Taking her heart for granted
is what they did and soon they will regret it..
Don't be afraid to take sit back and take this journey with Zuri, As she battles her demons...
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Chapter 1
August 1, 2004
Zuri
Eyes glazed over, sweat gleaming off her small breasts, and she is standing in the middle of the basement. She can barely see anything because there is hardly any light. She hears whimpering, so she looked over to her left and noticed that there is a body hanging. She saw that the body is barely hanging on a hook that is attached to a chain. She examines the body and sees that there are pieces of flesh missing from their thigh, stomach, and chest. She takes a step forward but stops. She looks down and sees that she is holding a bloody knife. “How… What…. Did I do?” she mumbles to herself.
She has no idea how she got to the basement or even how she got all that blood all over her. She looks over at the victim and sees fear in his eyes. She walks towards him, and he starts to shake in fear, tears start to stream down his face.
“Pp-please….Pp-please… no more.” the man says in a shaky tone.
“I… I’ll do whatever you want. Just no more.”
“What.. I… I did this to you?” She asks in a concerning tone.
The man looks up at her confused. He didn’t know if she was serious or joking.
She tries to help the man down until the basement door opens. She sees the black shadow coming towards her. She gets nervous, her palms start to sweat, and she can feel her hairs standing up on the back of her neck. She stopped moving and told the man to shut up with his whimpering.
The footsteps get closer and closer, and she stumbles around looking for the knife that she had in her hand. She doesn’t remember dropping it.
“Zuri, sunshine what are you doing?”
She looks up, and it's her dad standing there with bloody overalls and gloves on.
“Daddy… is that you?” She asked in a confused tone.
“Yes, it’s me, baby girl.” He replies back. “What’s wrong sunshine? You were having another one of your episodes.”
“Yeah…I guess I am,” she says.
She lets the man lose and walks over to her father. His arms were out ready to embrace her with a gentle hug.
“It’s going to be okay sweetie. We need to finish up what we started so we can get ready for this party you’re going to today. We still have some cooking to do.” He said looking down at her while he stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead.
“Okay.” she said in a child-like tone.
They both looked over at the man that was still hanging on the hook; a smile crept up on Zuri’s face. Not a gentle smile, not a smile that would lighten up a room. A smile that will make the strongest, toughest man shiver. She steps back out of her dad's embrace and walks over to the whimpering man. She walks up to the man and caresses his face.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise. The pain will be over soon.” She says as she runs her fingers down his face, down to the open wound on his chest.
The man starts to jerk back and forth, but the hook that was buried in his back starts to cause him much pain. All he could do was scream and cry,
“Hhheellp!!!! OOH GOD!! PLEASE, SOMEONE, HELP ME! Pp…please someone.” He cried out.
“Nobody can hear you. These walls are soundproof. Daddy made sure that your screams would go unheard.” She said with a giggle.
She walked over to the table that was filled with sharp objects. Looking at all the shiny surgical tools, she picked the sharpest one. Grabbing the tool, she walks over to the man and starts cutting his flesh. The big pieces of meat that she cut from his body, she threw in a bucket. Her father stood there proud that he finally passed down his handy traits. “I have taught her well,” he thought to himself.
He walks over and picks up the bucket that was now filled with fresh meat.
“I better go and get this cleaned and cooked.” He said to no one.
“You better go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up for your party today.” He said. “Doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.”
“Okay, daddy,” Zuri said with a smile on her face.
She puts the knife down and walks over to the sink that’s in the basement to wash the blood off her hands. Once she is finished, she goes up the basement stairs. Exiting the basement, she locks the door behind her. Heading towards the kitchen.
“Mmmmm, that smells good daddy.” She said lifting the top of the pot to stir whatever is in the pot.
“Yes, it does smell appetizing doesn’t it?” he says with a smile.
“Everybody is going to love what I’m bringing to the party.” She said with a giggle, feeling excited knowing that she’s going to bring her favorite dish to her classmate’s potluck.
“Yes… yes,” he says. “Now go up and get dressed before we’re late.”
“Okay daddy,” she says as she’s leaving the kitchen, making her way to the bathroom to take off her bloody clothes.
She puts her clothes in a garbage bag to be burned later. Once she puts her clothes in the bag, she gets in the shower to take her a nice hot shower.
