“Okay, thank you so much. I swear I will pay you back when I get my school money.”
“Man, shawty, chill out with all that. Yo, get dressed. I’m gonna scoop you up.”
“All right,” I happily said. I really wasn’t in the mood to cater to this little-dick nigga but, then again, I needed some more of that fire head. I guessed I’d just have to fake it once again. Shit, if this nigga was going to fix my car, I could damn sure fake a couple orgasms.
I jumped up off the bed and walked into my closet. I wanted to wear something sexy and probably no panties. Tonight I planned on putting this sweet-ass pussy on this nigga. He ain’t going to have no choice but to run that motherfucking money.
I knew it was risky bringing this nigga around the way, but I didn’t give a fuck right now. I needed the money to get my car fixed and I didn’t see none of these niggas stepping up to get it done.
I texted him my address and waited. He was standing outside when I walked out. His biceps and triceps stuck out underneath his wife beater. I had to get my mind right, ’cause this nigga was looking kind of good. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he had that good dick with the way he was standing like a real boss.
“Damn, shawty, you make a nigga want to eat you out right now on the top of this car,” he joked.
I smiled as I got into his car and he pulled off. I saw a bunch of niggas as we drove down the street. Their asses were staring hard as hell, but his windows were tinted dark so it was impossible to see inside.
I didn’t bother to ask where we were going; instead I laid my head back and just listened to Jeezy’s latest CD blasting through the speakers. I noticed that he pulled up to the Lexus dealership on Midlothian Turnpike. I had no idea why we were here, and I wasn’t concerned. We didn’t say much as we walked into the dealership.
“Yo, pick out whatever car you want,” he said.
“Huh? Are you talking to me?”
“Come on, shawty, relax. Yeah, I’m talking to you.”
He didn’t have to say another word! This nigga was definitely winning me over, little dick and all.
I was looking at a few 2016 Lexus on the showroom floor. My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw my dream Lexus. “This is the one.” I ran my fingers across the hood to make sure I could feel the fiberglass, and to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“You sure this the one?” Amir asked.
“Damn right I’m sure, nigga. A bitch knows what she wants,” I started to say, but instead I replied, “Yes, daddy, this is the one I want,” in my seductive, “go get ’im” tone.
“Okay, let’s go find my homie Big Dave,” Amir said as we walked to the front reception desk.
“Excuse me, miss, I’m looking for a Mr. David Lomax. He’s expecting me.”
The receptionist looked at her computer screen, pushing a few buttons. “Okay, you must be Mr. Amir. David left a message for you to remain in his office until he gets back,” she said, pointing to an office across the hall.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Amir said, guiding me by my hands to Dave’s office.
I was excited as hell knowing I didn’t have to spend any money. I held on to Amir’s hand tight as hell. Right about now I didn’t want to let his ass go.
“Shawty, you know I’m diggin’ you, right?”
This was kind of hard for me to fake because I wasn’t feeling the same way. I mean, he was cool and everything, but he bragged too much and that little dick problem was a big issue for me. “I’m feeling you too, bae,” I replied, because it was only right. Y’all bitches don’t judge me. Some of y’all will marry a motherfucker if he buys y’all some bootleg Jordans and Michael Kors purses, so don’t judge me because I was about to get a brand new Lexus.
Amir got on one knee. Oh, my God, this shit can’t be happening. Damn, this nigga is about to propose to me at a fucking dealership.
“Just relax and close your eyes, babe,” he said and I did as I was told.
What the fuck? I opened my eyes when I felt Amir’s hands sliding up my thighs and his hands tugging on my panties.
“Just relax, babe,” he said again.
“Amir, how dare you try to fuck me in a fucking office? I thought your ass was going to propose to me,” I said.
“Babe, I’m proposing to the pussy.” He ripped off my panties. “Will you marry me?” he said to my pussy, digging his face between my legs.
The shit went from bitter to sweet. It really freaked me out and turned me on at the same damn time. I mushed his head away.
“What, babe, you don’t want me?”
