I broke the weed down in the backwood and quickly sealed it with my saliva. Leaning away from the fan, I lit the blunt and pulled the smoke into my body.
Though there was a large screen in front of us, I could feel Hyph staring at the side of my face. I pulled from the weed again, turning in her direction.
“What’s up? What’s on your mind?”
She smiled, rolling her eyes.
“You staring at a nigga and shit. What’s up?”
“I want to try.”
“This?” I held the blunt up.
“Yes.”
“Nah. This ain’t your speed. You want something to drink?”
“Lesson number five thousand and eighty,” she sniggered, “Never deny me. Never tell me no.”
I choked off the smoke trying to suppress my laughter.
“Lesson what, Hyph?” I coughed.
“We must be on like– I don’t know– Six thousand by now.”
“You don’t need to be smoking.”
“I won’t be. I just want to try it this time. Or at least only with you.”
“Come here.”
I patted my lap. Hyphen didn’t hesitate. She lifted her dress and climbed over the center console.
Wrong fucking move, Flocco.
I recognized my error the moment my dick began to harden. Hyphen straddled me. The blunt was no longer of interest. Her insides were.
“Open your mouth.”
Still, I pulled from the weed and gripped her by the neck. I pulled her closer. She opened for me. I blew the smoke into her mouth. She swallowed, blowing what was left out of her nose.
That shit was sexy. She was sexy. In her long dress with her titties spilling out of the top. She left so much to the imagination, but the sex appeal was still present. It was baffling.
I entered her mouth with my tongue. She melted against me. I ashed the blunt and pulled her titties from her dress. I feasted on the left one as she struggled with my belt. By the time I got to the right breast, she’d freed my dick with a bit of assistance.
She lifted her dress and massaged her clit with the tip of my dick. Hyphen was pantiless. Dick was on her agenda for the night and I was happy to know that. I had plenty for her fine ass.
“Uhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, sliding down my tool.
“That’s it, baby. Ride yo dick.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Super paid, highly demanded, andthoroughlyfucked.
I pushed the mop across the floor, sure not to miss a spot. My cell was pinned between my shoulder and ear.
