“I ain’t never make it seem like men are superior when it comes to women. Y’all have one of the hardest fuckin’ jobs in life, which is to carry a baby, so I’ll never make it seem like that. I have just been around a lot of fuckin’ women to know that y’all have feelings. If you feeling a nigga, just say that. Why we gotta do all of this shit for you to express your feelings?” I asked.
“And you express yours, right? Jabari, let’s not pretend that you didn’t catch a whole fuckin’ attitude with the dude at Five Guys a couple of months ago when you were out with one of your bitches, and you saw him looking at me. You’re here, right now at my house, after I’ve told you more than once to get out, so that’s gotta mean something. You don’t strike me as the type of nigga to stay someplace where he knows he’s not welcomed,” she said.
“Because I need to know what the problem is, so I can know whether to leave you the fuck alone or to keep doing whatever we’re doing. Let’s not get shit confused, Mahogany. Your pussy, your conversation, your time and all of that is good, but you ain’t the only woman who can give me that,” I humbly let her know.
She let out a sarcastic laugh, and then she shook her head.
“So, why the fuck are you still here then? Go find that bitch with a better pussy than mine, better conversation, and time! It’s obvious that you haven’t found her yet, which is why you’re still here!” she yelled.
“Ay, fuck you, shorty! You obviously got daddy issues, and you’re taking that shit out on the wrong nigga. Don’t make me the one to blame because of whatever daddy issues you got!” I shot back and stood up at the same time.
I could see where this conversation was going, and before I fucked around and chocked her the fuck out, I figured that it was time that I got the fuck out. Her silly ass didn’t want me there anyway.
“Fuck you too! If I have daddy issues, then you have mommy issues, nigga. No woman ever loved your stupid ass, so you don’t know how to love a woman. Get out!” she yelled.
Not going to lie, she hit the nail right on the head, but I’d never let her know that shit.
“And a nigga never loved your skinny ass either. You let me hit that shit the second time I met you! We don’t take bitches like you seriously. We don’t wife hoes like you!” I snapped, and the second I said it, I regretted it.
Swear I didn’t even mean that shit. Mahogany could play like she didn’t give a fuck about what I thought, but I knew she did. I knew that last statement would shut her the fuck up, that’s why I said it, but I swear I didn’t mean that shit. I thought nothing less or nothing more of Mahogany when she let me hit it the second time we were around each other. When I was around her, jokingly, I would call her an evil bitch and let her know that she didn’t have any feelings. Although I said it in a joking type of way, it always held a little truth to me.
I wish you could see the look on her face when I said that shit. Her eyes watered, and then she looked down and finished what she was doing with the salmon. Any other time, she would have some sort of slick ass comment to say back to me, but this time, she didn’t have anything. I was man enough to admit when I was wrong, and when it came to this shit, I was definitely wrong.
“Shit! My bad. I didn’t mean to say that shit,” I let her know as I walked over to her.
“Yes, you did. If anything, you just didn’t mean to say it out loud. Jabari, just leave me alone, alright? Leave me alone!” she yelled, and this time, a tear fell from her eyes.
This was probably a fucked up comparison, but it was like watching the devil cry. Her ass was so fuckin’ mean and evil that I was shocked to see her cry. She used the bottom of her shirt to wipe her face. I knew she wanted me out so badly because she didn’t want me to see her cry, but little did she know, her vulnerability made me even more attracted to her.
I liked to see that her ass had some type of fuckin’ emotion buried inside of her. I didn’t want no hard, gutta bitch! I could be around a nigga for that shit. Not saying that I wanted a fuckin’ cry baby either because I knew that some shit like that would turn me off in a second, but at the same time, I wanted my shorty to show me that she cared, even if she had to do that shit in tears.
I walked over and pulled her my way then I sat her down on the island. The whole time her head was down, she was steadily wiping her face. What I said about her having daddy issues, a nigga never loving her, and calling her out for how quick she let me hit it, I knew it hit home for her, and that’s why she was so emotional over it.
