Page 15 of The Big Catch

“Gu-Gunner! What the fuck?” She moaned with her words. “What are you doing to me?” Her face was in the pillow while her hands pulled at the sheets.

I put my foot up on the bed and angled myself to the left. She had a lil G-spot over there that liked to play peek-a-boo. “How’s my energy now, Belle? Is it giving lil dick energy?”

It was ironic because I was holding a strong nine inches with girth that filled bitches to the brim and a devil’s curve. I wasn’t some horse hung nigga, but my big dick energy matched my expertise skill level. “Talk to me.”

“No, no, it’s not lil dick energy. Fuck, this dick is so good.” Her confession was expected.

When her legs faltered and she dropped to the bed, I allowed my body to fall with her. The way she peeked over her shoulder let me know that she knew that she fucked up. There was no need to taunt her with my mouth. I would let the dick handle that.

Her vice grip pussy tightened around my dick. “I’m about to cum.”No shit, tight ass pussy girl.“Ah, ah!”

She put one of her hands behind her back, trying to push me back. Nah, that wouldn’t do at all. I grabbed her wrist to hold it behind her. “Aht, aht, aht. That’s not what we’re going to do. I need you to be a big girl and take this dick. You can’t be a bitch around here and not be able to take dick, Adabelle.”

Yeah, I talked a lot of shit because I wanted to, and I could. Did I see us fucking? Hell no. In the beginning, I thought I was going to toss her ass into my lake. As she spent more time at my house, taking care of My Boy, then eventually Stitch, we got to know each other a little more on the surface level. Under all that hard mean shit, she was a female that wanted to fit in. With what, I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t think she knew.

“Fuck!”

My nut snuck up on me when her pussy did this little pulse action. It had to be her attitude that turned her fake husband off. There was no way this pussy was it. My eyes landed on the clock that was on my bedside table. It was three in the damn morning. The sound of light snores had my head snap in Belle’s direction. Her ass was on her stomach, stretched out and knocked out.

That was that dick coma. She jolted out of her sleep when I smacked her ass. “Come on and get in this shower with me.”

Her pout was cute. When I told her that I would make it worth her while, all the sleep left her eyes. She sat up, stretched her arms, and was in the bathroom before me. I told her not to turn the water on hell hot when I heard the water come one. Women would burn your skin off with the temperature of thewater, then had the gall to look at you like something was wrong with you. I smiled when I saw that she was already in the shower.Let’s see if her thick ass could take this dick in the shower.

A LITTLE BIT LATER…

“Cuz, I have a question. I want to know the magic behind the madness. Explain to me how you went from wanting to choke the damn girl to choking her with your dick?” Toolie asked.

It was a beautiful day, so I decided to pull the grill out, bring my dogs out so they could play in the lake, and I could chill with my people. My sister and Tink were on their way over. I told my parents to come through as well. When they did, it was only for my mama to bring side dishes. They claimed that they didn’t want to hang with a bunch of youngins.

With a chuckle, I responded, “Shut the hell up. Man, I’ll blame the first encounter on the alcohol.” When he asked what I would blame the other encounters on, I chuckled again. “Man, that was just superb pussy and dick joining together to take over the world.”

I laughed when he called Belle and me, Pinky and the Brain. Belle and I had sex almost every day since our first time. She came over late at night, we got our nuts, she went to sleep, and was gone by the time I woke up in the morning. She had unwittingly turned me into her sneaky link.

“So, what you going to do with that? You just trying to keep it on some just fucking, or you planning to make it deeper than that?” he asked.That is a good question.

I thought about his question for longer than I wanted to. “I didn’t plan to fuck her. At this point, I’m just going to go withwhatever it is or going to be. You know me. I’m never pressed about some pussy.”

Toolie looked at me through the slits of his eyes. “Ok,Mr. Unpressed.Remember you said that because I damn sure am.”

My dog babies were having the time of their lives. A couple of years ago, I had the shore of the lake turned into what looked like a beach. The lake on our land was large. My parents, sister, and my house were along it. On the other side of the lake, I gave it the beachfront vibe as well for the town. During the summertime, it was the place to be. My mother and sister had a food truck that opened only during the summer, during lake hours that made amazing money.

“While you’re talking about me, what’s up with you and Gabrielle?” Toolie had a lot to say about what I had going on but was on mute about his little thing with Belle’s best friend.

His goofy smile told me that whatever I thought it was, it was more than that. “Shit, I’m trying to get that girl to move here. Gabby about to have all my babies and last name.”

My eyes bucked. “Dude, you’ve known that girl all of a few weeks. She was only here for a week. What kind of voodoo does she have to get the infamous Taquan Toolie Beckett talking about babies and marriage?”

“Cuz, she’s different. I had to ask her how the fuck her and Adabelle became friends. They’re like polar opposites. I’on know, man. Her conversation is good, she’s caring and all that shit. Oh, and the pussy, I need that with me every day.” This man was actually blushing. “Yeah, that’s my ole lady.”

Toolie was what most would consider the town ho. He took no one seriously. There was a time when it was very different. He and his high school sweetheart had a baby when we were juniors in high school. Everyone knew he and Greta were going to get married. That train came to an abrupt halt when he found her diary, read it, and found out that she cheated. What was worsethan the cheating was him reading that she had doubts that their son was his.

My cousin played it smoothly. Without her knowledge, he got the baby tested. When he found out the son that he’d raised for almost five years wasn’t his, he completely crashed out. He ended up going to jail for assaulting her. That was a hard time in his life, and emotionally, I wasn’t sure if he ever recovered. The real father of Greta’s son wanted nothing to do with them. She ended up moving out of Newsome a few months before Toolie came home.

“Shit, I’m happy you found someone that is willing to cut for you like you cut for them. Happiness looks good on you.” Toolie was the reckless one of the family. Before his assault charge, he’d been locked up for drugs and shit. It was ironic that the Greta situation was the first time that he got caught up with a violent charge. I guess you couldn’t be charged with bodies that couldn’t be found.

Toolie and I talked for a few more minutes abouthis Gabbybefore we got up to play with my babies. They all got excited when I pulled out the bag of balls. I didn’t plan to fire up the grill until the girls arrived. About thirty minutes into our playing, the sounds of dogs barking caused me to turn my head in the direction of the barks. My Boy and Stitch were running full speed toward me.The hell are they doing here?

I was surprised to see Belle. I was more surprised to see Gabby. My glance shifted to Toolie. You would be able to see his smile from the space station. He threw the ball for my babies to run after, then headed toward his girl. It was surprising that she was here because she was supposed to be in California.

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