Passion of the Streets

by A'zayler

  All of her locs were hanging down around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her mouth was balled slightly as she focused on what she was doing. For a few minutes Jamil had to make himself stop looking at her because the sight of her alone was making his dick jump with excitement.

  “Fuck me, Gee.” He pleaded earnestly with her to make him feel good. “Please.” His hands went out to her and pulled the dress she was wearing over her head. “Fuck.” He grunted once her body came into full view.

  He had noticed earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now to see her perky breasts and round chocolate nipples up close had his dick growing a few more inches. He licked his lips and grabbed them both. He massaged them only for a second before sitting up to put them in his mouth.

  Gia’s back arched as her hand went to the back of his head. “Milli,” she sang sweetly. “Touch it, Milli.” She grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. “Touch it for me.”

  Her body was so warm against his skin he could tell she was on fire for him. Her skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat, and she shivered every time he touched her. Listening to her ask him to touch her made Jamil even hungrier. So hungry he could hardly think straight. With one hand he held her up, and with the other he snatched her thong off.

  “Fuckkk,” he moaned as he bit her neck.

  The moment he touched her, the slickness between her thighs coated his fingers, dripping from her like a faucet. He rubbed back and forth over her clit and she moved with him, sliding her body over his fingers. She was desperate. She wanted to get there. She needed to get there. She worked her body feverishly, trying to feel the feeling that only he had given her.

  At the sound of another moan escaping her lips, Jamil lost all control and grabbed his dick from her hands. Lifting her up with only one arm, he positioned his dick at her opening and pulled her down on top of him. Gia screamed upon contact but quickly muffled it by grabbing his mouth with hers.

  She moaned painfully into their kiss as his dick ripped apart her insides. Jamil hadn’t even began to move the way he wanted to because he was scared. Scared that if he did, he would bust prematurely and the feeling of Gee’s pussy wrapped around his dick would be gone too soon.

  He needed to hold on to that for a little while longer. Inside her he felt at home, and he wasn’t ready to leave yet. He wanted to stay forever, wrapped in her love. With her legs and arms now wrapped tightly around his body, Gia shivered and shook with every plunge he took into her valley.

  “Say my name, Gia.” He breathed deeply into her ear. “Call me Daddy.”

  Jamil could hear the huskiness in his voice as he enjoyed the squishy fluids that were drowning his dick and soaking his thighs. Her breasts pressed flat against his hard chest as he held her in his arms. Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Jamil held a nearly naked Gia on his lap.

  Her ass spread across his thighs while her juices leaked all over him. She’d long ago pulled his hair free of his band, so now they sat tangled in each other with an array of colorful locs falling around them. Their hair shielded their faces from anything other than each other.

  “Let me hear you, baby.” Jamil pushed farther into her.

  Gia’s entire body tensed up upon feeling every inch of him. “Milli, it hurts,” she whined.

  Jamil stood up while still holding her and laid her down on the bed. Being that his bed sat pretty high off the ground, he was able to stand on the side and still slide perfectly into her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed while her thighs rested in the crooks of his arms.

  He stared down at her body as he slid in and out. “Say my name, Gee.” He pushed into her over and over, each stroke deeper and deeper than the last one. “Call me Daddy.”

  Gia’s eyes were on him as she pushed at his abs, trying to stop him from giving her a complete dose of him. Too bad for her, he was in the zone. Gia was his, and he was about to make sure she knew what that entailed.

  “Stop running and give me my pussy, Gee.”

  He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he spoke to her. Her face took on a totally different look every time he said something, which led him to believe she liked it. He too was full of desire for her, and the only way he knew how to show her was with his body.

  Jamil’s face distorted in pleasure the harder he stroked her. It was like the harder he went, the wetter she got.

  “Gee,” he whined desperately. “Your pussy feels so good to me.” He grunted. “Is it mine, Gee? Huh? Can I have it?” He heard the words coming from his mouth, but it didn’t sound like him. Gia had transformed him into someone else.

