Free Girls from da Hood 11 by Nikki Turner Page B

Mike B’s way. He knew staying put would be the death of him and the SUV would soon become his coffin. So he whipped in front of the bus and shot wildly down the narrow street of Madison Avenue.
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    After dropping Jeff off for the night, Mike B cruised down Seventh Street, observing his surroundings. He hooked a left on Berkman and took the back route to his crib. Nothing out of the ordinary today, but then why should there be. Mike B calculated each step down to a flawless precision. Especially when it came to being around Lenore. He knew his only vulnerable weakness, was her. If he was to be defeated, it was through her, but he was convinced that she was a true rider so that was the least of his worries.
    He stopped four houses short of his and checked the leaves behind the gate. Everything was in place, no trespassers.
    Mike B, with the help of Jeff, had been putting in work around their city like a thief in the night. Mike B strategically came up with ways of running down on potential guilty parties, but still they were no closer to getting any answers about the murder of his cousin. By now, with hitting blocks up and taking it to dudes full throttle, Mike B was surprised they hadn’t gotten the wire on who the shooter was.
    Today though, Mike B was focused on seeing the source of his being. He entered the house through the basement. Hearing the shower water running, he decided to take advantage of the situation. He searched through the boxes for the candles and went to work upstairs.
    After he set up the bedroom, he snuck into the bathroom. He was greeted by Lenore’s lovely voice. The shower made her sound like Alicia Keys. He pulled back the curtains and was staring down the barrel of a .38 Special.
    â€œBoy!” a startled, wide-eyed Lenore gasped. In her hand was a .38 Special that Mike B had kept stashed in the bathroom for protection. “I almost pulled the trigger.”
    Mike B smiled at the pistol gripped in her hand. “Stop sneaking up on me like that.”
    Lenore lifted the soap tray and put the gun back. For some reason, that gun in her hand aroused Mike B even more.
    â€œHow did you know where that was?” Mike B knew most of his stashes were found already. Half the time when he went to clean his guns, they were already cleaned.
    â€œPlease, you got more guns than an army in here.”
    Mike B responded by entering the shower fully clothed. Lenore laughed and started to undress him.
    â€œIt’s good you’re here. Now you can help me soap up.”
    Lenore was saying that as she was pulling Mike B’s boxers down. Mike B’s dick bounced up and down as it flicked off the elastic of the boxers. Lenore smiled and affectionately gave his balls a kiss. “Is this how he is all day?” she joked.
    â€œOnly when he around you.”
    He smiled and pulled her closer and gave her a long wet kiss. He stroked her hair out of her face and let the water soak it. He continued kissing as the water passed over their faces and mouths. He stroked her hair down to her ass and started caressing it, gradually lifting her so she stared at him. Her pussy was warm, wet, and inviting. It was as if it reached out and devoured his dick. Mike B kept his motions to a slow grinding affect, savoring the delicious sensation. It was as if she was a life force and filling him up through her gateway of energy. It amazed Mike B how her breast pressed against his chest, ass filling his palms, breathing in her breath through kisses and being in her gateway heightened his senses to a super natural ability. To smell a scent as well as he smelled her, and breath in an air purer than her breath. The enjoyment of the thoughts made his actions over anxious and soon enough, it looked like Lenore was galloping on a horse. This was just what the doctor ordered. In a week’s time, he had seen more blood than he had seen his entire span in the game. He needed something soft and tender.
    Lenore