Tyson's Treasure 2

CHAPTER TWO-1

CHAPTER TWOTreasure took Tyson by the face and kissed him, hard and passionately. They made out going up the stairs and into her bedroom, where he fell on top of her on the bed. He removed her Steve Madden sandals and pulled off her skinny jeans. Using his teeth, he pulled her panties down, revealing her bald v****a. Tyson stood face to face with the p***y like a boxer would his opponent in the center of the ring before a heavy weight championship fight. He took his time admiring it, as if it was the painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It was hands down the most beautiful love-box he’d ever laid eyes on. He looked from her p***y to its owner who was giggling and smiling. He smiled back. Holding her legs apart, he brought his hot, wet mouth to her s*x, penetrating it with his tongue and allowing it to slither between her walls. Treasure flinched and hissed. Closing her eyes, she allowed Tyson to make love to her with his mouth. His oral skills took her to a paradise of pleasure that she had no idea existed. The Low Bottom’s thug had the princess of R&B Soul talking in tongues. He couldn’t believe his ears. The jargon sounded like the language Martians used to communicate with one another. Her moans let him know that he was handling his business, which drove him to work her c**t even harder.

Tyson brought his head up from Treasure’s honey pot trailing a length of saliva from it to his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked to her V. It was oozing with her juices and jumping at the same time. Her thick caramel legs shook uncontrollably. He smiled at his handiwork, thinking the p***y Crazy had struck again. Tyson stood to his knees, unbuckling his red belt and unzipping his camouflage cargo shorts. He pulled his boxer-briefs down, exposing his erection. His d**k was so hard that it damn near touched his stomach. He’d barely gotten the condom on before Treasure had grabbed his hardness and guided him inside of her.

“Mmmmmm,” his eyes rolled, and he shuddered. Even through the rubber, he could feel the warmth and moisture of her s*x. He moved his love muscle in a circular motion at a slow and steady pace, and then he hit her with the long strokes. He was pushing and pulling his thick length from her womb.

“Ahhhh, ssssss.” Treasure’s eyes fluttered as his girth massaged the walls of her slick tunnel. He’d grind in her passionate rhythm and pull back until only the tip of his d**k was inside of her before pushing all of him back in, going balls deep. Only his nut sack would be hanging out of her. A sheen of sweat formed on his forehead as he laid it down. The sheen of sweat soon turned into beads as he worked Treasure from his side, holding up her right leg and forming a human scissor.

“You like how that feels, baby?” he asked with slit eyes. His face was that of a man who’d just entered Heaven.

“Yessss,” she spoke sensually with a grimacing face and shut eyes, feeling his hardened meat sliding in and out of her aisle of love.

“Grrrrr!” His brows furrowed, and he clenched his jaws, showcasing his teeth. Feeling himself about to explode, he gripped her hips so tight that she winced. His slow and steady pace had increased, and he began to pound her with such intensity that he soon shot his load. “Ughhhh!” Tension released his body like a pair of strong hands, and relief washed over his face. Exhausted, Tyson laid his head against her back. He sweated, smiled, and panted all at the same time. “Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!”

Treasure turned over in bed to face her lover. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it as he stared into her eyes, happily. She stared back into his with a fulfilled expression. Suddenly, seriousness came over her.

She cleared her throat and began, “Tyson.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes closed as he gently kissed her hand as if it were her lips. She curled her finger and tilted his chin up, so that he’d be looking into her eyes. “What’s up?” A line formed across his forehead when he noticed the dead serious ass look on her face.

“Call me crazy but I think…” She looked down as she trailed off.

“You think what?” he encouraged her, tilting her chin up like she’d done his. Staring into her face, he could tell that she was quite nervous, which made him eager to hear exactly what she had to say.

“I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

“That’s funny, ‘cause I know I’m in love with chu.”

They both smiled and shared a long, deep, sensual, loving kiss.

An hour later

When Tyson’s eyes fluttered open, he found himself lying in a different position in bed. This wasn’t anything new to him being that he’d always had been a bad sleeper. Feeling movement at his back, he turned over in bed and met the back of the woman he was madly in love with.

“Babe…” he nudged her. “Babe…” he nudged her again and again, trying to wake her.

Treasure stirred a little and responded back groggily. “Yes, sweetie?” She kept her eyes closed.

“You sleep?”

“Shiiiid, you think I’m not after the way you put it down?” She cracked a smile and grabbed him by his wrist, pulling his arm around her. He nestled his head against the back of hers and kissed her tenderly on the back of her neck. He was thirsty, but decided to wait until she had fallen back asleep before venturing out. She looked so peaceful in her slumber that he didn’t want to wake her, so he slipped his arms from out of her possession. Next, he slid out of bed and threw on his camouflage cargo shorts, buckling the red canvas belt that held them up on his waistline.

When Tyson emerged from out of the bedroom pulling the door shut behind him, he was surprised to find Skylar posted up inside of the hallway with her arms folded across her chest. She wore a kimono, and her blonde individual braids were sprawled over her face and shoulders. Her smiling lips said I know what you’ve been up to as she tapped her French tipped nails against the side of her elbow.

