Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 28

KoKo slowly lifted her head and licked her lips as she brought them to his. Kayson placed his mouth on hers and slid his tongue down her throat while the Enforcer parted the others. Slowly he stroked in her slippery heat as he tonged her deeply.

"You ready to play?" he broke the kiss briefly then grabbed her hair and pulled her back as he reached for the tiny silver bullet. Kayson carefully pushed off each wall as he adjusted the speed on the bullet for the intense pleasure he was getting ready to rock KoKo's whole soul with.

"I wanna play," she moaned as she felt Kayson's inches fill her every inner curve.

Kayson placed the vibrating silver on her c.l.i.t and quickened his stroke. "You gotta hold that s.h.i.+t, baby," he began his game.

"Ahhh..." KoKo moaned as jolts of energy moved through her body.

"Don't c.u.m," Kayson taunted, pressing harder on her c.l.i.t. He pushed his thick pole all the way in and grinded deep. He pulled all the back to the head and mercilessly teased the opening while continuing to make that c.l.i.t act up.

KoKo's legs s.h.i.+vered on his waist as she tried to hold back. Her hands gripped tightly around the straps and her teeth chattered as her whole body was at odds with Kayson's commands as she begged to release.

"I need to c.u.m," KoKo cried out as her juices began to flow.

"Hold that s.h.i.+t," he growled, stroking in her spot and sending vibrating currents through her c.l.i.t.

"I can't," she gripped tighter and moaned louder. The vibration on her c.l.i.t and the precision of his stroke had her body shaking to be free.

"Yes you can. Breathe with me, baby; just feel me. Let me have control of your whole body," Kayson instructed. "Just feel me, baby," he stroked and worked her b.u.t.ton looking into the slits of her eyes.

Kayson pulled back and moved the bullet, lacing his mouth over her c.l.i.t and sucked her firmly between his lips and tongue. Kayson ran his tongue slowly down the lips of her p.u.s.s.y; nibbling lightly between firm sucks. KoKo jerked and pushed back away from him as he teased her c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue.

"Baby, please...I wanna c.u.m," she cried out while moving her p.u.s.s.y to the rhythm of every sensual lick.

"Hold it for me, baby," he paused briefly to instruct, then went back to work. Kayson gave no mercy as he sucked her to the edge of no return, then put the p.u.s.s.y on pause as he sat up and slid back in; placing the bullet back on her tender c.l.i.t.

Tears weld up in KoKo's eyes as she tried to control her breathing and her urge to let go. "Kaaay...I can't hold it," she said as she felt him pick up the speed of his thrust.

"Yes, you can," he gripped the small of her back, tilted her waist and dove in and out of her liquid heat, maintaining the vibrating pressure on her c.l.i.t.

"Ahhh...Kaaay...." KoKo moaned, gripping the leather and closing her eyes tightly. Unable to control her breathing any longer, she panted and squirmed as she received his long deep strokes. KoKo's body rebelled as her p.u.s.s.y began to respond to the pleasure he provided. Her ability to stay lucid was coming to an end as she began to squirt her warm juices all over him. Her body quivered and her head dropped to the side as she lost slight consciousness.

"Ssss..." Kayson slid his thickness back and forth between her wet lips as he brought her face to his. "I thought you wanted to play," he teased, kissing her lips.

KoKo just rested limp in his hands, unable to verbalize a response. Kayson continued his stroke, looking down at his d.i.c.k repeatedly parting her lips.

"Can you untie me, I want to touch you," she mumbled, barely audible.

"I can't, I'm still having fun," he turned the vibrator up another speed and lowered it between her legs and started the process all over again.

KoKo went in and out of consciousness as Kayson took her to the edge of ecstasy and back. He made her hold all the pa.s.sion in and then release repeatedly until she could no longer move. Kayson planted his hands on both sides of her a.s.s cheeks, adjusted her to his waist, and pumped hard with precision until he felt the urge to release.

When Kayson finally allowed himself to c.u.m, KoKo felt like she was no longer on this planet. Her head was leaned all the way back and her body twitched every time he moved. He carefully untied her wrists and laid her back. KoKo's limp body lay motionless on the thick white carpet while Kayson looked at her s.e.xy curves with a satisfying smirk. Kayson stepped out of the tub and pulled KoKo up and into his arms. When he got to the mink rug, he laid her down and climbed between her thighs and covered them with the cashmere blanket.

"Kay, I can't," she placed her hands on his chest in effort to slow him down.

