“Mmm, baby …” I started to twirl my tongue around and around between those thick ass cheeks. As I did, I slapped her fat ass over and over again, until her cheeks were red and I could see my fingerprints.
“Ohhh, fuck … ,” she whispered around my dick. “Mmm …”
Hell yeah, I thought to myself and went back to concentrating on that clit. I went back in with no mercy on that ass. As I held her in place, she arched her back and started fucking my tongue. She moved her pussy around in small circles as her sugary juices spilled down my chin. I slurped up all I could, and then I felt her left leg shaking. Yup, I was winning. I was going to be served head on a platter for a week.
Baby girl then tried her best to lift her ass up and get away from the assault my tongue was inflicting on her.
“You see what this mouth do, Ma?” I taunted her, without missing a beat.
My fingers were working and grinding against her G-spot. I could feel her muscles twitching and squeezing my fingers. Damn, I was ready to have that shit wrapped around my dick. Her mouth felt good as fuck, but to me, the pussy was always the ultimate prize.
Suddenly she stopped moving, and her head flew back. “I’m fuckin’ cumin’, nigga. Shit! Uhhh …”
Her love came running down the side of my face like a waterfall. Damn. Shawty was squirting and shit. That was sexy as hell to me, and all I wanted was that pussy. Fuck that shit. I grabbed her ass cheeks.
“Sit that wet mu’fucka on my dick, Ma. Just like that. I wanna see that ass twerk while I’m up in it.”
She looked back at me and blew me a kiss. “You’re the champion, so you get whatever you want, baby.”
I passed her a condom, and she put it on me with her mouth. My shit was still tingling, although I hadn’t nutted yet. The plan was to nut up in the pussy. Part of me wished we were on a level where a condom wasn’t a must.
Daisha positioned her legs on each side of my torso and then got on her knees, with her feet on the sofa. Oh, hell to the yeah. She was about to ride a nigga reverse froggy style, and I was ready to go deep. I place my hands on her hips, and then she lowered that tight, sopping-wet pussy down on my hardness.
“Fuck, yeah … ,” I whispered. I wanted to close my eyes from the pleasure, but I kept them open. Watching her ride my dick like that was like my own personal, private porn.
“Oh … shit. Your dick is so … fuckin’ … good. Mmm …” She leaned over and really started grinding on my shit.
My dick was up in her gushy tightness. The feeling was overwhelming, and the sound of me exploring her insides corresponded with our moans and groans.
“Yo’ pussy got me fucked up, Ma. Damn …” I had to scrunch up my face and shit. Wow. She was working that ass like my dick wasn’t as far up in her as it was.
I lifted my pelvis to meet her thrusts, and the sound of our skin slapping together added to the chorus of our incredible lovemaking. The sight of her ass rippling every time those walls crashed down on my dick was driving me crazy. I slapped her ass cheeks, then watched as they shook and jiggled out of control.
“Mmm, Ma. I love this shit … for real. Ride yo’ dick. Uhhh … argh … fuck!” My toes started curling, and she looked back at me, with seduction written all over her beautiful face.
“Tell me how good my pussy feels to you, Daddy.”
“Mmm … It feels better than good, Ma. That shit … mmm … feels like heaven. That juicy, tight-ass pussy’s givin’ a nigga … mmm … shit … It’s givin’ me fuckin’ life right now. Oh, fuck. Work that shit… .”
She arched her back, leaned forward, grabbed my ankles, and started working me over. My eyes were glued to her on top of me, swirling her body like a sexy-ass serpent. The way her body was moving mesmerized me. It was like she was dancing on my dick.
“I’m ’bout to make you nut, nigga… .” She moved up to the tip of my dick head and then came all the way down, sucking my shit up with her pussy as she did.
“Ahhh …” I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
She kept doing that shit over and over again, and my dick started to jerk inside of her. The tingling feeling was becoming overwhelming. Then I started to shake uncontrollably. My body was overheating, and it felt like I’d lost control of myself.
