Page 20 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Damn, girl.” He panted. “Dance on this dick.”
I tried my best to keep up with him and the beat, but after a while, I ended up losing the battle. He started delivering the most detrimental yet pleasurable back shots I’d ever encountered in my life.
“Daddy, wait! Oh shit! Wait,” I yelped, but it fell on deaf ears.
“Nah, I ain’t got time to wait. Get this dick,” he demanded, slapping my ass with both hands for dramatic effect.
“I’m about to cum!”
“I feel that shit. I’m right there with you.” He grunted right before his body went rigid.
“Fuck!”
We both came hard as hell and collapsed on the bed. I felt like I’d just ran in a triathlon, the way my heart was beating. I felt him raise off me and heard him pad to the bathroom. After hearing the toilet flush, I heard the water come on. When he came back in the room, he tapped me on the butt to get my attention.
“Turn over and open up.” I did as instructed and lay there as he wiped me clean. I was too tired to put my actual nightclothes on, so I stayed right there until he reappeared.
“Can you pass me my bag so I can put my pajamas on?” I asked, sleepily.
“Nah, you good. I prefer you this way. Just take them damn heels off. Them shits might get dangerous in the middle of the night.” I laughed at his comment and kicked my shoes off. He turned the music off and slipped into the bed behind me.
“You know you my girl now, right? No need in playing ’round with the shit. After what I just experienced, I’ll kill you and every nigga you encounter if it meant that you would only be mine. So, what you say?” he asked, like it wasn’t an underlying threat in his statement.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked just to mess with him.
“Not really, but I’ll let you think you did.”
“In that case, I guess you got yourself a girlfriend.” I simpered.
“I know that’s right. Come show your nigga what he can look forward to,” he instructed, leaning over and grabbing another condom off the nightstand.
For the rest of the night, I did just what my man asked and showed him exactly what he had the pleasure of looking forward to.
13
Tasha
I was ten days over my deadline that Shanna had given me. I was furious that she would put her sister out over a few dollars, but I shouldn’t have expected less from her. I had just got in from work when I tried to use my key to get in and it didn’t work.
“The fuck? I know she didn’t change the locks on me,” I said to myself as I banged on the door.
“Jerz, where is your mom?” I asked when my nephew opened the door.
“She’s in her room.”
Before I could make it to her room, she was headed in our direction.
“Tasha, was that you banging on my door like that?”
“Yeah, I was. Did you change the locks?”
“I did. Your deadline is up, and I told you I wasn’t about to stop having Jersey paying my bills because you’re using my home as a shelter.” The audacity of this bitch.
“Are you serious right now? I’m your sister, and you’d put me out over a nigga that ain’t even thinking about you?”
“I’m not even worried about that. He’s Jerz’s father, and that in turn makes me his obligation. He pays all the bills while I sit on my ass. So, if he says you gotta go, then you gotta go. Simple as that,” she justified, like any of it made sense.
“You’re full of shit. You have a whole nigga that can pay your bills, but you wanna stay in Jersey’s pocket. How long you think his lil’ girlfriend gonna go for that?” I knew that would ruffle her feathers because she just knew that Jersey was holding off on relationships because he was gonna be a family with her.
