Page 12 of Save Room for Us

“I got you. By tomorrow,” Grady assured me.

I dapped both them niggas up and then left. As soon as my whip pulled onto the gravelly ass road, beginning my trip back into the city, my phone rang. I saw Milan’s name, and since I could definitely use some pussy, I answered.

“What’s up?” I asked, getting comfortable in my driver’s seat.

“Hey, are you busy tonight?” she cooed.

I smirked, already knowing what she was on, and I was definitely in the muthafuckin’ mood. And like usual, as my dick hardened slightly, I thought about Anastazia.

She was pretty as fuck, but I’d met a lot of beautiful ass women; however, she was different to a nigga. She was smart, sexy, and my favorite thing about her was her chill demeanor. She and Analicia were a lot alike, but whereas Analicia was more extroverted, the type to make everybody get up and dance if music was playing, Anastazia was the more laid-back, observant type.

I didn’t meet too many women like that, especially with my line of work. Bitches always wanted to be seen and in the middle of some shit, and because I was a low-key nigga, I wanted a woman to match my vibe. And while most niggas were scared shitless of Anastazia at the moment, I found her actions against that fuck nigga Cedric gangsta and sexy as hell. Not too many women would load up and pop a nigga all on their own.

As you might have guessed, Milan wasn’t anything close to being low-key. She was fine, a good fuck, would legit let a nigga put it in any hole she had, but outside the bedroom, she did too much for me. Always twerking, always loud, always wanting people to know I was in her guts periodically, always wanting to be looked at, spoken about, followed on social media—some shit I didn’t even use really—and anything else that would put her in the spotlight.

I wasn’t saying I wanted a boring, don’t-wanna-do-shit ass female. I just wanted a woman who sat pretty in that sweet spot. She could be fun, but she could also sit her ass down and just kick it or go a day without posting a video of herself shaking ass just for niggas to comment on it. While I enjoyed Milan’s videos as much as the next nigga, the ones she sent me since I didn’t frequent social media enough to catch them muthafuckas on my own, all it did was make me wanna fuck and nothing else.

“I’m not busy,” I answered.

“Oh, good. You should come see me, daddy.”

“Oh, I should?” I smiled.

“Yes. I got it set out for you, so it’s perfect that you don’t have any plans.”

“What you got for me?”

“Come see.” She giggled salaciously.

“Aight. I’ll be there in an hour or some shit.”

Milan happily got off my line, and twenty-five minutes later, I was at her condo building, riding up.

Before I even rang her doorbell good, she was opening the door in next to fucking nothing.

Leaning against the doorway, she let her silk robe fall open further to show off the crotchless panties and pasties she had on.

“Hi.” She smiled as I took her in, going inside and letting my hands grace her small waist.

She giggled as I squeezed and smacked her plump ass, before she took my hand and led me through her spot that she’d taken her time to set the mood in.

As I sat on the bed, she straddled me, and I got right to tugging on her underwear. Despite them muthafuckas being crotchless, they hindered a nigga from really diving deep in that pussy the way I liked to. Not to mention, I wanted access to every fucking thing.

“What you doing?” I quizzed, frustrated when she moved my hands away, grinning.

“Before we go there, how was your day?”

“Straight.” I got back to sucking on her neck.

“Sif,” she whined, “why don’t you ever give me anything or tell me much of anything?”

“It don’t fucking matter how my day was, Milan. That’s ain’t what a nigga is here for. That’s not what you around me for. I came here to get a nut off, not go to fucking therapy.”

“Alright.” She nodded, climbing from my lap and pulling on the waistband of my sweats.

I lay back on her plush ass bed as she took me into her warm ass mouth, sucking me off with passion like her ass always did.

“Damn, love.” I groaned, palming the back of her head and guiding her slightly, loving the way she sounded when she gagged a little fucking bit.

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