Suite Sixteen

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SPARKLE

T.

Combined Edition

Suite Sixteen

Queens, NY

Barker Estate Highrise

Sept. 16, 2015

11pm

"Even the devil tells the truth after your mind’s confused. There’s no way i’d put up with his shenanigans. Remember Canaan’s party? Ah, no ma’am. No thank you. Vanna said, shaking her head firm on her beliefs. She held the phone inches from her mouth talking on speaker, resting on her side like a school girl. Minutes later, she wrapped the conversation, ended the call, tossed the phone beside her in bed. You’re always trying to out-do yourself. Don’t get me wrong, i love my new bracelet. It’s beautiful but ah... She said with her dazzling smile, features and body closely to a young actress Paula Patton, dual heritage of Dominican and Honduran. She rotated her wrist back and forth staring at her birthday gift, watching the glamorous white diamonds take on a life of its own. It captured an incredible luminous effect that bounced off the soft chandelier light. Her black, peek-a-boo teddy, slightly above her natural thick hips, was a fitting acclamation to it. She was true to form laid across their king size bed in a sexy inviting position. First of all, you’re already my wife. We’ve been together six years. Sampson responded in an alpha male tone. He stood up, bare-chest, wearing only a pair of designer boxers. He possessed a strong pedigree ancestral lineage of African descent, incredibly stunning, resembling ninety-eight percent of actor Idris Elba’s physical attributes. He was at the foot of the bed staring at every crevice of his woman's born-given, divinely sculptured behind. One hand, passed his wrist, was inside his boxers caressing his marvelously endowed package. It's not in writing so we’re not married. She interjected light-heartedly. Second, you’re pregnant with my child. Third, how many rings does a girl need? His eyes fixed on her. I think it’s cute how you think my mission is to move laterally in life. She smirked at him. I’m a winner. This is public knowledge baby. He added with humor. Uh huh. Six years is a long time babe. That's for sure. But while you're getting your routine physical please make sure the head doctor's there too. She laughed. I need a head doctor? C'mon baby. Losing me's like losing a front tooth. You'll never smile the same again. He winked and smiled, putting his pearl white teeth on display which was exquisite across the board. She giggled. You see this woman right here? She pointed to herself. I love you. No argument there, but i guess i’ll be a skeleton by the time you’re ready. She arched her neck to witness his expression. He smiled, pointed back to let her know she was right. Vanna pirched her lips and waved dismissively. Before i forget, Balamy told me to tell you congrats on the pregnancy. He calls you Voom Voom. I think he’s got a crush on you but i said man, get your own lady. This one’s taken. He smiled again and looked at the cursive tattoo on his right bicep. Tell him thank you. We are very excited. Now, back to you Mr. always switching the topic. Don’t think i forgot about what you said. She moved her lower body in a fashion to arouse him further. I know what you need….and this...nothing personal. Strictly business." He walked toward the light dial seductive and manly. Suddenly, their lavish room illuminated in red. A calm strobe light projected a glitter effect on the walls simultaneously turning on their top of the line Bose surround sound. It powered on and played a smooth ‘15 r&b ballad of a young male artist."Stop the talking and get on this dick. He commanded with a deep alluring voice, slowly sliding his boxers down revealing a massive erection. The incredible ambiance of this man whom captured a supreme magnetic aura was something no woman could resist. She rolled to her back, placed her pastel nude manicured nail in her mouth and happily remained quiet for a few. The avidity for lust entangled its way to the core of her being. Lay it proper baby. Break it off..mmm. Vanna hissed. She felt the heat flood through her body at once. Her eyes planted on her man’s scrumptious gladiator physique. He made his way to her. Bring it over here. She whispered demandingly. Sampson honored her request. Each step he enforced, the body of a Nubian God, he approached his woman, one who’d shown loyalty to him for way more than six years, lowered himself on top of her kissing her cleavage with warm wet lips. They locked into a sensual embrace, slowly sucking each other’s tongues, tightly gripped, just as they had hours before. Passionate romance was in full swing. They were alone and had the entire night to enjoy themselves. He ran his fingers through her long natural brown hair, along her face. He gently slid his large middle finger in and out of her pussy. He massaged the lips and clit, then back in again while kissing her with