The two of them were hell. They cursed each other out for sport. I genuinely believed that Loco enjoyed getting his asscursed out by Benelli because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t constantly fuck with her the way that he did.
“Boy, fuck you! I’m calling to talk to my sister,” Benelli snapped on him, and I’m telling you, Loco got pleasure out of this because he was behind me laughing.
“Ay, I run the show over here. If I tell her to hang up that motha fuckin phone, she going to hang up the phone,” he kept on.
“Loco, stop. Benelli, what’s up? Is it at least just five minutes worthy? If it’s going to take longer than five minutes, I can just call you back,” I said, ready to go into pound town myself, but at the same time, I was itching to see what it was that my sister was calling me about.
“You been on social media today? Phantom is out here on the grill, and I was strolling, and I went down the rabbit hole, looking at different posts that people are sharing about Yolanda’s fiancé. Girl, this nigga been at clubs, lounges, buying bottles, throwing money on strippers, and he just bought a Lamborghini. I just don’t get how the fuck he’s doing this shit when it’s only been four months since his fiancé was murdered! Man, if somebody killed Phantom, Uzi, they would have to put me in a fuckin psych ward. Four months is too soon. Then, in one of the videos, he already out with a new bitch. How can he move on so fast like that? They going to have to investigate that nigga as a possible suspect. It’s no way your fiancé was just murdered a few months ago, and you already outside like that. No way in hell,” you could hear the anger in Benelli’s voice, which I wasn’t surprised about because her and Yolanda were good friends.
When it made the news about her death, Benelli took the news hard. I knew she would, and that’s why when I found out about it, I didn’t call her and tell her. I waited until she saw it on her own. She saw it hours later, and she called me screamingon the phone, crying, truly heartbroken about what happened to Yolanda. Four months later, and they still never found the men that pulled up on her and killed her in front of her boutique.
“That is weird. Weird as hell. I’m not defending him, but you don’t think that’s his way of grieving? You know everybody grieves differently,” I wanted to be careful on what I said to her because I knew this was something that Benelli was going to be sensitive about.
She lost a friend, and months later, we didn’t have answers. When I said what I said, she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me.
“He’s grieving by already fuckin other hoes, buying a six-figure car, and being in and out the club every other night? Yeah, let me hang up on you before I curse your ass out,” she snapped on me, and before I could even get a word in, this bitch hung the phone up on me.
I swear if I wasn’t about to fuck, I would have called her ass back, and cursed her out for hanging up on me, but I allowed her to have that.
“You know that I didn’t mean it like that, right? I’m not excusing the shit that he’s doing, but it is true what I said. People do grieve differently, right? I shouldn’t have said that, huh?” I asked him, turning around in his lap, so that I could straddle him.
“You right. You just didn’t say what she wanted to hear at the moment. When shit cools down, call her back. I don’t think she meant to snap and hang up the phone on you like that. She lost a friend. Somebody she was close with is no longer here. She was gunned down, and I’m sure she’s just still feeling the motions behind that, and it don’t make the shit any better that we still don’t know who did it. I don’t know Yolanda’s fiancé, but damn, you think he’s the kind of nigga that needs to get looked at asa potential suspect? What is it that he does for a living?” Loco wanted to know.
“They loved each other. One of the last times that I was at her boutique, she was telling me how happy she was with him. I’m not sure what it is that he does for a living, but I know he has money. That’s the only kind of men that Yolanda dealt with. I know it’s some crazy men out here, but you think he would go to that extent of having his fiancé murdered?” I asked him, cocking my head to the side, trying to see if that was something that would even make sense.
“Shit. I don’t know. I can’t speak on that. I didn’t know bruh,” Loco said, and his response was understandable.
I dropped it, and the second he put the blunt out, I leaned my head in, and I went right for his neck. I placed soft kisses on it, and sucks. My hand dropped down into the water, getting a hold of his dick, and I sensually started stroking it. A low moan escaped his lips. I swear, the second that I lifted my hips, so that I could plant myself on his dick, there was light knocks on our bathroom door.
“What the fuck, man! Didn’t I tell your ass to lock the fuckin bedroom door? I told you one of them was going to come looking for us,” Loco snapped.
I didn’t even have a rebuttal because before we got in the tub, he did tell me to lock the door, but I got sidetracked and forgot to do it.
“Ma! Ma, what you doing? You said you was going to help pick my outfit out tomorrow for picture day!” Lil Loco’s teenaged voice boomed from the other side of the door.
Lil Loco was a mama’s boy in every sense of the word. He thought that he was so damn grown at fourteen years old, but he was the child that needed me for every little thing. Granted, he could pick out his own look for picture day tomorrow, but heknew that I had style, and that I was into fashion, so he often came to me when he was looking to put different looks together.
“Boy, if you don’t pull out a shirt and some jeans and call it a day. Your mama busy,” Loco snapped. You could see the annoyance on his face because both times when he tried to get some pussy, he was interrupted.
“Aight. Just come in my room when you done then,” he said, and I could hear his footsteps as he walked away from the door.
“You’re so grouchy tonight. My pussy that good, nigga?” I asked him, not wasting any time because I lifted, and I sat right down on it, moaning the whole way down because that shit felt so fuckin good.
“You know that shit that good. Four kids were put into you for a reason,” he responded, his large hands going down for my ass, guiding me, as I went up and down on that dick.
I was trying to keep my voice down as low as possible, especially since I knew that the kids were still up, but Loco was fuckin me from underneath, matching the rhythm that I was using to ride him, and the feeling that I felt coming from in between my legs was so good, that I wanted to shed tears on this dick.
“Hmmmm Papi. Ima cummm all over that dickkkk,” I looked him in his eyes, needing him to believe me that I was serious about the things that I was telling him I was going to do.
“I know it, mami. You do it every time I put this dick in you. Your pussy feel so good, Uzi. I’m in a world of my own right now, baby. Tell me when you start cumming. You know I like to hear that shit,” he responded, leaning his head up a little bit, so that he could be closer to me.
This nigga was drilling into my pussy, even as the sex was happening underwater, and he had the nerve to be giving me this death stare, as if he was taunting me to let loose on his dick.
“Ohhhhhh shittttttt…… I’m cumminggggggg,” I moaned so loud, not being able to control this shit if I wanted to.
You know how nasty of a nigga you gotta be to sit back, and look at me with this award-winning smile on your face, after I just finished releasing on you? Me cumming for him genuinely made him happy.
“Damn Marcelo,” I panted, calling him by his real name, crashing my head into his chest, trying to catch my breath.