  He watched her nod as she pushed at his stomach. With a quick, hard thrust, Jamil pushed deep into her, and she screamed again.

  “Say my fucking name, Gee.” He sped up, hitting her with harder strokes. “Say it,” he bellowed. “I’ma beat this pussy until you say it.”

  After that Jamil went full throttle. He worked his hips harder and harder, giving her one rough stroke after another. Gia was moaning so crazy and loud that she was making his knees weak. Jamil swore on everything he loved that Gia was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his life, with pussy to fucking die for.

  The way she held on to him with her legs, pulling him deeper and deeper only to drown him with her sugary sweet walls, had him teetering on the brink of euphoria. Jamil was so focused on the way his dick was turning white with all of the cream she released that he could no longer hold out.

  “Fuck, Gee! Call me Daddy, baby. Say it. Tell me I’m your daddy, bae.” He leaned over and kissed her mouth roughly, sucking and pulling at her tongue until her body tensed. Her back arched and her arms circled his neck. With her eyes closed and her lips to his ear, Gia moaned and her body shook uncontrollably.

  “Daddy,” she moaned incoherently. “I love you. Damn, Daddy, I love you so much.” Her body was shaking so much that Jamil had to practically pry himself from her grasp just so he could look down.

  “Gee, I think you just squirted, baby.”

  “Huh?” She sat up and looked down to where they were connected. “I did?”

  Jamil scooted back some so he could see. Sure enough, light trickles of creamy white fluids had shot from her body against his stomach and down his balls.

  “Hell yeah, you did, bae,” he said in amazement. “That’s some hot shit, chocolate baby.” He pulled out and dropped to his knees quickly. “I got to taste this.” His mouth was on her, immediately sucking at whatever was still leaking out.

  “No! No! No!” Gia pushed at his head. “It’s too much. Please stop.” She was bucking against his face and pushing his head away.

  Jamil laughed at her as he stood and grabbed his dick. He held it at the base and tapped it on her throbbing love before sliding it back in until his climaxed encouraged another one from her. He snatched himself out quickly, allowing just the head to rest at her opening until her body stopped shaking. He held her gaze as he stepped away and leaned down once more. He placed a sloppy kiss right on the opening of her love box before standing back up.

  “Gee, you got the best pussy I ever had.” He winked at her. “Li’l sexy ass.”

  Gia covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her blushing, which she didn’t even have to do because he already knew she was embarrassed.

  “I think your mama heard us.” Gia sat up and tried to cover her body with the blanket from his bed.

  “She’ll be all right.”

  “No, she won’t, Jamil. What we just did was so disrespectful.”

  “Well, it’s done now. Here.” He tossed her a towel from his dresser. “You want to take a quick shower?”

  Gia’s eyes widened as she looked at him like he was crazy. “No. Your mama is going to think I’m a hoe for real then.”

  Jamil sucked his teeth. “Zanetta is the last person that can pass judgment on anybody. So believe me when I tell you she ain’t thinking about us. Do you want to take a shower or not?”

  Gia
looked down at her sticky, sweaty body and nodded. Jamil grabbed his shorts from the floor and pulled them back on. He told Gia to wrap herself in his towel while he went to check on Zanetta. Gia did what he told her and followed him to the bathroom when he got back.

  Once he told her that Zanetta was asleep, she looked a little more comfortable. They showered quickly before going back to Jamil’s room and getting dressed. Gia put his lotion all over her body and slid her dress back on. Jamil, on the other hand, just threw on another pair of shorts and lay back on the bed watching her.

  “Stop watching me like a puppy in heat, Jamil.” Gia snickered at the look on his face when he realized he’d been busted.

  “Man, get your ass out of here, Gia.” He laughed at her. “I wasn’t a puppy in heat when I had your grown ass calling me Daddy.”

  “It wasn’t like you left me much of a choice. You was going to beg until I said it.”

