by Natavia
O'Shea
“You coming with me?” I asked Britain.
“Coming where?” she asked me.
“I want you to come and stay with me. We can celebrate the deal you are about to make with Malore,” I said.
“I haven’t even decided yet!” she laughed.
“Yeah, but I know you are going to! So, you riding me with me or what?” I pulled her into me, kissing her ear and she pushed me off.
“Yes, I will come, but keep your hands and lips to yourself!” she said.
“I can’t help that shit! You just so damn sexy and juicy! I can’t get enough of that shit!” I said, feeling on her thick ass.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Jordan said barging through with those damn people snapping pictures of her. She was making an ass out of herself. I didn’t tell the bitch to come here and now she had these camera people taking pictures of me and Britain. They were going to kill her ass with the blogs and tweets later on. I could see that shit now. She was fucking her good girl image up, making herself look desperate. I never led her on, I told her over and over I wasn’t looking for love. I tell every female I lay with that. I give them a heads up so they can decide if they still want to fuck with me or not. They call a nigga a dog like I’m going around giving these bitches false hope. I straight let their asses know I just want the pussy.
But with Britain, it’s a different story and I was trying to figure out why.
“Jordan, leave me the fuck alone! I’m sick of this shit!” I told her and one of the camera guys started recording me. I snatched his recorder and threw it.
“Get the fuck out of my face before I have all y’all motherfuckers fired!” I told them.
Then here came paparazzi, the motherfuckers that were worse than the FEDS.
“O’Shea, is this your girlfriend? Is the song ‘Shorty’ written for Jordan or Britain?” they asked.
“Jordan, how you feel about your boyfriend being caught with his new love interest?” they asked her and she put her head down, walking away. She brought this shit on herself!
I grabbed Britain’s hand pulling her through them, walking towards my car. I let her in then hopped in and pulled off as they snapped pictures of us. This shit was terrible. Britain was in the passenger seat cracking up.
“What the fuck is so funny?” I asked.
“You stay in some shit! That damn Jordan Liles is dick whipped!” she said.
“You are too!” I told her.
“Says who?” she asked.
“Whatever, Britain! Don’t act like you didn’t go home and soak in the tub! I know you been having dreams about that shit!” I laughed and she pushed me.
“You want me put my mouth on that pussy don’t you?” I asked and she got this flush look on her face. I put my hands between her legs and there was that heat coming from between them again.
“Move your damn hands! Why you keep sexually harassing me?” she asked.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to! You like that nasty shit!” I spat.
“How about I grab your dick?” she asked me.
“Go ahead! Want me pull it out for you?”
“No! How far do you live? I’m tired as hell! Those drinks are sneaking up on me!” she said yawning.
“I got a crib out in Delaware, we are going there,” I told her. I played my mixtape.
“I like this song!” she said turning it up.
“That’s what’s up, it’s one of my favorites,” I told her.
“Who sings the chorus part, though? He has a sexy voice. Latavia and I been trying to find out and the person is listed anonymous,” she said.
“Kenjay is singing it! We were in the studio clowning one night and we just came up with the shit. Don’t tell that nigga I told you, though. He said he don’t want nobody thinking he soft because he light-skinned and can sing,” I told her and she was laughing with tears in her eyes.
“Kenjay will say some shit like that! But seriously, though, the way Kenjay looks, you wouldn’t think he is so damn ratchet!” she said and I laughed.
“So, what’s up, Britain? When are we getting on a jet and going to see the world?” I asked her.
“Do you think you can love someone if they done something wrong?” she asked avoiding my question.
“It depends on what it is,” I told her.
“I have something to tell you,” she said then my phone rang. It was my mother calling.
“Hold on, Britain! Let me take this real quick,” I answered my phone.
“What’s up, ma?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I really need to talk to you about something! Can we meet up?” she asked. I haven’t seen my mother in a few years now. She calls me every once and a while but we didn’t have that mother and son connection.
“Well, I’m in the middle of something! How about you come to my crib in Delaware. I’ll text you the address,” I told her.
“Okay, that will work,” she said hanging up.
“What you want to tell me, Britain?” I asked.
Silence.
I looked over and Britain was snoring lightly.
“Ohhh, O’Shea! Yes, baby right there!” she said in her sleep. I smiled to myself because I knew her ass was fronting. She be thinking about me in her sleep.
Britain
“Wake up!” O’Shea shook me.
“Where are we?” I asked him.
“My crib!” he said getting out and I got out behind him. His house was huge. There was a water fountain in the middle of the circular driveway. He had big Victorian-style doors.
“This house is beautiful!” I said. I thought the one Jordan Liles lived in was beautiful but this one took the cake.
