Furiously, I straddled him, while throwing blows. I didn’t stop, because the muthafucka was laughing at me.
“You think this is a fucking joke?!”
Somehow, even with me on top of him, Breeze managed to maneuver his body, until he was fully laying on his back. I was still busting him in the head, until I felt something hard press up against Ms. Kitty.
“What the fuck?” I grumbled, as I realized that I was feeling the bulge of his hard dick. “You nasty muthafucka,” I gritted, as I glowered down at him.
Gazing up at me with tight eyes, he chuckled. “Aint nothing nasty about that. It’s just hard, baby. But I can show you something, though. And it’srealnasty.”
See. I think that Breeze had shit twisted. He’d been running through the girls in the area. They were mostly green and didn’t know what to do with a boy from the hood. But I was nothing like those girls. And he couldn’t intimidate me with his brazen vulgarity.
“Nigga, please. If I gave you this pussy, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it.” I rolled my hips and humped him.
“Oh, shit.” He bit his lip, while gripping my hips.
Abruptly, I dismounted him and stood. “This aint that. Now, go get my food, before I kick your nasty ass in the balls.”
While he was still climbing to his feet, I snatched my phone off the counter top, and switched out of the kitchen, knowing that he was watching me walk away.
“Un-un, Summer,” Renny spoke up, reminding me that I still had my girls on the phone. “What the hell were y’all just doing over there?”
Breeze
“Daaaamn,” Kezzy stressed, as he peered around the living room, before we both sat on the sectional. “Aye, I thought that the house y’all was living in before was cool, but this shit is amazing. The fuck does your daddy’s girlfriend do for a living?”
I smirked. “She’s one of the highest paid nurses at a hospital.”
“For real?”
“Yep.”
“I mean…is she cool? Mean? Or what?”
“She’s cool as hell. I can’t lie. Now, I see why my daddy is with her. She got a easygoing personality and can cook. She’s real nice. Then a lot of times whenever she doesn’t cook, she be ordering DoorDash for everybody. Especially since the time me and her daughter got into it over some Popeyes.”
Kezzy furrowed a brow and laughed. “Over Popeyes, nigga?”
“Hell, yeah. That was her ole hungry ass. She literally jumped on me,” I recalled with a smile. “Was rubbing that fat pussy on me too.”
I was talking about Summer freely, because Kezzy wasn’t connected to my boys at school like that. He was one of my best friends from 5thWard, and had driven his mama’s car out to Lake Houston to kick it with me.
Kezzy was one of the few people my pops didn’t have a problem with me keeping in touch with. Overall, he considered him a good kid, because Kezzy was still going to school, and was a star athlete at Wheatley high school. So, he’d regularly come chill at the house, and this was obviously his first time visiting since we’d moved.
He cut his eyes at me. “So, yo new step sister is official?”
I whistled. “Nigga…she finer than a muthafucka. She just mean as hell.”
“I’m saying.” He eagerly licked his lips. “Put me down, then.”
I sucked my teeth. “Man, hell nawl.”
“I’m saying. Why not?”
“Cause—”
“Hamburglar, is your daddy home?” Summer enquired, as she came flouncing into the living room.
I hooded my eyes, peeping the dig on me stealing her food. “You real funny. But nah. He at work.”
