Walking up on Mama Godwin, her stance, nor face, didn’t change. I sighed.
“My bad,” I apologized.
She shook her head like she don’t get me.
“Your bad? What the hell that mean? I don’t wanna hear yo bad, I need fa’ you to tell me what the hell you said to my daughter, and what the hell do you want from her? Jealousy is rolling off your ass like a bad smell. Why?” She snapped.
Blowing out a breath as I ran my hand over my face. She’s asking me shit I can’t answer. I ain’t never been in this damn position.
“Stone, talk, son. If you think yah ass got it hard with Preshus, you are really underestimating me,” she added.
“I ain’t really say nothing to her mean ass. I mean, do you know yo daughter shakes her ass fa’ cash? I just told’er she got to give that shit up being wit my ass. I ain’t sharing shit, and I’m not an understanding muthafucka,” I stated, causing her to laugh.
The ticking in my jaw muscle came back wit a vengeance. I ain’t understanding what the fuck is so damn funny bout what the fuck Stallion do fa’ dollars. Seeing her ass dancing fully clothed in front of family members, I know I can’t handle the shit if she’s on stage half ass naked. She’s too fucking much. I mean, her whole body is stacked.
She got up from the table after speaking her peace like always. My eyes zoned in on her ass. I counted each bounce and jiggle. That shit should be illegal. Dancing by herself was something fuckin’ magical. I’ve been to my share of strip clubs. I ain’t never seen no dancer do what the fuck her ass was doing, naked, and looks as seductive as she did fully dressed. My eyes automatically undressed her ass.
Every dude, family or not, was paying attention to her, which caused my blood to boil. Tunnel vision hit my ass when that punk pussy muthafucka jumped behind her ass and started grinding. Shit, I did good just knocking his ass out. I could’ve shot his ass.
“Stone. Stone, Stone, come back, son.”
Mama Godwin’s voice brought me out my head. Blinking, I focused on her face. She’s trying to read me, I hate that.
“I’m going to say something to you, only because that display my daughter put on a few minutes ago showed me she likes something about you.”-I smiled- “Don’t smile, there’s layers to Preshus. Just because you elicit something out of her, doesn’t mean she’ll put up wit your shit. My baby’s been single for about six, seven years now.
You have formed an opinion, a wrong opinion, of Preshus. How about you try talking to her? Ask her questions. Stop assuming shit. You snap off on her one mo’ time, she’s gonna shoot your ass. Now, go rest your nerves, get your mind right, so you can give Preshus the apology she deserves,” she read my ass, staring in my eyes.
Staring down into hers, I’m trying to read what her eyes are telling me, but I can’t. I heard her words, but damn, I ain’t never apologized fa’ shit. She walked off, patting my shoulder. Turning on my heels, I walked back over to the table we were sitting at. I need a fucking blunt.
“Uncle Stone! Uncle Stone!”
I heard being called, turning towards the voice just to see Lil’ D running towards me. Stooping to get almost eye level wit’em. I don’t pick his big ass up.
“Wha’sup?” I questioned.
He folded his arms cross his chest wit a mug on his face.
“Wha’chu did to my shawty? She mad, you hurt her,” he spat, causing me to rear back some.
“Man, Lil’ D, I ain’t do shit. How she yo shawty? Wha’ yo lil ass gon’ do wit all that woman?” I spat, mugging his ass back.
“I’mma do wha’ ah man pose to do. I got money. I can buy her nice things. I know how to write too. Maw-Maw say women like poems. I can treat her right. I won’t hurt her,” he answered, counting each thing off on his fingers.
Standing to my full height, I peered down at his ass. I guess he ain’t appreciate my height. He climbed his lil’ ass on the table.
“Check this, Lil’ D. That ain’t yo shawty, she mine. We’ll get yo lil’ ass one, aiight?” I let his ass know.
“Says who?” He spat.
“Says me, lil’ niggah. What?” I spat, eyeing his ass down.
Lil’ cocky niggah ain’t back down from me. Just what we’ve taught his ass. Ain’t no man greater than you. Don’t show no fear. Stand yo muthafuckin’ ground. Make a muthafucker respect yo ass by any means.
“Aye, aye, aye, what’s going on over here?” Banks called out, making his way to us.
His voice broke our stare off.
“Lil’ nigga tryin’ to come at me over Stallion,” I told’em.