an expertise only an obsessed dominant lover could. Sampson was a master at making love. He knew he was good. His bedroom style and sex game kept a woman mentally floating on air. He spent a half hour pleasuring her for it was one of the most vital inductions for keeping him hard as a rock. Vanna moaned loudly and felt his dick plunge into her. He grunted when the tip entered. Damn, you’re my world. He spoke with intensity, moving his pelvis to the rhythm of the song, stroking the pussy like a champ. His body was chiseled to perfection. She inhaled an immense whiff of his natural body scent like it was the oxygen she needed to survive. She sucked his neck licking it, opening her legs wide, full range of motion. Her natural double D’s heaved and panted on top of her chest. I’m sorry. She whispered. Tears streamed to the sides of her face. He continued to slide in and out of her, maintaining a procrastinative, but steady pace. He grimaced, feeling her nails dig into his back. Concentration was evident in his eyes. Forty minutes in, fifth position, he took lead to hit it from behind. He used both hands to squeeze her plump, round ass delicately spreading her cheeks, exposing every nook and cranny. He began to pump with vigor. It was time for the main event. Sweat poured from their bodies. The atmosphere temperature rose to sauna levels. The emanation of sex permeated the air. Aw, this is nice. I thought i’d find you here. Going for an academy award are we? Once a fucking snake, always a snake. A female voice rudely interrupted from the background holding a semi-automatic weapon aimed directly at Sampson’s head. She was tall, bodaciously shaped, black pixie hair, very attractive wearing a nurse’s uniform. Yo! Are you out of your mind! Who let you in here! He yelled, abruptly turning around, naked, dick swinging like a billy club, arms in the air. Oh my God! Sampson who's this woman! Vanna shouted. She faced the woman, grabbed the sheet scrunching it up to her chest and between her legs. Her mouth dropped shaking uncontrollably with horror across her face. Look, take it easy. I was going to pay you but you know what he told you. He said in a forced calm way. He lowered his arms, moved carefully getting off the bed, sure not to make sudden moves. Kill the fucking music! The woman clamored, scanning the room in each direction. He quickly grabbed the remote from the bed and silenced it. He was lost for words deathly afraid he’d say the wrong thing. Tsk, tsk, tsk...so called big boys always want to play but lack the necessary etiquette to survive in the game. We need to settle some scores...together. The woman clenched her jaw. She kept the weapon raised, held tight, no plans of aborting her plan, darting eyes to Vanna then back to Sampson. If this is about last night, i didn’t have a choice. He convinced with a pleading look. I don’t believe this. I don’t fucking believe this. Am I dreaming right now? Vanna mumbled under her breath. Bitch, i’d keep my mouth shut if i were you. I’m not about to entertain your shit. You should’ve taught your man to move better in the dark. The woman snickered. Vanna, shut up. Put the gun down...please. He spoke to both women, attempting to regain order. Get dressed, now! You’re coming with me! The woman screamed, no mistaken she meant business. He hurriedly collected his clothes from various areas of the room. Piece by piece, he did what he was told. I’m his wife. Where are you taking him? Vanna questioned heatedly, watching him dash about the room in complete obedience. It infuriated her to see him under submission following another woman’s instructions. I know who you are and you’re a stupid bitch. Sampson, let’s go! She walked backward to the door with the weapon elevated for superb aim, stepping out into the hall. She kept the gun pointed at him. Listen, don’t say anything to anyone. Don’t worry, i’ll be back. I promise." He said, staring into Vanna’s eyes with sadness. He frantically shoved his keys and Iphone into his jean pocket and rushed out the door. Both disappeared in the dark hallway leaving Vanna frozen on the bed. Tears fell profusely. She heard the front door slam. It caused her to burst into a loud sob. She threw her hands to her face, shaking, crying, unable to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

Same Late Night

Ten Minutes Later

Damn, and i’m the one who deserves an academy award? Nah sweetheart. You handled that. From now on that's the energy you come with. Sampson relayed as he sat on the passenger side grinning in a spotless high gloss candy paint '16 two door black mustang. All day baby. Suzette agreed while behind the wheel, pretty as a peach. He gazed out the cracked window at the quiet scenery, allowing cool air onto his face. He reached in the console, grabbed an opened box of Newports. He took one out, lit it, inhaled a strong drag, blew it out the window. "You had to