Page 15 of The Perfect Verse
“Naw, we’re good. I have my other shit in the garage.” She actually had two trucks and a Caprice Classic she’d gutted and had customized to accommodate her wheelchair.
“Shit, I got to get my money up to make your ass mine for real.” He chuckled, not realizing what he said until afterward. “Say, I ain’t trying to marry your ass. Don’t get all cocky.”
“Naw, stick with what you said.” She playfully shooed him away when he smacked her ass cheek. She glared when he lifted both brows.
“That’s what I thought. Now gimme a kiss.” She shook her head when he wrestled her down, planting kisses all over her face as she laughed to the point she was squirming underneath him. He had to admit that it was music to his ears, hearing her laughter.
Before he knew it, he pinned her down, lightly nipping her skin from her shoulder to breast. She gasped, her eyes stretched wide as he gently sucked her nipple. She’d gotten off the hook the first time, but this time, he wasn’t backing down, especially when he could smell that pussy, feel the heat from it, too. Before she knew it, his hand slipped inside her panties, and she was slick to touch.
“Shit,” she uttered, her eyes locked into his. Neither said anything, but said everything as he dragged his nose up her neck and against her ear.
“May I?” He watched her eyes land on where his hands were, her jaw lowered as he softly rubbed her mound. “I promise, I just want to eat your pussy.”
Immediately, her pussy quaked at the thought of him taking her inside his mouth. Speechless, a nod would have to suffice. He moved on it quickly before she changed her mind. He liftedboth legs, pulled her panties off and tossed her legs over his shoulders. He parted her lower lips, his mouth salivating before he eased his tongue in between her slick folds.
“Scoooot.” She squeaked as his tongue slid up and down, then around and around. It was so clean like water, but the sweetest pussy he’d ever eaten, which said a lot since he wasn’t much of a pussy eater. No way was he not eating the goods until she creamed up nicely on his tongue, filling him up until she had no more to give.
“Got damn, Kee. Pussy taste so good,” he muttered, lifting her lower globes as he tongue-fucked her center.
“Shit, Scooter.” She huffed, her hands planted on his head. “Fuckkkk.”
He couldn’t believe how wet and good she tasted, lapping and lapping as her essence leaked into his mouth and down the crack of her ass. His tongue soon followed, her body trembling as he spit in her lower hole. Then he eased his finger inside. Her body stiffened, her skin flushed.
“That hurt?”
“Y-Yes, but k-keep going.” He smiled, easing one finger in and out before he planted his entire mouth over her lower hole. When she began to shake, he glided his tongue inside of her pussy and received the surprise of his life when her walls collapsed around his tongue like a hug.
“The fuck!” he spat in wonderment. “Look at me,” he demanded, his entire mouth and chin glistening from her release. “Don’t you ever in this fucking life or the next ghost my ass. You hear me?”
She heard him. Her pussy did too when he slid his tongue back inside of her, sucking and licking before she shot up and squirted, raining all in his mouth.
“Shit, nigga.” She huffed, panting as he slowly rose. He dragged his hand down his mouth and smiled. “The fuck.”
“Yeah,” was all he offered with a grin like he’d won the lottery.
He left her alone in bed, trying to gain her bearings, as he made his way to the bathroom. With no shame, he used her toothbrush to brush his teeth, then returned with a warm, soapy towel. He knew there was no turning back. One way or another, he had to send Serita on her fucking way.
“Open up, Kee.” Her eyes fluttered as he lifted one leg, then slowly wiped her center and lower hole. His dick twitched, but when his cell vibrated, he knew he had to go. He’d hidden in their world long enough. It was time he returned to his.
He leaned over and pecked her lips.
“See you later?” When she rolled her eyes, he gripped her neck. “Don’t make me ask twice.” For some reason, that tough shit turned her on.
“Yeah, but don’t hold me to that. It’s Saturday. The boys have chores, and then I promised them we’d go to the mall and movies.”
He liked that she was busy, not waiting for a nigga or a bitch to fill up her day, but at some point, when life settled down for him, she’d have to do more than pencil him in. She needed to be on his team and his schedule, full-time.
Chapter 7
Verse Seven
“Serita, man,” Scooter drawled, after picking up his cell. She’d called the entire time he was atDave and Buster’s, then while he was asleep, and at least three times while his face was in between Kaleela’s legs.
“Are you dying or something?”
As soon as he pulled off, he shot off a few text messages. He gave Donovan a quick rundown of what they’d be working on, then told his sister Leah he’d have to swing by the next day to put up her blinds. He sent his mother the money to pick up the collard greens and the weed. He knew she’d bite since she smoked up their shit too.
As for Serita, after easily the tenth call and fifteenth text message, he decided to ignore her. The only reason he picked up was that once he made it to the studio, she’d never get a response. That was exactly why they resided in two different states. Too bad her days were numbered when he could still smell Kaleela’s pussy on his breath.
