I walked out of the door and headed to my ride when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I waited until I got into the vehicle to check it. I had to be aware of my surroundings these days. I knew Watchful Eyes was on me, but I had to do my part.
My eyebrows lifted when I saw Iesha had responded to my sensitive ass message from earlier. I couldn’t believe I said all that shit. When I went to delete it, she’d already seen it. She didn’t respond right then, but I assumed she needed to think about what she would say. I thought she wasn’t going to respond since I’d pissed her off. I opened the thread.
Can you come over so we can talk? There are some things I want to say to you that I would much rather say in person.
Iesha was gon’ make me fuck her life up. I didn’t know what type of time she was on, but I was feeling like it would be my last opportunity to get in that pussy before those muthafuckas took me out of here. If those Liberty niggas didn’t get to me, the FBIwould. If I went to her place, this would have to be my last time around her ass. I responded.
Talk about what? I thought you already said everything you needed to say. I’m not going over there to be attacked. I attack back.
I meant that in more ways than one. She needed some dick in her life so she could calm her ass down. She probably wouldn’t give it up no way. She’d been adamant about that shit. I waited for a few more seconds to see if she would respond, but she didn’t. She got on my fucking nerves. I had to admit, although I felt like I loved her, I couldn’t stand her ass some days. It was probably like that for her too.
I cranked my engine and glanced around, then backed out of my parking spot. Despite the little voice in my head telling me to carry my ass home, I headed to her apartment. All this was probably gonna do was piss me off and make me hornier. I was already on edge. My dick even got hard by the way she frowned at me. It didn’t take much. That nigga was deprived and feeling every second of that shit too.
After about fifteen minutes, I was at her place. Her vehicle wasn’t here. I wasn’t sure why she would say to come to her place to talk if she wasn’t here. Then I thought about her cousin. He was probably in her ride to give us some privacy. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and keys, then made sure my gun hadn’t fallen out of my waistband. Iesha tried to act like that shit bothered her, but I knew it turned her on. She liked a nigga that could handle himself, but she also knew if she told me that, I would show the fuck out.
By the time I made it to her door, I was nervous as fuck. I didn’t know what this talk would be about, but I knew I was gonna shoot my shot. My nervousness was more about how I would react to whatever her response would be. Controlling my mouth was out of the question, especially now. One thing peoplewould always be able to say about me was that I kept it real. My delivery may have been fucked up at times, but I told no lies.
I knocked, then looked around, checking my surroundings. It was a lot easier to do from the second story. I saw her walking up the stairs. So she wasn’t here. My eyes narrowed as I watched her, and my mouth automatically twisted to the side.
When she got up the stairs, she said, “I’m sorry. My sister held me up a bit.”
I licked my lips and scanned her thick ass from head to toe. I didn’t know what this shit was that she had on, but she had to be trying to seduce me. She had on some short denim shorts and a long-sleeved shirt that flared out at the wrists. The problem was that that shit was open in the front all the way down to her waistband. There was a tie right under her big ass titties to hold that shit together.
As she unlocked the door, I pressed my body against hers and leaned over near her ear. “You wearing this shit for me?” I asked in a low voice.
I moved her freshly braided hair and kissed her neck. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it, heading inside away from me without answering my question.
“Iesha. Your nipples hard as fuck. What you wanna talk about? How I got that pussy juicing right now?”
She rolled her eyes, but I saw a smirk on her lips. “Let me go change.”
“Hell naw. The only thing you can change into is your birthday suit. You tryna get fucked?”
“Seven . . .”
She was so turned on she could barely contain it. I walked over to her and pulled her to me. I felt her body shudder. Leaning over, I laid my lips on hers and slid my hands down her back to her ass. Her thick ass was so fucking fine. When I heard a slight moan leave her lips, I stooped slightly and lifted her.
“Seven!”
I didn’t respond to her. I licked between her breasts and watched her nipples get even harder.
“We’re supposed to be talking!”
“Naw.Yousupposed to be talking. You better get to that shit before you can’t. I plan to have you screaming in a minute. I can feel the heat coming from this shit.”
She wiggled until she slid from my arms. My frown was intact until I saw her breasts had left the confines of that thin ass shirt. I reached out and fondled her nipples with my thumbs. Her eyelids fluttered. Her restraint was crumbling by the second.
“We aren’t compatible,” she said in a soft voice.
“The fuck we ain’t. You feel this fucking fire between us?”
“It’s a physical attraction.”
“Naw. You know it’s more than that or you wouldn’t still be fucking with me.”
I stooped and licked her nipple. When she grabbed the sides of my head, I knew I had her. I sucked her nipple up, andmyfucking eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.
“Seeeveeeeen . . . you gotta contain your outbuurrstsss.”
