Ginger
I don’t know why, but for some reason, I felt like we connected on a deeper level. Yes, he could be mean, cocky, and straightforward, but at least I knew where he was comin’ from.
He walked back toward the couch and sat down. I sat next to him and could smell Dolce & Gabbana cologne.
“I wasn’t tryin’ to play games. I just feel like a whore,” I whispered to him.
“What’s wrong wit’ bein’ a whore?” he joked.
“I’m serious,” I said, hittin’ his arm.
“Like I said, what we do between us will be between us. Me, myself. . . I love a nasty bitch—” He cleared his throat. “I mean, a chick who knows what she wants in the bedroom.”
I heard what he was saying, but something else didn’t sit right with me.
“Umm . . . uh, did you or Bodie have somethin’ to do with what happened today, with the robbery? I know you . . . you do that kind of shit all the time.”
He frowned and said, “You know what? Yeah, it’s true, I rob drug dealers for their paper, but I would never turn my gun on somebody I fuck wit’. Plus, how was I involved when the nigga tried to rob me too? Come on, Ginger. You smarter than that.”
“You right.” I smiled, placin’ his gun back on the floor. “I am.”
He pulled me to him and said, “Now, get your sexy ass over here and stop worryin’ ’bout the bullshit. The longer you make me wait, the badder it’s gonna be when I get up in that thang.”
I glanced at the door and said, “I can’t wait.”
He glanced at the door also and said, “That nigga ain’t comin’ in here, is he?”
“Naw, he said it’s over, so let it be over.”
He got serious with me and said, “G, I’m ’bout to move, so after we do what we do, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout seein’ me no more, and the nigga Milli won’t ever know what happened if y’all get back together. So let’s take care of each other right now and worry ’bout all that other shit later. Cool?”
No longer waitin’ for my confirmation, he removed my shoes and started massagin’ my feet. His hands felt warm, and his strokes were long. I’ve had massages before, but this took the cake. Who knew a nigga who was probably a murderer could be so compassionate? Unable to resist, I dropped my head back and let him do his thing.
“Hmmmm,” I exhaled.
During the entire time Milli and I had been together, he never touched any part of my body outside of my breasts, ass, and pussy. So, I was caught off by Gerron’s touch and was tempted to drift off into an erotic sleep—until he placed three of my toes into his warm mouth, his wet tongue circling each of them. At first it tickled, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take it, but then he applied a little pressure with his strokes. Ummm, it was just right.
“Damn, that shit feels so fuckin’ good.” My pussy jumped. “You must do this a lot.”
“What I tell you ’bout worryin’ ’bout bullshit?” He winked and continued his work.
My juices coated my panties, and suddenly I became jealous of the attention my toes were gettin’. I wondered if he could do the same thing to my pussy and if it would feel as good.
“You got some sexy-ass feet,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I wonder how you taste.”
He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and tugged at the bottom of the jeans I was wearin’. I assisted by raisin’ my body up off the couch just a little, droppin’ back down when he had both my panties and jeans off. Then he pushed my legs apart and stared into my wetness. I shivered from nervousness. I couldn’t believe I was really about to fuck Gerron—my homie, my friend.
“Damn . . . it’s prettier than I thought.”
“Am I too wet for you?”
“How you sound?” He took one finger and pushed it deeper into my cave. My legs tensed, and he said, “Relax.”
I obeyed, and he covered my clit with his warm mouth. As his finger went in and out of me, his tongue circled my clit, and I felt my body shake. If he kept it up, I was gonna cum.
“Ummm . . . and your pussy sweet.” He looked at my pussy like he never saw one before, but I guess he’d never seen mine. All the talks we had on the porch at night, and this is what it came to. I guess we both knew it would happen sooner or later.
“I’ve fucked some chicks in my day, but I ain’t never seen a bitch wit’ a body as bad as yours.”
Pushin’ my legs farther apart, he moved in and sucked my clit again, flickerin’ his tongue wildly. My body sank into the couch, and he pulled me closer to his mouth.
“Ahhh . . . Gerron . . . I . . . I wanna . . . cum so bad.”
I placed my hand on the back of his head. His tongue moved from the tip of my clit to the tip my asshole. Back and forth, back and forth; he was nice and slow. I released my titties from my shirt and sucked them one at a time, something I did when I played with my pussy alone.
“Damn, you look sexy doin’ that shit,” he complimented, eying my work instead of his own.
“Lick this pussy, baby. Don’t stop, mothafucka. You betta work that shit.”
With that, he slid two fingers into my slippery wetness, and I maneuvered my waist around it. I no longer cared who he was, and for the first time ever, I would break the rules . . . all of them. If Milli wanted to act like a bitch, FUCK HIM! I was gonna do me too.
As if two fingers weren’t enough, he placed three inside me, then four, and then five. Surprisingly enough, my sex-deprived pussy took them all.
I was on the verge of lettin’ the rest of my wetness flow over his fingers, until he placed his mouth back on my clit and licked up more of the icing that oozed from my wet cave. His tongue felt like warm water on everything before he even fucked me. I was havin’ the best sex of my life.