by Lucinda John
“I am being serious. I’m trying to have that pussy all in my mouth, baby.” As I bent over to grab a few things off the bottom shelf, Miami gripped my ass.
“Horny ass.” I chuckled.
“Nah, but for real, I feel like eating two chicken and Philly cheesesteaks with some fries.
“Damn, you want both?” Turning around, I faced Miami, admiring how sexy his ass looked. The extra pounds he put on did his body justice. Lawd, that man was sexy as fuck. Getting lost in his eyes had become one of my favorite past times. Miami was the shit.
“I can’t have both?” He gazed down at me with his panty-dropping look.
“You can have whatever you want, daddy.” Standing on my tippy toes, I reached in for a kiss.
Miami being extra and shit, pushed my back against the cart, deepening our kiss.
“Damn, girl.” Miami pulled back, licking his lips. “Hurry up and do your thing, so we can go.”
“I will if you stop feeling on me.” Turning on my heel, I resumed pushing the cart, picking up Miami’s favorite foods.
After bleeding the food stamp card dry, I waited in the car as Miami handed the fiend back her card along with the drugs he promised her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Miami asked when he jumped in the driver’s seat and pulled off.
“My mama used to do the same shit… sell our food stamps for drugs,” I replied with a somber look on my face.
“You miss your moms?” Slowing down at a red light, Miami turned to face me.
“Nah, I don’t miss her ass at all. Shit, I know what crack house she’s living in. I’m just thinking of all the kids that gotta grow up like I did, with mamas who would rather get high than take care of them. No child should have to live like that,” I stressed.
“I get it, but it’s not our problem, ma. If I didn’t get that card up off her, another dealer would have.” Miami shrugged.
“I guess.” Sucking on my bottom lip, I couldn’t help but think of all the poor choices I was forced to make because of the fucked up predicament I was born in. Thinking of all the other little girls who would be forced to submit their body, soul, and mind to the devil in order to care for themselves because their parents weren’t shit.
When we arrived home, I went to the bedroom to undress while Miami brought the groceries in the house. Pulling my hair in a high bun, I slipped on one of Miami’s t-shirts then proceeded to straighten up around the house. After I gathered all the dirty clothes, I sorted them out before tossing them in baskets.
Mary J Blige’s “Real Love,” blasted from my speaker while I got down on my hands and knees, cleaning the tub until it was clear enough to see my reflection.
“Real love, I'm searchin' for a real love, someone to set my heart free. Real love, I'm searchin' for a real love,” I sang off-key along with Mary as I doused the bathroom with bleach and Pine-Sol, almost suffocating myself.
“Damn, girl, you about to kill yourself in there. That shit strong as fuck,” Miami spoke from the bathroom doorway.
“I need this bathroom to look and smell good.” I coughed through the fumes.
Pushing the bathroom window open, I allowed it to air out for a few minutes before wiping everything down with Lysol Wipes and changing up the bathroom décor. Since I was obsessed with grey, yellow, and white… I decided to switch up the bathroom and our bedroom, using that color scheme.
While Miami sat at our small dining room table, counting our money, I cleaned the kitchen before putting the groceries up. Placing the chicken breast and thinly cut ribeye on the cutting board, I chopped the meat up to my liking then seasoned it to perfection before tossing each in their separate pan. Once the meat was almost cooked, I added the chopped peppers, onions, and mushroom to each pan before toasting the rolls. With the fries cooking in the deep fryer, I assembled the sandwiches, making two of each for Miami and one of each for myself.
“Baby, what you want to drink?” I called out as I dumped the fries out on a paper towel to dry.
“Strawberry Lemonade.”
Being on my fancy shit, I pulled out a glass and filled it with ice before placing a sliced lemon and strawberry on the rim of the glass. Pouring juice into the glass, I made sure the drink and his food looked on point before bringing it to him.
“This shit looks fye.” Miami drooled over the plate.
“I did my thing.” Taking a seat across from Miami, I waited for him to bless our food before we started eating.
