FLEX
Scooter popping up at my house unannounced wasn’t a surprise. However, when I called him my ex, I was surprised at how calm he was, that is, until we entered my room. He ran his hand down his face as his eyes narrowed in on me, “Fuck you mean yo ex?” he gritted.
“Like I said, ex, past nigga, ex nigga, a nigga I’m no longer with.”
He placed his prayer hands to his lips, “Oh, so now you’re trying to play me like I’m some fuck nigga!” he shouted as he stepped closer to me. “Porsha, you lost your fucking mind trying to carry me like you're doing.”
It wasn’t that I was trying to carry him, but I had outgrown Kareem.
Maybe it was my need for the come up, or I was simply tired, either way, the only thing he could offer me was dick.
He and I stood in my bedroom with no words when I heard my front door close, and I knew Lakia had left.
Fuck! I thought. I was right in the middle of getting to know more about Foe.
My eyes landed on the bedroom door behind him. “She will be aight,” he mumbled.
The way Scooter stared at me, I knew what he had truly come for.
He had been in jail for the last four years.
The one thing the nigga could do right was fuck.
I knew he would come back every day until he got what he wanted.
I stepped closer toward him, pulling at his hoodie.
When I was close enough, he took a grip of my ass in his hand and squeezed it tightly.
“You know a nigga miss busting this down,” he grumbled.
I smirked. “I know you do. Show me how much you miss Flex’s pussy.”
He took off his sweater and shirt. I noticed that Scooter had gotten thicker with more tattoos than he had when he went in.
He looked fucking good. My tongue glided across my lips as I watched him come out of his pants, then his boxers.
The way his stiff dick bounced off the fabric was a sight to see. “Damn!” I whispered.
He quickly grabbed my wrist, twisting it behind my back, stepping forward until my back was against the wall.
His dick pulsed between my thighs as he leaned forward and kissed me.
Scooter bit into my bottom lip, then sucked my tongue up.
He used his free hand to pull my tights down while I used my feet to maneuver out of them.
When he let my arm go, he did something I couldn’t believe.
He grabbed a condom and slid it on. “I fuck with a little bit, but I don’t know what you’ve been fucking on,” he muttered.
The audacity of this nigga. He was the one in jail with nothing but men. He stepped closer to me, lifting one of my legs, hiking me up just enough to slide in. “Mm,” he growled.
Scooter rolled his body so fucking good I had to do a double-take. “What. The. Fuck!” I panted.
His breath caressed my neck as he swam inside of me. I gripped his shoulder to balance myself, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, swooping me up. Both his hands on my waist. His body rolled slowly like he was dancing.
“Gawd!” I screamed.
“Mm, shit. You’ve been flexin’ this pussy I see,” grunted.
Scooter gripped my neck with one hand and kept the other on my waist. “Hold on,” I heard him say.
Suddenly, I felt my body going backwards as he slammed my hips into him, and I lost it. “Oo, Kareem. Got-god-damn!”
“Where is my fucking money!” he gritted as he was going to pound town on me.
I didn’t know whether to moan or respond. I could feel him trying to ground himself as he didn’t let up on stroking me. The nigga swayed his hips to the side as he dug deep. My mouth opened wide and I belted a moan.
The sweat from his forehead landed on my stomach. “Porsha, if you stole my shit, I’m going to hurt you. Mm shit!”
He thrusted in me so good I came way faster than expected.
I was expecting two pumps and a swirl, but Scooter knew exactly what he was doing.
The nigga fucked me so good I was ready to make the nigga tacos.
When we were done, I sat on the bed while he took a shower.
I smiled widely as I waited for him to come out and serve me up another one of those jailhouse fucks.
When he came out of the bathroom, he stood in the doorway.
He held no smile, yet a more serious face.
“Porsha, you say you don’t have my money.
That money was given to me for a fucking job.
It was something I needed so that I could take care of my brother.
You of all people know how I feel about my brother, so if you don’t have it, that means that nigga does. ”
My smile slowly came down into a straight face. His eyes narrowed in on me before he went back into the bathroom and closed the door. Something told me he was going to ask me to be a part of whatever he had going on in his head, and that’s the last thing I wanted.
Fuck!