5. Zane Hershel Anderson
Zane Hershel Anderson
“ M uthafucka!” This bitch was sucking my dick like there was an Olympic gold medal waiting for her after she finished. If there was, she would have that shit hands down. I’ve had plenty and I do mean plenty of bitches suck me off, but I’d never experienced nothing like this. “Fuck, Daisy.”
I sat on the couch in this hotel suite with Daisy between my legs on her knees being nasty as fuck with it. When I told her to come suck my dick, I thought she was going to change up all that shit talking she did earlier. When she went into the bedroom and came out with a pillow to kneel on, I rolled my eyes. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t about to get some prissy, uppity head. I was dead ass wrong.
Daisy didn’t come across as a female who was with the shits at all. She was absolutely gorgeous, I would admit. However, she looked like a librarian or an IRS tax agent. She wore glasses that I could tell she needed to see, not just some fashion statement. Earlier when she knocked the bejesus out of Birdie’s ass, I think the whole room was shocked. Most shocked to see her little ass had hands. Birdie was a bully about Asher when she had no right to be. According to him, he hadn’t messed with her in over five years.
When Daisy got on her knees, she pulled her shirt off to reveal her handful of breasts. As she pulled her hair up into a bun on the top of her head, she told me she liked her nipples pinched when she gave head. That made my brows kiss my hairline. They said it was the quiet looking girls that were the freaky ones. She looked quiet at first impression but was anything but.
I was barely able to focus on pinching shit, because I tried to concentrate on keeping my ass in the seat. I felt like a whole bitch because I couldn’t stop moving. With one of my hands, I pinched her nipples with my fingers. My other hand took residence on her head. I wasn’t sure if this was her hair or a wig, but I gripped the hell out of this bun to put my shit down her throat. Her ass hadn’t gagged or anything. Spit was falling from the corners of her mouth.
“You nasty ass bitch!” She must have liked that shit because her Hoover vacuum of a mouth went up a few decimals. The harder I pinched her nipple, the more she moaned. That shit felt amazing. “Your deep ass throat!”
Asher told me after he messed with Katniss that she was a dick sucking devil. I understood why her and Daisy were best friends. I was sure that Asher would never speak on Katniss’s sex game again now that they shared a son. At the time that we had the conversation, she was just a fan fuck.
I moved my fingers from her nipples to grab the condoms that were beside me. Now that I knew the mouth was upper echelon, I needed to see what level the pussy was on. “Get the fuck up, so you can sit on this dick.”
With a pop she took my dick out of her mouth. Like it was nothing, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a towel that I didn’t realize she had. She didn’t say a word. She just watched me sheath my dick. Once it was covered, she climbed on. Daisy was a little girl in size compared to me. I liked that shit. Well, if she took dick in her pussy like she did her mouth then I’d like it.
She leaned herself up for insertion. When she lowered herself, her lil pussy pushed back. Her pussy was leaking wet, so the resistance told me that at least the entry way was locked. She lifted herself, then sat back down with a little more force. Her head flew back, and she let out a sexy ass hiss. “I knew this dick would be a monster.”
“You making a nigga blush,” I responded. Bitches were often surprised by the size of my mans because I was what most considered a big dude. I was certainly a blessed man, especially when it came to girth. I smacked her ass. “You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck me.”
She was just rocking on my shit right now. I wanted her to put in some work. Her eyes locked with mine. “You ready for this, Mr. Anderson?” I gave her no verbal response, just a raised brow. Without lifting herself off my dick, she moved her legs so that her feet were now on the couch. Her hands went to my chest. “Let’s ride.”
She lifted her body and came down slowly. When she came down, her pussy tightened around my dick like a damn vice grip. My hands went to her thighs because I wanted to feel her leg muscles flex. She had to have considerate leg strength to lift and come down as slow as she was. It felt like dick foreplay or something. I’d never experienced anything like it.
“So, tell me, Zane, is this pussy loose?” she asked in a taunting fashion. Her ass knew her shit wasn’t loose. She was playing. When I didn’t respond, she lifted herself again and those muscles tightened on the way up now, but the shit was in a pulse. “Zane, I asked you a question,” she said as she came down with a pussy death grip from hell.
My body bucked. “No, fuck! Your pussy is not loose,” I quickly responded. “Your shit is tighter than a muthafucka.” My pride didn’t want me to admit that, but these pussy muscles wouldn’t let me be great.
One hand went to her hip while the other went to her back to pull her titty into my mouth. I let my teeth apply pressure to her nipple. She hissed and her hips rolled as she bounced faster. With my mouth still on her breast, I mumbled, “Ride that dick, Daisy.”