“You really sitting here crying, Mahogany?” I asked.
I didn’t know the first thing to do to console her. Plenty of bitches have had break downs in front of me, and I would always dip, never feeling the need to entertain that shit. This right here was different, though. I actually gave a fuck about the fact that Mahogany was crying.
“No! It’s the onions I was cutting,” she lied and said.
I mean, she was cutting up onions, but shorty was still lying.
“You not trying to fuck with me no more?” I asked as I grabbed her by the bottom of her chin and looked into those beautiful eyes.
She shook her head no while looking me in my eyes.
“No. I don’t like the person that I’ve become these past few weeks. I’ve never in my fuckin’ life sweated a nigga. Never! I told you before what I wanted out of a man, and it was just sex. It was different with you. My feelings got involved. I’m pissed at myself because out of all the niggas in the world that I could catch feelings for, I chose to catch feelings for a nigga who can’t even remember how many females he’s sleeping with. I want to tap out of whatever the fuck this is now since I’m not in too deep.
“The sex is good, I like you, but I won’t play with my heart like that. I have been in love before, and that didn’t work out. My best friend right now is holding a nigga down who’s not even worthy or deserving of her time. I’ve watched the way she’s loved him more than she’s loved herself for years, so no, I don’t want that. You hit it, good for you. I guess I’m just another notch for you to put on your belt, because, after all, you don’t wife hoes like me. Move, Jabari. I’m serious this time,” she said and pushed at my chest, so I could get out of her way, and she could jump down from the counter, but I had yet to move.
“Shorty, how many fuckin’ times you want me to say that I didn’t even mean that shit? You can say fucked up shit to me, but I can’t say shit else back to you? That’s how this supposed to work? You talked about a nigga having mommy issues and never having a woman love me! How you think that fucked up shit made me feel, yo? Although I don’t show them, a nigga got feelings too, man,” I let her know.
“Jabari, you started this shit, though! You called me out on my daddy issues, and it wasn’t until you said it that I actually said something back to you about mommy issues! Why are we even doing this right now? I said that I no longer want to fuck with you, and knowing you, you can probably care less, so let’s just leave it at that. Get out!” she yelled.
“You really going to just give my pussy away like that?” I asked, and she looked at me like I was fuckin’ crazy.
“Your pussy? Since when? You’re fuckin’ crazy,” she retorted.
“Since the first time I made you cum on my dick! Let me calm your ass down,” I said and reached for the hem of the shorts that she was wearing.
She put up a fight, but that shit was weaker than a motha fucka. She barely tried to grab my hands in an attempt to get me to stop. The whole time, I struggled to get her shorts off since her selfish ass didn’t even bother to raise her ass so I could pull the motha fuckas off. She was looking down at me, probably saying in her head, I hate this nigga.
I finally had her shorts off, and all I did was drop them to the floor. With her still on the counter, I took a seat on one of the stools, grabbed her by her legs, putting her pussy right in my face, and I pulled her gray thong to the side. The kiss that I gave to her pussy was another apology for the fucked-up shit that I’d said to her.
When I did that, her body jumped.
“Whole time you arguing with a nigga and telling me to get out, your pussy soaked like this.”
I looked up at her, and she didn’t have shit to say. I was in this bitch in my work clothes, which were some slacks and a nice dress shirt. I just got a fresh cut yesterday, my beard was full and growing each day, and I was pretty sure that my handsome ass still had my cologne lingering on my body, so this fat ass pussy of hers had every fuckin’ right to be wet like this!
I went in for the kill. Holding her lips out of the way, I started tongue kissing her pussy. You see, Mahogany was one selfish motha fucka because she knew I was eating her pussy in a way that was similar to me sucking on a chicken bone, but she was so pissed off with a nigga that she wouldn’t even glorify my skills by moaning. That was okay because the fact that my beard was getting wetter and wetter, and her legs were trembling, and she kept squirming on the counter was all the confirmation I needed to know that I was doing a damn good job.
