Wild Cherry by K'wan Page A

could slip some rat poison into that damn red Alizé he’s so in love with—”
    â€œWhat did you just say?” My head whipped toward her.
    â€œI said I wished I could slip some rat poison in his drink, but he would taste it if I put enough in it to kill him.”
    â€œWhat if it was something else?” I asked, with a wicked plan forming in my head.
    â€œGina, what the hell are you up to?” she asked suspiciously.
    â€œNothing much, but I think I have a way to solve our problems and get away with it.”
    â€œWell, don’t keep an asshole in suspense.” She flopped on the bed beside me. “Princess, how much do you know about plants?”

SEVENTEEN
    Princess
    â€œI can’t say that I was surprised when you called,” Jackie said smugly as he strutted around his gigantic living room. My girl Gina was living like the Fresh Princess of Bel-Air. If she wasn’t my homegirl, I might’ve dug off into Jackie’s pockets.
    â€œIs that right?” I asked, crossing my legs. The skirt I was wearing was so short that if you really paid attention, you could see I wasn’t wearing any panties.
    â€œYeah, when a bitch sees all this meat swinging—” He grabbed his crotch. “—she can’t help but be curious. So—” He stroked his dick through his silk pajama pants. “—are you ready to satisfy that curiosity?”
    â€œYeah, big daddy, but first things first.” I held my hand out.
    â€œSee, that’s what I like about you—you’re straight about your business.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, which he tossed on my lap. “You wanna count it?”
    â€œNah, I know a balling-ass nigga like you wouldn’t short a bitch.” I stuffed the envelope in my purse. “Second thing, are you sure Gina ain’t gonna come home? I’d feel real fucked up if she came in here and caught us.”
    â€œPlease, she went to Staten Island to see her brother, Randy. By the time they get finished shopping and having girl talk, it’ll be the wee hours of the night. We’ve got plenty of time,” he said, sliding out of his robe.
    I wanted to gag at how pompous he had the nerve to be with his shit, but I had to keep up the act. In a little while, that smug-ass grin was going to get wiped right off his face. “Now that we got that out of the way—” I wiggled out of my skirt and displayed my freshly shaved kitten to him. “—let’s get down to business.”
    Jackie wasted no time in jumping headfirst between my legs. He was nipping, slurping, and humming into my clit while stroking himself. I had to clamp my teeth down to keep from being sick. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good—old Jackie ate pussy like a champ—but I couldn’t get past the idea that I was about to fuck my friend’s husband, even if she did cosign it.
    Jackie came up for air long enough to try and shove himself inside me. I pushed him off and reached for one of the condoms I had in my purse. “No glove, no love, daddy.”
    â€œCome on, ma, I ain’t got nothing,” he tried to convince me, while still trying to enter me.
    â€œJackie, we either do it the right way or we ain’t doing it,” I told him. He wasn’t happy about it, but Jackie put on the condom before sliding inside me. It felt like his cock was tapping my spleen as he pumped away with no finesse at all. I could only imagine how Gina felt going through this on the regular if he was as rough with her. Jackie flipped me over and did me doggy-style. Every time his dick went in, I tightened my pussy muscles around it, driving him crazy. Just as I had planned, Jackie came in under ten minutes.
    â€œDamn, that was the best shot of pussy I ever had.” He rolled onto the floor, breathing like he had just run a marathon.
    â€œSo I’ve been told,” I smirked, taking the