Starbucks cups, McDonald’s fries, Dunkin’ Donuts. I thought about random shit so I wouldn’t fuck around and nut too early. Tuna salad, fried turkey, ginger ale. This shit was not working at all. Her head flew back and her juices felt like a waterfall on my nuts. When my dick pulsed, I knew it was over.
Daisy popped her little ass off my dick. I started to curse her ass out until she snatched my condom off, then pushed my dick down her throat. Her cheeks collapsed inwardly, and she sucked the head of my dick. One of her hands wrapped around my dick in a spin-jacking motion. Her other hand cuffed my nuts. She squeezed them like you squeezed one of them stress balls with just enough pressure to drive me fucking crazy.
“Daisy! Daisy!” I had never in my thirty years of living yelled a bitch’s name during sex. “Argh, fuck!” The way my nut came out of me felt like a pressurized bottle. My eyes blurred. Her crazy ass still sucked my head like I didn’t just fill her damn mouth with a pint of cum. Her moans let me know that she enjoyed this just as much as I did.
Pop. There went that popping sound of her taking my dick out of her mouth. She stood up with that little ass skirt still on. “That was good. Dick size, ten. I didn’t give you much opportunity to fuck me back since it was my job to fuck you this time, so I’ll rate that next time. Stamina, I’ll give you a seven. I never expect a nigga to last long the first time in Suga Melon.”
She grabbed her shirt and panties from the floor. “I’m going to step in your bathroom to get cleaned up then I’m going to head out.” She didn’t wait for permission before she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. After a few seconds, I heard the water in the sink turn on.
I sat there with my dick resting on my thigh. Both of us were wondering what the fuck just happened. Did that bitch give me a seven for stamina? Who the fuck rates the performance after the performance with the performer? Like this was some kind of review or something. I finally got up right before she appeared from the bathroom with a refreshed look.
“Thank you for the dick, sweetie.” Her glasses were back on her face, and she’d transformed back into the IRS tax agent, librarian. She walked over to me and stood on her tip toes, which prompted me to lean down a bit. She kissed my cheek. “Hit me up on IG if you’re trying to do this again and I’ll do the same.”
She took a step back and looked at my dick that was still out and bit her bottom lip. She turned on her heel, then walked to the door. Over her shoulder before she walked out of the suite, she said, “I’ll see you around.”
Did I just get hoed? I tried to formulate what had just happened, but I came up blank. First, I’d never had a female fuck me and want to leave immediately after. Most of the bitches I’d fucked wanted to spend the night and shit. Next, her ass didn’t even give me her phone number. She told me to hit her on IG like I was the fucking groupie. All I could do was shake my head with a chuckle because what kind of tomfoolery was this?
A Little Time Later…
“She asked you about Birdie?” I asked Asher. We were at his parents’ house chilling in the den with his pops. Me and Asher were enjoying the little bit of a break that we had left before we got revved up for spring practice. Mama Lina was in the kitchen cooking, so there was no other place that I wanted to be.
Asher sighed loudly. “Yeah, man. She ask who she been, so I tell her. Ain’t been nothin fa me to be shame bout. Ion fuck wit Birdie and ain’t fuck wit that girl in years.” He took a sip of his bottle of water. “Also, yeah, Kat my baby mama, but she ain’t my lil one.”
“Yet,” Pop Collin said without taking his eyes off the television. When Asher asked him to repeat himself, he turned his attention from the television. “I say dat girl ain’t ya lil one yet.” He tittered. “Son, I watched how you looked at dat girl and dem eyes was starry. You think I ain’t hear when yo ass cuss Pettie out about talkin bout her ass.”
He shook his head. “Man, Daddy, dat ain’t mean nothin. She not my lil one, but she still my baby mama. Dats all dat was.”
Pop Collin chortled then stopped abruptly. “Let me put you up on game. All da year you been in da league and even before dat, you ain’t neva forget ta strap up.” He paused. “I know foa fact dat you been sloppy drunk befo and still rememba to strap up.”
He had a point there. I remembered that night vividly. Hell, Pop Collin had to come get both of our asses. That was how he knew that he was sloppy drunk.
“You really expect me ta believe dat you jus forgot to strap up wit dat girl?” Pop Collin asked. “You came from me, lil nigga. You a part of me. I know you betta dan you know yaself.”
“Aye, what those females say when someone gets read? Oops or some shit,” I said before I fell out laughing. I loved Pop because he always spoke the truth.
I’ve never had a father figure in my life because my mother was moss that got caught on rolling stones. I loved my mama Porsha, but I wasn’t sure if it was reciprocal. Growing up, she only did just enough to not be considered a neglectful mother. Although she did it, it wasn’t without her talking shit as she did it. When it came to this football shit, she never came to any of my games and often told me that she didn’t think I was good enough to make it anywhere serious.
