by Nicety
“Because, you’ve got too much pussy chasing after you nigga. You’re gonna have your hands full and preoccupied. Don’t trip though. What we had was Gucci while it lasted.”
“It really was though. I just wished it didn’t have to end so soon. You know?” I said staring out the window at the tall park lights and the cloud of fog surrounding them.
“Nigga, there you go with that mushy shit again. Stop playing. I told you, I’m not the type of bitch you wanna love, baby,” she laughed thumping my nose gently. “You’ll probably go insane with a bitch like me on your arm.”
“Real talk with that shit.”
“Besides, I saw you begging Bianca back. What you thought I didn’t?” She asked noticing my surprised expression. “You told me to stay in the car like I was really gonna listen to that shit, nigga. Anyway, don’t trip. I know you really love her though.”
“Yeah, I guess,” it was all I could say. “Things are fucked up right now. I don't know whether I'm coming or going. It's just real confusing at this point.”
“Hmm. I’m sure you’ll get it together eventually,” Damita sighed looking out the window. “Anyway, I got out the car cause I was scared shitless. The nigga sent me a text like I’m watching you. That shit is crazy as hell.”
“Oh really?” I asked stroking the hairs on my chin. “Well let’s give that bitch ass nigga something to watch then.”
Leaning over towards her, I pulled her chin towards me loving the way she sucked my bottom lip, as she obliged my kiss. She pulled me in tugging at my shirt like she was yearning for me to be inside of her. I wasn’t able to cum earlier because of all the drama at Sunset’s house. So I was just as eager as she was to get off, finishing the job. The only difference was that I was gonna put my all into this shit since this would be my last time digging in that sweet shit.
My thumb chucked to the backseat letting her know she needed to get her ass back there so we could get it in for real with more room. My eyes were glued to her ass as it crept over the front seat headed towards the back. Once she was back there she started removing every bit of clothing she had while I made my way back there as well. I dropped my pants, using one hand to fiddle with her clean shaved open pussy.
“Naw baby. You know how I like that shit.” I winked tapping her ass lightly as she got up to sit on my dick. “I’m gonna lick the fuck out of that pussy once we finish what we started earlier.”
“You’d better motherucka. You know I need that shit like you need this pussy.”
Without waiting another moment, she sat down on my dick getting to work. She bounced up and down on it as her big ass tits flopped in my face. I struggled to get them motherfucking nipples in my mouth trying not to fuck up her stride. Damita tightened her pussy walls around my dick making sure to smother my shit like she would never let it go.
“Ride this dick baby. Ride it like you ain’t never gonna ride it again,” I encouraged.
I loved the way she listened to me during sex. Shit, I was starting to get mad at the fact that I didn’t meet her first before her cousin. If Damita had been my woman I don’t think I would have had any problems at all. I would probably be somewhere in a corner all sprung and shit, fiending like a fucking crack head waiting for her ass to come home at night. She was right. She would’ve fucked my life up. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to be fucked up. I was all in my feelings watching her work this dick like it was her own personal carnival ride.
“Ooo, shit. You ‘bout to make me cum baby.” I held her hips. “Don’t hop off yet. Don’t hop off yet. I got you.”
The look in her eye let me know that she still wasn’t on that shit. Shawty was really getting under my skin quickly. I had to keep her in Chicago. I couldn’t let this pussy get away from me like that. Damita circled her hips as she went up and down tightening more and more each time. Using my thumb, I broke her ass down fiddling with her clit to make it squirt out all over my dick creating a slicker ride.
“You’d better not cum in me nigga,” she huffed never breaking stride.
“I’m not. I got you,” I lied.
I was about to bust all in her motherfucking pussy. One rule. If a female doesn’t want a nigga to get them pregnant then they need to make sure that nigga wears a motherfucking condom. That shit be feeling so damn good and to ask a nigga to pull out at the last minute with no means of sucking the cum out of him is blasphemy. It’s like licking the pussy and once she is about to explode we stop and look around the room waiting on her to shoot off. Yeah, she’ll still shoot off but the feeling won’t be as intense as if I kept sucking, licking, twerking that pearl tongue while she skeeted off in my mouth.
It was there. My fingers squeezed her hips as I hunched over, my pelvis pumped back into her stride fucking the shit out of her as I skeeted all inside of her. She screamed out loud as fuck grabbing her tits then clenching her stomach. Opening my eyes, I kept pumping then realized she might have caught wind of my little secret. I slowed my pumps then realized there was a slight ringing in my ear.
I refocused my eyes through the darkness, using the dim streetlight to look up at her. Damita sat there holding her stomach, blood spewing from her mouth rapidly. What the fuck? I was in shock like a motherfucka trying to figure out what had happened to her, reaching for her shirt to cover the wound. Her torso slowly turned around looking out of the nearly shattered front windshield.
“It’s…him,” Damita mumbled breathlessly before hunching over into the front seat hitting it hard.
“Oh shit.” I was fucked up, breathing crazy and panicking trying to slide my dick up out of her as she bled into my seat.
My eyes scanned the park but there was no one in sight. From the looks of my windshield Damita had been shot. That’s when I realized that the bullet that had pierced through her body had shot right through to mine. I was hit. I was bleeding but as I searched for the wound, I slowly became nauseous. I had never been shot before let alone been this close to a dead body before. The shit was crazy as fuck. I couldn’t breath trying to figure out where the fuck my phone was so I could call for help before I died too.
I didn’t want to die. I was too young to die. What would my son think of his daddy if all he had were his momma’s words in his ear about me? Would my daughter fall prey to dirty ass niggas like me if I wasn’t there to warn her of the bullshit they tried to pull? It was like it was too late to be thinking of any of that. Now I may never know now. I found my phone right when I slumped over in the seat sluggishly dialing 911.
“911 emergency. How may I help you?”
“Yeah…I’m hit. I’m dying. She dead. We need he…he…” And, then my eyelids grew heavier falling into a deep sleep.
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