“If we’re going to do it, let’s do it the right way.” I stood up and walked to Dave’s desk. I sat on the desk and lifted my dress. “Now you may kiss the bride.” I spread my legs, showing off my neatly trimmed pink pussy.
Amir tongue kissed my pussy and it sent chills through my body. “Fuckkkk,” I whispered as I dug my nails into his back. He had my ass on cloud nine. I leaned my head back and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while his tongue made sweet love to my pussy.
“Hold on, babe. I’m about to take you on a flight you’ll never forget,” Amir said, flipping my legs over his shoulders. I felt my body levitating up in the air.
“Shit, don’t drop me.” I hugged his head tight, praying he didn’t drop my ass. Amir tried to talk, but my pussy had his mouth muffled.
My back was against the wall. My legs were wrapped around his neck and my legs hung over his shoulders. One of my hands was braced on top of his head and my other hand was braced on the ceiling. I had great balance while Amir had a mouthful of pussy.
“Yessss.” I moved my hips to the rhythm of the music his tongue was playing. “Yessss, Amir. Oh, Lord, yes.” My breathing got heavier and it was not easy trying to hold my moans. “Oh, God.” I felt my body temperature rise as my blood flowed through my body. “Aweeee,” I groaned.
A loud knock came from the door. “Fuck,” I yelled, but Amir didn’t miss a beat and neither did I. My juices flowed through my body and I exploded in his mouth and all over his face. When he came up for air, his mouth reminded me of that “Got Milk” commercial.
It took us a few minutes to get ourselves together and open the door. Dave was standing there just staring at us. We both busted out laughing, even I was feeling like a little kid who got busted for doing some sneaky shit.
“Amir, my man, good to see you.” They exchanged daps and a quick hug. “Hello, miss,” he turned to me and said.
I smiled at him. I was too embarrassed to really say anything.
“Okay, my man, what can I do for you today?”
Before he could answer, they both walked off in the direction of the showroom. They both came back after a few minutes. “Come on, beautiful. Mr. Amir told me you saw a car that you want.”
“Yes, I did.” We all walked over to the car that had grabbed my attention when we first walked in. “This the one I want.” I pointed to the 2015 Lexus GS.
“The lady got good taste. All right, let me get the keys so you can test drive it, and if she likes it then it’s all yours.”
“Thank you. Oh, my God, thank you. How am I gonna repay you?” I hugged Amir.
“Well, no thanks needed, but if you insist, we can definitely work something out.” He looked at me seductively.
“I got you, daddy.” I put my charm on him.
I got the keys and jumped in my new ride. Man, this was the best feeling ever. I’d never driven a brand new car, much less a brand new Lexus. I laid my seat back, checked my mirrors, and pulled off. Damn, this was definitely what’s up. I’d always considered myself a boss bitch, so this ride definitely complemented my swag.
After hitting the highway, I turned back around. The ride drove smooth as hell and I was ready to take it home with me. “I see you loving it.”
“Hell yeah! Love is an understatement for real.” I pulled into the car lot and we got out. Dave walked back over to us.
“So is it a go?”
“Yes, it definitely is a go,” I answered.
An hour and a half later, we walked out of the dealership door and I got into my brand new car. I pulled off and Amir pulled off behind me. I knew he was paid, but I didn’t know this nigga was balling like that. I know Dave was on his payroll, because this nigga didn’t have no legit job but he walked up in a Lexus dealer and walked out with a brand new car. None of this was my concern; I was just happy that this nigga was pussy whupped to the point where he would buy me a car after only getting the pussy twice.
My phone started to ring. I looked at it. It was Amir. “Hey, babe,”
“Pull over at the QuikTrip.”
“Okay, got you.” I noticed the QuikTrip was coming up on my right, so I turned on my blinker and got into the right lane. I parked and waited for him to pull in. He got out of his car and I got out of my car.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I got some business to handle, but I’ll hit you up later so we can chill.”
“Okay, cool.” I kissed him on his lips while he squeezed my ass.