“I’m cumin’. Fuck!” I yelled.
Chapter 20
Daisha
“Oh … yes, Pistol. Mmm …”
We were cumming at the same time, and the feeling was so damn powerful. It was like that shit had opened the floodgates. That sofa had to be soaking wet, because I was nutting all over that nigga’s dick. Pistol was still trembling and jerking beneath me.
“I know my pussy’s good, babe, but damn … ,” I said.
I lifted myself up off the couch, and as I stood over him, I noticed that something was wrong. It was like he was convulsing, his body out of control, and I knew that it wasn’t the orgasm anymore. It was something else.
“Pistol, baby, are you okay?” Tears stung my eyes as I stood over him.
Was he having a damn heart attack or something? Damn. What the fuck? Was it a seizure? Okay, I remembered that my mother used to have seizures because of her drinking. If that was what it was, I had to do something. I used all my strength to turn him over on his side so that he wouldn’t choke on his saliva or anything. My immediate thought was to call 911, but I knew that he wouldn’t want me to do that.
“Pistol. Shit, baby. Please … God, let him be okay.” Tears fell down my cheeks as I waited and prayed for it to be over.
Finally, after about ten seconds, his body was still, but his eyes remained closed. I checked his pulse and his breathing. He was alive, but I could tell that he was out of it. Suddenly, his eyes opened and focused on mine.
“Baby, what the fuck happened?” I asked him. “Can you talk?”
He cleared his throat. “Ah shit …” His voice was a whisper. “I ain’t had a seizure in years.”
“In years?” My heartbeat increased. “You’ve had one before?”
“I had the first one right after my father died. The doctors couldn’t figure out why it happened. They never diagnosed me as epileptic, because the seizures didn’t happen that much. I probably had, like, seven. Every time I had one, they didn’t have any answers. I haven’t had a seizure in ten years. I thought that shit was over. I guess not.” With a sigh, he sat up.
“Hold up. Are you okay?” I was really concerned about him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” With that said, he leaned his head back against the sofa cushion. “Just get me some water, please.”
“Okay.” I nodded and did what he asked.
When I returned with the water, he was twisting up a blunt.
“Uh, you sure you wanna do that right now?”
Pistol looked up at me and shook his head. “This is the universal medicine of our generation. It didn’t cause the seizure. That bangin’-ass pussy probably did.” He laughed it off, but I didn’t find it funny.
“There you go again, making light of a bad situation. You have to take meds for seizures even if you wasn’t diagnosed with epilepsy, right?” Why was he downplaying that shit?
“Yeah, but, like I said, this the first time I had a seizure in a long-ass time, so I stopped taking medication.”
“You need to go to the hospital, Pistol. This time it’s not a gunshot wound. They won’t have a reason to call the cops. I saw the name on your license. You can use that name.”
He had to know that I was genuinely concerned about him and his well-being. I didn’t want him dying on my watch. If the medicine would help, he should just swallow his pride and go get it. The cops weren’t going to come get him. They wouldn’t even know that he was there. It wasn’t like his face was all over the news or anything.
“I don’t need to go to the hospital, Ma. I’m fine. It’s just stress. That’s it. I’m good. Just relax.” He lit the blunt and took a long pull.
“Are you fuckin’ serious right now? You’re fine? It’s ju
st stress? You could’ve died for the second time in a week, Pistol.” The tears started against my will again, and I tried to wipe them away before he saw them. “I can’t take losin’ you, so I need you to do what you gotta do to get your medicine.”
“I can probably get a prescription for phenytoin. Maybe I can find a way to get my moms to get some and bring it to me. I’d love to see her and my brothers. Then again, I don’t want the cops to trace that shit back to me. I don’t know if they know about my condition and will intercept the prescription.”
“You have to take your chances, babe,” I told him as I softly rubbed his back.
“I know, Ma. I know.” He passed me the blunt. “I don’t wanna chance bein’ in nobody’s fuckin’ prison, though.” That nigga was so stubborn and would do anything to stay out of prison, even if it meant risking his life.
