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“You,” I lie again.
She sighs. “Yeah right, try again.”
I grin, swingin’ ’n shakin’ my dick side to side. “For you to suck on this dick.”
She rolls her eyes. “I shoulda known that was coming.”
“Well, then c’mere and put them pretty-ass lips to work.”
She sucks her teeth. “You lucky it’s your birthday weekend,” she says as she leans in and takes my dick in her soft hands. She licks and kisses the head, then wraps her lips ’round it as she cups my heavy balls.
“C’mon, baby, suck that dick. Stop fuckin’ wit’ me.” She licks and sucks for a few more minutes, then abruptly stops her mini slurp session. “Awww, shit. Why you stop?”
“We got all day for this.”
What the fuck?! This is the same ball gargler who’s always talkin’ ’bout how much she loves suckin’ my muthafuckin’ dick, how much she loves swallowin’ this nut. And now the cum-breath bitch actin’ like she ain’t wit’ it. “Are you serious? You do know that’s fucked up, right?” I stroke my shit. Let it thicken in my hand. “Stop playin’ and c’mon and wet this dick.”
She sucks her teeth, plantin’ a hand on her hip. “Is gettin’ ya dick sucked all you think about?”
“Nah. I think ’bout fuckin’, too. You already know. So what’s good? You tryna put work in or what?”
“Nope.”
A muhfucka’s tryna be nice, I swear I am. But this ho don’t know. I’m a split second from blastin’ her ass. I take a deep breath. “Damn, baby, how you gonna leave me layin’ here wit’ all this hard dick?”
She laughs. “Easy.” She leans over and lightly kisses me on the lips again, grabbin’ my dick. She squeezes it, then licks the head of it before lettin’ go. I watch her ass bounce ’n shake as she goes into the bathroom. I’m smilin’, but on the inside I’m thinkin’, As soon as I finish eatin’, she had better be ready to hop up on this dick, or I’m dippin’ on this bitch. As far as I’m concerned, she’s served her purpose. And we’ve both gotten what we’ve wanted from the other. Now I’m ready to be laid up somewhere wit’ a big-lipped, wet-pussied bitch who knows howta swallow a muthafuckin’ dick!
I glance ’round her bedroom, shakin’ my head tryna figure out how e’ery other room in her spot looks like a muthafuckin’ pigsty, yet this is the cleanest room in her whole spot. Wit’ the exception of my clothes tossed on the floor over in the corner, and the blankets tossed on the floor, e’erything’s neat and in its place. Still, in my head, she’s a nasty housekeeper, and a lazy-ass, dick-swallowin’ bitch. Defintely not the type of chick I’d wanna wife up.
I scoot over to the center of the bed, then frown. Ugh, what the fuck! My ass is in something wet. A reminder of all the fuckin’ we’ve done. I move back over to my side of the bed, take a sip of my drink, bite into a piece of bacon, then cut into my omelet and start eatin’. I can’t front, she did her thing. This omelet is bangin’.
My cell rings. Fuck, I think, placin’ the tray of food on the bed beside me. Let me get this shit to see who the hell is tryna get at me. I get up to get my phone from outta my pants pocket.
She yells from her bathroom, “Tell them other bitches I said to beat it! You with me, and I’m the one you servin’ the dick to all weekend.”
I shake my head. This stupid bitch. “Well, you better act like you ready to put some more work in,” I warn her as I retrieve my phone, “or one of ’em will be takin’ ya spot before the day is over.”
She walks back into the room wit’ Noxema smeared all over her face, lookin’ like a porcelain doll. “Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said. I want you wettin’ this dick.”
She sucks her teeth, goin’ back into the bathroom. “Whatever.”
“Whatever nuthin’. You already know what it is. Don’t have me smack you wit’ it.” I see I have eight missed calls, and twenty text messages. I scroll through ’em, shakin’ my head. Tamera’s bird-ass is still at it. Eleven of the text messages are from her. There’re two texts from Maleeka. I read ’em. My pussy’s on E, nigga. Come thru and fill it up…I’m waitin’ for you to hit me back. I wanna fuck…
She laughs.
I text Maleeka back. I’ll be thru in an hr.
“Oh, aiight,” I say, deletin’ the rest of my texts, then puttin’ the phone back into my pants pocket. “You think that shit’s funny. It’s all good, though, baby. You know I ain’t one to keep sweatin’ a broad for no brain or ass.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she says. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
My phone dings again, then starts ringin’. Shit, I forgot to put the shit on vibrate. It beeps to let me know I have a message. Five minutes later, it rings again. I have a call comin’ in from Ramona’s crazy ass. I press IGNORE.
Maleeka texts back: Don’t have me waiting all day.
“I see you a real busy man. Whoever it is, they are blowin’ ya phone up like it’s a state of emergency.”
