Page 67 of Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

I slide my right hand between my thighs and massage the front of my pussy, lightly brushin’ my clit while gobblin’ up this muhfucka’s cock. I spit on it. Suck it real nasty-like, smackin’ my face, lips and tongue wit’ it; jackin’ it while nibblin’ ’n lickin’ and suckin’ on his balls. Then bury his dick in my warm mouth and slow suck the muhfucka, balls deep.

“Aaaaaaaah, fuck man…aaaaaah, shit…gotdaaaamn…”

I spit on it again, stroke it, squeeze his balls, then run his dick back down in my throat, lappin’ at his balls. Hold the head in my throat, workin’ this fat, juicy muhfucka ova wit’ my long tongue while strokin’ my pussy.

“Oh, daaaamn…I like that…shiiiiiiit…ooooh, oooooh….that’s right, baby…spit all over that shit. You can do whatever u want wit’ it… this is your dick, baby…Suck on them balls for me.”

This is your dick, baby… I roll my eyes up in my head. Yeah, right, nigga! How many otha bitches you run that shit to?

When I’ve given this nigga all I’m gonna give ’em, I pull his dick from outta my throat, then get outta bed.

He looks up, all wide-eyed ’n crazy. “Yo, why you stop?”

I open up a drawer, pull out a silk purple teddy, then shimmy into it. “It’s time for you to go,” I tell ’em ova my shoulder as I’m slippin’ its straps over my shoulders.

“Say what? You fuckin’ wit’ me, right?”

I stare at ’im, tilt my head. “Hell, no, I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you, muhfucka. Get ya shit on and bounce.”

He blinks. I walk ova to his clothes piled up in the middle of the floor, tossin’ ’im his boxers. “Let’s go, nigga.”

He’s still sittin’ here, starin’ at me. I stare back, placin’ my hands up on my hips. He sucks his teeth, snatches ’em from off the bed, then gets outta the bed. His dick is on rock. I can tell the nigga’s heated. But I don’t give a fuck. He slips on his boxers. His dick is pokin’ outta the slit. I almost laugh.

“Yo, you really gonna put me out wit’ this hard-ass dick?”

“Yup.”

He shakes his head. “Yo, that’s fucked up; word up.”

“I’m sure you gotta ’nother line’a hoes you can hit up to feed da dick to.”

He walks up on me. “Yeah, aiight, if you say so. But, you already know what it is. You know I ain’t tryna fuck wit’ no one else so why you trippin’ ’n shit.” I ig his ass. Tell ‘’im to hurry up ’n step. He snatches me up; manhandles me. And the shit makes my pussy pop. “Yo, you really gonna do this.” He grinds himself into me. “You feel all this hard-ass dick?”

I ain’t gonna front. I wanna drop down low and finish this muhfucka off. Bitch, stick to da script…put da nigga out. I push ’im back wit’ my hand, then step outta his way.

I pop my hips toward the door. “I’ll meet you downstairs. And don’t take too long puttin’ ya shit on, either.”

He laughs, shakin’ his head. “Yo, I don’t believe this shit.”

“Believe it,” I say, walkin’ outta the room and down the stairs.

Five minutes later, he comes down fully dressed. I can see how a weak bitch could get caught up in the matrix and get strung the fuck out on this chocolate muhfucka. The nigga ain’t lie. He got good dick, good tongue, and a buncha good damn game.

He steps up in my space, smirkin’. “Yo, you got that off, ma. Real fucked up. But, it’s all good. I got you, though. I’ma be back thru.”

I grin. “Yeah, if you say so.”

He pulls me back into ’im. And I let ’im. “I know you think I ain’t shit. But I told you, a muhfucka’s ready to change.” He grabs me by the ass, squeezes. “I want you, Kat; real talk. All I’m askin’ is for you to give a muhfucka a chance. Damn.”

“Muhfucka, you don’t want me. You wanna have me wrapped ’round ya finga, sweatin’ ya ass, that’s all.”

The way the nigga’s gazin’ at me is makin’ a bitch’s knees wobble. “Nah, you wrong, baby.”

“I’m not ya baby. I keep tellin’ you that.”

“Yo, check this shit out,” he unzips his jeans, fishin’ out his dick. “You see this dick”—he shakes it in front’a me—“it’s yours. I’m yours. Yeah, I’ve fucked mad bitches, aiight. I told you this. And, yeah I can fuck ’em anytime I want, and I got ’em sweatin’ a muhfucka for this dick. You know that shit, too. And you already know I gotta buncha bitches who hit a nigga up wit’ that paper. All that shit’s been established already. So what? I ain’t feelin’ ’em like that. I done put da shit out there for you; straight up. No secrets. No bullshit. And that’s what it is.”

I shrug. “So what you tellin’ me for?”

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