After taking a deep pull from the blunt, I held the fragrant smoke in my lungs. Damn, that was some high-grade shit. Pistol was extra quiet now, and I wondered if he was really feeling okay. As concerned as I was for him, I decided not to keep bothering him about it. He had to feel like he was vulnerable, and I knew that men had their egos. I didn’t want him to feel weak or like I was trying to run his life.
He broke the silence minutes later. “Don’t worry about me, Daisha.” His sexy, rich, deep voice sounded strong again. “I’m a man. I’m strong. I can survive anything.”
I sighed, because he acted like he was invincible or something. Didn’t that nigga know that he was human? After I passed the blunt back to him, I got up and quickly got dressed. The ocean was so close, and I decided to walk outside and let the sound of the waves calm me. Pistol was really stressing me the fuck out. Okay, so he hadn’t had a seizure in years, but what if he kept having them now? Without a sure diagnosis and meds, his life was really in jeopardy.
My eyes burned as I walked outside and slowly made my way across the soft sand. The sun was setting, but the sand was still warm beneath my bare feet. I just loved the way it felt between my toes. Once I was right there by the water, I watched the swells of the rising tide. As the waves rushed in, my tears fell. Then, suddenly, I was on my knees, letting it all out. Damn, it felt good. Like I was cleansing my soul.
Then I heard Pistol’s voice behind me. “I’ll make sure my mom brings me the meds tomorrow, Ma. I don’t want you all stressed out over me. I’ll risk it all for you.”
Trying to get myself together, I stood up, turned, and wrapped my arms around him. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, Pistol. I … I finally found the man for me, and damn, look at what you’re going through. You don’t deserve any of it. It just hurts me so much to see a person that I care about suffer.”
He squeezed me tighter, and I could feel him inhaling the scent of my hair. “Just bear wit’ me, Daisha. We gon’ get through all of this. I promise.” He kissed the top of my head and just held on to me for what seemed like an eternity.
Eventually, we separated and walked back to the bungalow hand in hand. Once we were inside, we took a shower together and then got dressed to go out for dinner. I didn’t know if he was really up for it, but he acted like he was okay.
“You sure you wanna go out?” I asked, feeling really skeptical about it.
“Yeah, I told you, Ma. I’m good. Now, let’s go get some crab legs.”
I let out a deep sigh as we headed out to the car.
*
The next day I was nervous as hell, because I knew that Pistol’s mother was on the way over here. What if she didn’t like me? I really hadn’t had much luck with mothers, especially with my own. My anxiety was fucking with me hard, but Pistol kept trying to get me to relax about it.
“Baby, chill. Ma’s gonna love you. My brothers will too,” he assured me as we sat next to each other on the sofa.
His brothers, who were nineteen and twenty-one years old, were coming as well. That was because they had to drive. His mother had had chemo treatment the day before and was too tired to drive herself. According to Pistol, she’d been able to get his medicine. He hadn’t taken it in years, but his mother had a close friend who was a pharmacist. The pharmacist hadn’t even questioned it when his mom asked her to fill the outdated prescription. Now his mom had the medicine that Pistol needed, and I felt relieved. I hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night, because I’d been up watching him. The fear of him having another seizure was overwhelming
“I hope so,” I said. “I mean, I ain’t never been close to any of my exes’ mothers. I just don’t really bond with women, for some reason. Whether they’re old or young.”
“This time you will. You’ll see.” He ran his fingers through my hair and then leaned over to kiss me. “Just don’t look at me differently now.”
I stared up into his beautiful eyes. “I don’t. If anything, it just makes you more human to me, Superman.”
We both laughed as he pulled me into his arms and held me.
*
“Oh … my baby!” Pistol’s mother gasped as he took her in his arms as we stood in the living room. “I missed you so much.”
