I closed my eyes. He filled me to capacity.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
“Yessssss.”
“I’m addicted to you, Trouble. I can’t help myself,” Flocco confessed. “You got my head all fucked up. I don’t care how long it takes for you to open your heart to me. I’m waiting. I’m waiting so I can do shit like this right here. Whenever. Wherever. However.”
“Yessssss.”
He was digging into me. I could hear my arousal. I could smell the pleasantries of the aroma. Compounded with his words and I was near the brink.
“So stop trying to push me away. I ain’t going nowhere. No fucking where. You hear me?”
“Mm hm.”
“You missed this dick?”
“Mm hm,” I admitted. “Yessssss.”
“You ain’t ever got to. This motherfucker yours.”
“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.
My announcement was slightly tardy. My walls were already trying to swallow Flocco whole. Balls and all. My contractions extracted the cum from his dick, making him stiffen inside of me. I closed my eyes, realizing what we’d just done.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
“Floc–”
“I’ll handle it, Hyph.”
I didn’t feel the need to dwell. No parts of me believed Flocco was being untrue.
He lowered my body to the ground. I reached into the handbag that was strapped to my body, removing the two napkins I’d stuffed inside in case I began sweating between the thighs on our stroll up The Boulevard.
Flocco took them both. He patted me dry, eyes penetrating me. I couldn’t help myself. The smile led to the roll of my eyes.
“Don’t play yourself, Hyph. You like a nigga.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“I have a lot of work to do on myself before I have the freedom tolikea nigga.”
“I fucks with it.”
“Then why are you constantly on my bumper?”
“Cause I need you and the rest of these niggas to know what type of time I’m on. Always.”
I chuckled with a shake of my head.
“I’m ready to get into some fuckingTrouble. No questions asked.”
