“Hoe, you’re foul as fuck. You know that conversation wasn’t the way you made it seem.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Rhea, come on,” the nigga with her said from the passenger seat.
“You’re talking about Rayzor, but this nigga dog calling you from the passenger seat of your own car. Why the fuck he ain’t driving?”
She didn’t respond as she sped away from the curb. The crazy bitch thought she was doing something, but Rhea knew not toplay with me. That stunt she pulled in Eris’ house was far from over. I was cursing her ass out.
“You good?” City asked.
“I’m pissed off.” I watched her car’s headlights exit the neighborhood. “I need to let some of this steam off. You coming to my house?” I glanced up at him.
His eyes were low and red from being high.
“Hell yeah if that’s what you on.”
“You know it is. Come on,” I told him, leading back into the driveway where my car was. He got into his car and waited on me to leave out before following me.
Damn, the day started out good before going to hell in a fucking handbasket.
Back at my place
No need for a mood. All I wanted to do was be fucked and forget the bullshit that just went down at Eris’. Although I pushed it to the back of my mind, it bothered me that Rhea would take it there.
When I had something to say, I didn’t like to be ignored. Shit, these were grown fucking women, and I couldn’t make them listen to me. I didn’t like what went down, though.
“Aye, you good?” City asked as he unzipped my jeans, pushing them to my knees. Smoke swirled the air as he puffed on the blunt he fired up seconds ago.
“Uh, yeah, why?” I replied, looking around.
“Because I’m about to give you this work and you ain’t even breathing on the dick.”
I huffed.
“It’s fine, City. Come on,” I retorted, pushing my jeans the rest of the way. Kicking them off to the side as he undressed, reaching for his shirt, I held my hand up.
“What you doing?” I asked.
“Shit, getting comfortable.”
“No need. You came here to fuck not stay.”
He paused with an almost confused look in his eyes but didn’t say anything more. This was what it was with City and me. Nothing sensual. Everything sexual.
He shrugged. “Shit, if that’s what you want.”
What else was there to say? And within seconds, he was doing what he came for. Touching, groping, flipping and getting me wetter than a puddle. He was an eater, a mean one. He claimed he didn’t eat every woman; it didn’t matter as long as I was getting ate the fuck up.
He circled and twirled his tongue around my pierced clit.
My juices splattered fast and loud as he made them spread.
One tatted hand gripped my thigh, the other laying against my stomach.
Grinding my pussy deeper, I fed him like I’d be the last meal of the day. The blunt between my lips, smoke seeping from between the opening. I was on cloud 9 as he tore me up. I was barely able to contain the blunt due to the shaking, but mama ain’t raise no bitch. I saw it through until that wave came, and he removed his tongue, replacing it with his dick.
My nails dug deep inside the covers, creating a pile around me as the friction from his thrusts grew deeper and wider.