I walked in behind him and the white marble floors were so shiny they looked wet. There was a big pretty, gold chandelier hanging in the middle of the high ceiling. I felt so small in this house.
“I’ll show you around,” he said taking my hand. It must be a good feeling to have money and be able live any way you wanted to.
“What do you need seven bedrooms for?” I asked him.
“I don’t know really. This is my main house. I might want some kids one day or something. My other cribs aren’t this big. They just have enough room so I can crash whenever I’m out on the road.”
“So, you do want kids?” I asked.
“Yeah, if you give me some!” he said seriously. I got a knot in my stomach and I wanted to tell him so badly but I couldn’t.
“Can I have something to drink?” I asked. I followed him into the kitchen and his kitchen was two times bigger than the whole office area at my job.
“I’ll send someone to the store tomorrow. They don’t work here on the weekends. I also need you to give me your size so I can have some shit sent here for you,” he said.
“How long do you expect me to stay here? I have to work, you know!” I told him.
“Cut that shit out! I know all about stylists and y’all can work from home! Plus, you owe me some time since you just fucked a nigga then dipped on my ass. I didn’t even get a chance to take you out the next day or none of that shit, so we got a deal right?” he said.
“Okay fine!” I faked an attitude.
“What’s your sizes?”
“I’m an eighteen. I wear XL in panties and my bra is 42DD. Oh, and my shoes are a size 8,” I rambled it off.
“Straight like that? Y’all females be tripping me out not wanting a nigga to know y’all sizes and shit!” he said.
“I’m proud of myself, boo! There is no shame! Everyone knows I’m a plus-sized girl so there is no need in faking it!” I told him.
“A sexy one at that!” he said.
“So, what happened with that girl, Elay?” I asked.
“Nothing, I stopped talking to her after that shit went down at your house. After I signed my record deal, she popped up with a little boy saying he was mine. I got a DNA test and he wasn’t mine!” he said.
“You really need to stop fu
cking everything!” I told him.
“I know, I’m only trying to fuck you, though!” he said smiling.
“I need to take a shower! I smell like weed, alcohol and cookout food!” I told him. We walked upstairs to his master bedroom. This was a straight bachelor house. You could tell the furniture was expensive but it needed a woman’s touch.
“You going let me take a shower with you?” he asked.
“Come on!” I said pulling him into the bathroom. He had a glass shower in the middle. A Jacuzzi sat in the corner and a small pool was on the opposite side. I had never seen anything like it.
We undressed each other and he stared at my breasts licking those sexy lips.
“There you go again!” I laughed, getting into the shower. He lathered soap on the rag and started washing me up. He was making me so horny. My nipples hardened and my pussy throbbed and I just wanted him to shove his massive size dick inside me. He came closer and massaged my breast as his other hand slid down between my legs then back up finding its place in my love nest.
He massaged my moist center and a finger slid into me. I wrapped my leg around him and my head was now under the showerhead. He slipped another finger in me with his thumb massaging my clit. He captured my nipple in his mouth then traced his tongue up to my neck, sucking on it lightly, sinking his teeth in.
“Damn, you wet!” he said bringing me to an orgasm and I whined as I released it. After he was done, he stuck his finger in my mouth letting me taste myself.
“I want you, shorty! Like on some real shit, Britain! A nigga is missing something and I think it’s you. I can feel that shit. We connected to each other in some way!” he said as tears fell from eyes. I wished Jesus could just walk in here and hold my hand while I confessed what I had been hiding from him. When I was ready to tell him and his phone rang, I was saved by the bell.
“What’s up with the tears, though?” he asked looking down at me.
“I’m just at peace right now,” I lied.
After our shower, we got into bed. He turned on the TV and it was on the VH1 channel. “Single Ladies” reruns were playing. “You know you and Terrance look just alike! I mean the shit is scary!” I told him.
“I hear that stupid shit all the time!” he said changing the channel.
“Hater!” I told him.
“How, about you hate my dick and fuck it like you mad at it again,” he said.
“That damn mouth!” I told him rolling over on my side, putting my ass on his leg. He opened my cheeks and rubbed his thick dick up and down my crease.
“O’Shea!” I shouted and he laughed. He pulled me toward him, and now, I was on my back. He lay on top of me, dick pressed against my center.
“I will have you begging to get that back broke!” he said.
“You talked that shit last time when I made you go straight to sleep!” I told him. He kissed my neck then sucked on my lips, placing his dick at my entrance with only the head in. He grabbed my breast and flicked his tongue across my nipple really fast then pulled on it with his teeth. My back arched and I almost screamed.
He took his head out and moved it around my clit making me squirm. I wrapped my legs around him.
