Page 30 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
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Jersey
Maceo was finally able to trace the car back to a chick named Rissa. He ran a background check on her and found all the information that I needed to pay her a visit. She wasn’t even from here, so that meant we had to go on a lil’ field trip. I gathered the information that Maceo got for me and headed to meet my brothers at the truck yard. I pulled up, and they were out front talking to our pops.
“Wassup, fellas?” I greeted when I walked up, slapping hands with my pops and then my brothers. “I just left Maceo and got the info we needed to find out who the fuck trying us. Y’all rolling, or I need to take it solo?” I knew both of my brothers had ladies they had to tend to. Hell, so did I. I wasn’t worried about my girl tripping, though. She knew what I did, and as long as my actions aligned with my words, we didn’t have any problems.
“I’m down. When we leaving?” Houston responded first.
“You know I’m there. Nisha gonna bitch, but she’ll be alright.” Memphis confirmed he would take that ride with me andHouston. More than likely, he was glad we had to take a trip. His baby mama ran him ragged.
“Aight, cool. We can leave out about midnight. It’s about an hour and a half away. I wanna go and come out the same way that I went in… unnoticed.”
“Y’all boys be careful. You know how your mama is. Don’t have me lying for y’all and shit. Go do what needs to be done and get back here.” Our pops put his two cents in.
“You know we got it, Pops. Whoever this Rissa chick is better tell me what I need to know, because I ain’t in the mood for the games and shit. I stayed and kicked it with my pops and brothers for a lil’ while. I needed to go lie up under my girl before I got on this road. I had already told Shanna that I couldn’t pick Jerz up from school, and surprisingly, she didn’t give me no shit.
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I walked into my house, and it smelled like the ocean or some shit. My shit never had an odor, but once I started dating Mylani, it always smelled fresh than a muthafucka in here. I walked into the living room, and she was in the middle of the floor in a yoga position that had me ready to deliver this dick. I resisted and let her do her thing.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed, standing up from the position she was in. My girl was hands down the sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes on. Her smooth honey skin glistened from her workout. She had her hair pulled back in a low braided ponytail.
“Wassup, shawty. I see you in here rearranging my furniture and shit,” I joked, pulling her toward me, cupping her ass and attacking her lips.
“I was gonna move it back when I was done. You got here too fast.”
“Nah, leave it. I’ll move it back. I got some shit to do tonight with my brothers, so I made it my business to come home and kick it with you before I leave.”
“What time do you have to go?” she asked.
“’Round midnight. I’m just going to follow up on a lead and turn right back around. Hopefully, the shit will be that easy.” You never knew with this shit. Shit sounded easy until the time came.
“Oh, okay. I should be up and out your hair by then. I gotta work tonight, anyway.”
“I’m glad I came in early then. What time you planned on going in?”
“Around eight, but I can go a lil’ later. It’s already after five. I won’t have any time with you if I go in then.” She fake pouted.
“Nah, I came home just to be up under your lil’ ass. Tell Sway he’ll be alright. Maybe Candy’s thirsty ass can finally make some money before you get there. That hoe stays trying to finesse a nigga, and baby done been ran through by every nigga in the hood.” Mylani was looking up at me with a disgusted look on her face.
“Don’t look at me like that. That girl wasn’t shit and still ain’t. I ain’t even nut, her pussy was so trash,” I said, truthfully. Wasn’t no need in lying about no old shit.
“Uh huh. I’m about to go take a shower. You coming?” She released herself from my hold and smirked before walking off.
“You damn right, I’m coming. Gone ’head and start that shit, and I’ll be there in a minute to bend your ass over.” I watched my girl waltz up the stairs and disappear inside the room. I shot a quick text to my brothers saying that we would leave from the club. I wasn’t letting my girl be out that late by herself. I’d just have one of the lil’ homies make sure she was safe after I left. Muthafuckas wasn’t that stupid to fuck with mine. Hell, Shanna wasn’t even my girl, and they still knew not to fuck with her.After I hit my brothers up, I made my way upstairs to join my girl in the shower. When I stepped into the bathroom, she had it foggy as hell in there. I stepped out my clothes and slid the shower door back and got in behind her.
“Damn, why the water always gotta be set on hell? I’m surprised that you have any skin left,” I mentioned right before I took that loofah shit she be using out her hands.
“It’s not even that hot. You’re just a punk,” she said snidely.
“Oh word? I’m a punk? Can a punk do this?” Without a warning, I bent her over under the showerhead and rammed my dick so far into her, I knew my shit was choking her.
“Ahh,” she whimpered.
“I’on hear you. What you saying?” I taunted her with every stroke I delivered. She’d think about that shit before she called me a fucking punk again. I felt her muscles grip my dick tighter and knew she was about to bust.
“Let that shit go, ma.” Just like that, she was squirting all over the damn place, and I was right behind her. Good thing we were in the shower.