“Oh yeah, bae, this shit on point,” Miami mumbled with a mouth filled with food.
“Thank you, daddy.” I beamed.
Sitting at the table, eating and laughing meant the world to me. After all the bullshit I had been through in my short life, it was great to know that Miami was my medium, my peace, my person.
“You got another sandwich?” Miami asked the moment he scarfed down the four sandwiches that sat in front of him.
“You can have mine.” Handing him my chicken sub, I reached for his dirty plate and placed it in the kitchen.
“You sure?” he asked while sinking his teeth into the sub.
“Yeah, I’m full as fuck.” I chuckled, cleaning up the kitchen.
Once the kitchen was smelling fresh with the scent of Pine-Sol, I walked into the bathroom where Miami was taking a shower and slipped his shirt over my head. Pushing the shower curtain back, I joined him. After maneuvering my body around his, I stood in front of Miami, allowing the stream of water to fall all over my body.
Miami wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him until his dick was pressing against my ass. Placing his lips on the nape of my neck, he sucked on my flesh until chills ran up and down my back.
“Mmmm.” A soft moan escaped my lips as he ran his tongue against my earlobe before pulling it in his mouth and sucking on it.
“Daddy, stop teasing me,” I whined.
“You was acting all stingy with the pussy. Now, I’m about to make you wait.” He chuckled.
Kneeling down as if he was getting ready to propose, Miami propped one of my legs over his shoulder before his tongue darted out of his mouth and connected with my warm flesh.
“Ohhhhh shiiiiiiiiit!” Cries spilled from my lips as Miami hungrily sucked on my sensitive flesh as if those five sandwiches he ate didn’t do him justice.
An animalistic grunt sounded from his mouth as he used his tongue to lick between the folds of my pussy lips, teasing me. Thrusting two fingers deep in me, Miami sucked on my clit until my body began to tremble and shake. Using his free hand, he held me in place, forcing me to ride the wild wave of ecstasy that he had me floating on.
“Daddy, I’m about to cum.” I huffed, feeling my knees get weak.
“You already know what the fuck to do!” Miami growled.
Detaching his lips from my clit, Miami stuffed his tongue in my pussy as if it was a miniature dick.
“OH… MY… GOD!” I cried out, feeling Miami’s thumb in my butt. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but Miami was on his freaky shit.
Between his thumb penetrating my ass and his tongue buried within my walls, I felt better than any pill could have ever made me feel. Like a vicious wave crashing against the shore, my orgasm knocked me on my ass, leaving me dizzy and breathless.
“Get up. I ain’t done with your ass yet!” Miami ordered.
“Baby…” I breathed out.
“Nah, don’t baby me! Now be a good bitch and take this dick!” Miami snatched me up by the throat.
Miami’s aggressiveness in the bedroom is what drove me crazy. When his dick was deep in me, I didn’t care if he choked me or called me his bitch. Shit like that turned me the fuck on.
“Yes, daddyyyyyy.”
Flipping me on my back, Miami used one of his hands to choke me while his other hand pushed down on the small of my back until my pussy was propped high in the air.
“Yeah, take this dick!” Miami groaned while he delivered deep strokes.
Tonight, he wasn’t
making love to this pussy; he was beating that shit the fuck up. With each stroke, I could feel my juices leak out of my center as my pussy vibrated from the impact of him thrusting his pelvis into mine.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Miami smacked my ass between strokes. The stinging that each smack left behind felt so good. In one swift motion, his thumb was back in my ass, sending me over the edge. Between Miami’s big dick penetrating my flesh and his thumb in my butt, I could feel myself going crazy. A few strokes later, my body began to violently shake until I fell flat on the shower floor.
“How you want to catch this nut?” Miami groaned as he began to slow down his strokes.
“On my face,” I aspirated.
“You want a facial?”
“Yessss.”
“Yes, what?” Miami gripped me by the hair, attacking my neck.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Say less.” Miami rocked in and out of me for a few minutes before he tapped my ass for me to get up.
