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I felt Felicia’s pussy leaking around the thick nine inches that I was penetrating her with.
“Shit, this dick is good, baby.”
“Cum on it then.”
In response, she began to pant in high pitches. Her pussy tightened around my dick. I knew she was cumming. I gave her deep strokes that tapped the back of her walls aggressively.
“Shiiiit!!”
“Cum on, baby.”
“Fuuuuuuck!!”
“I love you, baby,” I crooned into her ear to encourage that nut. “Daddy loves you.”
I didn’t, but it got the job done. I felt her releasing all over me. Her juices were so warm that they encouraged my ownorgasm. I hopped out of her just in time to empty my seed into the condom. I rested on one elbow with my eyes closed as I began to release. Suddenly, I felt another hand around my length. Felicia was taking the condom off. She pushed my hand to the side and started to give me head as I continued to cum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled. I fought to keep a bitch–like moan from escaping my throat.
“Argh!!”
Felicia giggled as she sucked out every drop.
“Shit!” I fell back on her comforter as I finally finished nutting. I was sweating, couldn’t breathe, and was numb from how hard I had just cum. It felt like I couldn’t move.
But I had to get up and take care of business.
Felicia mean-mugged me as she watched me hop up and start to get dressed. I ignored the way she scowled at me with irritation while I was also ignoring another call from Solae. She’d called me more than a hundred times, it seemed like. She had sent me just as many text messages.
She was hurt, but she deserved it.
She would learn not to be so disloyal to a nigga like me.
“You’re leaving?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as Felicia’s attitude seeped through the air.
“Yeah. Got some shit to take care of.”
Before she could say anything, I smacked her ass and tongued her down. The look on her face told on her. I knew she was creaming between her legs and that whatever attitude she wanted to have was gone.
“I’ll be back,” I lied.
She was content with that, so I bounced to go holler at Carlos.
Things were getting tight, and Moses was getting antsy. He hadn’t even been to the studio since Kahlani got arrested. We were in the hole with Carlos for the product Moses lost. I was in the hole period. Just the thought of not having the money I went through so much to get, pissed me off as I glided through the South Side of the city. Just the thought of it made me want to smack fire from Solae.
I had always been too arrogant to ask, but I needed Carlos to front me some work. I wasn’t in the drug game, but Moses was. Since he wanted to get this money, I was about to put him to work.
I met Carlos at one of his spots on Sixty–Third and King Drive. I slid into the passenger side of his foreign whip that was so pretty it made my dick hard. I was convinced that he could afford to help a man that had been his homeboy since we were knee–high.
He gave me a nod, asking, “What’s good, Rah?”
We dapped up, and I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “Appreciate you meeting me, Los. I needed to holler at you real quick.”
“Yeah? About what?”
I cleared my throat, hating that I even had to say it. “I need you to front me some work.”
For a second, silence filled the car, then Carlos let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head like I just told him the funniest joke of the year.
