Chapter 8 #2
“That’s a good ass idea,” I scooped the last piece of cobbler into my mouth while Josie stared at me with a slack jaw.
“You did not just inhale that cobbler like that.”
“And did.”
She giggled as she removed the foil from the dessert. “You want another piece?”
“I’ll take it to go. I don’t want to get on your nerves. I appreciate you. Old chicks really do be wise.”
Josie’s eyes narrowed. “Well go find an old bitch to bake you a cobbler because you won’t get any more of mine.”
“Chill, bro,” I chuckled while rounding the island. Josie’s sweet scent overpowered the cobbler, and a nigga’s dick bricked up instantly. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop the old jokes. Please don’t take my pie from me.”
“Sick,” Josie snorted out a laugh.
“At least I make you smile.”
I was close. She swallowed hard. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Clearing her throat, Josie turned her attention toward the cobbler, but I invaded her personal space. Her breath hitched.
“What are you doing?” she tried to sound confident, but I could tell by the way her breathing switched up, I had her.
“Can I have you?” Gripping her chin in my hand, I placed my lips on hers. When she didn’t curse me out or haul off and slap me, I parted her lips with my tongue and kissed her so deeply that she moaned into my mouth. I was about to show her ass that I was a grown ass man in more ways than one.
I dragged my mouth over to her neck and began to suck. “Huncho,” she whined like she wanted to stop me but didn’t possess the strength.
“What’s up?” I spoke into her ear before French kissing it. “What you need, baby?” I asked as I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick. “See what you do to me?” I moved back over to her neck.
I picked Josie up, and I could see the shock in her eyes that I handled her so effortlessly.
Yeah, she was about to stop trying to little boy my ass.
Moving through her home like I’d explored it before, I found her bedroom with ease and placed her on the bed.
I could see the reservation on Josie’s face, but she didn’t say stop, so I was on go.
Licking my lips, I eyed her pretty pussy.
I could tell from the very fine thin layer of hair that she got waxes and just hadn’t gone back for maintenance. I didn’t give a damn about that hair.
Placing my face between Josie’s thighs, her natural scent turned me on.
With my thumb and pointer finger, I opened her up before slurping her clit into my mouth.
A gasp escaped Josie, and I went to town sucking softly on her clit because by the time I was done, I wanted her doing more than gasping.
She thrust her hips a bit fucking my face, and I moaned into her peach while locking my hands around her thighs to pull her closer.
The sounds of sloppy pussy eating filled the room and mingled with her deep moans. “Huncho, oh my God,” she groaned when my tongue probed her asshole.
Swiping my tongue up her center, I kissed her pearl before sucking it back into my mouth.
“Oh, my fuck!” Josie’s legs began to tremble, and her body jerked. My mouth left her clit, and I eyed her pretty ass pussy contracting as she came. The more it pulsated, clear, nectar ran from her center, and I devoured that shit making her squeal and squirm. Yeah, little boy where?
“I can’t take it. Oh my, Huncho, oh my Goddddddd,” she whined as I cleaned the mess I made.
With a smile on my face, I placed a kiss on her nub and moved up to her face. Josie rolled her eyes a bit before lifting her head and running her tongue across my lips which were coated with her juices.
“You nasty like that?” I asked. Josie nodded.
“Here you go. Taste this shit.” While snaking my tongue into her mouth, I slid two fingers inside of her and rubbed her swollen bud with the pad of my thumb. Josie moaned deeply into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth.
Josie maintained eye contact as she sucked my fingers erotically.
Yeah, I was gon’ turn her ass up. Once she licked my fingers clean, I stood and undressed.
I learned early on to never leave home without a condom, so that part was covered.
By the time I placed my body in between Josie’s legs, my dick was so damn hard it hurt.
Staring into her eyes, I slowly pushed the tip in, and she blew out a shaky breath.
As I pushed inside of her inch by inch, Josie bit her bottom lip, and her eyes closed. “Open them up,” I placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I want you to watch this rugrat while he knocks the lining out of this pussy.”
Josie opened her eyes and snickered. “What’s funny?” I spoke against her lips before shoving my tongue in her mouth. I began to stroke Josie savagely, and she locked her legs around my waist.
Cupping her breast in my hand, I sucked as much of it as I could in my mouth.
Josie’s pussy got wetter, and she mumbled damn near every curse word known to man.
Her pussy began to tighten on my dick, and it felt so good I buried my face into the crook of her neck.
Josie gripped the back of my neck with one hand and moaned into my ear.
“You feel so fucking good.” She whispered.
“Just like that, baby. Oh my God, baby yes. Fuck me, Huncho, baby, yes,” she whispered.
My ass couldn’t take her talking me through it.