Getting on my knees, I waited as Miami covered my face with his warm nut. Licking off what I could reach with my tongue, I pulled his dick into my mouth and proceeded to snatch Miami’s soul. He had me fucked up if he thought he was going to have me tap out first.
“Baby?” I cooed, prompting Miami to stop the ass rub he was giving me using my bottle of cocoa butter.
After going round for round in the shower, bathroom floor, then in the bedroom, we were both exhausted and ready to knock out, but first, Miami wanted to rub my body down from head to toe; he was attentive like that. Miami took into consideration how I worked hard at work, then found a balance for him to come home to a clean house and a cooked meal. I had no problems submitting to my man and his needs since he showed no problems with submitting to me and mine.
“Wassup, shorty?”
“You ever miss Ms. Kim and your foster brothers?” I asked on a whim. I wasn’t sure why I brought up the subject. It just slipped out.
Sucking in a deep breath, Miami continued to run his strong hands all over my booty cheeks, forcing a soft moan to slip out of my mouth.
“I mean, ain’t shit to think about. Shit happens,” he nonchalantly answered.
Miami still hated getting deep. His answer to dealing with his problem was to shrug it off and brush that shit under the rug.
A few months after Kelly got arrested for molesting Aaron, she ended up being placed in a cell with his biological mother, who was already doing time for murder. A few weeks later, Ms. Kim got a call that her baby sister was no longer walking the earth. The moment Ms. Kim lost guardianship over Miami and his foster brothers, she packed up and moved. Miami’s foster brothers were placed with another family while, thankfully, Miami was placed in a group home for boys not too far from my house. After that traumatizing day, Miami never talked about Ms. Kim, Kelly, or what went down with Aaron. I would try to pick his brain about it, hoping he would open up, but his answers were always vague.
“Alright, baby.” Burying my head in the pillow, I decided not to push the issue.
Pushing too far would awaken the beast in Miami, some shit I did not want to do.
Lying down beside me, Miami pulled my body on top of his, cuffing my ass with his hands. Inhaling the scent of his Dove for Men body wash, I made myself comfortable on his chest before drifting off to sleep.
If you like it in the morning
I could freak it like you want it
If you like it real kinky
I could freak it like you need me
I t was a crisp evening in the hood as Lathun’s “Freak It” blasted through the speakers at the block party that I was kicking it at. A mixture of Patron and pineapple juice was in my red cup as I slowly sipped. Deja was at the BBQ stand flirting with a nigga who was crouched on his knees, engaged in a dice game, while Nookie flirted with some nigga who decided to talk his shit to her since I respectfully declined his advances.
Every so often, I would look up, waiting for Miami to pull up. The new connect he was now dealing with had business booming on his end. It was good that he was out here making big boy bucks but fucked up that I didn’t get to see him as much.
“Hennessy, wassup girl! I ain’t see you since high school. How you been?” Jordan, a dude I used to kick it with in high school, greeted me.
“Damn, Jordan, what’s good, nigga?! Where you been?” I excitedly answered, pulling him in for a hug.
“I’ve been cooling it, playing college ball and shit. You know I’m about to enter the draft and shit.” He widely smiled.
“That’s what’s up, kid! We all knew you had the skills to go pro.” I nodded in approval.
In high school, Jordan was the talk of the basketball team. That nigga’s balling skills were so legit; he was playing on the varsity team his sophomore year.
“Damn, Hen. No lie, you looking good as fuck.” Jordan licked his lips, sizing me up from head to toe.
“I know, nigga.” I giggled.
Dressed in a pair of booty shorts, a cropped Miami Dolphins jersey, with a fresh pair of Air Force Ones on my feet, I was killing the scene. Especially since I was flaunting around with my long, teal blue weave that I flat ironed bone straight, a perfect set of mink lashes attached to my natural lashes, with a light beat.
“Damn you thick as fuck, too!” He drooled over my frame.
“My nigga loves this shit, too.” I winked.
Jordan was cute and all, but not cute enough for me to cheat with. I was devoted to my nigga.
