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When he started drilling into me, and he released an animalistic growl, I knew then that he was cumming too. When he put me dow
n, my legs felt like noodles. Just as I was about to fall, he caught me, pulling me into him and saving me from busting my ass.
“Tell me that was the best dick you ever had in your fuckin’ life,” he boasted while holding me in his arms.
Hmmm, he smelled so damn good. Even his breath smelled delightful.
“Then I’d be lying. Move!” I said and pushed away from him.
He let me go, and I walked over to the sink.
“Keep lying to yourself, shorty. Get ready to tell your homegirl how I fucked the shit out of you,” he said, using the paper towels and warm water to wash off his dick.
Damn, I just wanted to bounce on it one more time.
“Do you always talk this much shit? Or do you just do it to me?” I asked, using the wet wipes that were inside my purse to clean between my legs.
“I’m just having a simple conversation with your ass. Were you or were you not going to tell your homegirl that I fucked you good? Keep it real with me,” he said as he pulled his pants up.
I laughed while shaking my head at him. Damn right I was going to tell Jashae when we got back in the car how this silly nigga fucked me crazy, but he didn’t need to know all of that. I wouldn’t even tell him that his dick was good.
“When I walk out, come out like two minutes after me,” I said while throwing my panties in my purse since they were soaked and pulling my dress back over my hips.
I dug inside my purse, and I was able to find a scrunchie, so I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. After fixing my make-up really fast and applying more lip-gloss, I was content with what was looking back at me in the mirror, and I proceeded to walk out of the stall.
He came over, put his hand on the knob, and stopped me.
“Not that it matters, but I don’t think any less of you for you giving me the pussy on only your second time knowing me. I like a woman who sees some shit that she likes, and she goes after it. Can you imagine if you would have waited months, even years to let me drop it off inside you?” he said.
I don’t know why, but I laughed. He was so full of shit.
“Bye, Jabari,” I said, and this time, I left.
My appearance wouldn’t show that I’d just gotten fucked, but man did my walk tell it all! I could still feel him drilling inside of me if that even made any sense. My pussy was pulsating something crazy, and I was trying my hardest to walk normal, but it seemed impossible. I hoped that this damn fight was just about over because I needed a hot bath with some Epsom salt. I could still hear the loud fans when I walked back inside, which let me know that the fight was still going on.
Jashae was my ride back home, so I had no choice but to stay. Speaking of Jashae, I smirked to myself as I saw her talking to Miami and smiling from ear to ear. The two of them made such an attractive couple. Miami was fine beyond words, and my best friend was beautiful. I wasn’t opposed to love, but love just wasn’t for me. I never really witnessed love growing up. Hell, the closest thing to love that I ever witnessed with my own two eyes was Jashae and Trip’s relationship, and that was before he was incarcerated.
My mom raised me. Just like the majority of the black community, a father wasn’t in the household to help. I never even met my dad. From the time I was big enough to question his whereabouts until I was about ten or eleven, I was always told by my mom that he was in the army. I believed that shit too. I would take it back to school with me and boast how my daddy was in the army. As I grew older, I guess you can say that I grew wiser because that whole army thing just wasn’t believable to me anymore.
By the time I turned thirteen, and I got a period, I thought my little ass was grown, so I went to my mother, pretty much demanding the truth. She told me straight up, without batting a damn eye, that she didn’t have a single clue who my father was. I started questioning so much shit, like was my mother a hoe? How the hell couldn’t she remember who she slept with? Of course, I wasn’t brave enough to ask her some shit like that. I did, however, ask her if she had a clue, and she told me no. That was the end of that conversation.
So, at thirty years old, this was pretty much all I knew when it came to my father. My mom was a single mother, did the best she could in raising me on her own, and she raised me so tough. At ten years old, she was putting bullshit in my head about how all niggas were dogs, and telling me not to fall in love because I was going to get hurt in the end, you know crazy shit like that.
I always thought that my mom was talking crazy when she would say shit like that, but it took me getting my heart broken when I was sixteen by a guy that I loved, who I thought loved me, and someone that I trusted enough to give my virginity to. He was older at the time, nineteen to be exact. Malique was his name, and he was so damn fine. I thought I was doing something back then because I had an older dude, had his own car, and he used to sell dope, so he had money. I loved Malique, and while I loved him, my mama used to be in my ear every damn day talking about how he was going to leave me with a wet ass and break my heart.
Literally, a day after I lost my virginity to him, I walked over to his house because he stayed a couple of blocks away from me, and he had a bitch lying in bed with him. I learned an earful that day from the girl who was in bed with him. She told me how she was Malique’s girlfriend of almost two years and how they were expecting their first child together.
I’d never been so heartbroken in my life. When that happened, I started believing that my mama was right when she talked about all men being dogs and how they didn’t do shit but break your heart. One bad relationship had turned my heart cold. I was a beautiful woman who could walk on the scene and get with any man I wanted, but I didn’t want commitment. All I wanted was a good fuck. Men did the shit all the time, so I figured that women could do it too.
I was grown, two degrees under my belt, and I was making a killing financially in my career. So what if I liked to smoke a little weed when I wasn’t on the clock or if I loved to have sex? What Malique did to me at sixteen, I didn’t want to ever experience no shit like that again, so there was a gate up over my heart that no one would ever have access to. I don’t care how many times you can get me to cum or how well you can eat my pussy, I wasn’t falling in love with no nigga, and I wasn’t committing to shit. If a nigga couldn’t understand my mentality, then I wouldn’t even let him fuck me.
I liked Jabari because I could tell that he was on the same shit that I was on. Trust me, he wasn’t looking to wife me, and I wasn’t looking to be wifed. He’d probably have another bitch in his bed by tomorrow. I would have done the same thing, but with the hurting he’d just put on my pussy, I was going to be down for a few days.
I finally made it back to my seat. Jashae looked at me, turned her head, and she looked at me again. I mean, this girl was literally examining me. I had a cup in my hands, and I was chewing on the ice that was left inside as I focused my attention on the fight, pretending that I didn’t even see her looking at me. I could see that smirk on her face without even looking at her.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” she whispered.
“The shit out of him,” I said, followed by a laugh.
