Page 13 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“You belong to me. You got twenty-four hours to find yo’ way home or else I’m coming to get you,” he said and removed himself from my truck. I sat there, watching him in the rearview mirror as he opened the driver’s door of the police cruiser and climbed inside. The Charger sped past me and the lights turned off.
Maniac
Pulling up to the privacy gate, I blew the horn. A few seconds later, it pulled open, and I drove inside. Stopping the car at the garage door, I turned to my passenger and tapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks for letting me borrow ya shit,” I said and cut the engine. Opening the door, I got out and was met by Murda.
“The car waiting for you over there.” He nodded toward the Ferrari parked by the gate. He dipped his head inside the car and then looked back at me. “You really been riding ’round with him in the passenger seat like that?”
“I figured that you’d do a better job at dumping his ass than me.” Without uttering another word, I climbed into the car and pulled out the parking lot.
Leaning back, I removed my phone from my pocket and unlocked it with my face. Going to Nylah’s contact, I pressed the phone icon and waited ’til it connected.
“Damn, daddy, where you been at?” she asked soon as she answered the phone. I hadn’t talked to or seen her not even after she blew up my phone the other day, trying to get me to come over. She knew she was on my time, not hers.
“I’m on my way over. Be ready by the time I get there.”
“Okay!” the excitement was evident in her voice. She hung the phone up, and I headed in the direction of her house out on the southside.
Pulling up to Nylah’s house, I parked in her driveway behind her white Challenger and got out. I tread up to the front door and lifted my hand to knock. The door pulled open, and she stood there in this black two-piece panty set. One thing about Nylah, she was gon’ make sure she was in some lingerie whenever I showed my face. I’on know if it was to help boost her confidence or what.
Nylah was bad as hell, especially her body. She’s thicker than a Snicker—stacked in all the right places. She didn’t have no flat ass stomach like a lot of these mufuckas that be walking around here. Most of their bodies were fake as fuck, but not Nylah’s. Her shit was soft to the touch. Her face was cute, but it wasn’t anything that would stop traffic.
Taking me by the hand, she pulled me into the house and shut the door behind me. My eyes roamed her caramel frame. Judging by her baby hairs, she’d just gotten her hair done. I’ll never understand why she always walked around here with those got damn curtains on her forehead.
“I missed you.” Her tongue swept her lips, and she turned and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. I stepped over the few Hotwheel cars that were scattered over the floor.
We entered her bedroom. She released my hand and climbed up onto the bed. Her hands roamed her frame, squeezing her breasts and gently rubbing her clit through her panties.
“C’mere, daddy.” She beckoned for me with her index finger. I stepped to the edge of her gray tufted queen-sized bed and kicked my sneakers off. Tugging my shirt over my head, I tossed it to the floor alongside the bed. Nylah gripped me by my pants loop and pulled me closer to her. Licking her lips, she unzipped my pants and shoved them down with my briefs.
Grabbing my dick with both her hands, she drew me into her mouth. The tip of my dick touched the back of her throat. Nylah learned early to control her gag reflexes. I’on know why she thought that shit was an accomplishment, I love whenever I hear a bitch choking on my shit. She twirled her tongue around my dick as she eyed me. Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth.
“Mmhmm, you always taste so good, daddy.” She sucked and slurped on my dick.
Her mouth caught onto me like a vacuum. She sucked all of my seeds out of me, but my shit wasn’t fully empty. Nylah released me, and I reached down and grabbed the condom out my pants pocket. Ripping it with my mouth, I rolled it down my dick and flipped Nylah where she was on her hands and knees. Shoving her panties to the side, I slid my dick up and down her slits and she was already dripping wet.
I eased into her, and she tossed her ass back on my dick. One thing about her, she gon’ fuck me back every single time.
“Yes, daddy!” Her ass jiggled with every thrust.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Nylah clamped down on my dick with her pussy muscles and that was it for me. I erupted in the condom and slipped right out of her before I even finished nutting. Heading into the bathroom, I dumped the condom into the toilet and flushed it. I stood there, watching it go down the drain. I wasn’t about to leave this house, knowing she had access to my nut.
After peeing, I flushed again and washed my hands. When I went back into the bedroom, Nylah was laying in the bed with a Ziploc bag of weed as she rolled herself a blunt. That’s one of the exact reasons why I only used her to fuck. I thought it was so unladylike for a female to be smoking anything.
“That was good,” she said as I grabbed my clothes off the floor and got back dressed. Nylah knew the drill. I’d come in,fuck and dip. She ain’t get any intimacy out of me. It’s how I kept her ass detached.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it onto the bed. “This should hold you over for a while.” Her eyes darted to the money and then she stared up at me.
“That’s more than normal. You feeling alright?”
“Yeah, I won’t be back.”
She slung the weed onto the bed alongside her and stood to her feet. “What are you talking about?” I’m sure that caught her off guard, but I had to let her know that she shouldn’t be expecting me anymore. “You’re joking, right?” she asked as she rounded the bed in my direction.
“When have you ever known for me to joke?” I strolled down the hallway toward the front door.
“Maniac?” she caught me by the wrist as I grabbed the doorknob. “You’re joking… right?” Her head tilted to the side as she stared up into my eyes.
