Page 16 of So Special: Fanatic Love

I wanted to punch Asher in his chest for bringing that shit up now. He hadn’t said anything about it since that night, but now in front of Pops, he wanted to bring it up. Pops glanced at me with a raised brow. “Da only time a man don’t tell e best homeboy about a female and e sex is if he see potential in em.”

I got up from my seat. “I’m not about to play with y’all. I’m about to go check on Mama.” I heard them laughing at my expense while I walked toward the kitchen, but I didn’t care.

It’s not that I saw some kind of potential in Daisy. She was just different than other bitches. We all knew that different could be intriguing. That’s all it was in the moment, but I knew me enough to know that I would get over that shit. She inboxed me the other day for some dick, but I curved her. I had another bitch on my dick when she reached out.

“Mama, what you doing in here?” I asked when I crossed the kitchen threshold. She moved around the kitchen without effort. Their kitchen was huge with two ovens and an eight-eye stove top with a grill plate between them. The refrigerator was enormous to the point that I thought it was custom made. Mama Lina loved to cook and entertain so she made sure there was always food in the house. She was the type of person to tell me and Asher on a Wednesday to invite the team over next Mondayfor dinner. She would call her friends over and they would get to cooking.

She finished stirring in the pot that she was over before she turned around. Her smile was bright. “Hey, baby boy. You know I in here makin sure my boys eat. I waitin fa Tiara wit my grans.”

“Oh, Tiara is bringing Ashtan too?” I smiled. “Asher ain’t tell me that.”

Her face scrunched. “What my gran comin ova got to do with e daddy?” She asked like she expected an answer, but I knew she didn’t. “I call Kat and tell ha dat my gran been coming her.”

I shook my head with a chuckle. “Mama Lina, what if she had something to do with Asher? Or what if his other grandmother was going to get him?”

The way she looked at me told me she was about to say something ignorant as hell. This woman didn’t blink. “Zane, dat lady had ten mont wit my grandbaby and ain’t nobody botha ha. She betta sit ha ass down and wait ha turn like a good grandmama. E my time to get ta know my gran. She wan see em, she welcome here.”

Mama Lina was serious too. Wasn’t nobody fucking with Mama Lina. My phone buzzed in my pocket prompting me to pull it out. I rolled my eyes. I mumbled that I didn’t want to talk to the person ringing my line. When Mama Lina asked who it was, I told her, and she told me to put it on speakerphone.

I answered on the fourth ring.“What’s up, Porsha?”I swear that I must have thought her up.

“Damn, Zane, it’s Porsha now, not Mama?”she quipped back like she genuinely cared. I had been calling her by her first name since my mid-twenties. Her making a big deal about it told me that for some reason she wanted me to think of her as a mother. That generally meant she was trying to flex in front of someone.

I was silent for a moment.“Porsha, did you need something? I haven’t spoken to you in a little bit, so what’s up?”

“Okay, well you want to get right to it.”There was shuffling on the other end.“I need some money. Fifty thousand should do.”

This woman couldn’t be serious. I hadn’t heard from this woman in months, but she felt comfortable to call me out of the blue to ask for not a thousand or even five, but fifty thousand dollars. Those years ago, when I told her no to a bigger house and new car, she sold her house and car. My mother was an old ass groupie, so I knew she had a nigga or two funding her lifestyle. She loved fucking with married men so she could hold shit over their heads to get them to do what she wanted. I’d witnessed her getting her ass beat many times by wives when I was younger.

Before I could respond, Mama Lina did.“No, my boy ain’t bout to give you a fuckin dime. Get da shit from whoeva you fuckin.”

“Who the fuck is this?”Porsha yelled into the phone.“Zane, who do you have disrespecting your mother? Is this what we’re doing now?

“Girl, shet da hell up! You ain’t bit more his mama than a crackhead ain’t a teef. I dis boy mama, so you can get off his line befo I come and beat ya ass.”Mama Lina did not play about me.

She had been like that since I came into Asher’s life. At first it was a foreign feeling. My love map was so fucked up by my mother that it took me a while to be comfortable with it and know that it was alright to accept her love.

There was silence on the other end for a moment. When my mother spoke again, I could tell that she’d taken the call off speakerphone. She more than likely called me with someone inthe background thinking that I would just give her the money. I had every intention to tell her no.“Bitch, you’re not going to do shit. Fuck you! Zane, you better put that money in my account. You know the number.”

She disconnected the line, not giving me a chance to say shit. My blood pressure rose at just the thought of Porsha. Mama Lina went back to her pot while she popped shit. When she turned back to face me, she put her finger up. “Let me tell you something. Don’t you give dat bitch shit, even a fuckin thought. Matta fact, block ha numba. She call you gain, I’m gon find her and beat her ass, hear?”

She turned back to the pot. She still mumbled about someone messing with her boy. I appreciated the Wilsons for giving me the family that I never knew I needed at my grown age. I immediately blocked her phone number as well as her social media accounts. I would always do what my mama told me to do.

Some Nights Later…

“Fuck, Zane! Just like that! Hit that corner,” Daisy said before she let out a moan. I reached out to her yesterday to let her know I wanted to get in that pussy again. She was down and told me to book the room.

There was no way that I would let her bitch me. I refused to let her mouth get anywhere near my dick before I put my dick in her. She came into the room, and I met her at the door. Her always being with the sexual shits was such a fucking turn on. Her ass walked in the room, stripped her clothes off, then climbed on the bed. She laid on her back, opened her legs andstarted playing with that lil pussy. I’d never seen a pussy so pretty.

I watched her get that pussy wet. Once it was, she turned over and put the perfect dropped arch in her back. She had a little but plump booty. When that muthafucka started to clap, I put a condom on my hard dick and slid into her. That pussy was still tight as a muthafucka.

“You taking this dick, Daisy.” I commended her. A lot of the bitches I fucked whined when I fucked them. Not Daisy though. Her ass asked me to fuck her harder.

She peered over her shoulder. “Fucking you is light work, baby. Suga Melon is top tier pussy in a class of her own.”

That was the shit I talked about. She had a way of getting in ya head with her shit talking. I had never met a female that talked as much shit as she did and could actually back it up. Suga Melon pulsed. I learned quickly that was a sign that she was about to wet me up. The grunt she let out combined with her body tremor was all I needed. I was comfortable with the three orgasms that she had during this session.

I started drilling her from different angles. The sight of her gripping the sheets brought me great pleasure. When my nut hit the tip of my dick, I pulled out. My mind told me that the condom could possibly break from the force of my nut. “Fuck that was good as hell!”

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