When I got a full ride to a D-One school, she still was on her bullshit. It wasn’t until she heard that I was drafted that she started to give a fuck. Notice I said heard because she wasn’t there for the shit. She popped up a couple weeks later at my apartment asking for money. I didn’t have to, nor did she deserve it, but I still made sure she was set up.
As soon as I got my first check, I bought her a four bedroom, two-and-a-half-bathroom house on the best side of Augusta, Georgia where I was born and raised. The house was paid for with her name on the deed. I also got her a luxury SUV and put a million in her bank account. When I presented all of that to her, she wasn’t appreciative at all. It’s the least you can do for the woman who birthed you.
Less than a year later, she was on my line to tell me she wanted a bigger house, newer car, and more money. I told her ass hell no. That was the first time that I’d heard from her since I gave her the house, money, and car. Furthermore, she wasn’t living in the house. She had it listed as a short-term rental property. I had no plans to trip when I found out since it was her house in her name. It was actually a smart move since she had no mortgage to cover.
I listened to Asher and his dad continue to go back and forth about Katniss. It was entertaining as hell.
“Aye, Zane, what you got going on, son?” Pop Collin pulled me out of my thoughts with his question.
“Oh, I’m chilling, Pops,” I answered. “You know how I do. I’m not worried about these females.”
Asher laughed. “Daddy, I call BS on dat. E been almost two weeks since dis man left the hookah spot with Kat best friend. I ain’t heard him say nothin bout what happened. Dat man ain’t say boo bout dat night, Daddy.”
I wanted to punch Asher in his chest for bringing that shit up now. He hadn’t said anything about it since that night, but now in front of Pops, he wanted to bring it up. Pops glanced at me with a raised brow. “Da only time a man don’t tell e best homeboy about a female and e sex is if he see potential in em.”
I got up from my seat. “I’m not about to play with y’all. I’m about to go check on Mama.” I heard them laughing at my expense while I walked toward the kitchen, but I didn’t care.
It’s not that I saw some kind of potential in Daisy. She was just different than other bitches. We all knew that different could be intriguing. That’s all it was in the moment, but I knew me enough to know that I would get over that shit. She inboxed me the other day for some dick, but I curved her. I had another bitch on my dick when she reached out.
“Mama, what you doing in here?” I asked when I crossed the kitchen threshold. She moved around the kitchen without effort. Their kitchen was huge with two ovens and an eight-eye stove top with a grill plate between them. The refrigerator was enormous to the point that I thought it was custom made. Mama Lina loved to cook and entertain so she made sure there was always food in the house. She was the type of person to tell me and Asher on a Wednesday to invite the team over next Monday for dinner. She would call her friends over and they would get to cooking.
She finished stirring in the pot that she was over before she turned around. Her smile was bright. “Hey, baby boy. You know I in here makin sure my boys eat. I waitin fa Tiara wit my grans.”
“Oh, Tiara is bringing Ashtan too?” I smiled. “Asher ain’t tell me that.”
Her face scrunched. “What my gran comin ova got to do with e daddy?” She asked like she expected an answer, but I knew she didn’t. “I call Kat and tell ha dat my gran been coming her.”
I shook my head with a chuckle. “Mama Lina, what if she had something to do with Asher? Or what if his other grandmother was going to get him?”
The way she looked at me told me she was about to say something ignorant as hell. This woman didn’t blink. “Zane, dat lady had ten mont wit my grandbaby and ain’t nobody botha ha. She betta sit ha ass down and wait ha turn like a good grandmama. E my time to get ta know my gran. She wan see em, she welcome here.”
Mama Lina was serious too. Wasn’t nobody fucking with Mama Lina. My phone buzzed in my pocket prompting me to pull it out. I rolled my eyes. I mumbled that I didn’t want to talk to the person ringing my line. When Mama Lina asked who it was, I told her, and she told me to put it on speakerphone.
I answered on the fourth ring. “What’s up, Porsha?” I swear that I must have thought her up.
“Damn, Zane, it’s Porsha now, not Mama?” she quipped back like she genuinely cared. I had been calling her by her first name since my mid-twenties. Her making a big deal about it told me that for some reason she wanted me to think of her as a mother. That generally meant she was trying to flex in front of someone.
I was silent for a moment. “Porsha, did you need something? I haven’t spoken to you in a little bit, so what’s up?”
“Okay, well you want to get right to it.” There was shuffling on the other end. “I need some money. Fifty thousand should do.”