Immediately, she started bawling, and I understood why. The reunion made me want to cry my damn self. I simply stood there, taking in the scene. Pistol’s brothers looked just like him. They were tall and delectably milk chocolate, just like him. Neither of them had hazel eyes, though. His mother was beautiful, and I couldn’t tell by looking at her that she was sick in any way. Her flawless milk-chocolate skin and her eyes were identical to Pistol’s, and she had long hair that flowed to her shoulders. Pistol had already filled me in on the fact that she would probably be wearing a wig due to hair loss because of the chemo.
When she and Pistol finally separated, he gangsta hugged his younger brothers. The whole exchange made me wish I had a bigger family. I’d missed out on that.
His mother looked me up and down with a straight face before a genuine smile decorated her features. “You must be Daisha.”
“Yes, I am.” I nodded and smiled back at her.
Surprisingly, she enveloped me in her arms and held on to me. The gesture brought tears to my eyes, but once again, I willed them away.
“Thank you for taking care of my baby,” she whispered in my ear.
My tears fell against my will, and I wiped them away quickly, before anyone could see them. “He takes care of me, so I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Bless you, baby.” She separated from me and held on to my hands like we’d known each other forever. “He told me that you haven’t known each other that long, but that doesn’t matter. I’d known their father for less than a week when I fell deeply in love with him. Haven’t loved another man since. It’s hard to find someone that you can count on these days. I know you’re aware of what he’s going through.”
I nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I am.”
“You don’t have to call me ma’am.” She chuckled. “Call me Maddie.”
“Okay, Maddie.”
“These are my other two sons, Tyshaun and Tyrese. I named them all after their father. His name was Tyrone.”
“Hi, Tyshaun and Tyrese.” I shook their hands.
“You can call us Shaun and Rese, like everybody else,” Tyshaun said with a cocky grin. He was the youngest.
Tyrese spoke up next. “It’s nice to meet you, Daisha. You must really be something else if you got my bro’s head gone.”
“Shut the fuck up, Rese,” Pistol laughed.
His mother passed Pistol a pill bottle and looked him in the eye as she spoke. “I know you’re worried about me and everything’s that’s going on, but I need you to take care of yourself, Reek.”
“I know, Ma.” He lifted her up and spun her around. “It’s so good to see you. I love you, woman.”
She let out a hearty laugh as she beamed at her firstborn. “And I love you more.”
The tears flowed down my cheeks as I absorbed the love in the room. How I longed for that, or at least something like it.
We
all headed down to the beach. While Pistol and his brothers spread out a blanket on the sand and chatted, I spent some time talking to Maddie as we strolled along the water. She was all I would’ve ever wanted in a mother. In a short time, I told her a little about my own mother. She was very sympathetic, and I really was warming up to her. She then told me that her own mother had abandoned her when she was two, and she and her eight-month-old brother had been raised by their aunt. The entire time she’d thought her aunt was her real mother. And her biological mother had pretended to be her aunt, but they’d never been close. Now, that was fucked up.
“Bro, you said we was goin’ paintballing next time we came down here,” Rese reminded his brother as Maddie and I sat down on the blanket.
“We still can,” Pistol said as he sat down on the blanket beside me and his mother. “You feelin’ okay, Ma?”
She smiled at her oldest son. “I’m feeling better than I have in a long time. It’s so good to see your face.” With that said, she squeezed his cheeks like he was a little boy and then kissed both of them. All Pistol did was laugh, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Tyshaun spoke up next. “So, we goin’ paintballin’ or what, man?”
“Uh, yeah. You gon’ come, Ma?” Pistol asked his mother. At first I thought he was talking about me, because he called me Ma too.
She declined with a laugh. “Y’all young folks go ahead and have fun. I’m going to stay here and cook some dinner. I picked up some things before I got here from the grocery store. I’m cooking a pot roast with potatoes and carrots, homemade corn bread, and my famous baked mac and cheese.”
Pistol rubbed his stomach, wearing a huge grin, as he licked his lips. “My favorite.”
“I know, and of course, I’m going to cook a peach cobbler.”
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