Page 14 of The Perfect Verse
“Sir?” She groaned, trying to stay focused. Short of a few toys where she pleasured herself, her pussy hadn’t been touched. Shewas also used to being the aggressor, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt when he palmed her pussy. “I-I asked, what are we doing?”
He pecked her lips. “Whatever you want to do.” When she pushed him in the chest and pouted, he kissed her nose.
“Just say you’re trying to be mine, girl.” He tittered, but he was the only one when he slipped his hand around her waist. “Mean ass.”
“I am not mean.”
She smiled when he gripped her chin and kissed her. When she didn’t resist, he went in for another one, but that time, he slid his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues danced around as she moaned in his mouth. His dick woke up when he pulled back and slid his finger over her lower lip, her chest heaving.
“I want you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against her neck.
“That tickles,” she whined, feeling her pussy flutter. He dragged his tongue around the shell of her ear until his lips rested against hers. “And my breath stinks. I hate I just kissed you.”
“So?” He leaned back and smiled before he kissed her. “A real nigga ain’t worried about that. Try sharing a room with three, maybe four niggas who been in the streets, getting that money for days on end with little to no sleep.”
That was him, Donovan, Gucci, and their other homeboy Speedy. “Fucking breath is the last thing on your mind. Dividing your goods and putting shit on the light bill was the priority, or better yet, the rent.”
She could relate, although she and Shonasia graduated to cooking dope within weeks. She’d put that good pussy on Chico, and before they both knew it, he’d put them in an apartment of their own.
He tilted her chin and slid his tongue in her mouth. A soft bite followed on her bottom lip as she hissed, then he gently sucked on her earlobe. Her pussy pooled with moisture as she moaned, feeling his dick against her thighs. She wanted him in the worst way when he slid between her legs.
“T-The boys,” she stammered, her back slightly arching.
“I know, but let me eat this pussy, put that fire out for you.” Just when it looked like she was about to agree, his cellphone vibrated. It had been since they’d been together. Instantly, she was annoyed, pushing him off and sitting up.
“Aye?” His head lifted, staring down at her somewhat amazed. He didn’t want to offend her, but he had to know. “You-You can actually move your legs?”
She gulped. All it took was for one nigga to try her in the club, underestimating her when he poured liquor over her head. It happened after she realized she’d never fully walk again after a failed attempt at physical therapy. She learned that what she lacked in strength in her legs, she made up for it with her hands, coupled with rage.
She’d pistol-whipped the nigga so bad that he left on a stretcher and fell into a coma. Word got around that K Smooth was back. She was more ruthless, more gangster, and still had the baddest bitches flock her way. She decided then she’d rather be strong in a wheelchair than appear crippled on her feet.
“I can but notwalkwalk.”
“Shit, I like you already, but baby girl, you’ll be damage on these streets, walking next to me as Solomon Black’s bitch.’
“Nigga, I ain’t no bitch.” She frowned when his slitted eyes greeted her. She knew what he meant.
“Or rolling. I don’t give a fuck, to be honest.” He crawled up just enough until his length was against her pussy. It was warm, and wet too. He was close to tossing caution to the wind when his cellphone vibrated again. “The hell is this?”
He grabbed it and pushed out a frustrated breath. Most were from Serita, but the other missed calls or text messages were from family. Donovan was whining about a beat he needed to finish, then it was his sister Leah, who wanted him to swing by and put up some blinds, and lastly, his grandmother who needed him to bring her two bunches of collard greens… and some weed.
“Move.” She kissed her teeth.
“Don’t do that,” he warned her. “I’m here with you, but shit doesn’t stop, Kee.” She noticed he’d called her that earlier. She liked it, but she wasn’t going to tell him, especially not when she was agitated.
“I didn’t expect it to. Unlike you, I have children to attend to, my truck is at the shop, and I handle my own business. You’re not the only nigga that’s his own boss.”
“Shit, I know. Hell, you’re doing more than able-bodied men and women are doing, Kee. I know I’m not fucking with what you have going on. Niggas just hitting my line because I’m not available like I normally am.”
“Niggas or hoes?” She pouted, and he smiled.
“Niggas like family.” He liked her too much to bring up Serita. Hell, being in her crib was the inspiration he needed to live at that damn studio—from her California king-sized bed across to the floor-to-ceiling windows in her bedroom, giving her the perfect view of the sun that slowly rose in front of them. What he loved most, however, was her walk-in closet. It was almost the size of his bedroom, and her bathroom was like that of a high-end spa, complete with an accessible shower and jacuzzi.
His and her sinks were a nice added touch, although he wondered why the fuck she needed two of them when it was just her, until he thought about the woman who used to lie in her home?—
Chaney. Reality quickly settled in as he sat up, scratching his beard. He couldn’t get mad, even though it did bother him.
“Let me get you to your truck. I’ll get the boys.”