Hearing giggling, I know Neesha followed him over.
“You want her Lil’ D?” Banks questioned, eyeing him.
“Yes, sir. She my shawty. She called me handsome. Unk hurt her,” he answered, mugging me, with his lil’ fists balled up.
“Yo ass know what to do. Kick his ass,” Banks urged.
“Arrgghhhh,” Lil’ D yelled out, jumping on me.
Lil’ strong niggah caused me to stumble backwards. Banks and Neesha hollered, while this cock strong lil nigga hung on my ass.
“Umph, I got ya now, Unk. You going down,” he growled out.
“Man get off me,” I called out, playfully.
“No,” he grunted, still hanging on to me.
“Neesha, can I have some dessert? Dang, Lil’ D, beatin’ Stone up,” Seaqual’s voice called out, laughing.
“Yes, you can. Do you need me to fix it fa’ you?” She questioned.
“No, I got it. Lil’ D, you want some dessert?” Seaqual question.
“Dessert! Let me go, Unk. You play too much! Daddy, get Unk,” he called out, tryin’ to jump off me.
Chuckling at his lil’ ass, I put’em down.
“I thought so,” he spat, mugging’ me.
I stomped at’em making his lil’ ass run.
“Neesha, I’mma go wit’em. You want something?” Banks offered, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
“No, I’m good. Thank you tho,” she answered, sweetly.
He nodded once, before swaggering off. Neesha moved to an empty table. I followed, hoping to get some information outta her.
She sat down kind of slowly.
“You okay? Are you feeling okay? Are you tired?” I questioned, sitting on the opposite side of the table.
“Yes, yes, and yes,” she answered, looking at me.
I can’t read if she’s being a smart ass or serious. I’mma go wit serious, so I don’t snap off on her ass.
“Um, so you, un, digging, nawl, you, um, shit. Whaddup wit yo ass and Banks?” I inquired.
She cut her eyes at me.
“What do you want, Stone?” She quizzed.
Eyeing her as she eyed me back, waiting.
“How the fuck yo ass figure I want something? Damn, I’m just tryin’ to get to know yo ass. Shit, yo ass dealing wit my boy,” I snapped.
Shaking her head, she made a clucking sound with her tongue.
“That right there ain’t gonna get yah ass no where wit Preshus. I understand you the man, and ain’t used to having to answer questions, and be nice. Well, being a respectable man. In yo mind, all women are the same. Yo ass is so used to hoes and tricks, you don’t know how to deal wit a real woman. Change yo fuckin’ mindset. Where the fuck do yo ass get off thinking you know everything?” She went in on me with much attitude.
Something has gots to be changing it my ass. Bout five minutes ago, I would’ve choked the shit outta her ass fa’ talking to me the way she was doing. Shit, maybe it’s just the breed of these women that got me on some other shit.
“So, yo ass telling me I should just accept shit from Stallion? I should just be okay wit her shaking her ass fa’ dollars? I’m posed to respect that shit? Fuck outta here wit that bullshit,” I spat.
She stared at me without blinking. I stared at her back. They getting on my fuckin’ nerves wit this bullshit. Stallion sexy as shit, if she’s so determined and smart. Why the fuck can’t she fin
d her way off the pole?
“Preshus don’t shake her ass fa’ dollars. Stop assuming shit. It never occurred to you that she’s a bartender, manager, cook, or bottle girl. No, it didn’t. You saw her body, saw her outside a gentleman’s club, and jumped to a fuckin’ conclusion. Then, you bring yo ass here, caught the tail end of a convo, and ran wit it.
Read her fucking pages, before making a damn decision. Get yo shit straight. If not, tell Banks and Racks what song you want sung at yo funeral,” she let me know.
I ran through what she said, that’s the second time the shit bout other jobs been brought up. I didn’t think bout that. I won’t admit that shit though.
“Neesha, Auntie made her famous red velvet cake, and her banana pudding. I got a lil’ of both,” Seaqual exclaimed, holding a plate and a bowl.
“Seaqual, you can’t eat all that your sugar,” she fussed.
“I know, Neesha. I just wanted a lil’ taste of both. I’ll take the rest home. I promise,” he compromised.
“Un huh, I’mma help you out to make sure,” she let him know, picking his fork up, eating his piece of cake.
