Free Coca Kola - The Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

after spending too much time in the dark. She panted in his ear and ran her manicured nails down the center of his back, feeling his sweat saturating her skin as he pressed down on top of her with her tits mashed against his chest. Cross then held her legs in a vertical position while continuing to ram his steel pipe deep into her.
    “Ooooh, baby! Ooooh, I fuckin’ love you,” she cried out.
    The missionary position felt too good for both of them. Kola had him weakened and clawing the sheets. She nibbled at his ear while pressing her thighs into his side as he fucked her until she babbled. She felt her body about to go into a convulsion from the pounding she was enduring. The dick was always good to her.
    “I’m coming!” she purred.
    Right then Kola felt his explosion inside of her and held her boo tight against her sweaty frame. She never wanted to let him go. She always felt secure around him.
    Kola lay across Cross’ chest and massaged a small piece of him, soothing his need. The way Cross fucked and kissed on her was a pure indication of how much he loved her. Their sexual rendezvous was always memorable night after night, with Kola always feeling stimulated and complete.
    Though it was getting late, Kola was still in the mood to go out somewhere and have a good time. She felt that now was the time to mention buying more bricks from Eduardo.
    She raised herself up from his chest, looked her man in the eyes, and said, “Baby, I was thinking maybe we should step up our purchase next time around.”
    “What you mean?” he asked.
    “I mean, business is good, baby. So let’s step it up a few more bricks. I mean, as soon as I get them, they gone, baby.”
    Cross looked at Kola with a deadpan stare. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She was nervous about bringing up the subject, but it would be a lot more money for them both.
    “How much more you talking about?”
    “I was thinking maybe fifteen or twenty bricks.”
    “That’s a lot of weight, baby.”
    “I know, but we got the clientele and the muscle. Who gonna fuck wit’ us, baby? I mean, our shit’s moving like pussy out there. Chico is getting weak, and since we locked down this wholesale thing, we’ll be able to tap into muthafuckas in so many fuckin’ states.”
    She hugged up against Cross, kissed him on the lips, and continued with, “Think about it, baby. You and me, we can run all this shit. Who’s gonna touch us?”
    Cross liked the idea of it, but state-to-state trafficking was risky business. They were about to step on plenty of toes, including Chico’s.
    “Fuck it! Let’s do it, baby. I’m down.”
    “You serious?”
    “You and me together, with our brains and the muscle we got, you’re right—who’s gonna touch us? We in this to win it, right?”
    “Of course, baby. Ooooh, I love you so much.”
    Cross grinned. “You do, huh?”
    “Yes, baby.”
    “So show me how much you love me.”
    Kola grinned. She was more than willing to show her man the love she had for him. She disappeared under the sheets and caressed his nut sack gently, massaging and twisting his balls like it was Play-Doh. Her lips caught the head of his thickening pole, and she flicked her tongue away at the mushroom tip as she stroked it with her soft, manicured hands.
    Cross gasped and shuddered. “Oh, baby, that feels so good,” he moaned.
    Cross tried to control it, but using her skills, Kola toyed with him. She could feel the pressure building in him, feeling the semen mounting as she continued to jerk and suck his dick.
    “Oh, baby, I love you,” Cross cooed. “Oh shit! Ooooh, shit!”
    Kola stopped, squeezed his balls hard, bit his nipples, and purred, “Give it to me, big daddy.”
    No sooner, Cross released himself into Kola’s mouth, and she swallowed every bit of him without a second thought. She nestled in Cross’ arms, thinking it was going to be a really good year for the both of them.

Chapter 8
    C hico sat in the passenger seat of the