep passionate kiss trying to suck all the air from her lungs.
A few seconds later, she slid down and popped his dick in her mouth. Kareem let out a gasp as she began bobbing up and down on his dick. She made slurping sounds making sure to lick from the balls to the shaft and using her hand to jerk and squeeze his balls also. Kareem rolled his head back in pure ecstasy as she preformed with the best muscle control from her mouth he’d ever experienced.
“Damn, Le Le,” he moaned out loud, grabbing her hair and thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Anxious and feeling himself about to cum, he pulled her up and got on top of her. Felicia gasped when he entered inside her. Kareem was very large for his age which really thrilled her. She let out a low scream as he pumped hard and fast. She returned the humps making sure she flexed her pussy muscles around his dick.
When she heard her husband’s favorite song Encore by Jay- Z coming from her cell phone, she turned her head in the direction of her dresser. After hearing the ringtone chime over and over again, she knew it was Dre calling.
Kareem also heard her phone, but tried not let it spoil his mood and quickly took his mind back to the pussy when he felt Felicia’s juices running down the shaft of his dick.
When she felt her clit tingling, she grabbed the back of Kareem’s head as she exploded all over his dick. Kareem felt her legs trembling and it intensified his motions as he pounded and pounded until his body jerked and he released.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had,” he blurted out while collapsing on the bed. They both laid naked and satisfied in each other’s arms.
After several minutes passed, Felicia reached over and rubbed her hands through Kareem’s curly hair.
“Kareem, can I ask you a question?” she mumbled in his ear.
Kareem looked over at her with lust filled eyes. “After what you just did to me Le Le, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Dre sat at his brother’s desk at the shelter, pissed that Felicia wasn’t picking up her phone. When he dialed it again and it went straight to voicemail, he decided to leave her a message.
“Felicia, I been callin’ you all damn day. I hope you makin’ some progress wit’ that boy. Call me back,” he said, slamming the phone down.
Dre had already been to the shelter several times searching for clues about Justice, but he decided to go back again just in case he’d missed something from before. Opening the blinds, he had a hard time looking around because the shelter no longer had electricity.
He started going through Justice’s desk drawers and found a picture of Mercedes standing in front of the shelter for its grand opening. His heart dropped looking at her beautiful smile. Even though she’d done him wrong he would always love her and was devastated when he found out she was killed.
“I miss you, baby girl. You were and always will be the only woman I ever truly loved,” he said, shaking his head.
He then started thumbing through the huge pile of mail that was stuffed in the overflowing mailbox outside. Most were past due bills along with several thank you cards from women who’d stayed at the shelter and managed to successfully move on. After Justice was officially reported as missing, the state of Georgia immediately relocated the remaining ladies to other shelters and stopped all financial payments. When Dre opened up a letter saying that Justice was behind on the mortgage for the building and they were threatening foreclosure, he shook his head thinking, my brother was really in debt.
Even though Dre missed his brother and wanted to find out what happened to him just as much as Felicia did, truth be told he wanted to take over the shelter; turning it into a gym with a boxing ring, punching bags and state of the art equipment. The only problem was he was broke and needed to collect on his brother’s life insurance policy. Although he wasn’t the beneficiary on his policy, Felicia promised to split the money with him if he helped her find out what happened to Justice. They’d already filed a missing persons report, and the police were investigating but without a body they had to wait seven years before they could collect on his policy. Time was ticking and Dre was getting extremely impatient waiting on Felicia to get information out of Kareem.
“Fuck this. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.”