“Nigga, I ain’t scared of shit,” I lie.
“Well, I am. Look. I’ma do shit that ain’t always gonna be right. But if you worried ’bout a muhfucka creepin’ on you, don’t be. That’s not what I do.”
“Nigga, you ain’t neva been in a relationship, so you don’t know what you will or won’t do.”
“True. Da only thing I ever had on my mind was pussy and brain. ’Til now. On some real shit, this is da first time in my life where a muhfucka is thinkin’ ’bout da future. This ain’t me, ma.”
I squint at ’im. “What ain’t you?”
He opens his arms. “This. Sittin’ here, feelin’ what I feel. I ain’t never felt ’bout no female da way I feel ’bout you, yo. And I damn sure wasn’t tryna have any of ’em meet my moms or be all up in my personal space. For me to bring you to my crib; let you know how a muhfucka’s livin’ is major. So I know I’m not ’bout to fuck up da chance to make this work.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah…womp, womp, womp…a bitch ain’t tryna hear all this shit. This muhfucka has me all off my square. Gotta bitch feelin’…unsure. Then this nigga sittin’ here barefoot and bare-chested is a fuckin’ distraction. A bitch can’t think straight. If I was still pumpin’ heat in muhfuckas’ skulls, I wouldn’t be all twisted up. But a bitch wit’ a horny, wet pussy ain’t always gonna think straight, like right now. I’m ready to Amtrak this nigga and ride the tracks off’a his dick.
I stare at his chest, then lean ova and lick his nipple. He puts his head back. My mouth covers it and I lightly suck it, ’til he lets out a moan. I grab at his crotch, massage his dick ova his jeans ’til it starts to get long ’n thick.
“Right now, all I care ’bout you makin’ work is this dick.”
He opens and shuts his legs. The lump in his pants swells and stretches. “Damn, you gotta nigga’s head spinnin’, Kat.”
Don’t let me have’ta put a bullet in it.
I glance up at ’im. Look ’im in his eyes. “You want some’a this juicy pussy, muhfucka?”
“Hell, yeah. But I wanna finish talkin’, first.”
“Listen, fuck talkin’. We can finish all this chit chat. But, for right now, we need to take it to da sheets. A bitch’s pussy needs some tongue ’n dick action. Fuck this pussy, then we can get back to me dismissin’ ya ass.”
I stand up. “Yo, fuck that. I ain’t lettin’ you dismiss shit. So we need’a finish talkin’ this shit out, first.”
I tilt my head. “Nigga, you betta get ya ass up and take care of this pussy. Fuck all that ’xtra shit you talkin, or get put da fuck out.” He grins, jumpin’ up like his ass caught fire. “Yeah, I thought so.”
I turn to spin-off on ’im, but he pulls me by the arm, spinnin’ me into ’im, then scoopin’ me up in his arms. I quickly throw my arms ’round his neck, holdin’ on tight.
“Nigga, you crazy. Put me down ’fore you drop me,” I say, tryin’ not to laugh. But a bitch is lookin’ forward to bein’ dropped down on this muhfucka’s dick.
“Yo, I got you, baby,” he says, takin’ the stairs two at a time. “I can’t wait to get lost up in them walls. Daddy wanna long stroke you to sleep, ma.”
“Yeah, right, muhfucka. We’ll see. I bet this pussy’ll milk ya ass to sleep first.”
He laughs, pushin’ open the bedroom door. He lays me on the bed. “That’s all good. I gotta lotta nut, baby, so it is what it is. We can go round for round up in this muhfucka. Yo, I don’t give a fuck what you say. I know you diggin’ me. And I’ma keep pressin’ ya fine-ass ’til you admit it.”
I suck my teeth, untyin’ my robe, then layin’ back on the bed. I bend my legs all the way back. “Nigga, da only thing I’ma admit to is wantin’ ya tongue on my clit.”
“Shiiiit, you ain’t said nuthin’ but a word, baby. A muhfucka’s face loves bein’ pressed up in between them highs.”
“Then clock in, nigga, and get ta work.”
He kisses all ova the front of my pussy, then slowly licks the right side of my lips, then the left side. He flicks my clit wit’ his tongue, then dips his tongue in my slit.
I arch my back. Palm both sides of his head. “Oooooh, yes… ohhhhh, yessss, muhfucka…mmmm…eat that pussy, nigga…”
On some real shit a bitch can see why this muhfucka has a buncha hoes ready to jump offa bridges ’n shit ova ’im. This nigga’s tongue work is siiiick. Yeah, muhfucka, I think, moanin’, it ain’t no use in denyin’ it. You gotta bitch diggin’ ya no-good ass, hard!
TWO HOURS LATER, WE’RE LAYIN’ IN BED. ALEX IS ON HIS BACK, lightly snorin’. I am on my side, propped up on my forearm, gazin’ at ’im in the dark. Yeah, muhfucka, pussy heat done knocked ya ass out. I lift up the sheet and stare at his nakedness. The muhfucka has a body sculpted to perfection. Smooth chocolate wrapped ’round neva-endin’ muscles. This shit makes no damn sense, I think as I lick my lips. A muhfucka bein’ this damn fine.
Yeah, bitch, and no damn good. Leave this nigga alone.
But he sounds like he’s really tryna make it pop with a bitch.