“Why?” She cunningly reached over, grabbing my dick through my pants.
“Cause.”
“Cause what?” She pressed. “Cause you know that if I suck your dick then Raven gon end up waiting longer than you promised?”
“Say, girl. You one delusional muthafucka.”
“Okay, pull over,” she insisted. “Let’s see if you can still handle some proper head.”
“Tyra.” I glanced her way, as I pulled up to a red light. “Ion even like you right about now. So, I doubt that my dick would even get hard for you. No cap.”
“Nigga, please.” She waved me off, like I was just bullshitting. “No, wait. Let me guess. You too scared to leave wifey by herself, scared that she might dip off with Khalil’s ass again, huh?”
That did it. When the light changed, I skirted off the block, before pulling into a gas station. As soon as the car was in park, I unbuckled my belt.
“Alright, come on. You wanna suck this dick so bad, then get to it,” I urged, while whipping my hard-on out.
Her talking that shit, and now thinking about what I was about to do to her, created a instant boner.
Wasting no time, she leaned over the console and took my dick into her mouth. Immediately, I gripped her hair, forcing her to gag, knowing that I’d just fucked Raven, and hadn’t bothered showering.
Nastily, she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.
“Look at you, bitch,” I gritted. “Down there sucking Raven’s cum off this dick. You better enjoy the shit, cause that’s ‘bout as close as you’ll ever get to tasting what real good pussy is like.”
“What?” Tyra jerked her head back, causing my dick to plop out of her mouth. “Ewe.” She wiped her mouth. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Shit, you did it to yourself,” I calmly replied, while tucking my dick back into my pants. “Next time maybe you won’t act so fucking thirsty.”
She sniffed, before folding her arms underneath her breasts. “Drop me off at JJ’s daycare. I’ll call a ride from there.”
Laughing, I pulled the car out of the gas station. “Shit, gladly.”
A year later…
“Get up, nigga.”
My eyes sprung open, as I felt something slap my face. “What the fuck?” I sat up in bed, allowing the comforter to slide off my naked body.
Raven was standing over me, wearing a smile, as she held a pair of panties in her hand, while she was in her birthday suit.
“Jahrein, who’s drawls are these,” she sang off key. “You know I wear a size four-or.”
“Those are a size four,” I played along gruffly, with sleep still in my eyes. Knowing her like the back of my hand, I knew thatMovin’ Onby Mya was one of her favorite songs.
“And if you say that you’ve been faithful. Who was at your backdoor…”
“Shit, must’ve been the mail lady.”
“You aint got no money!” She belted loudly. “Should’ve left you long ago-o!”
“Shit, now we know you lying,” I chuckled.
At this point, life was good. We were out of the hood, living in the burbs, buying whatever our hearts desired. The game had been good to us.
“Nigga, I’ll be moving on.” She goofily started trying to do that little dance Mya was doing in that video. That imitation moonwalk.
Seeing her dance while butt ass naked had me laughing hysterically. “Girl, what the fuck?” I chuckled.