After ten minutes of taking her shower, she dries off and finds something to wear to the potluck. She finds a pair of Levi jeans and a pink floral tank top to put on. She slips on her pink wedges that go with her tank top that her father bought her a few weeks back. Once she finally finishes getting dressed and fixing her hair, she heads down the stairs.
“I’m ready daddy.” She says as she walks towards the kitchen. Seeing that her father wasn’t in the kitchen, she turns around and heads back up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Daddy!” She yells out.
“I’m in here sunshine.” he responds.
“I’m ready.”
“Okay.” He replied back.
“You look so beautiful. Look just like your mother,” he said to her. “We better get going, it’s almost five.”
“Okay. I will start packing everything up in the car,” she said.
Zuri and her father got everything together for the potluck that they were going to. They loaded up the car and headed out.
Once they made it to their destination, the house was already packed with people. They get out the car and start unloading their dishes. Zuri’s friend Becky meets them at the curb.
“Hey Zuri, I’m glad you can make it,” Becky said taking the pot of food out of Zuri’s hands.
“Thanks; I’m glad to see that we’re not late,” Zuri said with a smile.
Zuri and her father grabbed the rest of the pots to take inside the house. Entering the house, they made their way to the kitchen to place what they had brought on the stove.
Becky’s mother Melissa enters the kitchen to greet Zuri and her father. She has always had a crush on Zuri’s father but didn’t know how to approach him about it. Zuri knew about the crush and hated it. She hated Ms. Owens. She felt like she was no good for her father. She hated the way she talked, ate, walked, and especially hated her flirting with her daddy.
“Hello, Mr. Shepard,” Melissa said with a little flirtatious grin on her face.
Melissa was a beautiful woman. She stood 5’7, nice beautiful smooth dark skin, shoulder length black hair, and big brown eyes. She had some beautiful breast he would daydream about and how they would taste in his mouth when he was left alone with a bottle of lotion and his thoughts. Every man that she walked past wanted her.
Kent thought Melissa was a beautiful woman, but he also knew that nothing could come between them. He couldn’t allow himself to love again after the death of his wife. Moreover, his daughter was at the point where she was starting to be hard to control when it came to killing. Zuri loved killing more than he did. In a way, he liked that, and he was a little afraid of what he was creating in his baby girl.
Melissa walked towards Kent and gave him a hug. A little too long of a hug in Zuri’s eyes.
“Becky dear, why don’t you introduce Zuri to some of your cousins and show her around, Melissa said without taking her eyes off Kent.
“Okay, mom,” Becky said taking Zuri’s hands, leading her to the living room where everybody was. As Zuri was walking out of the kitchen, she made eye contact with Melissa. The look in Zuri’s eyes was cold, so cold it made Melissa shiver.
“You have an unusual child,” Melissa said as she walked towards Kent. “So, how you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good. Very busy with work and raising Zuri. You know how that is being a single mother and all.”
“Ohh yes, I completely understand what you’re saying.” She replied
“We should hang out sometime,” Melissa said as she moved in a little closer to Kent.
“I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to hang out.” He replied as he was putting the food he brought on the stove.
“I’m sure you can make time.” she replied as she walked up on him.
He could feel her soft breasts on his back. She slowly moved her hands up his back and started to massage his shoulders as he was stirring the food in the pot. He just stood there for a minute enjoying the feel of a woman’s hands on him. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife died seven years ago. The last woman he tried to be intimate with, he ended up killing. He turned around to face her. He moved in closer to her lips and bit the bottom of it, then parts her lips with his tongue. She accepts his tongue and starts sucking on it. She kisses him back, enjoying the minty taste from the gum he was chewing before he got there. He grabs a hold onto her and pulls her closer into him. He pushes her back to the countertop that is behind them. He lifts her up and sits her down on the counter top, still kissing. She unbuckles his pants and runs her hands down his pants feeling his dick. She starts to massage his dick; rubbing the head, running her thumbs across the tip. She breaks away from his embrace, slides off the counter top and lowers herself down on her knees. She takes his entire ten-inch dick out of his pants and starts sucking.
