Ch. 2 #2
“Look, I don’t give a fuck about Senior or Junior for the record.
I know you probably thinking I do and that ain’t the case.
I want you to go after Junior because he’s Senior’s pride and fuckin’ joy.
Junior eating from the pie yo’ father should’ve included you in from the jump.
Fuck Senior, Genesis. I mean that shit. Fuck him.
He ain’t never did shit for us, and I don’t expect it to change.
However, we not standing by no more. I know that much.
Why the fuck can’t we live lavish too? Why the fuck can’t we wake up stress fuckin’ free as well?
That shit ain’t right. The only way we can do that is if we take it and we got to take it from Junior,” she tried explaining.
I heard her, and I saw right through that bullshit she was spitting.
This wasn’t ‘bout Royce and my mind wasn’t changing on that.
This muthafucka wanted me to humble Royce bad and that shit was screaming for attention.
She wanted to be seen by her baby daddy after he ignored her for decades at a time, and I had no idea as to why.
I wasn’t no fuckin’ puppet so thinking she could play me like a fiddle was comical.
“Aye, watch out, Adele. I got shit to do.”
“Really? Now, I’m Adele? What the hell happened to Ma?”
“You know me and when you lying, I don’t see you as family.
All you got to do is be real ‘bout why you after them muthafuckas and you not. I don’t give two fucks ‘bout them, but you… yeah, you can’t seem to let go for some reason.
You told me year after year how yo’ whack ass baby daddy left you to fend on yo’ own.
Your words verbatim were, he don’t love nobody outside his trifling wife and the bastard they made.
Twenty-One can hit anybody in the city and surroundings but yo’ eyes set on the fuckin’ Atkins.
You ain’t fooling nobody Adele. If you miss yo’ deadbeat baby daddy, go be with him. The fuck you using me for.”
I pushed off the wall and walked pass her.
She caught me by the wrist, and I snatched it from her grip.
She was playing with fire and before the flame got out of hand, I would hope she stepped the fuck back.
I slowly turned my head in her direction, and we locked eyes.
She took a step back into her room and dropped her head.
Being fearful of me was never what I wanted. This was my fuckin’ mama for God’s sake, but I tended to crash out when I felt played. It wasn’t shit her or anybody could do to calm me down once that blackout was in effect. It was good to see her take the hint.
“I’m not using you Genesis, I swear. Just think about it is all I’m saying,” she stated with a quivering tone.
“I ain’t thinking ‘bout shit. If or when I decide to give them niggas hell, I will. The fuck I look like. You my mama and I love you, but don’t end up on that side,” I threatened.
The front door was closing behind me seconds later from leaving her where the fuck she stood.
I didn’t make threats lightly, and I damn sure didn’t bluff with them hoes.
You only got one chance with me before you were on the chopping block.
I didn’t give a shit if you were Sister Mary fuckin’ Clarence, once my view on you changed, you were my enemy, and I disposed of those rather quickly.
I took that stroll to my whip and hopped in with one destination in mind.
Adele had me tight as hell. The only way I was gon’ calm down was having a hoe off the roster use her mouth for good measures.
It had been at least two, maybe three days since I got topped off anyway.
Picking up my phone, I scrolled until I came across Throat Barbie.
She was so goddamn fine and had the prettiest set of lips.
When she looked up at you with them green eyes, she damn near stripped yo’ soul clean up off you.
She answered after the second ring with, “Where you at?” I only hit her when I needed her, so she was well accustomed to the routine.
“On the way to you.”
“I’m leaving work now. I’ll be there in five.” She hung up without hesitation. I smirked at how she always put a nigga first. I’m talking she had a nigga on a pedestal never letting me fall off that hoe.
She stayed on the other side of town, so it was gon’ take me a good twenty to get there.
Hell everywhere in Frost Peak was twenty minutes away.
I cruised through the city making sure to abide by the traffic rules.
I wasn’t trying to catch a ticket before I emptied the sack.
That would’ve caused FPD to buckle the fuck up ‘cause I promise I was taking them on a chase today.
By the time I made it to my destination, lil’ mama was already at the crib.
Her lil’ black Honda was backed in under her carport.
She worked at a local hospital as an on-call CNA so walking off whenever she wanted wasn’t shit.
Once I was done spending quality time with her esophagus, she was gon’ head right on back and smile in them people face like she never left.
I blocked her exiting my shit shortly after.
With my key fob in tow, I hit the button on my keys and secured the locks on my most valuable possession.
Them lil’ two steps were taken before I was pulling open her storm door.
I went to knock but instantly remembered she always left the door unlocked for me whenever I made the call.
Turning the doorknob, I was granted access.
Hmph! This lil’ bitch stay on go.
Walking inside, I found her on her knees, in front of the couch, pulling her hair up into a bun.
She had enough time to get home, showered, draped in pure vanilla scent, with a bomb ass lingerie set to match.
As long as a nigga had the fuckin’ aesthetics, he was pleased and lil’ mama had it.
