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“That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”
He reaches over and grabs another condom, tearin’ it open with his teeth, then rollin’ it down on his dick. He climbs on top of me, pushin’ my legs open with his. “Then a muhfucka better get his money’s worth.”
I hoist my legs up over his waist, givin’ him full access to my wet, sticky pussy. “Yeah, niggah, you better. ’Cause after tonight, the fees are goin’ up.”
He laughs. “As much paper I’m kickin’ out, I need to put ya ass on lock, real shit. I don’t want no other niggahs hittin’ this shit.”
I frown. “Niggah, you don’t own me. And you don’t tell me what the fuck to do with my pussy, ass, or throat. I suck and fuck and do what, and who, the hell I want. You can talk that dumb shit to your wife, but I’m not the one.”
“Yeah, aiiight. You talk a lotta shit.”
“That’s right, motherfucka, I do. Now shut the fuck up, and fuck me.”
He pushes the head of his dick in. “Is this what you want?”
“Uh . . . mmm . . . yeah, niggah. Make my pussy nut.”
He reaches up underneath me, cups my ass and drills my pussy, then slips his tongue back into my mouth. He fucks me non-stop for another thirty-five minutes, then quickly hops up and heads for the shower after he’s nutted again. I shower after him. Twenty minutes later, we’re both dressed and racin’ out the hotel’s door—him to pick his son up from daycare and me to get home before the twins get out of school.
“Yo, who else knows about us?” he asks in a hushed tone as we walk toward the bank of elevators.
I frown, stoppin’ in the middle of the hallway. “Niggah, when have you ever known me to kiss and tell?”
He eyes me. “Yo, lower ya voice.”
“Bitch, you lower yours,” I snap, flippin’ on the ghetto switch. I’m classy ghetto, but will go straight hood-ghetto when a niggah takes me there, like now. “Fuck outta here, comin’ at me like I don’t know how to stay on script. I should be askin’ ya sneaky-ass that shit, niggah.”
His jaw tightens. “Yo, who you talkin’ to like that?”
I look around, yankin’ open my bag. “Niggah, I’m talkin’ to you. And what you gonna do about it? Break my jaw? Stomp me out? I wanna see you try it.” I pull out my gun. “I ain’t ya wife, bitch. And I do know how to use this.”
“Yo, go ’head, Cass, talkin’ all that crazy shit. And put that shit away, yo; for real for real. For you end up gettin’ fucked up. I only asked you a fuckin’ question. All that extra shit ain’t necessary. You stay wildin’, yo.”
“And you stay talkin’ dumb shit, niggah. Like I said, I don’t kiss and tell. You make sure you keep your motherfuckin’ lips shut. Now where’s my money, niggah?”
He shakes his head. “Yeah, aiight, yo. Just makin’ sure.” He hands me a knot of money.
I snatch the roll and drop it in my bag, then snap it shut. “Niggah, you just make sure you keep a
hard dick and my purse full. And we good.”
“Yeah, aiight. I’m dead-ass, yo. Keep ya mouth shut about this.”
I tilt my head. “Niggah, I don’t know who you think you’re talkin’ to. But I done told you I’m not your motherfuckin’ wife. And I ain’t ya jump-off or one of ya mistresses. I’ma bitch runnin’ your pockets and wettin’ up your dick; that’s it.”
His thick index finger presses the button for the elevator. His jaw clenches. He pulls in his bottom lip, then blows out a buncha air. “Yo, your mouth is real fuckin’ slick, you know that, right?”
“And my pussy’s real juicy. And this ass is real deep. So what the fuck you sayin’?”
The doors open, and I step in. This motherfucka got me confused. But he’ll learn. I turn to face him.
He shakes his head. “You gotta lotta shit wit’ you, yo. You lucky you ain’t my wife; I’d beat the shit outta you.”
I laugh in his face. “And you’d be one dead niggah. Thanks for the dick, bitch.” I say as the doors close in his face. He’ll wait for a few minutes, then take the next elevator and slide outta the hotel, like always. I step outta the elevator into the lobby, pullin’ out my cell and makin’ a call. “That niggah ain’t shit,” I say, walkin’ toward the revolvin’ glass doors.
“I know,” the voice on the other end says. We disconnect.
Not to worry, though. We about to do his ass real lovely. One by one, all of them slimy motherfuckas gonna catch it . . . startin’ with him!