He leans his head back and closes his eyes, feeling her warm mouth on his dick. Sucking his head, he was in heaven. He grabbed a handful of her hair and made her take his entire ten-inch dick into her mouth. She started to gag, but he ignored her gagging sounds. His whole body began to tense up as he could feel his nut rising. His grip on her hair became tighter. So tight that it felt like he was pulling out some of her hair. He fucks her face faster and harder. Between the gagging sounds she was making and the spit sounds, it turned him on. He looks down at her as he was fucking her mouth. His moans grew louder as he watched her and the look in her eyes that said to him she had enough turned him on even more. His nut rose from the base of his dick, and he let it go in her mouth. She tapped his thigh for him to let her go, but he didn’t. His nut began to drip down her chin. As she was made to swallow all of it. After he was finished nutting, he let her up but to only turn her around and bend her over on the counter top. His dick was still rock hard. He pulled her thong to the side and entered her pussy.
“Wait... Wait...” she said, but her words were knocking on deaf ears.
He entered her tight, wet pussy; gripping her thick waist, his ten-inch dick starts violating her cream filled pussy. A moan escapes her lips, the mixture of pleasure and pain felt so good. She wanted him to stop, but it felt so good that she wanted him to keep going. She was confused by the mixed feelings she was feeling at that time. He starts fucking her harder and faster, digging deep into her love box. Her leg begins to shake as her orgasm builds up. He digs deeper into her pussy pounding her harder, the sounds of the pelvic thrust become louder as well as his groans. She holds on to the edge of the counter as he grabbed hold of her hair again. Her moans grew louder, the music that was playing in the living room drowning out their moans. Her body starts to shake as her pussy explodes with pleasure. Her juices escape her pussy as they got all over his dick, balls, and stomach, but he kept going until he felt his nut escaping his dick. He nuts in her pussy filling it up. He collapses on top of her panting hard and loud, sounding like a bear that just had an orgasm. There in the door stood Zuri watching. Kent looks up and sees his daughter in the doorway. He could see the anger in her eyes; that cold look she gives when she wants to kill.
Chapter 2
Present
Zuri
Beep…. Beep…. Beep…Beep…
Her alarm clock goes off right in the middle of a nightmare that she has been having for the past year. She has been having the same repeated nightmare from when she was growing up. She takes a deep sigh, wipes the cold sweat from her forehead and reaches over to turn the alarm clock off, hitting the snooze button. Rolling back over, she hears somebody in her kitchen. Reaching under her bed, she feels for her 24k gold 44-magnum. Putting on her robe and slipping on her slippers, she slowly moves her way down the stairs. With both hands on the gun, her heart starts beating a little faster as she makes her way to the kitchen. She peeps around the corner to the kitchen and notices that it's her boyfriend, Javion. She stood there for a moment admiring his 6’3, muscular, dark chocolate body.
“Ugh, why you up in my kitchen like this?” I said while laying the gun down on the counter top, feeling at ease knowing that it's not an intruder.
“Damn Zuri, you were about to light a nigga up huh?
“Hell yea nigga. I didn’t know who was in my house this time of the morning.”
“I got hungry, so I decided to make me something to eat.”
“So you couldn’t go to your house and do that?”
“I thought you wanted to see a nigga,” he says.
“Yeah, I did last night,” I stated with an attitude. “So Javion speaking of last night, where were you?”
“I had some business to take care of,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “What kind of business was that?”
“You know I don’t talk about my business,” he replied.
“You must have been with some female then,” I said, leaning up against the counter folding my arms under my breast.
“Naw man, why you tripping?”
“How am I tripping when I’m stating the facts? You were supposed to come over here last night, and you didn’t show up. So where were you?” I say, getting a little heated.
“Chill out man. I had some shit to take care of,” he says while putting his spoon down in his bowl.
He gets up off the chair and walks over, moving in closer. I took a big whiff of his cologne, forgetting the reason I was pissed off at him in the first place. “Damn,” I mumbled to myself. He ran his hands through my hair slowly, moving a strand out of my eye.
“I love you Zuri.”
I look into his beautiful light brown eyes and say, “I love you more.”
He slowly moves his hands down my robe and opens it slightly. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his hands roaming my naked body. He moved in to kiss my lips, and I caught a whiff. It took me a second to figure out what that smell was, so I move in again to make sure that what I smelled was correct.
“This motherfucker,” I said to myself. “So what did you do last night Javion?” I asked him again, feeling my whole body getting hot from the anger I was feeling inside.
“Like I said Zuri, I had some business to take care of. Shit, stop talking and let me taste that pussy.”
I began getting sick to my stomach. Javion breath smelled as if he ate some rotten ass pussy.
“So tell me why the fuck your breath smell like you ate some rotten crawfish?” I asked him.
“Man stop tripping. The only pussy I have been eating is yours.”
