Page 83 of Big Booty

“Yeah.”

“I know she is. And you remember when I snatched her wig off and dragged her knotty-headed ass up and down the playground in back of buildin’ eight, don’t you?”

He removes his fitted. “Miss Simms, I don’t want no problems wit’ you.”

“Oh, I know you don’t. That’s why we’re gonna handle this like two adults. Now, answer my question. How many inches is that dick?”

He shrugs. Tells me he’s never measured it. But knows it’s big. That he can only fit extra-large condoms. My pussy lips pucker. “And you wanted to come up in here and try to rip my daughter’s pussy open with it, didn’t you?”

“Nah, real shit, Miss Simms. I ain’t tryna toss shit up on Asia, but she’s mad wild out there; especially when she’s wit’ that chick CandyLee.”

“CandyLee? Who the fuck is a CandyLee?”

“Candyilicious. But she’s CandyLee in the streets.”

I roll my eyes up in my head. “Well, what does she have to do with you tryna fuck Day’Asia, niggah?”

“No lie. When the two of them together they are hot like firecrackers. And like I said, Asia told me she was eighteen. I’da never got at her if I knew she was only sixteen. But she was talkin’ like she was mad ready for the getdown. But I ain’t know. On e’ery-thing, Miss Simms. I only eff wit’ chicks my age or older.”

“Is that so? And who are you again?”

“Bunz . . . I mean Benjamin.”

I frown. “Benjamin, mmph. Who the fuck gave you that old-ass name?” I put a hand up, stoppin’ him from openin’ his mouth. “Never mind. I already know crack snatched ya momma’s ass. So I’m not gonna say nothin’ bad about ya bald-headed mammy. So, let it go.” He blinks. I tilt my head. “What? Did I say somethin’ to offend you?”

He bites his bottom lip. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Mmmph. I bet you are. And why the hell they call you Buns, any-damn-way?”

“It’s Bunz wit’ a zee.”

“Whatever, niggah. Why they call you that?”

He rubs his chin. “Well, uh, ’cause . . . when I was younger I used to always grab on girls’ with them big booties and wanna hump on ’em.”

I smirk. “Oh, so you an ass man, uh, lil’niggah?”

He nervously laughs, shiftin’ his weight from one foot to the other. “Sumthin’ like that.”

“Well, what the fuck was you tryna stick ya dick up in Day’Asia’s ass for when all she got is big-ass titties? The ass you shoulda been tryna fuck is”—I turn around, glancin’ over my shoulder, then smackin’ my ass—“this one right here. Now if you want me to drop this rape shit, then you drop ya goddamn drawers and come do me right.”

His eyes pop open.

“I ain’t playin’, niggah. You wanna fuck lil’ girls ’n shit. Well, let me show ya black ass how’ta be a man and fuck a woman. Now drop. Them. Drawers.”

He looks at me, tryna figure out if I’m serious. “M-M-Miss Simms, word is bond. I can’t do you like that. I mean, damn . . . whew. Are you serious?”

I walk up on him, take his right hand and shove it between my legs. “Feel that heat?”

He pulls in his bottom lip, noddin’ his head. “Yeah.”

“Then you should know I’m not playin’.” I grab the front of his jeans and grab his dick. It’s already hard . . . brick hard. “Oooh, looks like somebody’s ready to fuck.”

“Damn, M-Miss Simms. Yo, this ain’t right.”

“No, lil’niggah. What’s not right is you tryna fuck a lil’ sixteen-year-old girl’s pussy to shreds.” I stare him in his crooked eyes, but quickly shift my gaze. Lookin’ in them starts to make me dizzy.

Oooh, I’ma have to fuck this niggah with my eyes closed, or let him hit it from the back. Ain’t no way I can look him in his crooked eyes tryna get my nut off.

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