“No pressure, ma. I just wanted to compliment you, that’s all.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Taking a sip of my drink, I peeped the scene, searching for my man.
“Aye, what happened to them broads you used to hang with? Wilma, Pooh, and Jessie?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t fuck with them hoes no more.” I waved him off.
Last I heard, Jessie was in jail for fraud. Pooh was pregnant with her second baby by some no-good ass corner boy, and Wilma was around here trying to get a boss to wife her. Those hoes were an entire mess. I was glad they showed me their true colors before I got caught up with their asses.
“That’s tough. It was good kicking it with you, though, real shit. Stay up, ma,” Jordan spoke before walking off to join his group of friends.
The block party ended up turning into a high school reunion as a few dudes I knew from school walked up to me, showing me love. A few of them got a little too friendly with their hugs, but that was to be expected. Back then, I was Hennessy, the mixed girl with long hair and pretty face. Now, I was Hennessy with all that and then some.
“Hug another nigga, and Imma air this bitch out.” Miami walked up behind me and gripped me around the waist. “I mean that shit, too.” He was serious as he placed my hand on his gun that was hoisted at his side.
“Bae, it ain’t even that deep. These niggas don’t got shit I want.” Turning to face my baby, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Let you tell it.” He looked down at me, grinding his teeth, causing the muscles in his jawbone to flex.
“Stop playing with me like you don’t know you the only nigga I got eyes for.” Smacking my lips, I playfully smacked him against his chest.
“I got something for you.” Looping his fingers through my belt loop, he pulled me closer to him. “Little ass shorts you got on.”
“They not that short,” I replied, tugging them down a bit.
“Man…” He drawled, running his hands over his waves. “Come on.”
Following Miami to our unknown destination, my stomach began to flutter with butterflies as I waited for the surprise he had for me.
“Why we over here?” Looking around at the apartment complex parking lot that was a block away from the party, I was confused.
“I don’t need all them motherfuckers in my business, but here.” Miami handed me a set of keys.
“What are these for?” Confused, I looked from the keys to Miami while impatiently waiting for an
explanation.
“That’s all you, shorty.” Miami pointed to the champagne colored Infiniti coupe.
“Are you fucking serious right now?!” I squealed.
“If I’m lying, then I’m flying, but shorty, my feet still planted on the floor.” He grinned.
“Oh, my God.” I jumped up and down before running over to my car.
Popping the locks, I sank my body into the interior, enjoying the way the leather felt against my skin. Starting up my new car, the sound of the engine revving had me feeling like I was that bitch.
“Damn, Daddy, you got me right.” Reaching over, I kissed Miami on the lips before going back to admiring my new car.
“Anything for you, shorty.” Reclining the seat, Miami relaxed with his eyes closed.
Exploring the car, I came across a wad of money stuffed into one of the cup holders.
“Daddy, who money is this?” I questioned.
“Yours,” Miami responded with his eyes still closed.
“Oh, you trying to get your dick sucked.” Licking my lips, I leaned over, cheesing in my man’s face.
“Do you, shorty.” Adjusting himself so that there was enough room for me to suck his dick comfortably, Miami pulled his dick out of his pants and looked over at me with a lazy grin filled with lust.
“Daddy, do you approve of this dress?”
Walking over to Miami dressed in a nude bodycon dress that stopped a little above my knee with a pair of nude pumps on my feet, I did a little spin, allowing the loose curls in my weave to bounce.
“You look good, shorty.” He exhaled, followed by a cloud of smoke.
“Come out with me,” I begged, praying that he would change his mind. Miami refused to go out to a club unless he was working.
“Nah, I’m good. Enjoy your night with your girls. Yo, don’t fuck with me, Henny. I know that hoe shit Deja be on. I’m not South, I’ll fuck you up,” Miami warned.
“Damn, I like when you talk yo’ shit to me,” Placing my lips on Miami, I covered his face with my lipstick.
“Chill, shorty.” Smacking me on the ass, he playfully pushed me away.