"I ain't hearing that s.h.i.+t," he said, sliding in and stroking slow. Kayson crawled in and out of her moist walls, making her vocals drip with pleasure.

"Baby," she moaned as he hit her spots.

"I always know what my baby needs," he spoke softly in her ear. "You still want me to stop?" he asked, keeping a steady pace against her G-stop.

"Ahhh..." she released the sound of desire from her gut.

Kayson listened to the every plea that left her lips and answered with thick thrusts filling her p.u.s.s.y with ten inches of delight.

"I love you," KoKo moaned, biting into that tender spot under his chin.

"Ssss... I love you more," Kayson responded as he enjoyed her wiggle work.

KoKo listened to the music and crackle of the fireplace, accompanied by his slippery push in and out her lava hot kitty. She twisted her waist to his thrust and squeezed her muscles firmly around his d.i.c.k. The almost silent grunts that left his lips as he kissed hers, confirmed that she was giving him his p.u.s.s.y just right.

The two of them became lost in each other by every pa.s.sing moment as they inhaled and exhaled one another's hunger.

Kayson rose up the next morning and prepared breakfast for KoKo and the kids. He placed KoKo's meal on the plate and tray then brought it to her in bed. KoKo sat up and smiled as she pulled the sheet up over her chest.

"Awww...thank you, baby," she cooed as he placed the tray on her lap.

"I want you to get some rest. I'm taking the children out with me."

"Yeah, where?" she said, taking the fork in one hand and a strawberry in the other, biting into it allowing the juice to drip from her bottom lip.

"I gotta go see Unc," he responded as he leaned in and kissed the juice off her lips.

"Mmm...you taste so good, baby," KoKo said, running her hand down his chest sending him an open invitation to more of what she gave him last night.

"Behave, the Boss got little people to hang with; I need all my strength," he leaned in and kissed her sweet lips once more. "Eat your food because you will need your strength later," he said before standing up and heading to the bathroom.

"Oh, I will be ready," she said with a slight smirk as she cut into her omelet and turkey sausage.

Kayson showered and got dressed, then he retrieved the children from Mariam.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, Mr. Wells?" she asked as she placed Malika in his arms.

"Nah, I got it. But if I'm not back by dark, you know they got me," he said smiling at his baby girl.

Malika giggled, nestling in his neck and Quran took his hand feeling like a little man. Kayson loaded the children into the truck and was on his way. He moved through the streets and toward the Lincoln Tunnel so he could head into Jersey for lunch. He arrived at Benihana, parked and gathered his legacy from the back seat. Quran's little eyes were on everything as they entered the restaurant. Malika just put her little thumb in her mouth and laid on his shoulder. When they were seated and the chef got started, Quran almost stood up in his seat. The chopping of knives, spatulas and high flames had his whole attention.

Kayson smiled at the beautiful children he was never expected to live to produce, and his chest became heavy. He thought about his mother and her treachery and how she died at KoKo's hand; then his mind went to Aldeen and Wise also taken by her hand. He satisfied his mood with the idea that everything that KoKo had done was for the safety of everything that they had built; and most importantly, for their children. However, he never thought that he would be sitting at a table with his children and not have either one of them around to share the moments with. Kayson was taken from his reverie buy the vibration of his cell phone. He pulled it from his side and hit answer.

"h.e.l.lo."

"What's good, Boss? I'm just checking in," Baseem said as he bent the corners.

"I'm straight, just spending some time with the family. You good?"

"Yeah, about to go pick up Simone for lunch; just making sure you straight."

"A'ight, enjoy the day, see you tonight," Kayson disconnected the call and turned his attention back to the little people just as the chef began placing the food on the plates and sliding them in front of them.

"Don't touch it yet," Kayson said firmly.

"Yes, dad," Quran answered, looking at his father's eyes for approval.

Kayson tipped the cook and began to feed the baby. Quran waved his little hand over the smoke then fumbled around with the chopsticks.

Kayson had to laugh. "You want me to do it?" he asked.

"Nah, I got it, dad. You know I can't let these sticks beat me," he said as he fumbled some more, finally getting a piece of diced chicken in this mouth.

"See? Wells men never quit," he said with pride as he went back at it.

"Indeed," Kayson confirmed, full of pride.

He sat and talked and laughed with Quran. As he continued to say the things that tickled Kayson to the bone, all he could do was shake his head. They finished up and headed back to the car. Once they were fastened in, it was on to the Heavenly Rest cemetery. Kayson drove onto the grounds and pulled down the rows of tombstones. He pulled across from his uncle's spot. Kayson sat staring out at the patch of earth with the cold stone which read, Rabb Ali and his stomach became queasy. He looked in the mirror at the children and caught a slight bit of solace as he watched Malika kick her feet and slightly nod to the cartoon he had playing on the small screens in the headrests.

