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Ho, you know this nigga ain’t doin’ nuthin’ but spittin’ game at you.
Yeah, but muhfuckas can change, too. The nigga done introduced me to his moms, and took me to his crib. Sumthin’ he’s neva done wit’ any otha bitch.
Ho, that shit don’t mean nuthin’.
But he seems like he’s kickin’ truths; like da nigga’s really feelin’ me.
Bitch, don’t fall for the okey-doke. Delete his ass.
He stirs in his sleep, then reaches ova and pulls me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest, close my eyes and listen to the nigga’s heartbeat ’til I drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Mad hot…’bout to bring da heat…gotta bitch spittin’fire… can’t change what a muhfucka’s done…fuckin’ wit’ a buncha birds…but a bitch bringin’ drama to my door…I ain’t da one…I guess I’ma haveta bring it to this whore…
The next mornin’, this muhfucka starts beatin’ a bitch in the head again, tryna convince me to give ’im a try. Truth is, the minute he pulled me into his arms last night, my mind was already made up. Of course, I don’t tell ’im this. I decide to let the nigga sweat. Besides, I still need’a be sure ’bout it.
“Yo, you aiight?” he asks, circlin’ my nipple wit’ the tip of his finga. I nod, closin’ my eyes. His finga feels good teasin’ my nipple. He stops, leans in, then wets it wit’ his tongue. I moan as grabs my otha titty and starts squeezin’. He pinches my nipple.
“Ooooh…”
His hand slowly roams down my stomach ’til his fingas find my clit. He presses, starts massagin’ it.
“Aaaaah…”
“You like that?” He slips two fingas in my pussy, strok
es my clit wit’ his thumb.
My pussy grabs his fingas. He finga fucks me knuckles deep, pushin’ his two long, thick fingas in ’n out. The nigga’s workin’ my nipple wit’ his mouth and my box wit’ his fingas. I spread my legs, bend at the knees. Let out another moan.
“I want some breakfast,” he says, lookin’ up at me.
Whaaat? Is this nigga serious? I know he don’t think I’ma be flippin’ up no muthafuckin’ waffles ’n shit up in here. I snap my eyes open.
He’s grinnin’ at me. “You ready to feed Daddy?”
“You ain’t my daddy, nigga. And I ain’t feedin’ you.” He speeds up his finga work, cups his two fingas upward inside’a me.
I moan again.
“Yeah, you nuttin’ on Daddy’s fingers. Daaaamn, baby, ya shit’s so fuckin’ wet…you ready to feed me?”
He shifts his body, scoots down toward the foot of the bed. It dawns on me the muhfucka is talkin’ ’bout eatin’ up this pussy. Meep, meep, follow da script, ho, I think, holdin’ back a chuckle. I smile. “Yeah, nigga…gobble up this pussy…”
He gets between my legs, kisses the center of my pussy, then pulls my lips apart and slowly starts lickin’ up ’n down and all ’round ’em. He sticks his tongue up under my clit, rapidly flickin’ it. I moan, restin’ my legs over his shoulder. He pushes ’em all the way back wit’ his hands, buries his face deeper between my thighs.
“Yeah, baby, make that pussy skeet…bust ya nut all over my tongue…give ya Daddy that sweet cream…” The nigga wraps his whole mouth ‘’round my pussy and sucks ’n slurps. Five minutes later, a bitch is shakin’ and squirtin’ a nut into his mouth and onto his tongue. He swallows, licks up the rest of my juices, then says, “Gotdaaaamn, you gotta sweet, creamy pussy.”
I can’t front. The muhfucka gotta bitch lightheaded and seein’ stars ’n shit. I lay still for a minute to catch my breath and get my mind right. After that nut, I really wanna blaze, but a bitch’s tryna keep it cute ’til I get custody of the baby. On some real shit, I’m glad Alex doesn’t say nuthin’ ’bout sparkin’ up ’cause I don’t know how cute a kush-lovin’ bitch like me could keep it.
He strokes his dick, pullin’ in his bottom lip. “Yo, feel like suckin’ some dick?” Little does the nigga know, I had already planned on spinnin’ his top lovely. Show the nigga how a real bitch does it. I lean ova and stick my tongue out, lettin’ ’im brush the head of his dick up against it as he jacks off.
I shift my body. Press my lips to the tip of his dick and start plantin’ soft, wet kisses all over it. I swirl my tongue ’round the head, then wrap my mouth ’round it. The nigga tells me he gotta thing for havin’ his balls grabbed, then yanked—well, okay, lightly pulled is what he says—while a bitch is spinnin’ his top.
“If it’s done right, it’ll have a muhfucka shoot rockets in the air, word up…yank them shits for me…you got my muhfuckin’ dick achin’…oooh, shit…a muhfucka’s ready nut…”
“That’s what you want, muhfucka? You wanna feel these pretty-ass lips wrapped ’round ya dick while I work them balls?”