Skylar had decided to take it back home earlier that night, leaving the fellas having a ball at King Henry’s gentlemen’s club. All of that tit and ass had her horny, and she be damned if she was going to pay one of those stripper hoes to come up off the p***y. Little momma was a lot of things, but a trick wasn’t one of them.

“So, uhhh, what were y’all doing up in there?” she inquired.

“s**t, just watching a movie,” he said nonchalantly, scratching his chiseled left peck.

“Uh huh.” She looked at him like ‘yeah, right’ as she swept a couple of the individual braids from out of her face. “I know what y’all was up in there doing.” She exposed a toothy smile.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” He smirked, rubbing his hand up and down his rock hard abs.

“f*****g!” She emphasized the F.

He laughed. “You something else, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” She twisted her finger in one of her braids as she went on talking. “Anyway, Tyson, good looking out. My girl needed some d**k. Real spit.” She lifted her hand for a high five. Smiling, he looked away shaking his head and letting her hand linger in the air. “Come on, Tyson, don’t leave ya girl hanging now.” He smacked her five and went to head down the hallway, shaking his head and smiling. She smacked him on his ass like a basketball player would his team mate after making a shot. “Keep up the good work, baby boy.”

Damn, listening to all of that f*****g done gotta b***h hornier than a jack rabbit. Shiiiid, I’m ‘bout to break out this vibrator and call up my boo. Skylar retreated to her bedroom, closing the door shut behind her. Moments later, the buzzing of her s*x toy was heard as well as her talking nasty to her nigga.

Hearing a muffled voice coming up ahead, Tyson’s forehead wrinkled, and he slowed his walking once he heard Treasure mentioned. He quickly crept over, pressing his ear on the door and placing his hands against it.

“Treasure Gold getting it in with her bodyguard, boy, this is gonna be the biggest celebrity s*x-tape since Ray J and Kim Kardashian.” He overheard Preston, the butler, as he spoke into his cellular. “I’m talking big, I mean really big. I’m thinking we should call it, uh, uh, Tyson’s Treasure. I know we can’t sell it without them signing off on it, but I know you know the right kind of people who wouldn’t mind having this thing for their own personal collections. I was thinking maybe we could get a bidding war started and see what kind of dollars we can gross for this thing.”

Hearing this infuriated Tyson. He scowled as his face flushed with redness, and he felt his ears growing hot. His fingers curled inward, and his thumb pressed up against them, creating fists. Wrinkles went across the bridge of his nose, and veins pulsated on his temples.

“Grrrrr!” He growled like a ferocious lion and then kicked the mothafucking door off the hinges. Boom! That b***h flew inward and hung awkwardly off of the hinges. This startled Preston. His eyes went big, and his cell flew out of his hand. He could have pissed his boxers when he saw the thug standing in the doorway; chest jumping up and down fast as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Wait! Wait!” he threw up his hands and walked backwards, in fear of what the raging man would do to him.

“That’s yo’ ass nigga! Come here!” Tyson charged after him. In a flash, Preston pulled open the top dresser drawer and snatched out his expandable baton. With a flick of his wrist, he expanded its length just as Tyson went to swing at him. The butler stepped aside, missing his attacker’s fist, whacking him at the back of the knee and dropping him to a kneeling position. The thug hollered out and felt another blow to the back of his neck, then came one to his lower back. When he grabbed for this area, he was whacked in the throat.

“Arghhh!” he fell on his back, grabbing his neck and coughing; tears accumulated in his eyes.

Seeing that he was out of commission, Preston packed himself a duffle bag hastily. Smacking a blue dingy Nike baseball cap over his head, he kicked Tyson in his side and fled out of the door. A wincing Tyson scrambled to his bare feet, holding his side. Gritting, he darted out into the hallway where he found Treasure and Skylar whom had just abandoned their bedrooms to see what was going on.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” Treasure’s forehead deepened with crevices. She was standing right beside her bestie, who also had the same expression.

“He was filming us having s*x!” he called out over his shoulder as he hustled down the staircase, feet moving rapidly.

“Aww, hell naw!” Treasure took off to help her nigga with Skylar following closely behind.

Seeing Preston open the door, Tyson leaped over the staircase railing and landed on his feet with his hands touching the floor. He frowned when he felt the stinging in his feet from the fall when he met the Spanish tiled floor. When he heard hurried footsteps, he looked over his shoulder and saw his main thang and her right-hand coming down the staircase. Tyson focused his attention back on his fleeing suspect and went after his ass, running full speed ahead at the front door. Boom! As soon as he kicked open the front door, he narrowed his eyes, throwing up his arms to shield his vision from the blinding, bright headlights of Showtime’s Maybach as it drove through the gates. Tyson made it to the bottom of the step when a blur came whisking past him. Whack! Preston cracked him across the side of the head with his motorcycle helmet as he blew passed his line of vision on his lime green Kawasaki Ninja. Preston slid his helmet back over his head as he continued on leaving his victim down on his hands and knees, head throbbing like a sore thumb. Treasure and Skylar came down the steps and attended to Tyson.

“Are you alright, baby?” the crooner asked, concerned with her man’s wellbeing. She and Skylar held his arms and helped him to his feet. The three of them looked up just in time to see Preston barely escaping through the narrow opening of the closing gates.