Page 6 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

We both began to get undressed. I, however, started the shower so I could wash off. I sweated more than I intended on decorating. Now I needed to freshen up. I stepped inside and quickly sponged the day away.

“Girl, I know how to shut up sometimes. Plus, he my nigga, not my best friend. I’m gon’ always hold you down. Oh, I kind of lied on you today so whatever Chrome or Zinc ask you about, just go with it!” I shouted from the shower.

“Oh, no, no, no. What the hell did you put me in, Onyx?” By this time, Kosha had joined me in the bathroom.

I took a minute to think on whether I wanted to tell Kosha about my lil’ outings and what all I’ve been enjoying in Eastlake. I hid absolutely nothing from this bitch. She knew what colordraws I had on and how big my breast was. There was nothing I kept from her, but this one thing was going to have her looking at me sideways.

“What? You can lie on me but not tell me what fuckin’ lie I’m attaching myself to? No ma’am. What’s really good?”

“I started d?—”

“Hey Onyx, can we touch?” Amy barged in at the perfect time. I didn’t want to let Kosha in on my bullshit just yet.

“Touch, but please don’t fuck. Take KoKo with you and I’ll be out in a second,” I said with a low chuckle.

“Fuck? You brought prostitutes in here, Onyx?” Kosha asked with bulging eyes.

“No, I brought cooking strippers. Go sit down, let them men feed you, and enjoy the show. Amy, take her with you. I’ll be out in a fuckin’ minute.” I was smiling but I was lowkey frustrated. My personal life wasn’t supposed to be this difficult to balance.

I released a deep breath and finished washing the day off. Dancing was my get away. I didn’t see myself as a stripper per say. I saw myself enjoying a passion that kept me happy. Ever since I was a child, my love for dancing had been expressed. However, the way I was expressing it now was going to be a problem once it came to light.

Enjoy it for now, Onyx, because that nigga gon’ flip shit when he finds out.

Chapter Three

ZINC

If I had it my way, I would live between her thighs getting high off the taste of her. I couldn’t go a day without hydrating myself with her juices. She kept a nigga grounded anytime she offered her body to me. Whether she noticed it or not, I was addicted to her pretty ass.

“Oouuu, fuck!” she moaned.

With her fingers in my locs, she squeezed them gently as my tongue slid in and out of her opening. Baby had the taste of sweet cream just seeping out of her like a faucet. Making her cum was the one thing I had in the bag. She never had to question if a nigga was good enough.

“This pussy taste so fuckin’ good.”

Riding a nigga face was how I preferred lil’ baby. She couldn’t run and she only had one option… cum. Her juices coated my lips with the right amount of lubrication. The smell of her was to die for and the taste was one you’d catch a body over. Onyx was the full package, and she knew it. Hell, any nigga that had the privilege to be this close knew it. The only difference was I wasn’t a fool.

As she hovered over me, I had the perfect view of her breasts. They bounced gently above my head as her body moved like awave. This was satisfying to a nigga. She ain’t have to do much for me to fall for her pretty ass but when she sat on my face, I was down bad behind her.

“Fuuuuck. I’m finna cum, baby,” she cried out as I held her clit hostage.

Do it then.

My locs were gripped while my body began to suffer from lack of oxygen. Her legs locked on the sides of my face keeping me in place. I was smothered and that was exactly how the fuck I liked it when it came to her fine ass. I would die behind the pussy and that was on me.

Her sweet cream filled my mouth as her gut-wrenching cry of satisfaction bounced off the walls. My ego was being stroked, and I couldn’t help but wear a smile of arrogance. My mouthpiece ain’t never been nothing to play with. I was just happy with the fact I could eat in peace knowing wasn’t nobody running up in this shit raw but me.

Finally, my hair and face were released as she slowly leaned forward keeping her ass tooted in the air. I swiftly slid from underneath and was back to the pussy like I never left. With my dick in hand, I pushed at her opening and was granted access. So wet and so fuckin’ warm. Yeah, she was in for some good pipe.

“Damn, she wet as fuck,” I said taking in the level of moist her shit held. I was used to her leaking, but this was different this go ‘round. It was like her faucet couldn’t be turned off or something.

“Always for you, Lil’ Daddy.”

I chuckled at her comeback. Lil’ Daddy was what she referred to me as since I was indeed a young nigga. She wasn’t too far from me though. A smooth ten years wasn’t shit to me. She was the first I ever dealt with so far ahead though. I ain’t never dabbled into the thirties pool until her. She gave a hell of an impression for the seasoned women.

As soon as the tip of my dick hit her cervix, I held still and took her in. Onyx was built different. Like, my baby had back dimples that hypnotized you as you hit the pussy from the back. She had the nerve to have that shit pierced too. As if that wasn’t enough, my baby went and got my name tatted down the middle of her back. There was literally a handful that knew me by my government. The rest of the world identified me as Zinc. She didn’t hide her love for me and that earned her this raw shit.

“Sssss,” she hissed slowly rocking back and forth on the pipe.

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