Free Hell's Diva by Anna J. Page B

Mecca’s body and he felt his dick begin to stiffen. Her firm breasts and plump rear end didn’t fit a sixteen-year-old’s body. Her body fit a woman in her twenties. Mecca could tell that Tah worked out. He wasn’t bulky or too small; his body was well defined from the eighteen-month sentence he served in D.F.Y.
    Tah let his tongue explore Mecca’s body, taking her on a high she had never experienced before. She gasped when she felt his warm tongue on her nipples. He licked down her belly button while removing her jeans and panties. He continued to taste and caress Mecca until he was sure she liked what he was doing.
    “Tah, that feels so good,” she moaned.
    Mecca tried to get away from Tah, but it felt too good. She felt waves of pleasure run through her body. She didn’t know why she kept feeling her entire body when Tah put his tongue inside of her. He brought her to multiple orgasms in no time.
    He wanted to loosen her up some; the tightness of her pussy made Tah grind his teeth. Not that Mecca was his first virgin, but she felt a lot tighter than previous ones he had encountered. Slowly he opened her legs in the missionary position, and glided his rock-hard dick inside of her.
    “Wait…wait, Tah. It hurts!” Mecca screamed out loud, holding on to Tah tightly. Tah kissed Mecca’s lips and whispered in her ear to calm her down.
    “I’m sorry, Mecca. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “I know, Tah. Please try again, I want you in me.”
    After Tah’s first orgasm, he took Mecca into the Jacuzzi and they enjoyed a bottle of Moët while they relaxed. Tah stared at Mecca and it reminded him of something his partner Boogie had told him awhile back, and it had him feeling confused.
    “Yo, Tah. Your chick Mecca is the bitch with the Sterling niece.”
    “Get the fuck outta here, Boog!” Tah responded in disbelief.
    “Word is born, son. Your chick work for her aunt, too. She manages her spots in the projects.”
    “How you know all this, son?” Tah asked, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.
    “You heard of Blast right?” Boog asked, and Tah nodded his head, indicating that he remembered. “That’s her pops. Darnell bodied her mom and pop and her aunt took her in. That bitch from Langston Hughes.”
    “Mecca, let me ask you something,” Tah said as he took a sip from his glass of Moët.
    “Go ahead, ask me whatever,” she answered, hoping he wasn’t going to back out on her.
    “Where you be getting money from? How you get all that fly gear?” Tah asked, registering the look on her face. The smile left Mecca’s face. His question surprised her. She wondered why he asked that after all this time they been together. Mecca put her head down, looking at the bubbling water.
    “My parents are dead, and I get SSI checks.”
    It was true, Mecca did receive SSI, but it was a mere $500 a month. She put that in a bank account and spent the money she made working for her aunt on the things she had. Tah was glad that she didn’t lie, figuring since he had heard her parents were dead, that just maybe she was getting SSI. He chalked up the idea that she may be working for her aunt as just a rumor.
    “Damn, sorry to hear that. Do you mind me asking how they died?” Tah replied consolingly, hoping she would open up more to him.
    “Yes, I do mind, so don’t ask,” Mecca said, cutting him off.
    Tah watched Mecca’s facial expression change into one that he had never seen on her before: the look of pure rage. It was more than rage; it was more like pure evil. Tah knew it was time to change the topic before the mood got messed up. Besides, he wanted some more pussy because his dick was hard again.
    “I didn’t mean to make you angry, Mecca. I’m sorry.” Tah smiled, then reached over to kiss her.
    He kissed her cheek, and his mouth traveled down her neck. He placed his hand between her thighs and his fingers found their way to her clit. The evil look on Mecca’s face disappeared, and she expressed