Page 12 of Deuce

“Who is that?”

“A small hiccup in tonight’s mission. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of her.”

I could hear her clicking away. A few seconds later, she rattled off the address.

“527 Landslide Drive.”

“Thanks. Go on and get your beauty rest cause we know you need it.”

“Fuck you, Deuce. I hope your dick stays soft the rest of the night, trick ass nigga.”

She hung up the phone with me laughing in her ear. I loved fucking with her. Until Mia came along, she was the only girl and the baby of the family. She wore the brunt of our harassment, but it was all love. She was more than happy to have a sister to share us with these days. They loved trying to jump any one of us. For the most part, they always got Kerrion’s ass. He was their training partner in hand-to-hand combat. Somehow, the student surpassed the master. Sometimes they didn’t even need help with shit, they just wanted to fight and he was an easy target for them.

Returning my phone to the dresser, went to my duffel and grabbed the pair of Versace boxers and socks I packed and slipped them on, followed by the Nike sweats and t-shirt. Santana came out of the bathroom as I slipped my jewelry on. My eyes went to those perky ass titties and her clean-shaven pussy.

“You leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah. I have something I need to check out. I left you something on the dresser.”

She smirked as she sauntered over to me. Her hand slipped into my sweats, and she gripped my dick.

“You can’t spare me fifteen more minutes, Daddy?” she asked, stroking it. “My pussy is feeling neglected since you gave all your attention to my mouth.”

She started kissing on my neck as her hands worked my pants and boxers down to whip my dick out.

“Mmm…. Look at him.”

She pulled her hand away and climbed on the bed with her back to me. When she dropped into a perfect arch, her pretty pussy peeked out at me. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she began playing with it. That muthafucka was so wet it was that it started talking back.

Santana moaned. “Oooo… she’s saying come fuck me.”

She slapped her pussy, and that made my dick jump. Precum leaked from the head. It was rare that she topped me off and I not fuck her. My man knew that and he wasn’t playing with me. I grabbed a condom from my bag and stroked my dick as I stepped behind her.

“You think you slick,” I said, slapping her ass hard.

She moaned as she did a lil’ twerk. “You’re about to find out.”

I slipped on the condom and lined the head of my dick up with her entrance.

“Since you wanna dance, twerk on my shit like that.”

She was happy to oblige me. She didn’t need we any assistance as she sucked my dick into her walls. I tossed my head back with a groan.

“Fuck!”

Maybe a visit to Salima’s could wait until morning.

“So mama?—”

The sound of her kissing her teeth made me pause.

“What, Stanley?”

She only called me that when she was annoyed with me.

“Whatchu’ callin’ me that for?”

“Because you’re about the get on my nerves. I can feel it. Every time you start with that, some bullshit follows.

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