Product Of The Street: Union City 3 (Product of the Street: Union City #3)

by E. Bowser

Her heels dug into my back, and I wondered if I’d be bruised tomorrow from how hard she pressed down. It would have been better if her leg tightened around my neck, squeezing tight enough to make it harder to catch my next breath.

Why would she come here to the Black Wolf to lose what fucking belonged to me in the first place?

“Come on, ride my dick, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me, grinding and dancing that little hungry pussy on my shit to get more friction. Do you want to cum again for me, baby? What other nasty shit do you want to try? Can you make me cum so Mr. Wolf can fill you up?”

“Because it is the only one you will ever fuck. The only one you will suck,” I grunted.

“Fransisco, you keep fucking with me. You keep pushing and pushing. You eat my pussy but won’t fuck me. Your yellow ass is playing games and shit,”

Mi Amor, I haven’t fucked you because when I do, that shit won’t be soft. It will be hard, rough, aggressive, and probably a little violent,”

But please understand that I’m here to listen, to support you. If I need to dead a nigga then that’s what has to happen. You don’t have to face whatever it is alone.

“I don’t give a fuck who this nigga thinks he is or what he has. He can come to fucking Union if he wants to, but that pedophile pussy ass nigga won’t be leaving this bitch,”

“Crescent,” I said softly, “you are brave for escaping that toxic relationship. I have never questioned your strength and resilience, so don’t hide shit from me. I know there is more, and your sexy thick ass will tell me, or I will find out. If I have to do it alone, you won’t like that punishment. This was just a little fun,” I threatened.

“I have to hide them because if I don’t, Cent will hear them.” Nigga what?

“What the fuc…who said that you were crazy? One of the dolls?” I asked. I would put them bitches in the fucking oven my damn self if it were them. She shook her head, no, and I frowned.

“The next time you say some shit like that to MY fucking daughter, it will be the last time you will be able to open your fucking mouth,” I gritted.

“I know damn well she not fucking with my big dick, bestie,” she snapped. I stared at Crescent as Link started coughing. Crescent began to back up, trying not to smile. “Who the fuck is that bitch?! She fucking both of my baby dad—” “And is! What the hell are you going to do about it? Link, do you want to join in too? We might as well keep this train moving,”

I closed my eyes for a second, trying not to laugh because Link wasn’t shit, and Cent was talking too much shit, but I had her. If she wanted to play, we would play.

“Oh damn, that’s too bad, Cent. I was looking forward to seeing if Faxx’s mango statement was true or not,” Link chuckled.

“Because you already know if you don’t, every single one of those niggers will be put in a hole so fucking deep they would never get the fuck out.

‘A nigga can tell when it’s right. Now sit on my face and feed me my dessert.’

This is a relationship that is more secure than our fucking marriage license because it ain’t no backing out. You will be U.C.K. for life. So, whatever you need to say, just say it,” Faxx grunted.

“Cent, trust me when I tell you I thought about sending that paperwork in, but the thought of me fucking you across the dining room table while you sign your name on that paper made me wait. I want your ass bent with a pen in your hand while my dick makes you stand on your toes. Now, what do you say,” he

“Shidd, I’m trying to see what it feels like to be a freaking mango,” Tali sighed.

“You and I are going to play a game tonight called five hundred thousand reasons why you don’t fuck with Papi.”

“Trust and believe me Crescent that I would give you every and anything you asked for, without hesitation, because you’re mine. Everything about you from your head to your fucking soul I possess. So, when you do things like this or keep things from me like this, understand that I’m going to be mad as fuck, but I would never ‘make’ you do anything. So yes, whatever you need or want I will provide that for you. I told you that I possessed you, Mi Amor, that wasn’t a lie.”

“Just know this wild ass shit means I’ll be hunting you down, bending you over, and fucking you full of my seed until it leaks. At this point, you might as well say you going to be carrying my child.”

“Fran…fuck Fransisco. You’re fucking insane. I can’t…I shouldn’t—" “Like it. But you do like it Cent. Just like how you’re going to like sucking on my Glock while you take this dick.” Her fingers dug into my skin as she swung and tried to hit me. “Mm!”

“Why are you looking so scared Cent? If I give you my knife and let you hold it to my throat will you let me eat that pussy?”

“This nigga over there sampling pussy and shit,” Oz chuckled. I put my head down shaking my head. I refused to let these niggas see me sweat. “Taste just like a juicy piece of fruit. You know how the big girls be, just waterfalls for no reason,” Faxx laughed.

wasn’t expecting to run into three more Wellington children, or should I say Stax’s kids who were close to my age, when we arrived. Meeting the triplets Santina, Santara, and Santino Junior was wild as hell because the girls looked like older versions of Cece, and Santino Jr., S.J. as he preferred to be called, looked like his fine-ass daddy with short curly hair. They were only a year younger than I was and S.J. already had a kid.

