It had been years since I’d been in love. I would eventually have to settle down, and I couldn’t deny that I had my eyes open lately. That was why Storm was able to sit on my lap and ask me a million nosy questions.
“Well, at this point in my life, I am looking for something serious. I know I’m just here on vacation, and you’re my lil’ summer fling or whatever, but I would like us to keep in contact.”
I smirked. “You don’t even know how the dick is yet, and you wanna keep in contact?”
She laughed. “Shit, I’m ready to find out right now. This D’usse got me feeling good.”
Storm started grinding on my lap to the music, and I found myself untying her bikini top, causing her breasts to spill out into my face. I started licking one of her nipples, causing her to moan softly.
“You got some condoms, right?” I asked because I wasn’t going in her raw.
“Yup, I got a fresh box in my beach bag.” She reached over for her bag.
Storm was riding my dick so good, I was in a trance as she moaned in my ear. I could suddenly smell the rain, and the air was thick with humidity. California had a weird pattern of weather when it got too hot near the beach. I opened my eyes, and the sky started turning dark gray.
I had forgotten about the summer storm that was coming. I had been so wrapped up in getting money. Storm started bouncing on my dick like a porn star, and sprinkles of rain starting to fall. She felt too good, so I continued to fuck her in the rain until I reached my peak. By the time I was done, the rain had started pouring, so we rushed into the house.
Storm got flooded in with me, so she couldn’t go back to her hotel. Therefore, she stayed at my house, sucking and fucking on me for forty-eight hours, and I enjoyed every minute of her being around.
Luckily, my freezer was filled with food because she was cooking for a nigga, too. I made sure I set the record straight with her that I was single, even though she was laid up with me. We were just kicking it until she left to go back to Colorado. She was a good catch, but I had to push her to the side until I was ready.
Once the roads were safe to drive again, Hurricane wasted no time getting on my line, ready to cause another storm worse than the one that had passed.
HIS EATER
“Foreign drugs,hallucinations is all I see. Actin’ crazy, get the police called on me!”
Toxic Punkby NBA YoungBoy blared through my office while I was getting sloppy ass head from Sparkle. I was high asfuck off a pill and a few shots of cognac and feeling good. Next to being on the hunt for my opps, getting my dick sucked was all I wanted to do. Sparkle sat on the couch while I fucked her throat like it was her pussy. She had her eyes closed, but tears fell because she was trying to keep herself from gagging. If she gagged, there were consequences behind that. I thrust myself deeper, slowly, trying to feel the bitch’s tonsils.
“You cheatin’ on My Heart again, huh?”I heard my brother from another mother, Coast, say to me.
He was coming to bother me because he had been in my head on and off since the day he died. Now, he was back full force. I made a promise to him that I hadn’t fulfilled, but I was getting close to it. What he wanted me to do was going to cost me a lot.
“I ain’t never fucked this bitch. You should know that since you always with me when I’m feeding the bitch my dick,” I mumbled, trying not to listen to him and stay focused on Sparkle’s mouth job. Coast was driving me crazy, literally, and it wasn’t shit I could do about it.
“Who you talkin to?” Sparkle asked, looking up at me.
“Not you, bitch. Now keep suckin’ and watch ya teeth.” I lifted her chin and shoved my dick back down her throat. My team was arriving in thirty minutes, and I wanted to get mine off. That was the only way I would be able to get through the night.
“I told you that I was going to follow you forever if you didn’t confess to Mula and My Heart.”
I ignored my thoughts because they weren’t real. I was still grieving after two years, and my mental illness had taken over. Ever since I was a kid, I was in the streets. I caught my first body at fourteen to prove myself to my father, and ever since then, my opps’ souls stuck to me like glue.
I was diagnosed with the early stages of schizophrenia at sixteen years old when my mother caught me talking to myselftoo many times. The shit t she heard me say had her scared to death. My diagnosis went dormant when I got into my twenties, but once Coast died, I was back to my old ways. He wasn’t the only one who talked to me, either. He was just the loudest of them all.
I grabbed Sparkle by the back of her neck and picked up my pace. When I told Coast I didn’t fuck Sparkle, I was serious. She was one of my runners to get my packs since I made Yummi retire, and Mula had moved up. I also used her as a cum rag when I needed to bust a nut without fucking Yummi. The only thing I needed from Sparkle was her throat, and she was cool with that. Yummi didn’t have to suck my dick because I considered her my queen. Sucking dick was a job for slut bitches like Sparkle. That was why I didn’t understand why Yummi thought I treated her wrong.
My abusive ways toward Yummi were because I was stressed the fuck out. She wasn’t the only one who caught my wrath. My team caught hell as well.
To me, Sparkle got it way worse than Yummi did. I had blackened her eye a few times to the point where she had to cover it with makeup. I even fucked her up for lying on Yummi. I’d only grabbed Yummi by the throat because she was mine. I had my eyes on her for years, and I was the only one who was bold enough to step to her. Mula and all my other homies were scary… Not me.
Even if Coast was still alive, I would have gotten with her. I was already texting her days before her birthday.
Sparkle tapped my thigh while I pushed my dick further down her throat.
“Nah, take all this length,” I uttered arrogantly.
I pulled out and my dick released like a volcano all over her face, but when I finished, she puked on the floor.
