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?m dead-ass. I’m ready to stomp that bitch’s skull in for even thinkin’ she could step to me and bring it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Silly of me…silly of you…gotta muhfucka all up in my space… talkin’ ’bout he wanna change…bitch knows what she gotta do…but still lettin’ da nigga hit da drawz…ain’t tryna catch feelin’s though…nigga don’t know…fuck me ova…bitch’ll blow off ya muthafuckin’ ballz…
This nigga Alex and me are layin’ in bed; both starin’ up at the ceilin’ sweaty and breathin’ heavy, passin’ a blunt ’n back forth. We’ve been kinda in this zone for almost thirty minutes or so. I told myself I wasn’t gonna fuck ’im again, but I haven’t been able to keep the muhfucka outta my dome, so when he showed up here lookin’ ’n smellin’ all good, a bitch decided to fuck ’im, again—this time for the last time.
You can’t get all caught up in this nigga, Kat.
Trust, I’m not. I already know what it is.
Bitch, it ain’t like you gotta line of dick beatin’ down ya door or pussy.
Meshell Ndegeocello’s playin’. I turn my head toward the nightstand, glance at the clock. This nigga’s been here laid up in my bed for over four hours, and we’ve fucked at least six different times. I can’t front. A bitch’s well-fucked.
I can’t lie. Lyin’ here wit’ this muhfucka feels…different. He’s the first nigga since Grant who I’ve actually chilled wit’. But I ain’t dumb wit’ it. I already know what it is. I’m usin’ the nigga, and I’m sure the nigga’s usin’ me. I take another pull from the blunt, then pass it back to ’im. I shift my body to face ’im. Take in his smooth, chiseled body, gaze at his dark nipples, then allow my eyes to travel down to the ripples of muscle that become his stomach. “This nigga’s trouble,” I keep tellin’ myself. “You have no business fuckin’ wit’ his ass.”
But e’ery bitch needs a bad boy rockin’ ’er bed e’ery now ’n then.
Bitch, fuck this nigga…get yours, and go!
You said you already know what it is, so what da fuck you pressin’ it for. Keep it cute, ho…fuck ’n go!
And while ya at it…you might as well taste da nigga’s dick; spin da muhfuckas top. Let ’im know how a real bitch does it!
Meshell’s “Loyalty” starts playin’. I close my eyes. Slowly bob my head to the lyrics…. Told her daughter to beware…both secrets and dreams you should never share…
“Yo,” he says, disruptin’ my private moment, “what you over there thinkin’ ’bout?” He hands me the blunt.
I take it, hit it hard; hold the shit in my lungs, then blow out a gush of smoke. I turn to look at ’im. “I’m tryna decide,” I tell ’im, raisin’ up and takin’ his dick in my hand, “if a bitch wanna suck down on this black dick, or not.”
He grins. “Oh word? That’s wassup. I was wonderin’ when you were gonna bless a nigga wit’ some’a that headwork.”
I smirk. “You ain’t ready for me,” I tease.
He laughs. “Yeah, aiight. Try me.”
My eyes hungrily rove e’ery inch of this nigga’s sculpted body again. My mouth waters. This nigga has a bitch’s inside still shakin’. My pussy aches, still wet from all the fuckin’ we did. Still I wanna fuck ’im sum more, before I toss his ass out.
Bitch, you need’a dead this shit. You’d end up killin’ a muhfucka like this!
I scoot down some, then take ’his soft dick in my hand and gently stroke it, placin’ gentle kisses all over it. I glance up at ’im. He’s starin’ down at me all hazy-eyed ’n shit. His dick starts to thicken.
“What, you wanna bitch to tell you how much she loves this strong, black dick?” I lick it.
“Yeah, baby…you love this dick?”
I don’t answer. “You wanna bitch to tell you how she loves the way this big black dick tastes; the way it feels in a bitch’s hands ’n throat?” I twirl my tongue ’round the head, flickin’ my tongue ova it. It starts to stretch and thicken.
He moans, pulls in his bottom lips. “Yeah, baby…”
I lick the head, again, like an ice cream cone; along the shaft, ’round the sides, then ova the top. “Give me sum’a that sticky dick juice, muhfucka…you wanna nut in a bitch’s mouth?”
“Yeah, baby…suck Daddy’s long, black dick…you know you been wantin’ this big dick…why you been frontin’ on me, ma… aaah shiiiit…”
I ignore the nigga, increasin’ the suction ’round the head. Cocky muhfucka! I massage his balls, remove his cock from my mouth, then spit on it.
“Damn, nice, big, pretty lips…”—I continue slurping and sucking and gulping him—“…slap them lips with it, baby…yeah, like that…bounce that shit on ya wet tongue…suck that cock…take it all the way down in ya throat…suck on that muthafucka…”