Shutting the door behind me, I locked that bitch, then got comfortable on the cushion she kneeled in front of.
She pointed to the blunt before unbuckling my shit to free my manhood. She tapped my leg silently asking me to raise up. I obliged, and she pulled my pants down to my muthafuckin ankles. Just off that alone, I knew she was ‘bout to turn up in this bitch and give a nigga straight sloppy.
Her small, manicured hand wrapped around my dick and slowly began to massage that shit. “What’s the reason?” She was only asking so she’d know how to service me.
“A nigga big stressed,” I answered. She gave a light nod and went to work.
I lit the blunt the same time her lips wrapped around my flesh.
No lies told, her mouth was so fuckin’ moist, I swear I felt like I was running up in some wet ass pussy.
She ain’t stop until I rested between her jaws comfortably.
I cherished a bitch that could fit me in her mouth without complaints.
Inhaling deeply, I allowed my head to fall back as hers started to move up and down at a slow and steady pace.
Boy, I swear to OG you couldn’t go wrong with a pretty ass bitch that liked to suck dick.
I mean, she handled a nigga with care each and every time.
Had me feeling like she really enjoyed her lil’ CNA job.
With the blunt in my right, I gripped the base of her ponytail with my left. I guided her up and down as the feeling of her soft lips and warm tongue shot sparks through a nigga. Her moans were muffled but still heard. She placed her hands behind her and let me have full control in this bitch.
I fucked around and stopped counting the number of times I felt her tonsils against my shit.
Tears streamed from her eyes and the excess saliva coated my dick.
She took spit shine to a whole ‘nother level, and still, she didn’t apply the brakes.
She was loving every second of this shit, and so was I.
“Just pretty and addictive as fuck,” I complimented her. She fucked around and looked up at a nigga causing me to slip. There that soul snatching shit go.
Her throat was treated with the utmost respect. I was long stroking that muthafucka as if her throat walls were molded to fit me and me alone. This pretty bitch was skilled, and she knew it. Minutes passed and lockjaw was nowhere in sight for her. I was having too much fun.
“Can I get dick today?” she asked in a low seductive tone before she was back at it.
She wasn’t on the pussy list. I had different bitches for different shit and never mixed. I had no idea how her pussy walls felt, but I was sure they were just as lovely. A nigga would never find out though. Never though Black? Mix one time and see what it’s hitting fo.
“Not today shawty, I got shit to do. Aye, I’m ‘bout there. Where you want it?” I inquired.
She pointed to her face, and I smirked. She was feeling herself today, and I couldn’t even be mad. She damn sure had a nigga nuts excited to be drained from the second I paid her red ass a call.
Standing, I re-entered her mouth and fucked her face.
Her eyes never left mine and damn them muthafuckas looked dreamy.
Regardless of her tears streaming down the side of her face, she let me beat her jaws down.
I was a nigga that ain’t mind expressing my pleasure.
My moans were just as loud as hers at this point.
“Shit! Is the pussy better than this muthafucka here ‘cause goddamn!” I roared.
My thrust ain’t slow down at all. If anything, they quickened bringing a nigga to his climax.
As soon as my kids shot to the tip of my dick, I pulled out and let them cop a squat in the corner of her eyes, the middle of her forehead, and the bridge of her nose.
I couldn’t lie; they made the perfect accessory.
“You got another round in you? I want to taste you too Daddy.”
I grinned menacingly as I took a few steps back. She did her job and unfortunately, she was starting to turn a nigga off throwing her pussy at me the way she was. I got my nut off, and the box wasn’t a second thought no more.
“Didn’t I just tell you I got something to fuckin’ do? Stop begging, it’s giving desperation.” I bent down and pulled my briefs and pants up in one go.
“Seriously, Black? Why all you want is dome from me? You ain’t tried to fuck me one time,” she complained.
“Cause I don’t fuckin’ want it. This my muthafuckin dick and dammit it go where the fuck I tell it. You want this bread or nah?” I dug in my pocket and pulled out the folded stack.
She rolled her eyes but extended her hand at the same time. The pretty bitch wasn’t ‘bout to turn down no bills and we both knew it. I peeled off two Jackie’s and handed them over.
“What the fuck is this?” she asked with her face scrunched up.
“Lunch and gas money.”
“Muthafucka this is forty funky ass dollars.”
Sighing deeply, I peeled off two Lincoln’s and slammed them in the palm of her hand. “Here man damn. I don’t even know why I’m tipping you right now. I just tipped a few days ago.”
“Black, get the fuck out my house!” she screamed.
“You a lil’ rude ass pretty bitch. It’s cool though. The head fire, so I’ll take it. Answer that when I hit you.” I laughed.
With my keys in tow, I jogged out the front door, not caring how she felt.
She was simply a roster bitch, and that treatment was nothing more than basic.
I wish I would pay more than fifty beans for something she’d give up for free.
I was just looking out for the hoe and her ungrateful ass threw complaint after complaint.
Bet I wouldn’t look out no goddamn more.