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“And you know it,” he stated, wrappin’ his arm ’round me. He kissed me again. “You look good as hell. I peeped your sexy ass when you first came in. Niggas was breakin’ they muhfuckin’ necks tryna see who you and ya peeps were. They were like, ‘Oh, shit, check out shortie in them jean shorts. That sexy bitch is bangin’, word is bond, son…’”
I laughed. “You so damn silly.”
“Real talk, baby. I had to check a few of them cats. But I was diggin’ it on the low, though. I was like, ‘Damn, my baby is fiiiyah.’”
I laughed. “Oh, so I’m ya baby now?”
“Don’t play. You know what it is.”
“Humph,” I stated, twistin’ my lips. “As long as you know I ain’t playin’ the second or third spot to no other bitch, then it’s all good.”
“No doubt,” he said, leanin’ in and tryna kiss me on the lips.
I turned my head, playfully mushin’ him.
“Oh no, nigga, I don’t think so. Until ya ass is my man, I’m still on the market.”
He laughed. “Baby, I’m shuttin’ shit down. So, fuck all that shit you talkin’ ’cause your fine ass is with me.”
Needless to say, we half-watched the game, and talked. This nigga kept his hands on me the whole time, lettin’ the rest of them muhfuckas know who had the real door prize. I really didn’t mind, though. It was nice to have a strong arm wrapped ’round me. He wasn’t my man, and he may never be, but in the meantime he definitely was gonna be some steady dick.
“So, you ready for me to tell you what I was thinkin’ ’bout?” I asked, grinnin’.
“No doubt, baby, no doubt.”
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I was thinkin’ ’bout how good that big, juicy dick of yours felt in this tight pussy”—I slipped my hand on the inside of his thigh and lightly rubbed it—“and I’m thinkin’ ’bout how I wanna nut on ya tongue tonight.”
He smiled, fannin’ his legs. The nigga’s dick was brick. I squeezed it on the low, and smiled back at him. “See what you do to me?” he said.
“And I’m gonna do even more when I get up on this long dick,” I whispered, flickin’ my tongue in his ear.
“That’s wassup, baby…no doubt.” And for rest of the game,
I kept my hand on his dick and watched the Sean Bell team house muhfuckas on the court.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Aiight, baby, I’ma hit you up later tonight,” Grant said, givin’ me a big bear hug and kissin’ me on the cheek. I had to laugh to myself at the nigga tryna shine in front of his niggas like he had already bagged a bitch. But I let ’im live ’cause it was kinda, hmm…cute. And the nigga was too fuckin’ fine to let any of the thirsty bitches who stood around droolin’ think anything different. He looked over at Chanel, who had returned after she finished collectin’ her numbers for the night. Some hoes gotta be greedy. I rolled my eyes, shakin’ my head. “It was nice meeting you,” Grant said to Chanel.
“You too,” she said, smilin’ at him, then glancin’ over and raisin’ her eyebrow at me. Like, you betta fuck him or I will, bitch! “I hope I’m gonna see more of you. Kat needs a real nigga to keep her ass in line.”
“Oh, word? Then I guess it’s her lucky night.”
She smiled. “Alright now…let’s get it poppin’.”
I laughed. “Don’t listen to her crazy ass. She’s delusional. And, you”—I turned to Chanel—“stop puttin’ ideas in his head. Makin’ it sound like I’m pressed for a nigga and some dick.”
“Oh, you not?” they both asked, bustin’ out laughin’.
I gave ’em both the middle finga. “Fuck ya’ll hatin’ asses.”
He grabbed me again and whispered in my ear. “I’ma come through and beat that pussy up tonight, baby. So make sure you answer ya phone.”
I smiled. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”
“Yeah, aiight, don’t play.” He looked over at Chanel. “Yo, ma, make sure ya girl don’t have a bunch of niggas all up in her grill when I bounce.”
“I got you,” she said, grinnin’. “Trust me. Kat needs a nigga like you.”