“Please, put in! I can’t take it!” I moaned. He sat up, pinning my legs up by my ears. He teased my pussy with his nose, then he stiffened his tongue jabbing it into my sweet hole. I grabbed his head.
“Get the fuck off my head!” he said yanking my hands away.
“Put it in!” I screamed then he took the palm of his hand rubbing it against my pussy really fast making me squirt.
“O’Shea, fuck me!” I said.
“Fuck no!” he said sticking his finger in me, twirling it around to feel for my little button that sets me off.
“You know once a nigga find your G-spot it’s a wrap!” he said, fingers deep in my pussy.
“If you squirt one more time for me, I will give you what you want!” he said holding me captive.
“Oh, shit! I’m about to cummmm!” I moaned louder. I could feel the big wave coming down that was ready to send me over the edge. Just when I was about to squirt, he shoved his big dick so far into me, my breath slipped away. I felt myself releasing everything. He pulled it out then fingered my pussy. I was ready to kill his ass! I was so damn horny and he was teasing me.
“Bitch!” I yelled, clocking his ass and he laughed.
“Fuck you hitting me for?” he asked.
I got up walking towards the door. Fuck him! He will be sleeping alone tonight!
“Where the fuck you going?” he asked.
“You playing wrong as hell! I can’t stand your black ass!” I said walking out. All of a sudden, I was being jerked back with my arm bent behind my back. He pushed me against the banister by the stairs, grabbing me by the back of the neck forcing me to bend over.
“Whop! Whop!” he smacked my ass.
“What the—” was all I could get out before he entered me, penetrating my walls. He pulled out and smacked his dick across my ass then shoved it back in, making me cum again instantly. I guess he was mad about what I did to him last time.
“Fuck! Britain! Throw that ass back!” he said grinding into me. I felt that shit all up in me. I felt pregnant with his dick the way it was all up in my stomach.
I shoved it back at him and he pounded into me harder. His balls slapped against my legs as he pounded me so good I couldn’t say one word. I bit my lip from crying because he hit a spot that I didn’t know existed.
“That pussy about to rain on this dick isn’t it?” he asked thrusting harder. Just when that popping noise echoed, he pulled out spreading my cheeks, latching onto my pussy making me scream. Then he came back up shoving his dick into me again, making me squirt.
“I’m about to bust!” he said thrusting harder and his dick throbbed inside of me making me come again. When he pulled out I felt on the floor. I couldn’t feel my legs!
“O’Shea, help me up! I seriously can’t feel my legs!” I cried. He stood there with his legs spread, arms crossed with his big black dick hanging, smiling like he was Superman.
“Hell no!” he said laughing walking into his bedroom.
“I’m fucking you up when I get up!” I told him.
“That’s if you can get up. You better crawl with your elbows how they showed us in school when we practiced stop, drop and roll!” he said smartly.
“If you don’t help me up I’m not cooking your ass breakfast in the morning!” I told him and he sat straight up in bed.
“For real?” he asked.
“Dead serious!” I said and he came walking out into the hallway.
“Stop talking shit like you don’t be wanting the dick then!” he said pulling me up.
As soon as I got into the bed I fell straight to sleep.
O'Shea
I went downstairs to meet my mother at the door. I opened it up and she looked stressed out. She hugged me, which was odd because she never hugged me before.
“Beautiful home!” she said walking in, looking around.
“Thanks!”
“What’s up Shia?” I asked her. She was the baby my mother adopted. She finally got the daughter she wanted. My mother was a doctor but after she adopted Shia she became a stay-at-home mother just doing house visits for elderly patients. Shia was premature and had a lot of complications. My mother didn’t bring her home until she was about seven months old. I know if she and my pops were still together at the time, he would’ve been pissed with his bitch ass.
It’s crazy as fuck how my mama didn’t want shit to do with me but was raising someone else’s child.
“I really need to tell you something!” my mother said.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Britain said coming down the steps in my t-shirt and baller shorts.
“My bad, shorty, I didn’t want to wake you up! Come here and meet my ma dukes!” I told her as she walked into the living room.
Britain walked and looked like she saw a ghost
, “Dr. Smith?” she asked my mother.
“Yes, Britain, it’s me,” my mom answered and she broke down crying.
“Ma, you got to see the yard!” Shia said skipping into the living room. She just got finished looking around.
“Shia?” Britain asked walking up to my sister, grabbing her and hugging her.
“You know them?” I asked Britain and she just held onto Shia crying.
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked.
“That’s her daughter, O’Shea!” my mother said coughing.
“Britain, what hell is going on?” I asked Britain because something about this situation was making my head spin.