I put three fingers inside of her, and her pussy gripped the fuck out of them. While I finger fucked her pussy, I also licked her clit, and this time, I got her to moan.
“Fuccckkkk,” she cursed while moaning and shit.
I loved when she said that shit, especially when I had my face buried in her pussy. Her legs started shaking like crazy, and I started licking and pushing my fingers in and out of her at a much faster speed. Before I knew it, her juices started squirting everywhere. I didn’t pull away until she started pushing my head.
My dick was hard, her juices were all around my mouth, and I wanted to kiss her more than anything. I wasn’t a kisser, and Mahogany knew that shit. Shorty will tell you that the only lips of hers that I ever kissed were the ones that I just left. Mahogany had big, juicy lips too. Fuck it, I thought as I stood up and leaned in to kiss her. Her nasty ass wasted no time sucking on my tongue and trying to get my pants unbuckled.
“What you trying to go in there for?” I asked, breaking the kiss and looking down at her.
“You know why! I want some dick,” she called out.
I loved the fact that Mahogany wasn’t shy. One thing for sure, she was going to let me know when she wanted to fuck. I couldn’t stand no shy bitch. I dug in my wallet for a rubber and realized that I didn’t have any.
“Fucckkk! I don’t have no rubbers on me shorty!” I was probably madder than she was because my dick was damn near brick.
“You probably used them all on them other hoes! You really are a piece of work, nigga! A big piece of work!” she yelled.
“You talk too fuckin’ much sometimes, yo! I didn’t use shit because I had no plans to fuck on no one today, so I didn’t pack it. Let me feel you for just a few seconds without it,” I pleaded.
Any other time, if I was this close to fuckin’ a shorty, and I didn’t have any rubbers on me, I would have just opted for her to suck my dick. But I knew what Mahogany’s pussy felt like, and I couldn’t just turn down the feel of her. I’d never in my fuckin’ life played with fire like this, but here I was, grabbing her legs and pulling down so that her ass was hanging halfway off the kitchen counter. My big, heavy ass dick that she loved to bounce and suck on was in my hands as I slapped it on her pussy. Catching her off guard, I slid him in. It felt like Heaven.
In my thirty–two years of fuckin’, I’d never slid in without a rubber, and now that I had gone in with no protection, I didn’t know if I would want to revert back to fuckin’ Mahogany with one. That bare fuckin’ had me feeling like I loved her pretty ass. I knew she loved it too because her eyes were rolling, and she was rocking her hips, fuckin’ me back, and moaning. I reached one of my hands up, putting it around her throat and looked into her eyes.
“Just a few more seconds and I’ma pull him out. Tell me how it feels, bae,” I called her that shit for the first time.
I had never said that shit before. Hell, I may as well have told her that I loved her because that type of endearment for me was everything.
“Jabbbarrrriiiiii.” She moaned my name like I was her God.
She swore up and down that she would never moan my name, and now look. Her pussy was contracting on my dick, pulling me in, hogging my shit and wetting it up. I knew I should have pulled out, but I couldn’t. That shit was too fuckin’ good. I let go of her neck just so I could remove her shirt, and once it was off, I started licking on her small titties, still with hard dick buried inside of her.
“Jabariiii, I’m gonna cummm… I’m gonna cummmm,” she moaned, looking at me with pure love and lust.
The way those eyes were looking back at me, I knew I couldn’t leave her if I tried. I let her get her nut out of the way, and then I lifted her up and dropped her down on the island so she could get on all fours. Once the perfect arch was in her back, I slid back inside of her deep, wet, tight ass pussy. My hands were securely wrapped around her waist; she couldn’t go anywhere, even though I knew she wouldn’t because Mahogany could actually take dick.
She looked back at me with a cocky smirk on her face because she knew this pussy had me fucked up. I leaned her body back to me, and I reached over and played with her clit while I continued to fuck her. I could feel my nut around the corner, especially from the way she kept moaning and bouncing her ass on me.
