Page 110 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
Solana.
My dick bricked in an instant, catching Uriah by surprise and causing her to gag. Her reflex felt good as fuck, squeezing the tip of my dick. I began pumping in and out of her mouth ferociously. I had a point to prove. I needed to fuck the shit out of Uriah to take my mind out of uncharted waters. Yet, the only thing thatwas making my toes curl was the Mexican beauty that left my house in a dress so short and tight, I wanted to yell out of one of the front house cameras’ speakers and tell her to bring her ass back in the house tonight.
My pelvis slapped up against Uriah’s face as I used her throat as if it were her pussy, and when she couldn’t keep up, I snatched out of her, stating, “Bend over.”
Keeping my eyes closed, I could hear Uriah assuming the position. Grabbing my dick, I placed it to her opening, picturing Solana’s wide ass bent over.
Popping my eyes open just as I touched the opening of her pussy, I stopped myself. I was about to go inside of Uriah raw—some shit I’d never done. Shaking my head, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slid it on.
“My tubes are tied. You could have went in bare,” Uriah mumbled.
Slapping her ass, I felt my dick growing soft, so I closed my eyes again. As soon as Solana came back into view, I slid inside of Uriah. Her pussy muscles hugged me, driving me further inside. Lifting my white beater, I pounded the pussy, feeling my body tingle all over.
“Ohhh, Shio! This dick is the best!”
I shushed her, not wanting to lose focus on the visual that was keeping my dick hard.
Waves of pleasure rocked through me as I felt the force of my dick being pushed out. She’d come. Feeling blood rush to the tip, I snatched out of her, removed the rubber, and she was on her knees, taking me down her throat without me asking.
“Fuck...”
Her throat tensed, but she swallowed all of my fucking kids as I released in her mouth. Sweat formed at my hairline as I came down from my orgasmic high. It had been a short fuck, but she got hers, and I got mine. I was so in my head that I wasn’teven tripping about my DNA going down her throat. Usually, that shit was a no-go.
Opening my eyes, I stepped back, removing my dick from her jaws, and pulled my boxers back up.I couldn’t even look at Uriah. My conscience was calling me a fuck nigga because I’d used her body as if she were a hired escort.
“Why didn’t we do this at your house like always?” she asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
I heard Uriah climbing into bed as I continued to dress, avoiding her face. Once my pants were on, I stepped back into my Js. I hadn’t nutted in the condom, but still, I went and flushed it down the toilet. The bathroom was still warm from Uriah’s shower, and if it hadn’t been for the smell of her body wash and the fog on the mirror, I wouldn’t have known she’d taken one. The bathroom was as neat as the housekeepers had it when we first entered. Walking back into the room, Uriah had removed her heels and was under the covers, pointing the remote at the TV.
“You didn’t answer my question, Shio.”
“I know, Uriah.” I sighed as I scooped my watch from the dresser table and clasped it on my wrist. Grabbing my unwrinkled shirt, I pulled it over my head and skimmed the room one last time to make sure I hadn’t left anything.
She sat up in bed. Uriah usually didn’t question me about shit, so it was blowing me that she was doing it now, especially when I was already frustrated. She didn’t deserve a nigga’s bad energy, though, which was why I was about to take my ass home.Fuck the Dungeon; my ass needed to think. That nut I’d wanted hadn’t done shit but told me what I already knew: I’d fucked up.
“I can’t go to your house becauseSolanais there. Right?”
Before I could blink, I had my gun resting on Uriah’s forehead. Her hands shot straight up, dropping the remote on the white duvet. Her eyes watered while I mugged her.
“What the fuck you just say?” My body shook as I barked out the question.
Her lips trembled, but I wasn’t for that shit. Tapping her forehead with the gun, I grazed my bottom lip with my top teeth. “Run that shit back, Uriah.”
“I… I said… that, that Solana must be at your house.”
“And how the fuck do you know aboutSolana?”
Uriah and I fucked occasionally, but she didn’t know shit about me at all, outside of what my dick tasted like. Her bringing up Solana would be the very reason she wouldn’t see her kids again.
“B… Because! When you were coming… You said, ‘Solana.’” She cried immediately after shouting her response.
Staggering back with the gun still pointed at her, I ran back to seconds ago. “Nah… I said, ‘Uriah.’” I was trying to convince my damn self.
Snot was coming from Uriah’s nose as her face was now drenched with tears. “No! No! You said, ‘Fuck…Solana!’ That’s what you said, Shio!”
Had I called her Solana?
Thinking back to the only time Uriah had the opportunity to know Solana’s name, I realized her name hadn’t been said. I was careful always, but even more meticulous that day Uriah was topping me off, and Solana had come out of the guest bathroom in that fucking towel.
