Free The Family Business by Eric Pete, Carl Weber

about to get it.
    “Mmmm, Mr. Orlando,” she crooned, her ass up against me, watching my every move through the mirror.
    I stared back at her as long as I could before I got in too deep, way too fucking deep, as I thrust in and out of her. Out farther and then back in deep. Hard. She threw it back like the pro she said she wasn’t.
    The smacking, the wetness, they were sounds my ears had never heard. It was like a real live Caribbean band was right there in the bathroom, serenading the moment. I’d screwed, fucked, boned, smashed, made love—whatever else you wanted to call it—but I’d never, ever made music.
    If I hadn’t watched the shit in the mirror, I wouldn’t have believed she did it, but Ruby threw her leg up backward and managed to twirl around on a brotha’s dick until she was facing me. I was speechless, and it was a good thing, too, because the “talking” part of the night was long done and over with.
    We sank down into the water without missing a beat. She rode me like she knew me. What the fuck was up with that? Up, down, fast, then slow. She teased; she tormented; she pleasured. Bells and whistles, sirens, fireworks, and all kinds of shit started going off. I even thought I heard some ringing.
    Fuck! I did hear some ringing. My phone was ringing. Ruby fucked, pounded, and pounced. The phone rang and rang and rang. Whoever was calling really needed to talk to me, but I really needed to finish what I’d started with Ruby, and I wasn’t about to ruin the moment, the ecstasy of it all, with a rushed orgasm. I decided to let the phone keep going to voice mail. Five more minutes—I’d return the call then. What more could happen in five minutes?
    The phone began its shrill ringing again.
    Fuck! Nothing more would happen if that phone kept ringing and messing up my groove.
    “Damn,” I cursed under my breath.
    “No, no, no. Not now,” Ruby practically begged. “I was just about to do my special little trick.”
    “Yeah, well, I want to be able to enjoy your special little trick, and I can’t with that fucking phone ringing nonstop.”
    Thank God I was in great shape. I was able to lift my body and reach for my pants with Ruby still on top of me. I got a grip on them and pulled them near. Just as I got the phone out of the pocket, I saw the moon, stars, heaven, and earth. I didn’t know what the fuck she did, how she did it, how she moved to make her pussy pop off on me like it did, but she’d done it, and before I knew it, I’d exploded deep inside of her.
    The ringing phone would have to wait—indefinitely, considering that it was now resting at the bottom of the Jacuzzi, while an exhausted Ruby rested her head on my chest.
    “So, Mr. Orlando, is it really true that you never see the same girl twice?” Ruby asked, knowing she’d put it on me.
    “Never,” I replied without even a second thought. I couldn’t give her room to doubt me.
    She slowly lifted her head and stared at me. “Really?” There was a sadness about her now. Still, I stuck to my guns.
    “Really.”
    She looked down, then back up at me again. “Oh well.” Her lips split into a smile. “Guess I better make the best of it now, then.”

Paris
     
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    “What are we supposed to do, Paris? I can’t believe you brought me to a ghetto place like this!”
    Trevor’s girly reaction was starting to piss me off more than the fact that there was a robbery happening right outside the bathroom door. I couldn’t take it anymore; I went off on him. “What? You punk-ass motherfucker. You weren’t complaining about this joint when you was fucking me in that stall a few minutes ago. Now, man the fuck up and get us outta here.”
    Suddenly, we heard three loud shots and plenty of screaming.
    I was scared about our situation, but Trevor looked terrified, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was holding back tears. “Look,” he said, “maybe we should just go out there. If they catch us in here, they might kill