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“Whatever,” she says, rollin’ her eyes. I laugh at her. Finish up eatin’, then go for seconds. By the time I’m done, I’m so damn stuffed the only thing I wanna do is go back to bed. But, Cherry has other plans. She wants to fuck, then take the forty-five-minute drive out to Costa Mesa to hit up South Coast Plaza, an upscale shoppin’ mall. And you already know doin’ both is aiight wit’ me.
After we finish rockin’ the springs, Cherry jumps in the shower. She invites me in wit’ her, but I ain’t beat. I tell her to go do her, and stay in bed a while longer. For some reason, I’m tired as fuck. I doze off for another thirty minutes ’til Cherry comes back up in the room and starts shakin’ a mufucka to get up. I shower and dress, then come out into the livin’ room in a pair of MEK jeans and a burgundy Affliction thermal and a pair of tan Timbs. “It’s breezy out today,” she tells me, starin’ at me like I’ma freeze to death. “Aren’t you gonna wear a jacket?”
“Listen, baby. It’s twenty-four degrees back home. This fifty-degree weather is like spring to me. If you need to be bundled up like you in the middle of the Antarctica, then do you. But, I’m cool wit’ what I got on.”
She smirks, grabbin’ her bag and keys. “Well, alrighty then. Let’s roll.” I follow behind her, lockin’ my eyes on her swayin’ ass and hips.
When we get to the mall, I gotta say I’m impressed. The shit has two sections: the Main Plaza, which is big as hell. And Crystal Court—a much smaller mall, both connected by a bridge. We hit up the specialty spots like D & G, Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and Louis Vuitton, then make our way to over Bloomingdale’s and Saks. By the time we walk up outta there and head back to the car, it’s almost six o’clock. And we’re loaded down wit’ bags.
As soon as we get into the car, I lean over and kiss Cherry on her luscious-ass lips, softly at first, then I get forceful, pushin’ my tongue deep into her mouth. All the paper she’s dropped on me got a muhfucka’s dick hard, hot and horny. I start grabbin’ her titties. If she knew howta suck a gotdamn dick, I’d have her spin my top. Oh, well.
“I wanna fuck you, right here in this parkin’ garage,” I tell her, unbuttonin’ her blouse, then reachin’ in and playin’ wit’ her titties.
She moans. “You can get this pussy anywhere, anyhow, you want it.”
I grin. “Oh, word? Baby, you lucky I don’t have any condoms wit’ me. Otherwise, I’d tear ya ass up in the backseat.”
She grins, reachin’ for her bag. “Hold up for a minute.” She opens it, pullin’ out a box of Durex condoms. “Don’t you know a diva is always prepared?” I grin back at her, unzippin’ my jeans and fishin’ out my dick. I recline my seat as far back as it will go. She takes out a wrapper, rolls it down on my joint, hikes her skirt up over her hips, then climbs her bare ass up over me and slides down on this dick, rodeo-ridin’ this cock ’til we both bust.
Thirty minutes later, she starts the engine, then backs outta the parkin’ space—happily fucked. “So have you thought any more about my proposition?” she asks, glancin’ over at me. Shit, I was hopin’ this wasn’t gonna come up.
I adjust my seat upright. “Nah, actually, I haven’t. I know ya biological clock is tickin’ and all, but right now, baby, I can’t see myself plantin’ a nut up in you. I’m not ready for sumthin’ that major.”
“Fair enough,” she says, bearin’ onto I-405 South. “So, let me ask you. And be honest.”
I hope this bitch ain’t ’bout to beat me in the head wit’ no bullshit, I think, cockin’ my head to the side. “Wassup?”
“If it weren’t for the money and shopping sprees that I freely hit you with, would I still be the type of woman you’d spend time with?”
Fuck! If this is ’posed to be a trick question, she done failed ’cause I ain’t ’bout to fuck up my paper tellin’ her no dumb shit. “No doubt, baby.”
“Why?”
“’Cause you got some good pussy,” I say, grinnin’. She sucks her teeth, rollin’ her eyes.
“Oh, so that’s the only reason?”
“Keepin’ shit gee, it’s the biggest reason. But, it’s not the only reason. You also got ya shit together. I dig how you stay on ya grind, makin’ major moves. Baby, you’re a strong, independent, beautiful woman.”
“But?”
You gotta head like a damn globe. Kickin’ some real shit, moon face or not, the more time I spend wit’ Cherry, the more I’m startin’ to dig her. “No, ‘but,’ baby. Whether you lacin’ me or not, I’d still wanna fuck wit’ you.” I’m shocked at myself for sayin’ this, and actually meanin’ it. She smiles. “But I ain’t gonna front and say you don’t have a muhfucka spoiled as hell, word up. You got me rotten, baby—right down to the damn core.”
She laughs.
“So, you tell me. If I wasn’t packin’ all this big-ass dick, would you still be fuckin’ wit’ a muhfucka like me?” Now on some real shit, I already know what it is. It’s this dick that’s got her strung ’cause it’s not like a nigga’s comin’ to the table wit’ sumthin’ else, feel me? Yeah, I’ma fine, sexy, black nigga, but all I’m ever gonna offer her is good dick packed wit’ hot cream and a buncha mind-blowin’, toe-curlin’ sex.
“As fine as you are, I probably would.”
I bust out laughin’. “Stop lyin’. You know damn well if I was servin’ ya ass wit’ a little-ass dick, you’d be feelin’ gypped. Little dick and broke, you’d dismiss a nigga quick, and you know it.”
“That’s not so,” she says, tryna sound offended. Fuck outta here!
“Yeah, right,” I say, smirkin’.
“No, I’m serious. Yes, it’s nice being with a well-endowed man. But trust me. It isn’t the most important thing. A big dick doesn’t guarantee a good experience. I’ve dated some men who were average size, but they knew how to work what they had and it was great. It’s not the dick that makes the experience. It’s the man behind it. It’s the connection.”
“Yeah, okay; sounds good. But I know better. Ya ass’d be bored to death wit’ a muhfucka short-strokin’ you. Baby, be real. You know like I know, you got too much pussy for a short-stroker.”
