“Fuck!” I shouted as I headed in the other direction to my dorm to change clothes.
Now my mind was on Thick Neck. That nigga thought he was slick, but I was slicker.
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My hand slid up her back, caressing her soft skin. The way she straddled my lap while glancing down at me made a nigga feel like a king. Phoebe’s body rocked back and forth as she fucked on a nigga.
“Shit,” I grunted.
Her head rolled in a full circle before she leaned forward, arching her back perfectly. My hand came down, slapping the side of her ass. “Just like that,” I told her.
Rock forward, bounce back.
Her eyes devoured me as she rode my dick like she was riding a horse.
Rock forward, bounce back.
I smacked her ass again, then spread her ass cheeks. The sound of mac and cheese filled the room as she and I held our private sex session.
Rock forward, bounce back.
I used my hand to guide her hips. I lifted her before bringing her down slowly.“Goddamn, shit feels crazy, gang.”
“Shhh,” she purred.
Lift, rock, down.
A sharp, “Ooo,” fell from her lips.
I reminded her, “Nah, shhh, remember?”
I captured one of her pierced nipples in my mouth and sucked all on that muhfucka. My hip movement matched hers as we began burning a hole in her bed.
“Ah, God!” she cried.
“Yeah, show a nigga how you fuck.”
Lift, rock, down.
“Zay, I’m cummin’.”
Lift, rock, down.
My head shot up to the sound of something slamming onto a table.
Slam!
When I opened my eyes, my professor’s face was directly in front of me. “Mr. Keyton, class is over.”
I glanced around to find the classroom empty. After my late-night session with Phoebe, a nigga was tired as hell. When linking up with her, the idea was never to smash but truly to get to know her. Being in her bed was like a taste of heaven. The only thing was that we had decided that sex was something she and I would touch only when needed. Did I like her? Yes. However, we both had boundaries, and a relationship was something neither of us was looking for. I had me a roster; she was just an added touch. I wasn’t sure if she had one, but I wouldn’t have doubted it. The pussy she served me had me so fucked up, I didn’t even remember going to class.
I refocused on my professor and said, “My bad.”
“Yeah, your bad. You have a paper due in two weeks. I recommend asking your peers or checking the board for details. Why are you here if you’re not going to take this seriously? I heard about your behavior last year. Your scholarship covers sports, but remember, there is no “sports” without good grades and no success without education. From one brother to another, they’re watching you and waiting for you to fail. Many Black Americans have achieved success,but not enough of them. If students continue like this, it will never be sufficient. You need to discover your purpose because right now, you’re just another statistic occupying space that could go to students eager to be here.”
I ran my hands down my face because a lecture on my life was the last thing I needed. I knew I needed to focus and find my purpose, but it was the pressure of everyone around me. They wanted me to forget the thing I loved most and focus on something I wasn’t really interested in. I just needed some time to clear my head and think, and I couldn’t do that with everyone constantly bothering me.
