Page 57 of Typa
“He’s leaking, baby.”
I licked my lips and without saying a word, she assumed the fucking position. She made it to me and went to her knees, slurping my shit into her mouth. I didn’t know how I would contain myself now. Her head game was so fucking good. I grabbed her braids and held on for dear life. “Damn, Maui. My kids finna go skydiving down your pretty ass throat. Fuck!”
She looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing me how my dick was gliding along her tongue and breaching her throat canal. The second she closed her mouth again, I flooded that shit. She opened her mouth and made a fucking mess as she continued sucking my dick with my nut dripping from herlips. That shit was so fucking sexy. My toes wanted to curl, but I would surely hit the floor if I allowed that to happen. I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her, lowering her on my dick again.
I walked to the bathroom and got in the shower. Staring into her eyes before I turned her lil ass inside out, I said, “I love you so much, baby. I can’t wait until you’re my wife.”
Before she could respond, I began drilling the fuck out of her pussy, causing her to nut all over the place. Continuing with what I was saying, I said, “I can’t wait until you’re the mother of all my bad ass kids.”
“Mythic!”
Her body was having a fucking fit all over me. I slowed my pace as I pushed her back against the wall. “You’re already my ride or die . . . my confidant . . . my lover . . . my friend . . . my fucking everything. Fuuuuuuck!”
I nutted so hard I could barely stay on my feet. My legs were trembling like crazy. She slid from my grasp and went back to the activities she’d started earlier. She pulled my dick into her mouth, sucking the residuals right from me. When she concentrated on the head of my dick, I knew she was gon’ get the urethral fluid. When I felt it about to happen, I pulled her from it and that shit squirted all over the wall.
I was so fucking drained I could have lain on the shower floor and went straight to sleep. Maui stood and soaped my towel with some Bath and Body shit Treasure had bought for me. She began washing me as I did my best to swallow the lump in my throat.How dare I enjoy the beautiful gifts life has to offer while my sister is missing?
I broke down as Maui washed me . . . like audibly cried for my sister. No matter how many times people said this wasn’t my fault, I knew it was. My body quaked as I released the sorrow inside of me. Maui dropped the towel to the railing and hugged me around my waist.
“It’s going to be okay, baby. You believe that?”
“I’m trying to believe that. I wanna fuck some shit up so bad, but I don’t wanna let everybody down, especially you. Nor do I wanna make shit worse.”
“Baby, we got you. I’m sure PJ has given them all the info they need. He knows just as much as you do, right?”
“Yeah. I just feel like I need to be doing more.”
“No one will be upset if you work with them to find her, Mythic.”
“I know. It’s just what will happen once I find her that I’m worried about.”
She grabbed the towel and resumed washing my body. “Like I told you before, I’m gonna always be here for you. Nothing is going to make me stop loving you, babe. Plus, I gotta make sure you follow through with the things you said you can’t wait for.”
I gave her a slight smile, feeling thankful for her consolation and her permission, once again, to do whatever the fuck I had to do.
“Where you going?” PJ asked.
“I’m finna hit the block. I can’t just sit here like this, waiting on another nigga to find Treasure. I gotta find my fucking sister.”
“I’m going wit’chu.”
PJ hopped in the passenger seat of my truck, then I took off down the road, heading to Highway 90. I had to cross to the other side of Liberty where I knew those muthafuckas usually congregated. They didn’t stop business. They loved money too much for that shit. Somebody was gon’ tell me what the fuck I needed to know.
My phone lit up, and when I saw my dad was calling, I let that shit ring. I could see PJ texting, so he was probably letting them know what was up. I didn’t care if they got mad. The only opinion that mattered to me at this point was Maui’s. When I got to the bottom, I rolled slower. That was where a lot of the slanging went down. We called it ‘the bottom’.
“Keep yo’ fucking eyes open, nigga,” I said to PJ.
“Mm-hmm. Look Eric over there.”
I swung my truck in that direction and got to him fast as fuck. When he realized it was me, I could see the tension fill him, and I knew he was about to run. I pulled my gun. “Don’t run, muthafucka. Where the fuck my sister at?”
“Man, I don’t know that shit. For real, Mythic.”
“Who got her?”
“I don’t know that shit either.”
I shot him in the foot and watched him fall to the ground. “I’m gon’ ask you one more time. Who the fuck took my sister?”
