Page 15 of So Special: Fanatic Love

She lifted her body and came down slowly. When she came down, her pussy tightened around my dick like a damn vice grip. My hands went to her thighs because I wanted to feel her leg muscles flex. She had to have considerate leg strength to lift and come down as slow as she was. It felt like dick foreplay or something. I’d never experienced anything like it.

“So, tell me, Zane, is this pussy loose?” she asked in a taunting fashion. Her ass knew her shit wasn’t loose. She was playing. When I didn’t respond, she lifted herself again and those muscles tightened on the way up now, but the shit was in a pulse. “Zane, I asked you a question,” she said as she came down with a pussy death grip from hell.

My body bucked. “No, fuck! Your pussy is not loose,” I quickly responded. “Your shit is tighter than a muthafucka.” My pride didn’t want me to admit that, but these pussy muscles wouldn’t let me be great.

One hand went to her hip while the other went to her back to pull her titty into my mouth. I let my teeth apply pressure to her nipple. She hissed and her hips rolled as she bounced faster. With my mouth still on her breast, I mumbled, “Ride that dick, Daisy.”

Starbucks cups, McDonald’s fries, Dunkin’ Donuts.I thought about random shit so I wouldn’t fuck around and nut too early.Tuna salad, fried turkey, ginger ale.This shit was not working at all. Her head flew back and her juices felt like a waterfall on my nuts. When my dick pulsed, I knew it was over.

Daisy popped her little ass off my dick. I started to curse her ass out until she snatched my condom off, then pushed my dick down her throat. Her cheeks collapsed inwardly, and she sucked the head of my dick. One of her hands wrapped around my dick in a spin-jacking motion. Her other hand cuffed my nuts. She squeezed them like you squeezed one of them stress balls with just enough pressure to drive me fucking crazy.

“Daisy! Daisy!” I had never in my thirty years of living yelled a bitch’s name during sex. “Argh, fuck!” The way my nut came out of me felt like a pressurized bottle. My eyes blurred. Her crazy ass still sucked my head like I didn’t just fill her damn mouth with a pint of cum. Her moans let me know that she enjoyed this just as much as I did.

Pop.There went that popping sound of her taking my dick out of her mouth. She stood up with that little ass skirt still on. “That was good. Dick size, ten. I didn’t give you much opportunity to fuck me back since it was my job to fuck you this time, so I’ll rate that next time. Stamina, I’ll give you a seven. I never expect a nigga to last long the first time in Suga Melon.”

She grabbed her shirt and panties from the floor. “I’m going to step in your bathroom to get cleaned up then I’m going to head out.” She didn’t wait for permission before she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. After a few seconds, I heard the water in the sink turn on.

I sat there with my dick resting on my thigh. Both of us were wondering what the fuck just happened. Did that bitch give me a seven for stamina? Who the fuck rates the performance after the performance with the performer? Like this was some kind of review or something. I finally got up right before she appeared from the bathroom with a refreshed look.

“Thank you for the dick, sweetie.” Her glasses were back on her face, and she’d transformed back into the IRS tax agent, librarian. She walked over to me and stood on her tip toes, which prompted me to lean down a bit. She kissed my cheek. “Hit me up on IG if you’re trying to do this again and I’ll do the same.”

She took a step back and looked at my dick that was still out and bit her bottom lip. She turned on her heel, then walked to the door. Over her shoulder before she walked out of the suite, she said, “I’ll see you around.”

Did I just get hoed?I tried to formulate what had just happened, but I came up blank. First, I’d never had a female fuck me and want to leave immediately after. Most of the bitches I’d fucked wanted to spend the night and shit. Next, her ass didn’t even give me her phone number. She told me to hit her on IG like I was the fucking groupie. All I could do was shake my head with a chuckle because what kind of tomfoolery was this?

A Little Time Later…

“She asked you about Birdie?” I asked Asher. We were at his parents’ house chilling in the den with his pops. Me and Asher were enjoying the little bit of a break that we had left before we got revved up for spring practice. Mama Lina was in the kitchen cooking, so there was no other place that I wanted to be.

Asher sighed loudly. “Yeah, man. She ask who she been, so I tell her. Ain’t been nothin fa me to be shame bout. Ion fuck wit Birdie and ain’t fuck wit that girl in years.” He took a sip of his bottle of water. “Also, yeah, Kat my baby mama, but she ain’t my lil one.”

“Yet,” Pop Collin said without taking his eyes off the television. When Asher asked him to repeat himself, he turned his attention from the television. “I say dat girl ain’t ya lil one yet.” He tittered. “Son, I watched how you looked at dat girl and dem eyes was starry. You think I ain’t hear when yo ass cuss Pettie out about talkin bout her ass.”

He shook his head. “Man, Daddy, dat ain’t mean nothin. She not my lil one, but she still my baby mama. Dats all dat was.”

Pop Collin chortled then stopped abruptly. “Let me put you up on game. All da year you been in da league and even before dat, you ain’t neva forget ta strap up.” He paused. “I know foa fact dat you been sloppy drunk befo and still rememba to strap up.”

He had a point there. I remembered that night vividly. Hell, Pop Collin had to come get both of our asses. That was how he knew that he was sloppy drunk.

“You really expect me ta believe dat you jus forgot to strap up wit dat girl?” Pop Collin asked. “You came from me, lil nigga. You a part of me. I know you betta dan you know yaself.”

“Aye, what those females say when someone gets read? Oops or some shit,” I said before I fell out laughing. I loved Pop because he always spoke the truth.

I’ve never had a father figure in my life because my mother was moss that got caught on rolling stones. I loved my mama Porsha, but I wasn’t sure if it was reciprocal. Growing up, she only did just enough to not be considered a neglectful mother. Although she did it, it wasn’t without her talking shit as she did it. When it came to this football shit, she never came to any of my games and often told me that she didn’t think I was good enough to make it anywhere serious.

When I got a full ride to a D-One school, she still was on her bullshit. It wasn’t until she heard that I was drafted that she started to give a fuck. Notice I said heard because she wasn’t there for the shit. She popped up a couple weeks later at my apartment asking for money. I didn’t have to, nor did she deserve it, but I still made sure she was set up.

As soon as I got my first check, I bought her a four bedroom, two-and-a-half-bathroom house on the best side of Augusta, Georgia where I was born and raised. The house was paid for with her name on the deed. I also got her a luxury SUV and put a million in her bank account. When I presented all of that to her, she wasn’t appreciative at all.It’s the least you can do for the woman who birthed you.

Less than a year later, she was on my line to tell me she wanted a bigger house, newer car, and more money. I told her ass hell no. That was the first time that I’d heard from her since I gave her the house, money, and car. Furthermore, she wasn’t living in the house. She had it listed as a short-term rental property. I had no plans to trip when I found out since it was her house in her name. It was actually a smart move since she had no mortgage to cover.

I listened to Asher and his dad continue to go back and forth about Katniss. It was entertaining as hell.

“Aye, Zane, what you got going on, son?” Pop Collin pulled me out of my thoughts with his question.

“Oh, I’m chilling, Pops,” I answered. “You know how I do. I’m not worried about these females.”

Asher laughed. “Daddy, I call BS on dat. E been almost two weeks since dis man left the hookah spot with Kat best friend. I ain’t heard him say nothin bout what happened. Dat man ain’t say boo bout dat night, Daddy.”

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