When she started that rocking back and forth, grinding on my shit, I knew I was gon’ be fucked up ‘bout her. I’d rather a woman fuck back than to hit that slow grind. That shit was dangerous.
“It’s so big, Enzo,” she breathed heavily into my ear.
“That dick good to that pussy, Thyri? It’s good to you, Mama?”
“Sooo good.”
“Ride it. Ride that dick like it’s good to you.”
I didn’t know what clicked in her head, but she placed her hands on my chest and got to throwing that pussy on me.
“You fuckin’ right.”WHAP!I slapped her ass hard. “Ride that dick. Get that nut, girl.”
The more I talked, the wetter the pussy got.
“Ooouuu, shit. I’ma cum. You gon’ cum wit’ me, Enzo? You gon’ gimme that nut, Daddy? Ughhh, shit, I’m cummin’.”
“Arghhh, fuck. Me too.” I pulled her up quick, shooting a load all over her pussy lips.
“You gon’ make me fall!” she squealed, while I held her up.
“Relax, girl. I got you.” I stood and sat her down on the couch.
“Damn. Had I known it was like that, I would’ve gave you the coochie the night I stayed over at your house the first time.” She giggled.
Leaning over with my dick hanging freely, I kissed her lips. “Well, you done fucked up giving it to me now cause you can’t have it back.”
Her response was just a smile and a nod. That was all the understanding I needed.
We watchedan episode ofRaising Kanen,and Thyri fell asleep shortly after. Although I wanted to stay and lay up under her on the couch where we settled for the night, I couldn’t rest until after I made a quick run. Taking the spare key she’d given me to lock the door, I walked outside into the dead of night. Hopping in my car, I started it and sat for a minute to give the engine time to adjust to the cold. While I waited, I typed Kennedy’s address into my GPS system. According to the map, she lived forty minutes from Thyri’s place.
Having driven past the house twice over the last two years, I was familiar with the area. I could cut the drive by ten minutes. I always knew where Kennedy was from the moment we went our separate ways after leaving the hospital. I kept tabs on her from afar in the event EJ ever had a freak accident and needed her O blood type for a transfusion. It sounded farfetched, but I liked to stay two steps ahead.
For the last two years, I’d driven past her house the day before EJ’s birthday. I wanted to see with my own eyes what a deadbeat mother could possibly have going on that she would completely dismiss the fact that her son had grown a year older. I figured that God wasn’t ready for us to see each other face to face just yet because I could never catch up to her. Taking it as a sign, I never drove by again, but I committed the address to memory. Wanting to go into this with a clear head, I drove in silence.
The thing about Kennedy was that she didn’t know boundaries. She also didn’t know when she was in danger. And me being who I was, I had no problem reminding her.
Pulling onto the quiet street of her quaint Mt. Vernon residence, I parked three homes down from her. Still dressed in my clothes from dinner earlier, I looked the part of the working class that lived on the block – except it was late and I was Black. Conscious of those two facts, I walked with my head up like I was an invited guest. The same energy pushed me to the back of Kennedy’s house and up her patio steps. Like most people, the patio door was unlocked, granting me easy access.
Stepping inside, I navigated the darkness until I found the living room. I settled on the arm of an oversized couch, prepared to wait until the homeowners arrived. Taking out my phone, I sent Thyri a text.
Me: Hey, Sleeping Beauty. If you get up in the middle of the night and I’m not there, check yo’ pussy to make sure I ain’t ran off wit’ it. If it’s still attached to you, then you know I’ll be back to get some more.
I started to send a kissy face emoji but had to draw the line somewhere. New pussy would have a nigga doing some strange ass shit. Scrolling to my game center on my phone, I started a new game of Solitaire to keep my mind occupied while I waited.
An hour passed before I heard keys in the door.
“Damn, Kennedy. You forgot to set the alarm again.” I heard Kennedy’s weak ass husband’s voice.
The fact that he relied on his wife to ensure that the house was secure in the first place was some ho ass shit in my opinion.
“How is it that we both left here together, yet I’m the one who forgot to set the alarm?” Kennedy countered.
Now, I didn’t agree with her on shit, but this one thing I had to give to her. As their footsteps got closer, I concluded that it was just the two of them in the house. I reached over and flicked the light on from the lamp that sat on their end table.
“Welcome home,” I said lowly.
“Enzo, what the fuck?!” Kennedy jumped back with her hand on her chest, while her husband quickly threw his hands in the air.
