Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest Read Online Free PDF

myself. I passed him his phone
back. I took a few puffs and passed the dutch back to
Rich.
The car was fogged with weed smoke, and both our
minds were fogged with T-H-C. Rich passed the
dutch back to me with his right have, and I grabbed it
with my left. Rich reached over and placed his left
hand on my thigh. I felt a warm sensation throughout
my body. I put my right hand on top of his.
“Don’t start nothing you cant finish!” I said to Rich as
I felt myself getting hot. I made eye contact with him,
but he paid my plea no attention. He slid his hand up
my short fitted dress and found his way to my thong
which he pulled to the side to enter my wet hole. I
breathed deeply and licked my lips before I protested.
“Damn boy... you getting me started...”
I yearned for more, but I didn’t want to let go. It had
been more than six months since I had been touched
by a man. I spent the last six months mostly to myself.
Rich was a stranger fifteen minutes ago, but I was
way overdue. I needed to get this itch scratched. He
kept probing me with his fingers. My mouth told him
to chill, but my body said keep going as I rocked my
hips against his fingers. I was almost at the edge. I
grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand back. I climbed
over to Rich’s lap and pressed the button to let his
seat back. Once it was reclined all the way, I took off
my shoes and got on top of him. I unzipped his pants
and pulled him out. He slipped into me with a little
bit of me pushing down my one hundred forty pound
frame onto him.
I looked into his hazel eyes the entire time I rode him
until I erupted in orgasm. I locked up like a vise-grip
causing him to explode inside of me like a cannon. I
laid on his chest until I caught my breath. I turned
around to open the glove compartment to get some
tissue. Rich held out his hand to stop me.
Naw... that’s gone stick.” Rich said, as I got up.
“Is that better?” I asked him after I licked my sticky
juices off of him.
“Damn ma’, you gone tease me like that?”
I smiled. It was already bad enough I let him smash
on the first day. I wasn’t about to give him some head
too. I was thinking I already gave him to much.
“You don’t get all that this time. Don’t worry, you
gone get the whole treatment.”
I cracked the window and let in the fresh air as he
fixed his pants. We had both lost track of time. I could
see the train approaching from the horizon.
“So when you want me to call you?” Rich asked as he
opened the door to get out.
“Just call me, it Don’t matter.” I said as I slipped my
shoes back on.
“How about next month?” He said sarcastically.
“How about I put this moccasin up your ass... you
better call me tomorrow.” I said as I pinched him on
the arm and watched him close the door.
We said our goodbyes and I watched him get on the
train. It felt good to finally get laid, but I was wondering if I had just put myself out there and just got
smutted. I didn’t really care though because I needed
the release, but at the same time I was attracted to
him. I was praying that he didn’t burn me, cause I did
let him smash raw. At least I had his phone number. I
would cuss him out if he didn’t call by tomorrow.

Zeke
    Me and my man Rich had Wilson Avenue poppin'.
We had stepped it up to nine ounces a day on the
strip. We had crazy traffic and mad attention. Money
was flowing. Everybody was happy: Rich, Wiz, Dave,
Xavier, and me of course. It was so good I had just
copped a ‘03 LeSabre. I was floating on deuces wit a
crazy system.
Rich called me to pick him up from the Long Island
Railroad station in Jamaica. I stopped at Irving Park
to pick up Wiz and Dave. By the time I got to the train
station, Rich was already sitting on a newspaper dispenser. He jumped in and we headed to the Hot Bar
to get some drinks. Rich had his usual Smooth Bitch
and some snow crabs. I had a vodka and sloe gin as
did Wiz and Dave.I sat directly next to Rich as he
played the