Free What She Wanted by Author Storm, K Elliott

K Elliott presents
    What She Wants
    by
    Storm
     
    Copyright © 2009 by Urban Lifestyle Press
    Published by:
    Urban Lifestyle Press
    P.O. Box 12714
    Charlotte, NC 28220
    www.ulppublishing.com
    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission from the publisher or author, except for the inclu sion of brief quotations in a review.
    This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. All the characters, inci dents and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagina tion and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or person living or dead is purely coincidental.
    Editor: Kay Jackson
    Publishing Consultant: Nakea S. Murray
    Literary Consultant Group
    Book Layout: Shawna A. Grundy
    [email protected]
     
    CHAPTER 2
    ‘ S ay My Name, Say My Name’ - Destiny’s Child
    I can’t stand that bitch! I gotta get rid of her! She tryna stand in my way, and that I can’t have. I’ma keep her man, keep him close to me. She’s outta here for good. But not right now. First, I’ma get mine, and I’ll worry about that whore later , Kym thought to herself.
    “Say my name, nigga,” Kym said.
    “K…k…ym,” this nigga stuttered.
    Yeah, get it right . He had screamed out the wrong name one time before; his wife’s name, Dionne. Even though she had dumped Diesel for his best friend the night after he got locked up. Kym had hit his pockets so fucking hard after he did that shit, he probably never called Dionne by her name whenever he saw her. Oh well .
    “Fuck me, convict,” Kym demanded.
    Convict Diesel Smythe. His mom must’ve been on crack while pregnant with him for naming him that. Diesel Smythe, her newest sex slave.
    She was twisting and convulsing on his twin bed with scratchy, faded sheets, letting him get out all seven years of frustration and missing pussy on her. She had her titties in her hands, squeezing and licking her own nipples whenever Diesel stopped. This was their first time getting busy, and she hoped like hell his old ass mom wasn’t coming home from the senior center just yet.
    “Yeah, I knew you wanted this dick soon as I met you, bitch,” Diesel said.
    Oh, really…bitch. A minute ago, it was Kym , she thought to herself.
    Of course, his dick was strapped, ‘cause his ass had just come home from a seven and a half year bid at a state institution way out in Pennsylvania cow country for Aggravated Assault, Possession of Instrument of Crime, and Possession With Intent to Distribute. Basically, he was selling drugs with a gun on him, and whipped some fiend’s ass in the process and got caught. Now he was out on State Parole and County Probation. And that’s where Kymber Devers came in.
    “Fuck this pussy, Diesel. Beat this shit up.” She almost felt idiotic calling him by his Christian name, but good dick was good dick, right? She stopped throwing that pussy back at him for a minute, and let him slow stroke her to death. “Make me cum all ova this dick.”
    He grunted in response. She felt him stiffen up and start jerking his dick in erratic movements. It felt like he was tryna cum without her, and she almost flipped out on his ass.
    “Nigga, you better not even try to get yours before I get mine,” Kym said.
    “K…k…ym, I…”
    “Nigga, you tryna go back up state?” She stopped throwing it back at him.
    Enough said. He got his shit together quick. Power, God it was powerful , she thought…the power of the pussy.
    She let him fuck her deep and hard for a few, while she slithered around and pumped her hips underneath his muscular body. Fingers laced on top of his baldhead, she tried to pull his dick deeper into her tunnel. He flipped her over and fucked her doggie style, while he called her bitches, sluts and whore;