Page 7 of Zinc: Black Metal Gang

“Nah, for real, Ma. Why the fuck this pussy so goddamn wet like this?” I asked gripping her hips. I wasn’t gon’ last too much longer. It was like every time I got in this muthafucka I sprinted to the finish line.

“Cause I love the way you fuck me, Nahmari.” My name left her lips in the softest tone a nigga ever heard. She knew better than to give me this good shit the first time. Now a nigga was plotting on tying this shit down.

“Then cream on this muthafucka then. What the fuck is taking you so long to paint this shit?”

With a handful of hair, I gently brought her to me and fucked that sweet lil’ pussy until she obeyed my command. Her cum was polishing my dick so good it was starting to shine from her juices. This was the only reward a nigga looked forward to on a daily. I didn’t give a fuck how long the day was, fuck me before a nigga closed his eyes. I couldn’t get a good night's rest without it.

“Oouu, shit! Cum with me, babyyyy!” she screamed. Little did she know I was already there.

I sprayed her walls with my kids and didn’t have an ounce of regret. This woman was mine through and through. She could front like she wasn’t down bad for a nigga but we both knew what the fuck was going on. Falling forward, I watched her body slowly return to a calm state. I couldn’t help but tuck my lip between my teeth and enjoy the view. She arched her backperfectly with my wood still inside her as if she could handle another round.

“I got time. What we doing?” I questioned massaging her ass delivering slow strokes.

“As much as I love having you inside of me, we don’t have time for another round at all,” she stated allowing her body to fall completely flat. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

“Oh, we got time if you on that fa sho’. I promise them niggas ain’t going nowhere.”

Climbing off the bed, she kissed me on the cheek and headed for the bathroom. I heard her start the shower which meant she was done. I on the other hand could get it popping in the shower with no problem. I followed behind her with the urgency to climb right back in that gushy shit. Onyx had to know how the pussy she housed turned niggas crazy. It was too good not to.

I slid the glass door back and stepped in with her placing her hand on my chest. “Get in here and wash yo’ ass, Zinc. I’m not playing. You got a bachelor party to do, and I got to get to the dance studio.”

“I don’t understand why you got to go down to that fuck ass studio just to dance. I got a dick that works perfectly fine you can dance on.”

A nigga had yet to go down. I made sure my shit sat on her ass so she would know I was still trying to plant seeds. My hands went to exploring and her soft moans were filling the room once again. With my hand easing pass her midsection, I was back at her folds. Two fingers slipped inside her wet canal and like usual, her walls wrapped around me. It was natural at this point.

“Nahmari, I love cummin’ for you baby and I would love to cum for you again. However, this isn’t happening.” She moved my fingers and grabbed the washcloth.

I stepped back and gave her the space she was requesting. Tonight was Chrome’s last night of being a bachelor. That niggafound his better half and I’d be damned if I didn’t find mine as well. Two rare breeds that the hood didn’t touch. Yeah, me and bro’ lucked up big time.

Onyx was everything you wanted in a woman. She came with her own paper, her own crib, her own everything. There was worth in this woman, but she was as humble as they came. I knew all about her trust fund and still, she managed to make a nigga feel wanted. When it came down to it, she had more than any of them hoes from the Park. I would be a goddamn fool to put any woman above her.

With her finishing first, I was able to finally get my head right and wash my ass. She was no longer in front of me causing a distraction. My thoughts were beginning to calm down and the disturbing thoughts of my childhood were surfacing. I hated being alone for too long because this was the result.

My parents were nothing like Chrome’s. He had a two-parent household and me… well, a nigga was grateful if my mama came home at night. I was making grown ass decisions by the age of ten. I had no business with my name on bills and lying to Rent-A-Center. I just wanted to play my game and chill.

That was just the surface of shit. I had no business seeing my mama on her knees or the many men that beat her down all so she could walk away with a few fuckin’ dollars. She started out as a stripper doing what the fuck she had to do for home but somewhere along the way, she was turned out and the streets had her by the throat. She was simply a product of that shit now and she had absolutely no shame. She fucked any and everybody with a smile on her face and drugs in her veins.

If it wasn’t for Neon and Steel doing for me when they could, there was no telling where the fuck I would be. The system wasn’t built for niggas, and we all knew that. Them crackers would’ve had me in so many foster homes I probably wouldn’tbe able to tell you my name for real because there would be no familiarity, not even for myself.

“Baby.” Onyx, reached in and touched me gently on my back bringing me out my trance like state.

“Yeah.”

“I been talking to you. Where yo’ head at right now?” She asked a question I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer. I would tell her whatever she wanted to know but when it came to Mariah Williams, I was hesitant as fuck. I hated speaking on her period.

“My fault, Ma. What you say?”

“That Chrome just called. He wants to know where y’all going tonight.”

I smirked and said, “He’ll know when we get there.” I finished washing and stepped out. I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist simply because I wanted Onyx to jump back on the dick. Chrome was going to be a married man by one in the afternoon tomorrow. This party wasn’t gon’ make or break that.

Onyx eyed me exactly the way I wanted her to. My smile stretched from ear to ear as I brushed pass her. I heard her inhale deeply as if that would help. Onyx loved to fuck so her refraining from giving me what the fuck I wanted was comical. I knew what it took to get her to keep her pretty ass home.

Clearing her throat, she gained composure and finished getting dressed. I was done twenty minutes later dripped out with my diamonds dancing on top of the fit. I hit myself with a few sprays of cologne and grabbed my phone and wallet off the nightstand.

“Are you coming back here whenever y’all done or am I coming to your side of town?”

“It don’t matter. Just hit me before you leave the studio and tell me what you trying to do. I’ll probably be done with thatnigga around one. I’m ‘bout to fill that nigga with so much liquor he might want to push that wedding back a few hours.”

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