Page 74 of Ony If It's You
“It’s cool, I ain’t gon’ fuck up our business over no bitch, bro.”
Before he could lift his hand to dap my cousin up, I snatched his frail ass up and forced him into the wall behind me.
“Who’s the bitch?” I growled in his face.
“I-I wasn’t saying it t-to be disrespectful,” he stammered.
“That’s what the fuck I thought,” I spat, pulling him forward then slamming his back into the wall again. “Look, you don’t know me or shit about me, but I suggest you go do your mothafuckin’ research. I don’t play games, especially not with bitch ass niggas and for sure not about my mothafuckin’ wife. Now, like I told your pussy ass before, you better get you and your little minions the fuck from around me before it’s dinner through a straw for life.” I roughly pushed him away from me. “Bitch ass nigga,” I mumbled after he straightened his clothes and walked away.
“You straight?” Dominique turned to me and asked.
Sucking my teeth, I waved him off and sat back on my stool.
“Fuck outta here, nigga.”
“I don’t know, I was a little scared for you for a minute there.” He grinned.
“You were scared because you a bitch. Them nigga would have been light work for me.”
“Shit, I don’t know, I watched you fight in Vegas and in that one fight it wasn’t looking too promising—ay, chill the fuck out.” He laughed and fought to get out of my hold when I grabbed him and put him in a headlock.
Lani’s bitch ass baby daddy left shortly after I put him in his place and that was his best bet. I could tell that he hung around so that he didn’t look like a bitch, but I knew better. That nigga was soft as cotton, and if he tried me again, I’d beat the stank off him.
“Suck that shit just like that, Lani,” I groaned with my hands full of her hair. “Shit.”
She caught a nigga before I left for the airport. I only wanted to wake her up and kiss her goodbye, but she had other plans. She climbed right out of the bed, pushed me up against the wall, and started to top a nigga off. She was sucking my shit so good that I wanted to force her to pack her shit and come with me because there was no way that she thought that I could go days without this shit.
My knees buckled when she started to hum on my shit and twist it with both hands.
“Girl,” I groaned, tossing my head back.
Fuck, I needed to be inside of her before I left.
“Come here.” I reached down and pulled her up.
“Baby, we can’t. You’re going to be late.”
“Turn around,” I said, ignoring her.
She turned around and bent over the bed. Swiftly, I entered her from behind and tossed my head back because per usual her shit was warm and fit me like a glove.
“Baby,” she whimpered and threw it back making my mouth fall open. I fought hard not to moan out like a bitch. I was failing miserably, so I reached to grab her by the front of her neck and pulled her head back so that I could kiss her nastily as I beat her shit up. I could feel her wetting up my thighs and stomach her shit was so wet.
“Damn, how I’m supposed to go days without this shit?” I asked. Looking into her eyes since the lamp was on. “Say, how daddy supposed to go without this good shit?”
“Ba-by.” She struggled to get the word out because of the hold I had on her neck and how deep I was hitting that pussy.
“What?”
“I-I’m, oh my God,” she cried. She was cumming, I could feel it and I wasn’t too far from my own climax.
“You what?” I taunted, feeling the tingling sensation course through my body. “You gon’ bring this pussy to me tomorrow when you drop the kids off?”
My strokes were shorter and faster now that my nut was rising. I could never last long in this shit.
“Say?” I asked, pulling her head back further then leaning in to suck on her neck.
“Y-ye-yessss, oh fuck yes,” she screamed as she came on my dick and I came at the same time.