The moment she screamed out in ecstasy as she came, I exploded into the condom with a loud moan of my own. Josie’s pussy was like that for real.
After we caught our breath and my heartbeat returned to normal, I pulled out of her and grinned. “Yo old ass got some good pussy.” Before she could respond, I pecked her lips and got up.
“You really are a little asshole.”
When I exited the bathroom from cleaning up, she was still in the same spot. I guess it was safe to assume that I had left her satisfied. “You don’t have to walk me to the door,” I leaned in and gave her another kiss. “Thanks for the cobbler.”
The next day, I had to get fitted for my tux. As soon I saw my brother and he was frowning, it put me on alert. “What’s good?” I asked while bumping my fist with his.
“Bro, it’s gon’ take the patience of Job for me to deal with Brion’s fuck ass baby daddy.”
“Oh hell. What he do?”
“I was supposed to get the girls the new J’s that dropped and an outfit to match.
He said he didn’t want me buying it and that he would.
Cool. The nigga was supposed to bring it to the girls yesterday, so they could wear it today.
He calls Brion last night fussing and shit, saying he has bills, and why did they need expensive ass shoes when they were little girls, and they could get away with wearing cheap shit.
Brion cursed him out, and I could hear him yelling at her through the phone.
I nicely took the phone from her and hung up on that nigga.
I had to rush this morning to go get the stuff for the kids, take it back to them, and get here on time. ”
“That nigga is a certified sucka,” I shook my head.
The women in the store greeted us, and Isaac, Ken, and a few more people started arriving.
Hymn’s facial muscles relaxed, and all seemed to be forgotten.
Once I had the tux on, I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror and wondered if I could see myself getting married.
A nigga was fly. I had never dealt with a woman that didn’t start getting on my nerves after a few months, so how was I supposed to think about marriage?
Being with the same person day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. I wasn’t sure that was for me.
“Looking good,” Hymn walked up behind me. “Maybe you should keep this and wear it to court. The judge might look out for you.”
“Fuck outta here,” I mumbled.
After a brief laugh at my expense, Hymn stood beside me and eyed me through the mirror. “You coming to dinner?”
My mother had texted me a few days before and asked if I would come to dinner with her, my grandmother, Hymn, and Divine.
I loved my grandmother, Hymn, and Divine.
Ordinarily, I didn’t miss too many chances to be around them, but I didn’t want to go eat with my mother.
Not even I could figure out why I was having such a hard time letting go and building a relationship with my mother.
It was possible that I felt if I moved too soon, I’d more than likely get disappointed when she slipped back into her old ways.
It seemed so easy for Hymn and Divine to just go with the flow and appease her. Meanwhile, I wasn’t on that type of time. I wasn’t them and was obviously moving at my own pace.
“Probably not.”
Hymn stared for a moment before he replied. I hoped he wasn’t in the mood to try and lecture me about giving her a chance and forgiving her, because I wasn’t trying to hear it. I couldn’t move past my issues with my mother at anyone’s pace but mine.
“Alright.” Hymn gave a curt nod before patting my shoulder and walking off. I hadn’t expected him to give up so easily, but I was grateful for it.
Divine especially loved trying to talk me into having more of a relationship with our mother, and I got tired of hearing people speak on her behalf.
My mother was the one that should have been trying to develop a relationship with me.
I didn’t want her to kiss my ass, but if it meant anything to her, she could continue to try.
If they wanted to forgive her after she only applied bare minimum effort that was on them.
Once the seamstress was done taking measurements, pinning the tux in various places, and walking around me to inspect her work, I was able to change back into my regular clothes.
In the dressing room, I saw that I had a missed called from Shaliya.
I had dealt with Shaliya off and on for a few months.
She had a girlfriend but used petty arguments with her girlfriend to slide off and get some real dick when she wanted it.
Most times, I had to wait for her to hit me up because she could only get away when she felt her girlfriend was up to no good herself.
Any other time, her girl was possessive and clingy as fuck.
She had some aight pussy, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her.
Anytime she wanted some dick, she would call and rush a nigga, so we could link before her girlfriend started looking for her.
I didn’t mind a no strings attached link up, but I wasn’t on her time.
Shorty acted like I walked around with emergency dick in a glass on standby for when she felt like cheating. Fuck outta here.
Choosing to ignore Shaliya made me think of Josie.
Shorty was a piece of damn work. Reminiscing on our fuck session had my dick jumping.
I needed some more of that ASAP, but I didn’t want to do too much too soon.
Josie had a bad habit of trying to son my ass.
I wasn’t about to be acting thirsty as if she had the best pussy I’d ever had in my life.
I mean she did, but she didn’t have to know that.