Page 37 of When I Thug You Like That

“It’s wild to me how I was just a deadbeat earlier, and now you wanna come fuck on me.”

“I never called you a deadbeat.”

“You might as well. Every time I turn around, there’s a problem with how I parent or the decisions I make.”

“It’s not every time. Most times you be on some bullshit though, and you don’t like that I call you out on it.”

“No, I don’t like that when it comes to our son, it’s always your way or no way. And of course, you’re gonna say different because that’s what you do.”

I sighed. “You ever think if you actually put effort in the area you’re lacking in then maybe the decision making could be just as much yours as they are mine, India?”

She had a habit of playing victim when she saw an opening, and each time, I shut that shit down. I may have been thinking with my dick at the moment, but I was clear on the fact that she needed to do better.

“You really get on my damn nerves.”

“You get on mine too, but I’m still coming to get that pussy. Go put him in his bed and make sure his nightlight on.”

The car went silent for a few seconds before she spoke again.

“Whatever.” She sucked her teeth. “Use your key ‘cause I’m not getting up to let you in.”

“Bet.”

She hung up, pissed I was sure, but I knew that pussy would be hot and ready once I got there.

I didn’t bother with the lights when I entered using my spare key. I knew India’s place as well as I knew my own, so I was able to navigate in the darkness. Hanging my coat on the rack near the door, I kicked my sneakers off and headed to the back of the house. Before going to her bedroom, I stopped at Baby Jay’s room to make sure he was there. From the cracked door, I could see his nightlight glowing and him knocked out on his full-sized Tempur Pedic mattress.

After standing at the door for a few seconds, I continued down the hall and stopped at India’s bedroom. Her TV played low, the light from it spilling into the hallway through the partially opened door. She laid across the bed on her stomach, wearing a T-shirt that had rode up enough for me to see the black lace thong she had on underneath it. She knew what time it was.

“So, you want me to believe you ain’t want a nigga over here, yet you got ya ass out waiting on me?”

She turned on her side, rolling her eyes. “Ain’t nobody waiting on you. I just took my shorts off to get comfortable after I put Jay in his bed.”

“Yeah, aight.” I entered the room fully and closed and locked the door behind me. “Come here.”

She sucked her teeth and went to turn back around. I grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Not rough in a way to hurt her but in a way that let her know I was about to wear that pussy out. She let out a short gasp, her shirt lifting up more, exposing her flat stomach. Stepping in between her legs, I rubbed her thighs.

“My dick hard.”

“So.”

“Can you suck it for me?”

Resting on her elbows, she rolled her eyes. I smirked as my hands roamed from her thighs up to the waistband of her thong. Hooking my fingers in the lace, I dragged them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor.

Running my hand across her bald pussy, my voice dropped to a whisper. “Can you suck it for me, Indy?”

She squirmed under my touch, spreading her legs. “You get on my nerves.”

Sitting up, she pulled me to her by the loop on my jeans. I didn’t move. Just looked down at her while she unbuckled my belt, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down. I chuckled at the way she yanked my pants and boxers halfway down my legs with an attitude but licked her lips when that dick sprang free.

“Go ‘head and suck it witcho mad ass.”

“Shut up,” she muttered then leaned in and took me into her mouth.

I exhaled through my nose, placing my hand on the back of her head and holding her there for a second. Between the warmth of her mouth and how wet it was, I needed to savor the moment. India gave good head; it was even better when she was mad. She sucked me up slow at first, making sure to let me hit the back of that throat, before pulling back enough to suck on the tip.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, getting more into it the deeper I flexed in her mouth.