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“Get up girl. That was only part one. Go ahead and pull him out!” I told her and she crawled down and pulled my boxers off and I watched as her eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her sockets. The fear was written all over her face. I already knew I was working with a monster down there so I didn’t even need to hear her tell me that shit.
“Sit on it,” I told her, sitting up a little on the bed so that I could watch her every move. I grabbed my dick and watched as Tisha climbed on top and attempted to put him in, then she slowly sat down on it.
“Otissss fuckkkk, it’s tooo biggggg
,” she cried, trying to get off the dick, but I held her by her hips, not letting her move.
“You don’t even got to go all the way down baby. Just take the first half,” I coached her, even though I was lying through clenched teeth. Fuck I look like, not letting my woman take all this dick? She went halfway down and then came back up and I could sense the pain in her eyes but the shit felt good as fuck to me. I hated to do my baby like this but, shit, she’d love a nigga for it later, so I raised my hips off the bed and slammed all 10 and a half inches of brick hard dick inside of her.
“Fuccckkkkkk,” she cried.
“Hmmm baby that feels so fuckin’ good,” I said, gently stroking her. Damn this pussy was tight as fuck. A nigga had to think of some off the wall shit to keep from busting too early. Eventually, she stopped pushing at my chest and learned how to take it.
“You feel soooo good Otisss,” she moaned in my ear. I placed kisses on her neck and sucked on both of her breasts too.
I pulled out and flipped her li’l ass over, letting her know to arch that back so I could really knock that pussy out the frame. As soon as I got a hold of them hips, I started fuckin’ the shit out of her. Deep, fast strokes.
“Fucckk babyyyy I’m cummminn’,” she moaned out. I slapped her ass real hard and I could feel her juices rain down on my dick.
We went at it for hours in my bedroom. I broke that pussy in real good, I swear I did.
“Hmm I love you baby, but I think I love your dick more,” Tisha said, snuggling up under me in the bed. The way her red hair was all over her face made her look sexy as fuck and that’s crazy because I honestly didn’t think her ass could get anymore fine than what she already was.
“I see your ass got jokes. You finally gave a nigga some pussy,” I told her.
“Hm-hmm” she hummed. I looked down and her ass was knocked out. Good dick will do that to you.
Chapter 13: Tisha
It was a Friday night and I was leaving the salon after a long day of work. I did ten heads today and I didn’t even get a chance to eat all day. Otis had a big meeting today at the club, so he wasn’t able to bring me food. All I wanted to do was go get me something to eat, take a shower, eat my food, and lay up under my man. Girl’s night with my girls was cancelled tonight due to all of us being tired from work. I didn’t even know what I wanted to eat tonight. It was going on 8:00 p.m. so I had time to run inside Pembroke Lakes Mall and go to the food court for some Cajun Grill. I don’t know why but for some reason I was craving some Bourbon chicken and shrimp fried rice.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, I could feel someone watching me. I looked around and I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary so I shrugged it off. Walking inside the mall, I got what I wanted and headed out. As soon as I made it to my car, I spotted that Marshae bitch with three ugly bitches. Those hos were posted on my car like they owned my shit. It was four bitches against my little ass. I just had to take one for the team because those hos outnumbered me. So, I put my game face on and walked over to them.
“What the fuck y’all hos doing on my car? I asked, sitting my food on the hood of my trunk.
“Bitch you got a lot of damn mouth for a bitch that’s about to get her ass beat.” That was the fat one of the group. That bitch looked like Queen Latifah on Set It Off.
“Fuck everyone of y’all, especially you bitch,” I said, pointing towards Marshae. “Otis don’t want your ass ho. He want me. That nigga at home right now with my bath water waiting on me. He even done went and tatted my name on his neck. Face it bitch, I’m his wifey and you were just a quick fuck,” I told her, pissed off.
Before I knew it this bitch walked over to me and punched me above my right eye. We started going toe to toe and I was beating her ass just like I had done that day in the Red Lobster parking lot. Her friends, noticing that she was losing, decided to jump in. So, here I was getting jumped by four stupid bitches. I wasn’t gonna just give up, so I was trying my best to fight back until the big bitch threw my ass on the floor. After that, those hos started stomping the fuck out of me. A few minutes later, mall security came and those bitches hauled ass.
“Ma’am are you okay?” the security guard asked, picking me up off the ground.
“Yes I’m fine,” I said, looking for my keys so that I could just go the fuck home.
“Just wait here. The police are on the way so that you could press charges,” he told me.
“Sir, that won’t be necessary. I’m just going to head home,” I told him, getting inside my car. I sped the hell off and got the fuck out of dodge. I couldn’t believe these hos had the fuckin’ balls to jump me. Every bone in my body was hurting. But I would not give these hos the satisfaction of making me cry. I couldn’t wait to get home to O. That was his fuckin’ problem now; he couldn’t control his hos. But that was fine. I’d handle the shit from here!
Five minutes later, I was pulling up to the house. I walked to the door looking like a damn madwoman. I slammed the shit out of the door, almost making it fall of the hinges.
“Tisha what the fuck is wrong with you slamming my damn door like that?” Otis came to the front to see me standing there. “What the fuck happened to you?” he said, rubbing my left eye. I was pretty sure it was big and swollen by now.
“You want to know what the fuck happened to me?” I asked, being sarcastic. “Well, I went to the mall to go get me something to eat and who do I see? That ho Marshae and her three friends sitting on my fuckin’ car. Them hos fuckin’ jumped me,” I yelled. “Otis look at my fuckin’ eye! Motherfucka’ do you see this shit?” I yelled, hysterical now.
“Aye, calm your ass the fuck down!” he barked, pulling me into him.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me Otis. Give me that bitch number,” I ordered.