Kayson stepped out of his truck and gathered the little ones. Quran held his father's hand as his little eyes danced about the area. He kicked a few rocks as they approached Rabb's grave. Kayson held Malika firm in his grip; as he got closer, he squeezed down on Quran's hand. Quran looked up to see his father with teary eyes; his little brow wrinkled as he tried to understand this side of his father.

Kayson picked up on his gaze and looked down into his little soldier's concerned eyes; he quickly gave his son an a.s.suring smile.

"It's okay for a man to cry. This man right here who we stand before was like a father to me."

Quran looked up to Kayson and then back at the tombstone with the picture of a man that his father obviously loved and respected.

"Was he brave dad?"

"Very brave," he gripped Quran's hand.

They stood together not speaking a word but saying volumes. Malika picked up her head and smiled at Kayson rubbing her little hands on his face.

"Daddy's girl," Kayson said as he kissed her caramel cheeks. Quran looked up at his dad and sister.

"You can kill a m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka without blinking, but you can't stand at the feet of your fallen without tears in your eyes," the female voice came from behind Kayson.

Kayson turned toward the voice and when his eyes settled on hers, he slid Malika down into Quran's arms and placed them behind his back.

Quran hugged his sister tightly as the blood in his little body began to stir.

"I knew I would find you here sooner or later. But don't be alarmed, I would never hurt children. It is only the parents I am after," she said while keeping her hand firm on her gun.

"You got a lot of nerve coming this close to me," Kayson said as he began to plot on how to get his hands on her.

"Kayson, I want you to call that woman off," she said, then glanced down at Quran. "Your children are beautiful," she said as she tried to look past him.

"You need to get the f.u.c.k away from my family," Kayson said as his patience began to wear thin.

"You don't know what you are up against."

"b.i.t.c.h you gotta gun on me while I'm with my children. No. You don't know what the f.u.c.k you up against," Kayson based.

Quran flinched as he felt his father's anger emit from his very pores. He thought about the .22 his father kept attached to his ankle strap then wondered how he could get to it. He slid him and Malika to the ground and rested his head against Kayson's calves.

"Walk away from this and walk away from her," she warned as she began to back away.

"I suggest you do the same with my father. The fall out is going to be a m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka," Kayson spat back as his hand twitched to let that heat loose.

"Walk away, Kayson. If you value what is left of your family, walk away," she said as she a dark green Infinity with dark tinted windows speed up and stopped in front of her.

Brenda s.n.a.t.c.hed the car door open and yelled out one last time. "Walk away," she jumped in the car and sped off.

Kayson took a few deep breaths and scanned the area. He reached behind him and picked up Malika and Quran and ran to his truck. He placed Malika in her seat, quickly fastened her in, and then jumped in the front. "Get strapped in, Quran," he ordered as he too sped off.

Kayson hit the Bluetooth, called Baseem, and put some things in motion. By the time Kayson pulled up to the mansion, the crew was in place and on high alert. Kayson pulled into the garage and jumped out.

Baseem moved to the truck, removing the children as Kayson moved toward the elevator. Six of the scariest dudes you ever want to come across followed close behind him; and four more followed Baseem to another truck.

"I need you to fly the children and Mariam out of the country. My people will be waiting for you at the airport," Kayson said as he waited for the doors to open.

"On my life they will make it there safe," Baseem said as he loaded the children into the truck.

"I'm betting on it," Kayson said, staring at Baseem as the doors closed.

When Kayson exited the elevator, he headed for the bas.e.m.e.nt safe, unloaded some stacks into the duffle bag then headed upstairs to get Mariam.

"It's time," he said, standing in the laundry room door.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Wells," Mariam dropped the fluffy white towel on the pile of folded laundry then hurried to her room to grab the three bags from her closet that she kept packed for her and the children.

"Where is Mrs. KoKo?" she said as Kayson took the bags from her hands.

Kayson didn't answer, he just moved to the elevator.

Mariam didn't say a word; she just crossed her finger over her chest and kissed the cross that hung around her neck.

With Kayson's family tucked safely in the truck, his team loaded in the three identical trucks and everyone pulled out.

They met back up at the airport and pulled onto the black top. Kayson jumped out and moved swiftly up the stairs to the plane and gave the pilot the instructions. He placed the bags in the cabin then headed back to his family.