“Lacie, bring yo’ drunk ass ova here,” Vince said after he wrapped his arms around my best friend’s waist. He kissed her neck after he let out a chuckle. They were the cutest couple.
She turned in his arms and kissed his lips. Their daughters were here earlier in the night. Once the clock struck ten-thirty, they left with their paternal grandparents. I predicted that there was going to be some drunk fucking in the Paulson household tonight. When Vince and Lacie were drunk, there was no limitation to where they would fuck. It was best if my niecey-poohs were out of the house.
My body melted to the feeling of arms wrapped around my waist from behind. The place on my neck where his lips kissed warmed to the feeling. “Oh, I ga put a ring on ya finger?” he asked in my ear in a quiet tone.
I giggled, turned in his arms to face him, then wrapped my arms around his neck. At my shorter height, he had to lean down slightly for me to do so. “If that’s what you eventually want to do, then I won’t have a problem with that.”
His eyes bore into mine for a beat, then he kissed my lips. “How ’bout we start wit’ you officially bein’ my lil one? Trust me, we ga get to da ring if you keep bein’ real wit’ a nigga.”
I tilted my head back to offer my lips. He kissed me passionately. When our lips disconnected, I blushed. “I would love to be your lil one.”
Chapter 3
Tafari
It’s Official . . .
Fucking right she would love to be my lil one. I had been on her ass ever since I got her phone number. From the second I saw Pril’s fine ass in the parking lot on the camera monitors, I knew I wanted her. Her gorgeous brown skin had a reddish hue to it. Her eyelashes were naturally long, and her brown eyes were soul snatching. I loved that she wore those Janet Jackson,Poetic Justicebraids. It was a perfect fit for her personality and vibe.
I wasn’t even going to start on how thick she was. I loved a woman with meat on her bones. I was a big dick nigga, and I didn’t want to have to wonder if a bitch could take my dick. From my experience, it was the thicker chicks that could handle my tons. Pril’s thickness was what I wanted, but her personality, confidence, aura, and calm demeanor was what I felt I needed.
Since her mother said it and Pril gave me the explanation for what it meant, I knew that I would do just like her mother advised. I would treat her like a queen, princess, human, then slut. When Ms. Meriland originally said it, I looked at her sideways as fuck. What the fuck was she on? After my babyexplained it, it made complete sense and was something that I could rock with.
My woman was a queen who handled her business. Her nail studio was voted one of the top Black-owned nail studios in Charleston. Bitches spent their light bill money to get in the seat across from her to get their nails done. She was booked on a consistent basis, which I loved. What I didn’t love was when she got caught up in her work and didn’t eat. I asked her once what her ex did when she told him that she didn’t eat. When she told me that nigga really didn’t do anything, I knew that nigga wasn’t shit. Now that she had me, that would never be a problem.
It had only been a week since our first date and we’d seen each other every day since. I chilled at her spot, she came to mine, or she was at my restaurant. We hadn’t spent the night together yet. That was to be expected since we hadn’t made things official.
Well, we were official. That was why she was with me in Vince and Lacie’s guest bedroom about to get smutted out. It was time to treat my queen like a nasty ass slut. “Damn, Pril. Suck dat dick jus’ like dat,” I said before my mouth went back to her pussy that hovered over my face.
Her moan on my dick reverberated through my spine. She passed the first sexual test . . . Her throat could take this dick. She’d fed me her nut a couple times since my mouth ate on her pussy. I didn’t want to feed her yet, so I tapped her ass and told her to get up. I already fed her in the shower.
We stripped out of our clothes as soon as we came into the room because we showered together. I wanted to tap that ass in the shower, especially after she sucked all of my nutrients through my dick. The way my dick spit up unexpectedly was disrespectful as fuck. I felt like a lil nigga.
Earlier this week, Pril and I exchanged STD test results. I knew that she was on birth control pills. Once I knew she wasclean, on birth control, and mine, I had no plans to strap up. I made sure she knew that shit too and she was cool with it.
Once she climbed off of me, I maneuvered my body to lay on top of hers. I felt her body shiver at my touch. That shit turned me on because I knew she wanted a nigga just as much as I wanted her. Our kiss was passionate. I mumbled against her lips, “You ready to feel this dick?”
“Please. I want to feel you,” she said between her moans because of my mouth now on her titty. Her pussy’s wetness could be felt on my dick. If it was that wet and I wasn’t in it, I knew it was about to be the best problem once I was in it.
I lifted her leg, bent it back, then positioned myself to enter the prize. She was wet, but that pussy still clamped down as soon as my head went in. She hissed before her body stiffened. Her eyes closed as I slid the rest of the way in. “You good, bae?”
She didn’t respond.Is she holding her breath?My movement halted when a tear fell from her eye. I knew she wasn’t a virgin because we had that conversation. I kissed the tear that fell from her eye. “It really hurts. I don’t know?—”
That was enough for me to pull out. She didn’t need to finish the sentence. I kissed her lips as I wiped the tears that streamed down the sides of her face. “It’s alright, baby. Stop crying.”
“I’m so sorry. We can try again. I just need a minute,” she said through her sniffles.
I moved to lay beside her, then pulled her into my arms. I kissed her forehead. “We ain’t gotta try again right now. E been a long day. Let’s jus’ get some rest.”
She wrapped her arms around me, then buried her face into my neck. Her tears on my neck ached my heart. There was nothing for her to be sorry for. We had forever for her to get used to this dick as far as I was concerned.
A Week Later
What We Not Gonna Do . . .
I tried to understand how I went from making my relationship with my girl official to not seeing or hearing from her for a week. The morning after Jordan and Nicole’s engagement party, I woke up in Lacie and Vince’s guest bedroom alone. Talk about a nigga was pissed. I gathered my feelings, thought about how my girl felt, then chilled out.
I wanted to give her some space, but not enough space for her to think that I was on some fuck shit. Nothing changed between us because of one off night. Being a grown ass man, hell, adult was understanding that sometimes it took time for a couple to click sexually. The attraction was there, so I wasn’t worried about any of that.