  Jamil smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her down onto the bed with him. “I like for you to know who’s in charge of this li’l body.”

  “I knew that without calling you Daddy.”

  He looked down into her face as she lay in his arms. “How you know?”

  “Because of the way you make me feel here.” She pointed at her chest. “And here.” She pointed at her head. “Oh, and most definitely the way you make me feel here.” She placed her hand between her thighs momentarily.

  Jamil’s smile grew as she stared up at him. “We still living in last night?”

  She shook her head. “No. Let’s just live in the now. I like now better.”

  “You’ll be leaving me soon.” Jamil’s tone dropped a little.

  “That doesn’t mean anything, Jamil. We can still be together.”

  “So we’re together?”

  Gia looked away and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know . . . I mean, I kind of thought we were. If you don’t want to be, then we don’t have to be,” she said in a hurry. “We can just be friends. It’s no pressure.”

  Jamil could tell she was nervous about his response, so he decided to ease her mind some. “Chill, Gee. We can be together, bae. I’d like that.”

  “For real?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I’m not a good person or no shit like what you’re probably used to, but I’ll try for you.”

  Gia was smiling extremely hard at him as she wrapped her arms around his stomach. “I think you’re perfect.”

  Jamil listened to her talk. What she was saying sounded nice, but he knew better. He wasn’t perfect and Gia was too good for him, but being that they didn’t have much time left together, it wouldn’t hurt to live in la-la land for a little while. Maybe they would work, maybe they wouldn’t. Who knew?

  * * *

  Gia stood beside Oni’s car holding on to Jamil’s neck as he groped her ass and whispered all types of thug shit into her ear. Oni could tell just by the way Gia was laughing and the way Jamil’s hands gripped here and squeezed there that they had just got done messing around.

  It was obvious, and to be quite honest, Oni was a little jealous. Jamil looked so into her cousin, and it didn’t even look like Gia was trying that hard to make him like her. It was just so natural between the two of them. For a second Oni wished she’d been the one to get Jamil and Gia had gotten Iverson.

  After thinking about it a little more, she shook her head. She wouldn’t dare wish Gia had gotten Iverson instead. That nigga didn’t deserve her cousin, and Gia most definitely didn’t deserve his black ass. She watched them interact a little more with her heart bursting in awe for Gia.

  She could tell how happy Gia was by the stars in her eyes. It was all over the glow in her skin. The warmth exuded from her due to the love of the right man. Oni sat back watching as she tried to think of a time when she’d felt that way, when any man had ever made her feel that way.

  Isaac. Sadly, he was the only one she could think of who had ever treated her in such a manner that made her feel special. She smiled as she thought of the first time she met him. Oddly enough, it was almost in the exact same spot where Gia had met Jamil.

  “I’m on it now. Just chill.” The voice of the man next to her caught Oni’s attention.

  She was at the detail shop that she frequented and had just taken her seat in the nearby gazebo to wait for her truck. Ever since the tenth grade when she first got her car, she’d been taking it to the same detail shop. Not even her parents understood why she loved it so much—she just did.

  Today, like every other Saturday, she was there waiting for them to clean her baby up. Apparently so were the other three men in the gazebo with her.

  “You know me. I’ma get it done. I just have to do it when the timing is right.”

  Oni looked in the man’s direction again, trying her hardest not to stare at how handsome he was, but it was next to impossible. He was gorgeous and so clean-cut. The way the black hair lying around his head curled up near his temples and down his sideburns made Oni’s eyes wander a little longer than they probably should have.

  He was so handsome, she could feel her inner hoe wanting to leap out and flirt with him, but there was one thing preventing that. Despite the fact that she didn’t know him from a can of paint and he was on the phone, he was old.

  Oni chuckled. He wasn’t super old, like ancient, but he was indeed old enough to be her father. Even with him being as handsome as he was, his age still displayed vibrantly. Not in a bad way but in a noticeable one.

  “You keep looking at me like that and I’ma come over there and give you what you want.”