“Ima nut in a minute, shorty. Where you want it?” I asked her with my lips right on her neck, and I bit the shit out of it. I only did that to keep from yelling out like a bitch.
“Insideee meeee,” she moaned.
Her words caught me off guard like a motha fucka, but at the same time, it turned me on. I can’t even put in words how that sexy shit she just said made me feel. I’d give Mahogany anything that money could buy because I had a lot of it, but I wasn’t spilling seeds inside her.
“Jabarrriiii. Babyyyy… I’m cumming agaainnn… fuckkkkk,” she moaned and stopped fuckin’ me back.
It was okay because I picked up where she lacked, drilling in her pussy and making us both cum at the same time. A few my seeds had to have gotten inside of her because I didn’t pull out quick enough, but the last of it dropped down to the floor. I securely held her up around her waist as I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t want her to go no fuckin’ where. That’s why, even with me trying to gain my strength back, I was holding her. I didn’t want her to go nowhere right now or any time soon. Like I said, I was used to her!
Jashae Johnson
“Let me feel your head. Sis, you got to be sick or something. Did you not see his fine ass? His sexy ass smelled like money. Why didn’t you take his number?” Mahogany all in my ear.
She and I were walking back into my grandmother’s house after just pulling up almost five minutes ago. The guy who she was referring to just happened to be an attractive man who was showing a family the home next door. He was a realtor; a very attractive one at that. It seemed that within seconds of Mahogany and I getting out of the car, he spotted me.
I remembered him because he had the type of appearance that was hard to forget. I remembered that milk chocolate skin, those perfect white teeth, that muscular build underneath the white dress shirt that he wore along with his black slacks. He had a bald head and a beard that would make any beard lover fall in love with him. This interaction happened a little over two years ago.
He approached me, showing me the utmost respect. At first, he acted as if he was just walking over so he could give Mahogany and me his business card in case the two of us were interested in purchasing a home. Little did he know, both of us were already homeowners. Once that happened, and he finally addressed the real reason why he came over, which was to ask me for my name and number, I nicely turned him down. It had nothing to do with his looks, his occupation, hell, even his personality. At the time, it had everything to do with Trip and my loyalty to him.
“You know why I didn’t take his number down. Trip would fuckin’ kill him and me,” I replied as she and I walked into the house.
Giovonte was sitting smack dab in t
he middle of the living room playing the game, and my grandmother was sitting on the couch not too far away from him, sewing a new blanket. My grandmother loved to sew. In fact, I still had the baby blanket that she sewed for me when I was a baby along with the one that she made for Giovonte.
“Take whose number down? Who was out there?” my grandmother, always feeling the need to jump in somebody’s business, asked.
I pretended like I didn’t hear her as I went over to my son, kissed his forehead, and took a seat next to him on the couch. When he was on that damn game, it was as if no one existed to his ass.
“Ma, it’s a fine ass realtor next door selling a house. He came over to get Shae’s number, and she turned him down. He was fineeee, Ma. Ima look out the window for him, and when I see him, come on over here so you can see him for yourself,” Mahogany told my grandmother.
“Auntie, you tripping,” Vonte snapped and paused the game.
The way his face contorted into a mug and he shot Mahogany a look, I could do nothing but think about his damn daddy! Trip would wear that same look whenever he didn’t like something that was said or when someone pissed his ass off.
“Tripping how? Your mama can’t have a boyfriend? Mahogany asked Vonte.
“Hell no, she can’t have no boyfriend! What she need a boyfriend for? What you need a boyfriend for, Ma?” Vonte asked, diverting his attention to me.
The look in his eyes, was as if he was rushing me to go ahead and answer him. I swear, sometimes he thought just because he was bigger than me and taller than me, that he was the parent and I was the child. Then, sometimes, I felt like Trip had died and was reincarnated through him. Personality wise, he reminded me so much of his father.
“Why are you even entertaining Mahogany, Vonte? Relax, sounding like Trip!” I scolded him.
He looked at me long and hard before he put the controller back in his hands.
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