He eyed her like he wanted to fight her ass. He pulled his bowl of banana pudding to him and mumbled something under his breath. Chuckling, I stood, deciding to go into the kitchen. I do owe some apologies, that don’t mean I’m giving them out.
“Thanks, Neesha,” I called out, sarcastically.
“Mmmhmmm,” she hummed out.
Shaking my head, I continued walking. These women are a different breed, I repeated in my head, for the umpteenth time.
“Niggah, where yo ass going?” Banks questioned, as I passed him.
“The kitchen. Yo ass gonna be in a sugar coma, you eat all that shit.”
I relayed, eyeing the plates of cakes, cupcakes, along with the big bowl of banana pudding, his ass is carrying.
“Shidd, fa’ the way this shit taste, I’ll go. Mama Godwin is the shit. Go kiss some ass. Hurry the fuck up wit it. Neesha ass tired, I need to get’er ass back home.”
His answer nudged what I’ve been wanting to know awake.
“Wha’sup wit y’all?”
I had to question that shit. It’s fucking wit me.
He shrugged.
“Honestly, I don’t fuckin’ know. She think I’m on some fuck shit. That I’m perpetrating a fraud wit all the shit I’m doing. She really think I do this shit fa’ any damn body. That’s that bullshit. I’m doing what the fuck I’m doing, cuz shit…... I just fucking am. I ain’t on do bullshit tho. She’s a good person, fa’ real. I ain’t kissin’ no ass tho. We ain’t really talked. Until then, I’mma do me. Shidd, I got some shit set up wit Bethany’s ass. Neesha ain’t wanna deal wit me. I’m cool, if she do, I’m cool,” he explained, not making a bit of damn sense.
I stared at him, not believing none of that shit he just spat. He like it, I love it. He bout to fuck up though, I do know that. Racks spoke on the Bethany chick. She got psycho, stalking, crazy chick, stamped all over her ass.
“You can take them whenever. I’ll get Stallion to run me home,” I let him know.
He hit me with a smirk.
“Do you, playboy. Keep yo phone on. I’ll call yo ass later to make sure yo ass is still alive,” he teased.
“Fuck you,” I hissed, walking off.
Bypassing a group of women, their conversations ceased upon my presence.
“Gossiping, leeches,” I grumbled, not breaking my stride until,
“Preshus uppity ass don’t deserve no man like that. He wasting his time sniffin round her ass. She don’t deal wit his type,” some manly sounding bird, cackled.
“I find it real funny you talk shit bout Preshus when she ain’t round. But ta her face, yo lips be glued ta her ass. You think she gonna hire yo ass or something?” Another one taunted.
“Shut the hell up. I don’t do shit. If her big ass was out here, I’d say it to her fucking face. Ain’t nobody scared of her ass,” the manly sounding bird cackled, causing the others to holler.
“I guess you want matching bullet wounds, huh? One just ain’t enough fa’ yah ass,” the other one laughed out.
“Damn, Stallion do be bustin’ caps,” I grumbled, walking through the sliding doors.
They led directly into the kitchen. The kitchen only had one occupant… Stallion. She was facing the sink, cleaning something. Walking up on her, I pressed my front to her back. She tensed, then released it.
“Why are you on me?” She questioned.
“Cuz, I can be. Yo ass soft as shit,” I ground out.
“What the fuck ever. Back yo ass up off me. I swear, I never met a rude, disrespectful, crazy, conceited muthafucka, like yo ass, ever in my damn life. My fuckin’ stepbrother is upstairs wit a swollen, black eye, along wit a knot on his forehead. What’s yo fuckin’ deal, nigga?” She snapped, trying to push me off her.
My ass was holding on the to sink though. Pushin’ all that ass on me was having a different response. My dick bricking up.
“Stallion,” I started.
“Preshus,” she countered.
“Stallion,” I reiterated.
“Preshus,” she countered, again.
“Stallion,” I spat.
Her mean ass started humming the theme song to The Jefferson’s. Sighing, fuck, man, she taking my ass through this bullshit.
“Aiight, Preshus. What the fuck yo ass think I’m posed to do when I see some unknown muthafucka up on my damn woman? Hitting his ass was good, if yah ask me,” I spat.
With a force I ain’t know her ass possessed, she spun on my ass, forcing me to release the hold I had on the sink.