I got back into my car and pulled off. I couldn’t wait to get some music in here so I could come through the hood, blasting it.
I dialed Sheika’s number to see where the fuck she was at. “Hey, boo.”
“Bitch, where you at?”
“Around the way. About to walk to the store. Why, what’s up?”
“Stay right there. I’ll be pulling up in a few seconds.” I hung up before she could say anything else. I know her overdramatic ass was going to be too excited.
I pulled up right beside her. She stared at the car like she didn’t recognize the person who was driving. I honked the horn to grab her attention. “Bitch, it’s me. Come on,” I yelled after I let the window down.
She bent down to look in; then she busted out laughing. “Bitch, how was I supposed to know it’s you? And whose shit is this?” She shot me a suspicious look.
“This my shit, boo.”
“Bitch, quit playing. This must belong to the nigga you fucking.”
“Girl, I just told your ass this is mine. See? Look for yourself.” I handed her the paperwork with my name on it.
Her inquisitive ass carefully examined the document that I pushed into her hand. “Bitch, no way you can afford a brand new 2016 Lexus. So, spill it, you been fucking and sucking to get this?”
“I told you I was fucking with somebody. I told him what happened with my car and he took me to the dealership and bought this.”
“That’s fucking crazy. Why can’t I find a bitch to spend money on me like this?”
“Or a nigga! Bitch, you need to quit fronting like you don’t fuck with niggas. A little dick now and then ain’t gon’ hurt that pussy. Shit, the nigga might love it enough that he might even buy you a house.”
“I ain’t trippin’. My day gon’ come soon.”
“Anyways, I can’t wait for these bitches around the way to see my new ride. They ass gonna be jealous as shit.”
“You already know that. Maybe you should’ve gotten something a little less flashy, because you know the niggas going to wonder where you got it from.”
“I told you a few days ago I’m not worried about no niggas around here. I grew up with these niggas and there are a few of them I rock with, but fuck the rest of these niggas. When it all comes down to it, they ass don’t really fuck with us for real. Stop pretending like you don’t know that.”
She didn’t respond. I had no idea why she always went hard for these niggas, and if the bitch was hungry why she couldn’t call them niggas. The older we got, I started seeing another side of Sheika that I didn’t fucking like. I tried to block out all negative thoughts about my bitch, because she was really pissing me off.
We drove around for a little while; then we grabbed something to eat. My phone started ringing, so I picked it up.
“Ay, babe, it’s me. About to head to the crib. You coming through?”
I was about to say no, but the nigga just bought me a car, so I know it wouldn’t look good if I turned him down. “Yeah. About to drop my homegirl off and grab a quick shower, and I’ll be on my way.”
“A’ight, cool. Hit me up when you on the way.”
When we hung up, Sheika said, “Hmmm, that must be the nigga with the money.”
“Yup, that’s bae. I got to go put this pussy on him, show him my appreciation.” I busted out laughing.
“Hmmm, just make sure you the only one he fucking. You know how these niggas are, running up in everything with a pussy or, shit, with a ass.”
I ignored her comments. I stopped by her building and she got out. “All right, have fun.”
I drove off without responding. I parked at my building, got out, and cut my alarm on. I was ready to move out of the projects. I didn’t want what happened to my other car to happen to this one.
I took a shower and got dressed. I was on my way to my car when Big Tony stepped out of the cut. “Ay, Nay, what’s good witcha?”
“Hey, Big Tony, what’s going on?”
“Shit, what’s going on wit’ you? Lately you seem to not fuck with a nigga. We still cool, right?” he said in a not-so-friendly tone.
I looked at him, trying to analyze the situation. “Why would you say that? I’ve been busy with school, that’s all,” I lied.
“Uh-huh. What I hear about you talking to the police and shit ’bout yo’ ride? Damn, shawty, you fuck with them niggas now?”
He caught me off guard with that statement. I didn’t show that to him, though. “I don’t know where you getting your story from, but whatever bitch carrying my name to you, she need to swallow a big dick and die. Why y’all worried about me running to the police? Y’all need to worry ’bout fixing my shit.”
