Page 97 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Thought yo’ stomach hurt or some shit ’cause you was in the fucking bathroom so long,” he talked as we walked out into the driveway.
“I’m fine.” I nodded, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. When he joined me on the other side, I said, “Your brother asked me to ask you stop fucking me so hard because I’m loud.”
Low cracked up as he reversed and sped off onto the street.
“My bad, Peep. You be loud even when I go slow, so I can’t help him out there. Little nigga better put on some headphones until further notice, because I’ll be damn if I stop getting that.”
“So I’m too loud, huh?” I folded my arms.
“I like it. I like hearing you, recognizing when you about to cum.” He leaned over to kiss me at the red light. “You know you the best I ever had, right?”
“Nigga, please. Your fine ass been fucking bitches since I was in the womb, probably, and seasoned ones at that.”
“I def wasn’t fucking at four, Peep.” He grinned, sliding onto the freeway. “I’m serious though. Most pussy is good enough, but the tighter and wetter, the better. I don’t know how you do it, but that shit be extra fucking wet.”
“Okay, Willow. I don’t wanna hear this.”
My sisters-in-law always complained about how my brothers would recap their sex sessions for them as if they weren’t there too and how mortifying it was. Now, I understood them fully.
“Nah, but being inside you feels amazing. A nigga’s toes be curling and shit. Never had weak legs until you.” He licked his lips as if he were thinking about it. “Real shit, knowing I’m the only one feels good too.”
“Maybe I should fuck a couple niggas at the kickback tonight to be sure I wanna be locked down by you then.” I made like I was thinking on it, ignoring and trying not to laugh at how his attention kept toggling between the freeway and me.
“Ain’t no nigga dumb enough to fuck you tonight, but in case they are, I got some shit in my trunk. First pussy I would ever go out sad over,” he admitted as I laughed, reaching over to massage the nape of his neck.
“You’d do anything for me, huh?”
“Necessary and unnecessary.”
“Even a threesome with another man?”
“Mhm.” He nodded sarcastically, and I burst into laughter, knowing his crazy ass probably wished for that so he could have a nigga to kill.
Bff: Here. Where are you?
Me: Pulling up now.
Bff: That bitch is here.
My stomach dropped at Kailey’s text, knowing she was referring to Gaia. Of course she was.
Bff: Should I run up?
Me: Lol yes.
Bff: Stop Banks because you know I will!
I locked my phone just as Low parked in the midst of about twenty other vehicles in front of Free’s remote and vast ass mansion. I could hear “I Get Around” by Tupac playing, making me shake my head as Low smirked while helping me from his car.
“Is that the theme of the night?” I questioned.
“Not for me,” Low replied, and I don’t know why, but that simple sentence made my heart flutter. I knew he would say something like that, but even as expected as it was, it had an effect on me, making me nudge him for a kiss.
As soon as we stepped inside of the big ass house, I immediately began scouring the room for Kailey. She found me rather quickly, rushing up and wiggling her brows at Low and me. The girls in attendance were already sizing me up, fake smiling, or walking by purposely in effort to get Low’s attentionso he’d know they were present. It was somewhat amusing to me how low some of these bitches would go, all for a ducked off fuck and nothing more.
“Girl, I think I’m already tipsy,” Kailey notified me as I giggled.
We made our way through, Kailey in tow, over to where Free, Taye, Jere, and a few other men I somewhat recognized were.