Before I knew it, I had punched him in the face.
“Why the fuck are you lying to me Javion?” His head jolts back from the punch I blessed him with.
“What the fuck Zuri man? You crazy bitch.”
“Crazy bitch huh? I can show you crazy, you nasty motherfucker. Going around here eating some nasty pussy. Smell like you contacted an STD. You couldn’t even brush your fucking teeth before coming over this way fucking with me, and then on top of that, you going to come back up in here and give me whatever that girl gave you. So fuck you and your rotten dick. I hope that motherfucker falls off.” I said to him as I grabbed a butcher’s knife, getting ready to fuck him up.
Feeling a side of myself that I had not felt in a long time come to a head, I stopped myself to collect my thoughts.
“You need to leave Javion before I do something that I won't regret.”
He just looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“You just need to calm down babe. Look, I'm telling you the truth. I ain't done nothing. I have been handling business all night.” He says.
“Yeah, you were handling business all right.” I snapped at him. “You need to get up and leave,” I said to him in a pissed off, hurt tone. “I have nothing else for you Javion. You think I’m playing with you huh? I will fuck you up, cut you up into little pieces and feed you to my neighbors. Keep fucking with me.”
Javion doesn’t know what I’m capable of. I am my father’s child. I believe that I inherited some of his ways.
Javion walks to the door and opens it. Just when he was about to take a step outside, he bumps into Izaak.
“Hey, what’s up nigga?” Izaak says with a little excitement in his voice.
“Just about to leave,” Javion says giving him a brotherly hug. “What’s up nigga?” Javion asks.
“Nothing much nigga. Just coming back by here to see if you were over here. I came over here last night, but you weren't here.” Izaak said to him.
“Oh, you was over here last night?” Javion asked.
“I came over last night to see if your bitch ass was here. I called you all day yesterday, and you didn’t pick up. So I just came by.”
Izaak stepped back from Javion and covered his nose looking at me.
“Damn Zuri, what you got? Nigga breath smelling like some crotch rot.”
“Nigga that smell ain't coming from me. You want to smell my pussy?” I said to Izaak.
Izaak gave me that seductive look like hell yeah. All I could do was smile because I knew what he was thinking.
“Your boy was out all night eating some nasty ass pussy. I told that nigga he better get checked; he might have some STD.” I said rolling my eyes. “Well, I need to get dressed so I can get my day started.”
I went towards Javion and dug in his pocket to get my keys off his key chain. When I finally got my keys off his key chain, I threw his car keys back at him.
“Bye nigga. You bet not ever come back here again with your dirty ass and if you do, remember what I said I would do to you.” I said slamming the door in both Izaak and Javion’s face.
I could hear Izaak laughing at Javion, talking about his funky breath. Shaking my head, I made my way up the stairs. Going to my bedroom, I felt both sad and relieved that Javion was finally out of my life; and confused about the level of anger I felt and the thoughts that came to my mind. The pleasure I would have felt from cutting him up and feeding him to people. Being my father’s daughter was both a curse and blessing. Even though he was a crazy man, he loved his family. He had loved my mom and me before she died.
With my mind racing with so many thoughts and feelings, I headed to my bathroom to take me a nice long hot shower. I turned on the water and took off my robe. I was just about to step in when the doorbell rang again. “FUCK!” I said aloud. “Who the hell could this be now?” Cutting the water off and putting my robe back on, I made my way back downstairs. I opened the door ready to curse out whoever the fuck it was at my door. It was Izaak again.
“What do you want now Izaak?” I asked him in a frustrated tone.
“I want you.” He says pushing his way inside.
“What the hell you doing Izaak.”
“What you think I’m doing.” He says while he looked deeply into my eyes as he untied my robe. “I’m trying to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” He says while gliding his hand underneath my robe.
Pushing my legs apart a little, he started to slowly run his fingers across my slit, enjoying the feel of my warm pussy while he passionately kisses my lips. I started to melt in his arms. I press my entire body up against his, feeling my nipples getting erect from touching his muscular body.
He runs his hands down my side grabbing a nice handful of ass. A moan escapes his mouth. “Damn Izaak,” I whisper as my heart is racing, feeling like it’s about to jump out my chest. I was finally able to break away from his lips as I looked into his brown eyes.
