The Dopeman's Wife: Part I of the Dopeman Trilogy Read Free Page A

of her.
    Zion began to put on the condom and watched in anticipation as she masturbated right in front of him. The sight drove him completely insane. Her juices dripped onto his bedspreads, making a small puddle. When he saw her entire pinkness pulsating, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer.
    After Zion finished putting on his protection, he then mounted Nautica tenderly. He grabbed his throbbing shaft and slowly inserted himself inside her. She was dripping wet, so he easily slipped in. She was warm inside her womb, and the sensation was the next thing to heaven. He began to slowly thrust in and out, big circles, little circles, up and down, deep and shallow.
    Nautica and Zion were in deep unison as they sexed to the Trey Songz playing in the background. Nautica had never had a man take his time like Zion was doing. He went slow but with authority, and Nautica was in total bliss as the name Zion rolled off her tongue. Zion whispered things that Nautica never heard and went deeper than any man had ever gone inside her. He was completely turning her out.
    Not even ten minutes later, it was over. But it was the best ten minutes Nautica had ever had. She’d had two orgasms and was going on a third when Zion got knocked out the race. They both laid there speechless as they breathed heavily and tried to catch their breaths.
    Zion flipped over on his back, and Nautica crawled under his arms and fit perfectly into his body. Zion lightly kissed her on the forehead. He whispered, “This feels right, don’t it?”
    “Yeah, it does.”
    Nautica connected with Zion not only on a physical level but mentally also. Although she had only known him for half of a day, she knew that he was going to be her man eventually.
    They stayed up until the sun came up, talking about everything, and of course, they had round two. And three.

PLAYIN FOR KEEPS
    Chapter Two
    “Here he comes,” Loon whispered as he gripped his .45 handgun and pressed his back against the wall.
    “Shut the fuck up!” Zion whispered back. He pulled the ski mask over his face.
    They had been waiting in Mookie’s house for over two hours, anticipating his return.
    Zion had discovered where Mookie lived a few weeks back and had been plotting on the right time to catch him slipping. This was that moment. He held his double-barrel shotgun and pointed it toward the door as he casually stood in front of Mookie’s fluffy sofa.
    Mookie walked through the door. He had another man with him. He turned on the light switch and found himself looking down the barrel of a shotgun.
    “Welcome home.” Zion walked toward the men.
    Mookie’s henchman didn’t even see Loon as he crept up behind him and put a pistol to his neck.
    “Fuck!” Mookie put his hands behind his head. He already knew the drill. “You can take off that mask, nigga. It ain’t a secret who you are.” He kept shaking his head, regretting not being more cautious. He couldn’t see himself paying a man to take him off his “to rob” list, but now he was suffering the consequences.
    “You right.” Zion snatched his mask off and looked into Mookie’s eyes.
    Zion was known for sticking drug dealers. Zion had the whole city on lock. He only sold drugs in the Terrace projects, but everywhere else was fair game for robbery. Drug dealers actually paid him to not stick them up. He ran with Loon, and everyone knew that Loon didn’t have it all and would kill on demand for Zion.
    Mookie and Zion stared at each other intensely in a brief moment of silence.
    “You playin’ fo’ keeps, huh, playboy?”
    “You know it, baby. But fuck the small talk. Take me to the stash.” Zion pressed the barrel to Mookie’s chest.
    “I don’t keep the money here.” Mookie shrugged his shoulders. “There’s nothing in the house.”
    Zion smiled and looked at Loon, who had his gun on the other man. Zion gave Loon a nod, and the sound of a .45 blast erupted. Loon shot the man in the back of the head, causing his noodles to