He had that girl thrown over his shoulder and her long braids were swaying like she was straight out of a music video. The way he had a grip on her I couldn’t tell if it was a personal thing or what but I almost wished I had already been on the bus. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and let me tell you, she had all the beholders on that bus mesmerized if nigg—you got men kidnapping you off a city bus.

“Choke me like you hate me and ride me like you own this dick!”

“Just so you know, I’m going to tie you down next time and sit on your face until I cum. If you die, you die,”

“If you think I will ever let you go again Mala, then you don’t know me.

“I can’t see a way out of this,” she whimpered. I leaned over her body placing her right leg over my shoulder as I stroked my length. “When you can’t see yourself that’s when you let me guide you.”

“There is never an I when we are together, Malikita. It has always been WE, even when you left.

“My bad! I meant to tell you them things are extra, extra juicy. Let me get you a towel,” Dea said. She came from around the corner as Link took the peach out of Mala’s hands so she could clean up. “That’s because none of y’all know how to eat a peach properly,” Link shook his head.

“See, people don’t believe in savoring life’s pleasures to the fullest. You know how I like to savor things when it’s sweet,” Link chuckled. “Oh damn. I think we're going to be talking about something else,”

“First you bite it, then once you do before you pull away you have to suck it. You have to suck out the juice before pulling away,” he smirked before taking a bite of the peach. My eyes widened at the sensual way his lips touched the flesh of the fruit. He gently caressed the peach, as his lips closed, and he sucked. The wet slurping sound had Dea opening and closing her mouth like she wanted to ask if she could taste it. I got it because of the way Link was sipping the juices from it, it had to be good as fuck. “Mmm,” he groaned.

“See, no mess. You know how I like to clean up my messes, but see how easy it was?” he asked while bringing the peach to his lips, inhaling deeply, allowing the tantalizing aroma to envelop his senses. “Take note. This is how a man should eat a peach. Don’t let them do it any other way, do you understand me?”

“Fuck me. If that’s what it will look like to eat a peach, I’mma need Henny to get to work cause shit,” Tali swallowed.

Link wasn’t paying us any mind as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the sensory experience or to torture us. He pulled away again and relished the feeling of the peach's insides against his tongue. “They should be making sure the taste lingers on their palate. It needs to be savored,”

As he neared the pit, Link skillfully maneuvered his teeth, delicately navigating around it as his tongue slipped out to lick it like it would produce the juice of the peach. The way he ate it, he was ensuring that each bite was precise and intentional as he held Mala’s gaze. The juices trickled down his lips onto his beard, a sensuous reminder of the peach's succulence, which he absolutely savored, allowing himself to revel in our rapt attention.

As the last bite lingered, Link stuck the pit in his mouth and sucked it before pulling it out. “See, that’s how it’s done,” he stated. “Mala, please lick that juice from his beard because I am holding on by a thread trying not to,” Tali demanded.

“Naw, Mi Amor, open your legs. Let me see that pussy. I let you have it earlier while you watched another nigga eat a peach, when I thought you liked Mangoes,” he smirked. “I love mangoes,”

“You want me to taste that pretty pussy, Mi Amor?” he groaned.

“Shit, Fransisco, fuck,” I panted. His hands moved from my waist and squeezed each cheek before slapping them. My eyes popped open to look at him. “Don’t let go of that. It’s a detonator.”

“Mi Amor, every moment spent with you is an affirmation that we are meant to navigate this life together. I told you that I possessed you, but it’s you that owns me, and everything that I have. My obsession for you goes far beyond what you realize but you will understand.”

“Why did you kiss my hand like that?” I started to laugh as he stared at me waiting for an answer. I held up my hand because I wondered how long it was going to take for him to just ask me. The fact he couldn’t figure it out was hilarious. “Because I love you, dumbass, and I missed you,” I finished. I pushed my twists over my shoulder as he took in my words. “Oh. Oh, well if that’s the case you need to be putting those lips somewhere else because—” I tried to pull my hand away from his, but he held it tighter before leaning over and kissing me. “I didn’t miss you, Mala. I craved you and no matter how much I looked to find something to replace that feeling you gave me, I knew I was never going to find it,”

“Beautiful, the more brutal you get the more I think I’m in love,” Konceited chuckled. I didn’t see Link move, but I heard the shot. My eyes grew wide as I looked over to Konceited who had already moved away from where he was sitting. He was laughing.

‘We going to take this slow Mi Amor, so I can watch you fall apart for me. Grip this dick Cent, and tell Papi how you want to cum all over it. I’m going to tattoo your walls with my nut until your pussy aches when I’m not inside of you.’