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She rolls her eyes, pushin’ me offa her. “Yeah, I like pussy, nigga. But that doesn’t mean I wanna smell another bitch’s dried-up scent on your dick, and I damn sure don’t wanna have to be the one to suck it off. That’s real foul, nigga.”
I glare at her. “So you wanna beef, or you gonna finish suckin’ this dick ’n balls? ’Cause if not, you can just drop me the fuck off at the crib, real talk.” She stares me down. I raise my brow, icegrillin’ her. My patience for bullshit is short, ’specially when it comes to me tryna get this dick wet. I’ll cut a bitch off real quick if she starts frontin’ on this dick. “Yo, real talk, ma. You wastin’ my muthafuckin’ time. So what’s it gonna be?”
“You make me sick, nigga,” she says, suckin’ her teeth and leanin’ back over to finish cleanin’ my balls.
I grin. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought. I make you sick, aiight. But you ain’t sick of this good dick, are you?” She ignores me, twirlin’ her tongue ’round the head of my dick before pullin’ my cum-funky, pussy-stained balls back into her mouth, one at a time. I lean my head back and allow her to let it do what it do. “There you go, baby, suck that cunt juice up offa them balls… yeah, that’s it…you daddy’s freak-nasty girl.”
Twenty minutes later, I shoot a load of gooey custard down in her throat. She swallows, then allows some to dribble outta her mouth and slide along the sides of my dick, then greedily slurps and laps up the rest of my nut. Gobble, gobble, I think, runnin’ my hands through her hair. Mmmm-hmmm, good. “That’s right, baby, drink up ya mornin’ shake.”
4
Three hours later, the air in my room is hot, sweaty, and filled with the scent of intense fuckin’. Akina and I are sweaty and lay up in my bed, catchin’ our breaths. Her head is on my chest and I am lightly brushin’ my fingers over her soft skin. Yeah, a nigga like me likes to cuddle…uh, don’t get shit twisted—only when I’m gonna benefit from it. Otherwise ya ass is beat. I’ma bust this nut, and be out.
“Why you so quiet?” she asks, liftin’ her head up and lookin’ at me.
I shake my head. “I’m thinkin’.”
“About what?”
I take my time before answerin’, then sigh. “It’s nuthin’.”
She lightly strokes my face, then traces my lips with her fingertips. “Alex, baby, don’t do me like that. I told you, I’m here for you. I can tell something’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything. I got your back.”
I grab the side of my head, pressin’ my eyes shut, actin’ like I’m tryna fight back tears. “Yo, why you so good to me?”
“’Cause I love you.”
Awwww, damn! He we go wit’ this love shit. The word makes a nigga like me cringe, but I keep it together. “But I ain’t ya man. And I most likely never will be.”
“Yeah, I know. But it still doesn’t change how I feel about you. I know you out there doin’ you. Hell, don’t think I’m not gettin’ it in, but none of them niggas compare to you.”
I know that’s right, I think, holdin’ back a grin, ’cause most of them niggas’ dick game is whack. “And that’s how I feel ’bout you when it comes to them other broads I fuck. But don’t let that shit go to ya pretty-ass head ’cause a nigga ain’t tryna be put on lock.”
Although I just fed her a bunch of bullshit, Akina’s still good peoples, and she’s the type of broad a nigga like me needs on his team. But the bitch still ain’t the type of broad I’d wanna wife. Any bitch who sucks the nut outta me, then swallows it on the first night ain’t wifey material in my book. I don’t give a fuck how fine ya ass is, or how good ya brain game is, you played ya’self. And you a damn freak-nasty bitch only good for fuckin’ and suckin’ on this dick. And that’s what it is.
“Well, don’t get gassed, nigga. The dick is good and all, but I ain’t tryna put a lock ’n chain on it.”
Yeah, right. “Oh, aiight, if you say so.”
She laughs. “Nigga, it is what it is.” She rests her chin up on my chest, keepin’ her eyes locked on me. “So why you fucking all them other bitches if they don’t compare to me?”
I grin. “I thought you didn’t care.”
“I don’t. I just wanna know.”
Yeah, okay. “’Cause I can,” I say, keepin’ it real wit’ her ass. For as long as a nigga can remember, bitches have always thrown the pussy at me. Growin’ up, I wasn’t like most cats who had to hound a ho for some ass; bitches pressed me for a taste of this chocolate. And since bitches loved to talk ’bout the size of a nigga’s dick, almost e’ery bitch in Essex, Union, Hudson, and Pasaaic counties knew ’bout my dick game. And they all wanted to see— and feel, for themselves. And they still do. “And as long as they’re willin’ to throw me the ass,” I tell her, kissin’ her on the lips, “I’ma keep catchin’ it. I love pussy, and I love to fuck.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, you fuck all the bitches you want. But you make sure you don’t catch nothing else besides pussy ’cause I’m not tryna catch nothing I can’t get rid of.”
“Aye, yo, don’t play me. I might fuck alotta pussy, but I keep my man strapped up at all times, real talk.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she says, twistin’ her lips up like she ain’t believin’ it, “if you say so.”
“It’s what it is, baby. I might be many things, but reckless ain’t one of ’em.”
She looks at me. “Well, maybe not. But like I said, as long as you got me wetting ya dick, you make sure you keep it strapped. I don’t wanna have to shut shit down.”
I laugh. “Yeah, right.”