This woman couldn’t be serious. I hadn’t heard from this woman in months, but she felt comfortable to call me out of the blue to ask for not a thousand or even five, but fifty thousand dollars. Those years ago, when I told her no to a bigger house and new car, she sold her house and car. My mother was an old ass groupie, so I knew she had a nigga or two funding her lifestyle. She loved fucking with married men so she could hold shit over their heads to get them to do what she wanted. I’d witnessed her getting her ass beat many times by wives when I was younger.
Before I could respond, Mama Lina did. “No, my boy ain’t bout to give you a fuckin dime. Get da shit from whoeva you fuckin.”
“Who the fuck is this?” Porsha yelled into the phone. “Zane, who do you have disrespecting your mother? Is this what we’re doing now?
“Girl, shet da hell up! You ain’t bit more his mama than a crackhead ain’t a teef. I dis boy mama, so you can get off his line befo I come and beat ya ass.” Mama Lina did not play about me.
She had been like that since I came into Asher’s life. At first it was a foreign feeling. My love map was so fucked up by my mother that it took me a while to be comfortable with it and know that it was alright to accept her love.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. When my mother spoke again, I could tell that she’d taken the call off speakerphone. She more than likely called me with someone in the background thinking that I would just give her the money. I had every intention to tell her no. “Bitch, you’re not going to do shit. Fuck you! Zane, you better put that money in my account. You know the number.”
She disconnected the line, not giving me a chance to say shit. My blood pressure rose at just the thought of Porsha. Mama Lina went back to her pot while she popped shit. When she turned back to face me, she put her finger up. “Let me tell you something. Don’t you give dat bitch shit, even a fuckin thought. Matta fact, block ha numba. She call you gain, I’m gon find her and beat her ass, hear?”
She turned back to the pot. She still mumbled about someone messing with her boy. I appreciated the Wilsons for giving me the family that I never knew I needed at my grown age. I immediately blocked her phone number as well as her social media accounts. I would always do what my mama told me to do.
Some Nights Later…
“Fuck, Zane! Just like that! Hit that corner,” Daisy said before she let out a moan. I reached out to her yesterday to let her know I wanted to get in that pussy again. She was down and told me to book the room.
There was no way that I would let her bitch me. I refused to let her mouth get anywhere near my dick before I put my dick in her. She came into the room, and I met her at the door. Her always being with the sexual shits was such a fucking turn on. Her ass walked in the room, stripped her clothes off, then climbed on the bed. She laid on her back, opened her legs and started playing with that lil pussy. I’d never seen a pussy so pretty.
I watched her get that pussy wet. Once it was, she turned over and put the perfect dropped arch in her back. She had a little but plump booty. When that muthafucka started to clap, I put a condom on my hard dick and slid into her. That pussy was still tight as a muthafucka.
“You taking this dick, Daisy.” I commended her. A lot of the bitches I fucked whined when I fucked them. Not Daisy though. Her ass asked me to fuck her harder.
She peered over her shoulder. “Fucking you is light work, baby. Suga Melon is top tier pussy in a class of her own.”
That was the shit I talked about. She had a way of getting in ya head with her shit talking. I had never met a female that talked as much shit as she did and could actually back it up. Suga Melon pulsed. I learned quickly that was a sign that she was about to wet me up. The grunt she let out combined with her body tremor was all I needed. I was comfortable with the three orgasms that she had during this session.
I started drilling her from different angles. The sight of her gripping the sheets brought me great pleasure. When my nut hit the tip of my dick, I pulled out. My mind told me that the condom could possibly break from the force of my nut. “Fuck that was good as hell!”
We both took a moment to catch our breath before I stepped back. She flipped over on the bed and sat up. I admired her naked body for a moment before I snapped out of it.
“You can dip. I’m about to take a shower.”
She snickered. “Nigga, you act like you’re doing something by telling me to leave. I planned to after I took a shower, so you can take yours after me.” She glanced down at the watch on her wrist, then stood up. “I got something to do in a couple of hours.”
I stood there and watched with confusion as she walked toward the door naked. She picked up a bag that I hadn’t noticed when she arrived. Once she was in the bathroom, I took the condom off, poured water in it, then discarded it in the trash. About twenty minutes later, she came out of the bathroom in a fitted sweatsuit outfit. Her ass turned her attention to me after she slipped her feet into a pair of slides. She chucked me the deuces, then said, “Good dick. Hit me up on IG when you want to get it in again.”
After the room door closed, my head dropped back. “Yo! This fuckin’ girl!” It was crazy because a nigga felt like he met his damn match. She didn’t give a fuck about a man’s ego. That was clear. How the hell am I supposed to handle this lil ass girl?