She propped herself against the sink, eyeing me. Shit, if this what this talking shit’s bout, I ain’t ready fa’ it.
“See, I’m not yo woman. If I wanted to give every nigga out there a lap dance, I fuckin’ can. Yo ass don’t respect me. Somewhere inside yo stubborn ass you’ve made up yo mind on me. Closed minded muthafuckas have no space in my fuckin’ life. What if I assume some shit bout yo ass? I don’t know exactly what it is yo ass does, but I can guess. I also know there’s more to you than meets the eye. See, I’m open-minded and understanding, yo ass knows nothin’ bout that,” she snapped.
Fuck what she spitting, I leaned forward, kissing her on them full lips. She shoved at my chest.
“Get off me, Stone,” she murmured.
Leaning my weight on her.
“Yo ass really want me off you? Tell me,” I taunted, grinding into her, while rubbing my left hand up her thick thigh.
“Umm, got damn it, Stone,” she moaned, leaning into me.
“Shit,” I grunted, before attacking her lips again.
I want her ass something terrible. What the fuck is it bout her ass though?
“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned into the kiss, causing my ass to grunt in response.
I can’t lie, her ass can kiss. Her tongue is dangerous. Gripping her thick thigh, I hiked that bitch up. Feeling her heat, mixed with the smell of her arousal, got me ready to bust her walls down.
“Damn, Stallion, you got that shit. Tell me what the fuck I wanna hear,” I demanded, breaking the kiss, while placing my hand on her mound.
She’s fuckin’ fat and drenched.
“Fuck, Stone, shit,” she gritted out.
“Nawl, that ain’t it,” I taunted, flicking her clit.
Her knee buckled.
“I can’t. Not like, shit, not like this, Stone. Fuck it,” she panted out.
“Yeah, not like that.”
She jumped at the sound of Neesha’s voice. I didn’t move.
“Put my leg down, Stone,” she hissed.
“Yo ass gonna tell me what the fuck I wanna hear befoe’ this night is over. I promise yo ass that,” I growled in the end, before releasing her leg.
Before stepping back, I took the finger I played with her clit with, sticking it in my mouth. Tasting her juices got me ready to really bust her ass down, fa’real. I ain’t never tasted a
female before.
“Taste like fuckin’ honey,” I growled out.
“Yeah, I know. I’m even sweeter on the inside,” she flirted.
Hitting her with a smirk, I stepped back, adjusting my dick. She followed my movements, while straightening her dress.
“Wha’chu need, Neesha?” She called out.
Shit just that fast I had forgotten her cock blocking ass was even in here.
“Ohh, nothin’, just letting you know Banks is about to take us home. I’m tired, and my arm is aching,” she responded.
Pushing me further outta her space, she made her way to Neesha.
“Okay, I’m glad I got to see yo ass. Go rest. My offer still stands to let someone pack y’all up. Fuck them slut ass bitches, they ain’t gonna steal a muthafuckin’ thing. Fuck it, yo ass needs security I’ll get that bitch fa’ yah ass,” she fired off.
Turning at the sound of her voice. There’s some underlining power to her words.
“I may take you up on that. There’s something I need to talk to you bout. Something that was asked of me,” Neesha responded.
Stallion’s stance changed. Her ass ready to go to war for her cousin.
“Tell Banks you ain’t no fucking babysitter. I’ll kill Shenniqua’s dumb ass fa’ coming at you. I put that on everything I love. I still owe her ass a trip to the hospital fa’ that fuck shit she pulled on yo car,” she snapped.
“Damn, Stallion,” I blurted out. To which, she ignored.
“It’s not that, Preshus. Shit, the only child I’m babysitting is Seaqual. Banks ass knows better. Them words ain’t even pass his lips. I’ll tell you bout it when we’re alone,” she snapped.
Damn, her attitude is bout as bad as Stallion’s, I thought.
“Aiight, you got that. I’ll talk to you before I go in tomorrow. Go rest,” Stallion let her know.
“No, yo ass won’t. Yo ass quitting that shit,” I barked.
She sighed heavily.
“Shouldn’t yo ass be getting ready to leave since yo ride is?” She spat.
“Naww, you taking me home,” I answered, easily.
“The hell I am,” she snapped.
Chuckling came from Neesha.
“I’m going back to Augusta. Where the hell do yo ass stay at?” She questioned, looking at my ass.
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