I didn’t stand around. I walked off on his ass. I was irritated to the core that this nigga would step to me like this. I ain’t no punk bitch and this nigga know it. Matter of fact, I had my licensed .350 in my apartment. I promise, I had no problem using it on one of these niggas. I was sick of them and their behavior. Yes, we all grew up together and we were supposed to be cool, but this shit was getting out of hand. People were losing their lives, and these niggas didn’t give a fuck for real.
I got into my car and pulled off. I watched in my rearview mirror as the niggas gathered around, probably talking shit about me; but I didn’t give a damn about them or what they were saying.
I called Amir’s number when I pulled up at his gate. He immediately let me in. I was still irritated, but I hid it well. I planned on having a good evening to show this nigga how grateful I really was. I walked into his house, and he was standing there in a pair of silk shorts, revealing his bare chest. His muscular, well-cut chest was screaming out to me. My pussy was definitely paying attention, but that little thought kept creeping up on me: little dick.
“You a’ight, shawty? You went from smiling to sad in one second.”
I straightened my face and went back to smiling. “Yeah, I’m good, boo.”
“Well, I figured you might be hungry, so I picked up some Red Lobster. No worries; I picked up every dish just in case there’s something you don’t like.”
I followed him into the dining room and, I swear, this nigga was right. There was lobster, fish, hot wings, steak, and chicken on the table. I was in food heaven, like literally. I packed my plate with everything that was on that table. I sat there eating like I was starving for years. This nigga really knew how to treat a woman like a lady. I was seriously considering fucking with this nigga on a long-term basis. After all, dick wasn’t everything. I would have to just make sure this nigga ate the pussy on the regular. Maybe I could buy a few toys to please myself on the regular.
After dinner, we started drinking. I wasn’t no big drinker, but the Cîroc was good, especially on a full stomach. He was fucked up, ’cause he just kept drinking glass after glass.
He rubbed his hand across my breast. “So, you like yo’ new car?”
“Like? Nigga, what? I love that shit. I really do appreciate you.”
“A beautiful lady like you deserve a new ride. I was pissed off by what you told me them niggas did to yo’ ride.”
“Yeah, I’m still pissed off too.” I decided to let that conversation go, because Creighton and Whitcomb niggas were rivals and I didn’t want to get caught up in their beef, especially now that I was fucking this nigga.
As if this nigga wasn’t full off the food we ate, he lifted me up in the air, pinning me on the wall. He dug his head deep inside of my love cave. He gripped on to my clit like a savage beast, sucking the life out of me. My body cringed as I tried to savor the moment. This nigga was a professional at eating pussy and tonight he was not holding back. My knees buckled as I tried to catch my breath. My moans continued to grow loud and intense. I held on to his head as he worked his head to the rhythm of my soaking wet pussy. I wanted the dick bad, and I mean really bad. I was at the point of no return. My veins in my head got larger as I tensed up my body. Orgasm after orgasm took control of me. I shivered inside and then my waterfall exploded. “Ohhhhh,” I cried out as I gripped him for support.
He didn’t move a muscle; he licked and slurped up every drop of my sweet juice. All that was good, but I wanted the dick. “Please fuck me,” I pleaded as he eased me down from the wall.
“I got you, babe,” he said with confidence.
The petty side of me wanted to say, “Yeah, right,” but I didn’t. I was fiening for some dick and his would have to do right now.
He turned me over and eased his dick inside. I placed my legs on his shoulders so he could go in as far as he could. He worked the pussy as I placed my hands on his ass and pulled him in to me. “Damn, shawty, this pussy is so fucking good.”
I threw it up on him, as he plunged deeper in. “Aarghhh, I’m about to cum,” he yelled as he pulled out.
He held me close, and we lay there for a good five minutes. This time was so much better than the last time.
“Ay, babe, I don’t know what your intentions are wit’ a nigga, but I’m trying to make you my woman, you dig?”
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