Page 24 of My Brother's Keeper
He smiled. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes!”I moaned.
“Your wish is my command.”
He kissed my neck before he helped me out of my shirt. He unsnapped my bra with one hand and slid my sweats off. He stood before me and came out of his pants. “Wait, don’t your brothers live here too?”
“They're away for the night. It’s just me and you, Symph, calm down.”
I nodded. He placed one of my legs over the back of the couch and the other on the coffee table. “I want you spread wide. I want to see everything, that pretty pussy that matches that pretty fucking face,” he gritted.
He gripped his dick in his hand as he tapped at my pussy before sliding it up and down my slit. He circled the head around my clit before entering me. Every fucking inch, I swallowed him up. “Mmm, shit,” he groaned.
Both hands to my waist, Mison rolled his body so smoothly, and his dick understood the assignment. My stomach sank as he was serving me up something great. “So so good,” I whispered.
He shook his head as he grabbed my leg that was on the back of the couch, holding it straight up. He rolled, then pounded.
Roll, Pound.
“Your pussy likes me. She’s talking real nice to a nigga,” he moaned. “Mm.”
Roll, pound.
“She is so fucking sweet I can taste her on my tongue. Sweet fucking Symphony.”
Roll, pound.
Between his hip rolls, pounds, and talking, a bitch was losing her mind. Most niggas swore they could fuck but could barely give a full ten minutes, but this man was giving drunk nigga dick. Mison’s hand slid down as he opened me back up, applying pressure to my inner thighs, and began grinding.
“Ah, ooo yes. Why is it so fucking good?” I said as my face grimaced.
I grabbed the pillow, putting it over my face, and bit into it. “Uuhhh!” I gurgled.
The pillow went flying from my face across the room. “Nah, I want to watch you while you take this dick, baby. I’ve been waiting years for this moment. I want to see it all. Now cum for a nigga.”
Roll, pound, pound.
He reached over, grabbed the whiskey bottle, chugged some down, and slammed the bottle on the table. “I want you to nut all on it.”
Roll, pound, pound.
He didn’t have to worry because all that he was doing was working. Mison fucked me for the next thirty minutes and I came twice. My head was spinning, my breath was short, but I felt good at least for that moment. Then it was back to reality: Kareem being out, and my father not getting his justice.
FLEX
I watched as Kareem rolled a blunt while sitting on my couch. I knew that following Mison wouldn’t go well. However, I was curious about what he and Mison had taken that had him on this downward spiral. “What was it?”
He stopped mid-roll as his head eased my way. “Fuck are you talking about?”
I smacked my lips. “Nigga it’s clear you're around here acting manic as fuck for a reason. So, what the fuck is it that is so important you can’t let this shit go! Isn’t Keith supposed to go to college? He is straight. If you ask me, this is bigger than Keith.”
Kareem gritted his teeth. “Yeah, the nigga just started at TSU. How do you think he got in? It sure wasn’t Bishop. Look, when you've got some power on your back and you somehow owe money, the stakes are high. That nigga Mison has something that could at least get me and my brother out of here. I will figure everything else out later.”
He owed someone money, and it started to make sense now. “Who do you owe, and why would you owe money?”
Kareem slammed his hand on the table. “Goddamn Flex Cochran. What’s with the fucking questions!” he snapped.
I let him finish rolling his blunt and take a pull before I started again. “Because I’m trying to help you, and before I can do what I need to, I want to know everything.”
