Page 102 of Heart Of A Goon II

“How yuh fi so damn sexy,” he spoke, and everything inside of me tingled.

His look was intense, like a lion locking in on its prey. He pulled me into him, kissing my neck, as he spun me around and walked me toward the bathroom. “I’m actually good… handled myself, okay?”

I tried to leave the bathroom, because as much as I was in there yearning for this man, I was scared. Scared that he would have me even more lovesick that I already was. He’d have me ready to shoot a bitch in the neck for even popping her eyes in his direction.

Gerald Wraithe would have me out here going against everything I believed because of that dick between his thighs. The one that was thick with a slight hook, and I was almost sure was dripping gold semen.

The same dick that probably had me pregnant with a D1 top college pick, because his dick and sperm were gold. I knew the minute he told me to do something I’d be screaming that I got the bike, Holiday.

“That pussy gets sucked and stuffed around here, Boobie.. eh?”

My legs trembled watching how he stood there shirtless while biting down on his lip. “I know I missed you and all⁠—”

“Don’t double back now,” he kissed my cheek, and went to run the shower, as I stood there not knowing what I had gotten myself into, but ready at the same time.

How the hell was I turned on and scared all at once?

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Boobie was staring at me like a fucking magician, and for her, I would pull a rabbit out the hat every time. I knew she was where I needed to be, so as hard as it was to get to her, I made the shit happen.

As much as I appreciated Menace always wanting to help, this shit was on me. I had extra shit that needed to be handled, and I wasn’t about to make him pay for that. My family bullshit was on me, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else carry that burden.

Zoya didn’t need a nigga that could only depend on her brother to help her. She needed a nigga that could handle shit and fill her brothers in later on. I was independent and had always moved that way.

When it came to catching a boat over here, money talked. If you offered the right amount of money, a nigga was going to make something shake. Inez was crying and screaming as we got on the speed boat. She was shaking and crying in fear like she didn’t inject her veins with poison for fun.

Bloodclaat gyal.

I stood in front of Boobie, as she stood there naked. Her body glistened from whatever shower oil she used. She had her hair pulled up into a messy bun with wet tresses framing her face. My favorite thing about her was every fucking thing.

There wasn’t one thing I could pick out. Her sexy pouty lips as she looked up at me, her face naked of makeup. That shit was one of my favorite things to experience. My baby could pull off any fucking look and kill shit. It was when she took her makeup off, it felt like she was allowing me to experience her.

The true her.

She wasn’t hiding behind makeup and facade; she was giving me the choice to partake in what it took to love Zoya Caselli.

“You missed me, Boobie?” I asked, my voice rough and filled with lust. My dick was begging to be freed from these briefs.

She had a nigga feeling like Jodeci because I was feenin’ for her and had been. I used to listen to that verse and just knew homie was doing blow. What kind of love or pussy had you wanting to give away money, cars, and homes?

Shit used to piss me off so bad I would skip that part.

Until I met Zoya Caselli.

When I met her, it had me relating to that man more than I knew I would. She could ask for my damn eyebrows, and I’d walk around looking surprised for the rest of my life. As long as I knew that I could listen to her laugh, put up with that smart mouth, and feel that pussy on my dick every night, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

“Yes.”

I damn near fell back at her responding and not having some smart comeback. “That pussy wet for me, baby?”

“You know it is, Goo,” she moaned, ready to cum on herself from looking into my eyes.

I pulled my sweats down, showing her how much she controlled this dick. It didn’t move or get up for anybody but her. She could sneeze and I’d be ready to fuck her. The way her eyes looked down and then up at me had me ready to grab her up.

She had this sexy ass look in her eyes, as she moved a piece of hair from her face. “Tell me, Zoya.”