  After nearly choking on the strawberry milkshake she’d been drinking, Oni turned her attention to the handsome stranger and tried to cover her face with her hands. When she’d masked her bashfulness enough to look him in the eyes, she did.

  “Excuse me?”

  The man set his phone down on his lap and stared directly at Oni. “You heard me.”

  “Yeah.” Oni cleared her throat. “Yeah, I did, but I just needed to make sure you were talking to me, being that the content of your last sentence was a bit too forward for two strangers.”

  He smiled and gave her a light chuckle. “I agree, but I don’t have time to waste.” He nodded toward the dark blue car they’d just pulled around the building. “My car is ready.”

  Oni looked toward the car, then back at him. “You should probably get going, then.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t.” He leaned forward, allowing his eyes to trail up her long, exposed legs. “Give me a reason to stay.”

  Oni held her breath for a moment, trying to figure out how their conversation had escalated that fast. One minute he was on the phone, the next he was practically molesting her with his eyes. After the quick wave of heat spread over her body and disappeared again, she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

  “I don’t have one,” she said.

  “Tell me a little more about yourself. You live in this area?”

  Oni shook her head. “I’m just down here a lot.”

  He nodded in understanding but didn’t say anything. He sat quietly staring at her. The way he looked was a tad bit intimidating, but Oni was a confident woman, so she didn’t back down.

  “I bet you have a lot of li’l boyfriends, don’t you?”

  Oni giggled like the young girl she was. “No. What makes you think that?”

  “You’re too pretty not to.” He sat back in his seat again. “So you don’t hang out at all?”

  “Yeah. I mix and mingle here and there, but nothing too serious.”

  His eyes left her face and returned to her legs again. “That’s a shame. You could have been a real asset.”

  Oni’s eyebrows raised. “Asset?”

  He grinned. “Yes, asset. I like to party and hang out. As pretty as you are, you would have been the perfect person to tag along.”

  That caught Oni’s interest because she too liked to hang out. Especially with men, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Instead, she s
miled and fidgeted in her seat some.

  “Maybe I still can be.”

  He winked at her before standing up to his feet. “Maybe you can. Can I have your number?”

  Oni smiled brightly at him and he returned the gesture. They joked around for a few more moments before exchanging numbers. He promised to give her a call later that night, and he did.

  From that day to this one, Isaac was still the only man who had ever made her feel really loved. The only thing that made it all wrong was the fact that he was too old and they could never be. It just wouldn’t feel right.

  “Say my name, Gee, and I’ll let you go.” Jamil’s deep voice brought Oni out of her trance and focused her attention back onto the seemingly perfect couple.

  “No, Milli.” She sang his name like it was her favorite song.

  Jamil grabbed a handful of Gia’s butt, pulled her body flush against his, and held her there as he said something in her ear. Moments later she squealed and pulled away from him with one of the biggest smiles Oni had ever seen on her face. It was so big and vibrant it had Oni smiling, and she didn’t even know what he’d said.

  “See, Daddy knows what it takes,” he told her and kissed the side of her face.

  Oni had to take a deep breath when she heard him refer to himself as Daddy. That was a major turn-on for her. The fact that he sounded so sexy saying it made her center thump.

  “Yeah.” Gia smiled. “Daddy sure does. Give me a kiss so I can go.”

  Jamil’s bright orange hair fell over Gia’s shoulder as he leaned down to kiss her. His light arms circled Gia’s body as they kissed each other out in the open. The public display of affection was so cute and intense, Oni couldn’t tear her eyes away. She watched them in envy as Jamil held on to Gia like he was afraid to let her leave.

  His grip on Gia’s body was so tight it was almost needy, kind of like the way Isaac held Oni. What made it even better was the fact that his eyes were closed as they kissed. He looked to be enjoying it just as much as she knew Gia was. Hell, had it been her in Gia’s place, she knew she would most definitely have been enjoying it, so Gia had to be on cloud nine.