Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest by Corie Allen Read Free Book Online

think I get money?”
“Cause you just spent sixty three dollars on seafood.
You probly got your own crib, a car, and a lot of
bitches.”
“Naw ma'... I got a crib though, even though I don’t
have no furniture.”
“How you got a house with no furniture... boy you
crazy. So where you gone eat?” She said laughing.
“There’s a counter top in the kitchen.”
“So you don’t have no bed, no t.v., or nothing?”
“Naw... I gotta go shopping tomorrow. Can I borrow
some of your furniture?”
“I Don’t have no furniture, so we even.”
“Yeah, I guess so...”
“So what we gone stand up and eat at your house?”
“That’s what I’m gone do. If you want, you can come
with me.”
“Yeah I'll do that.”
There was something about her that I liked. She stood
at 5'3” around 120 pounds. She was nice, probly a ccup, nice round ass, pretty teeth. She was a fixerella.
She just needed to be cleaned up.
The walk back to my house seemed long even though
it was only a few blocks over to Putnam Street. We
walked slowly and made small talk. As I turned the
key in my door it dawned on me what happened earlier. We sat on the stoop and ate the crabs and mussels. After we finished eating, I wrapped up the shells
and took them to the trash can on the corner. When I
got back to the house she was sitting on the bottom
step. She looked up at me.
“Now what?” She questioned.
“What you mean ma'?” I responded.
“You bought me something to eat, so do you want me
to do something for you now?”
“Naw, you can chill wit me.”
“Aight, I got some green in my bag... you wanna
smoke?”
“Not now... lets walk up Nostrand Ave and get a
gypsy cab. We need to go to Duane Reade and get
some shit.”
I didn’t know shorty from a can of paint, but fuck it.
No use in getting low by myself. I grabbed five thousand from out of my safe. I decided that we would go
to the motel tonight and shop furniture in the morning.
At Duane Reade's we grabbed deodorant, toothpaste,
and other hygiene bullshit. We took another gypsy
cab to the Galaxy Motel on Pennsylvania Ave.
I let her get in the shower first. I wanted to see if she
would come out with or without the towel on. I
kicked back and watched television. When she got
out of the shower I was disappointed. She was tightly
wrapped in a towel, however she looked and smelled
like a completely different person. I just went ahead
and jumped in the shower. When I got out I realized
she threw her underwear in the trash. I could see
why. Her bra and panties were dingy as shit. I noticed
that the television was off. She had a bottle of lotion in
one hand and the other rubbing it on her thigh. I
could smell the raspberry scent in the air. She got up
and shook the bottle.
“Lay on your stomach.” She said.
“Hey... I Don’t know what type of freak shit you into
but I’m not...”
She smiled and smacked me on my back with a hand
full of lotion.
“Come on so I can lotion your back 'ash man'!”
I laid down on my stomach reluctantly and let her lotion my back. Her hands moved slowly and subtly.
Then she whispered in my ear.
“Roll over.”
I rolled over and she lotioned me down. She started at
my neck and worked her way down to my toes conveniently skipping my dick. On her way down she
assured me that she would come back for that. Before
coming back, she turned the light out. She kissed my
stomach and then put her tongue on the head of my
dick. She licked across it and then took it all into her
warm mouth. After several minutes of what felt like
eternal pleasure, she mounted on top of my dick and
rocked and swayed her hips until we came together. I
felt so much pleasure, and so much passion. We laid
there a few minutes. The full size bed we were laying
on was soaking wet. I was glad there was another bed
right across from us.
I got up and took a shower. As the water beat down
on my face I thought about what happened earlier.
The sex relieved a little bit of the stress I had, but
none