There were no words spoken, he knew how I felt, and I knew how he felt. Deep down we loved each other but didn’t know how to express it. A smile creeps up on his face as he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. I start to kiss him some more along his neck, up to his ear then to his lips, biting and nibbling his bottom lip. A slight moan of pleasure and pain escapes his lips.
Entering the bedroom, he walks over to my king size bed and lays me down as he lies on top of me, still kissing and caressing my body. He opens my robe exploring my body, cupping my full DD breasts. He placed my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the same time. Enjoying the taste of my nice puffy nipples, he twirls his tongue around getting them harder. He was getting excited from the size of her nipples, his dick getting harder. I felt his dick through his jeans and started getting nervous because he was so big, Javion was not this big, so I didn’t know how I was going to handle all that dick Izaak was carrying. I moved my hands down and started to unbutton his jeans. I reached in and started rubbing the head of his dick. Feeling the pre-cum that has already made its way to the tip. He pulls his jeans and boxers off. His dick standing at attention begging for affection. I thought that I would answer its prayers. Getting up from the bed and on my knees, I was memorized by his thick, black eleven inch dick. I grabbed hold of his monster dick and started to suck on the head. Licking up the pre-cum, I take in all of his eleven inches.
“Damn Z, slow down.” He said as he was deep breathing. However, I kept going, speeding up hitting the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my neck and started to fuck my mouth. I could feel his dick pulsing in my mouth, and I knew he was about to nut.
Pulling his dick out of my mouth and getting up onto the bed bending over. I spread my ass cheeks waiting for him to enter my hungry, wet pussy. Looking back at him I said,
“What you waiting for?” slapping my ass. With his dick in his hands, he walks over to me and slowly pushes his dick inside my pussy. Grabbing hold of my waist, he starts to thrust faster and harder, slapping my ass. I reach under and start to rub my clit as he fucks me harder and faster. I could feel his dick in my stomach as he started to pound me harder. I couldn’t move because he had a death grip on my waist and had a hand full of my hair. “Fuuuckk, I’m about to cum,” I said while my pussy was tightening up around his dick. I could feel my juices running down my legs as I came all over his dick.
“Yes cum for me Z,” he said as he started to pump harder until his cum filled the inside of my pussy. He pulls out, and his cum started to leak out of my pussy. I got up and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.
I call out to Izaak so he could join me in the shower. He comes in the bathroom and enters the shower. He grabs my body wash putting some on a towel and starts to wash my back. I turn around facing him and start washing his chest as he washed my breasts, playing with my nipples. We stayed in the shower until the water got cold. Kissing and touching each others body. At that moment, I knew that I was falling for Izaak and wanted to spend many more days like this with him. I would kill any bitch that tried to take him away from me and any nigga that tried to harm him.
Chapter 3
Javion
“Damn bitch slow down,” Javion said to the woman that he met fifteen minutes ago at the bus stop. She was a fat bitch about 500 pounds, but Javion didn’t care, pussy is pussy in his eyes. He didn’t care if it smelt like rotten craw-fish, all he cared about was getting his dick wet and getting a good nut.
The bitch was too fat to get into his car. When she was finally able to get inside, he said a silent prayer hoping that the car wouldn’t tip over. He finally made it to the driver’s side of the car. He gets in and looks over in her direction; his eyes landed on her grill and lazy eye.
“So where are we going, daddy?” She asked.
“We're going back to my place beautiful.” he replied.
“I didn’t catch your name.” She says.
“That’s cause I didn’t give it.” He mumbled.
“What was that?” She asked.
“My name is umm….. Treyvon,” he replied back.
“Oh okay. That’s a sexy ass name for a sexy ass man,” she said with a big ass smile. Even her smile was fucking ugly.
The drive to my place was long as hell. All she did was talk about shit I was not interested in at all. All I could think about was getting my dick sucked. Then she started talking about how much money she had, which caught my attention.
“When my dad died he left me a quarter of a million dollars and his business since I'm the only child. I had a brother, but he was murdered. The police report stated that they found his head in the trunk of his car with his dick in his mouth. They never found his body. Rumor has it that he raped some mafia boss’s granddaughter. But I don’t believe that shit. I know my brother would do no shit like that. You know how folks are when it comes to making shit up.”
“Damn. Since you got all this money, why did I catch you at the bus stop waiting for the bus? Why you ain't got some nigga driving you around?” Javion asked.
“I don’t know, sometimes I like to just get away, and sometimes that means catching the bus and just riding around.”
