Page 9 of Hooked on Loving Him

“Okay. Did you put nuts in the brownies? I can only eat them filled with lots of nuts,” Mycah asks, smirking.

“Yes. I know about your love of all things nuts,” I say, smiling.

“Baby, speaking of nuts. Let me tell y’all about this nigga whose nut had me throwing up last week. I ain’t never had a nigga’s nut smell like two-week-old bath water while tasting like cow manure,” Jordan says as we begin making our plates, causing me to stop and look at her.

“Uh, how do you know what cow manure tastes like?” Mycah asks again, taking the question from my mouth as if she has an inside track of my thoughts.

“Focus. I met ole boy on Facebook’s dating page, and my intentions were only to find a little dip I can hit up when I want a release. Chile, this nigga should have come with the warning label… may endanger your esophagus or something because his ass had me throwing up for fifteen minutes,” Jordan provides, frowning as if she can either taste the man’s nut now or her stomach is remembering the incident and causing her some discomfort.

“Facebook has a dating page?” I ask.

“Yes. I ain’t interested in dating anyone, but the tomfoolery hitting my page is enough to request the site be banned,” Jordan adds.

“Couldn’t be too bad if you found someone’s dick to put in your mouth,” Mycah says, shrugging.

“Girl, desperation and horniness almost had my ass placing ads in the paper. Shit. I should have after fucking around with Gag Caddy Eddie.” Jordan’s curling lip and wrinkling nose have Mycah and me laughing as we continue making our plates.

“Why the name, girl?” I ask.

“The nigga said he works at a golf course, so yeah… Gag Caddy Eddie is who he’ll always be. His stupid ass had the nerve to hit me up on Messenger, talking about don’t tell anyone we were together. I cussed his bitch ass out and told him that I wouldn’t tell the devil we were together and to forget what my mouth couldn’t do. I blocked his bitch ass after making a postwarning other women about his lack of water intake and proper dick hygiene,” Jordan says.

“Let’s pray over this food before we go any further because more than this food needs God’s blessings,” I say once we’re sitting at the table with our food.

“Wait, you ain’t even in church. Let’s call Big Daddy Renzo to pray,” Jordan says.

“Father, in the name of Jesus. Before anything, slap Jordan as only you can.” I start praying, and laughter fills my kitchen, causing my lips to upturn as I petition God in prayer.

“Damn.Where did this shit come from?” I say, frowning as the sky drops, causing rain to pelt my car, and thunder and lightning accompany it.

The light of day has gone, and most people are, I’m sure, in the comforts of their homes, making this storm not as cumbersome as it is for me.

“Fuck!” I groan while my right hand grips the head of hair bobbing in my lap, reminding me of her presence.

*Gawk! Gawk*

Moisture hitting my thighs has me taking my eyes from the wet road, admiring the body hovering over my center console while giving me head. She’s the reason I haven’t made it home yet and traveling in this torrential downpour.

“Shit! Suck that shit, Honesty.”

Honesty Crockett is someone I’ve been entertaining here and there for the last year or so. However, no one knows about her, as she isn’t worth talking about since I’m only interested in how deep her mouth can inhale my dick. Honesty is something I do in my spare time to help me sleep after releasing multiple nuts. Nightmares from my parents’ deaths keep me from sleeping peacefully, so Honesty serves a purpose only my dick can enjoy.

“I love your dick, Kayshon,” Honesty moans, coming up for a second as I smirk and return my focus to the road so I don’t crash into anything.

“I love that you love this mothafucka too. Deep throat it like you love it, girl.”

My toes curl in my shoes when Honesty’s warm mouth envelops my dick as gagging sounds around the interior drown out the light music playing on the radio. My grip tightens on Honesty’s hair, almost ripping it from her head as my nut rushes out of my tip without my permission.

“Grrr.” I growl like a bear awakening after a deep hibernation as my left hand turns white from holding onto the steering wheel so tight.

Blinking slowly, I swallow over the moisture in my throat as Honesty releases my dick from her mouth and eases back into her seat.

“The heat from your cum always causes me to orgasm even without you penetrating me, Kayshon. Why won’t you consider me for more than draining your dick?” Honesty asks.

I open my mouth to respond until I see a figure kicking the flat tire of the vehicle haphazardly parked on the side of the road.My brows wrinkle instantly as an unfamiliar feeling enters my body, forcing me to pull behind the car.

“What the hell are you doing?” Honesty asks when I put the gear in park and grab the handle of my driver’s door.

“Sit tight,” I say, leaving the vehicle as the rain hits my body, and I feel like someone is throwing rocks at me.

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