“That doesn’t make any sense yo. I don’t care how much getting away I need; you are not going to catch this nigga catching no bus, especially if I got a ride.”
We finally made it back to my apartment. I lived on the second floor and knew that she was not going to be able to walk them stairs. “Are you going to be able to walk up the stairs alright?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I’ll be all right.” she said as she made her way out of the car and towards the stairs.
We finally made it up the stairs, and it looked like she was about to pass out. Sweat was pouring down her face from that little distance.
“You alright?” I asked her.
“Yea I'm okay,” she said as she was trying to catch her breath.
“Alright, well gone ahead and have a seat I don’t want you passing out on my floor. No way I’ll be able to pick you up.”
“Okay sexy.” she replied back.
She went and flopped down on my couch, and I swore I heard my couch break. I just pretended as if I didn’t hear shit.
“You want anything to drink?” I asked her.
“Yeah, what do you have?”
“I got some soda, water, Jack Daniel, and some Grey Goose.”
“I’ll have some Jack Daniel’s, please.” She said.
“All right.”
Getting the Jack Daniel and two shot glasses, I made my way to the living room. I took a deep breath then sat down next to her. I tried to put my arm around her, but that wasn’t happening. I felt like a midget sitting beside her. My 6’1, 230-pound frame was nothing compared to what she was carrying.
Six shots later, we were both feeling good. I moved in closer to her and started kissing on her neck that was covered in tags, but shit, I didn’t care. Those six shots had me feeling good. A moan escaped her mouth as I was kissing and nibbling on her neck. Running my hands down her breasts, I started to unbutton her blouse. Laying her down on the floor, I pull down her pants and panties. Once I got them off, I noticed that her pussy was covered by her FUPA (Fat above pussy area). I lifted up her FUPA and found her fat hanging pussy. All I could see was just fat. I pushed up the fat above her pussy lips to get to her pussy. Once I was able to get to it, I slid my fingers along her pussy slit, spreading her lips apart and started to play with her clit. I looked up and saw her playing with her nipples. Seeing her playing with her small nipples made my dick hard, and I just went in on her pussy. I placed my tongue on her clit and started sucking and licking.
Her pussy had a bittersweet taste to it. However, I just ignored it and kept eating her out. Once I was finished, I raised up and slid my dick inside her. Noticing that her pussy had no walls, my nine-inch dick kept slipping out; so instead, I just started fucking the fat between her stomach rolls and her thighs. The sweat that gathered up in there made it nice and slippery. I took my dick out of her thigh and climbed on top of her so she could suck my dick.
She grabbed hold of my dick and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. Her head game was on point. She spits, licked, and sucked this dick as if it was the last cock on earth. She put my balls in her mouth and started sucking them, feeling like she was trying to suck my balls out my ball socket. I got up and moved towards the couch, leaned back, tilting my head back, enjoying the sensation that I was getting from that wet mouth of hers. I was in the zone pretending that it was Zuri sucking my dick, even though she never sucked my dick the whole year that we’ve been fucking with each other.
My moans started getting louder. I was beginning to sound like a bitch. The fat hoe was smiling on the inside because she knew she had me where she wanted and needed me for what she was about to do next. She raised my balls and slowly traced her tongue down to my asshole while she was stroking my dick. She stuck her tongue in my ass licking around the hole, getting it sloppy wet then she slips a finger in my ass.
“Ohhh shit.” I moaned out as my nut shot out all over her face. “Damn. That was the best head a nigga had in a long fucking time.” I said while taking deep breaths.
She wiped her face and moved in to kiss me. I turned my head.
“Naw Big Mama. I don’t kiss bitches.”
“What nigga? I ain't no fucking bitch. I’m yo woman.” She says getting a little angry
“Since when? The only bitch I got is my pit that died a month ago.”
“Nigga you fucked me, so that makes me yo woman. Don’t no nigga get in between these legs without no title.”
“A lot of niggas be getting in between them legs,” Javion mumbled under his breath.
“What was that nigga?” She asked with a little base in her voice.
“Nothing.”
“Now nigga go out and get me something to eat. You know what I’ve just realized? You never asked me my name,” she said.
“Cause I’m not interested in knowing your name,” Javion replied as he was getting up from the couch to make him a stronger drink.
“My name is Shamika nigga.” She said rolling her eyes. “Anyways, where’s my food?” She asked in a demanding tone.
I got up grabbed my keys and headed out the door to get her something to eat.
