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Authors: De'nesha Diamond

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“Where are you going, Scar?”
“Stop calling me that.” I mush the front of his head.
“What?” His lips stretch wider. “I like a roughneck bitch with battle scars. What's your government name, shawty?”
I stare while I weigh whether I'm really mad. Cocky muthafucka is probably used to bitches falling all over his ass. “It's Nonya. As in ‘none of your business.'”
“What if I made it my business?” His arm loosens.
I'm speechless on that shit.
“You got a man, Nonya?”
“What if I do?”
“I might take him out back so I can holler at him for a minute.” He puffs on his blunt again while he stares me down. “How old are you, ma?”
“Old a damn 'nuff.Why?”
“Why you think? I'm feelin' you, but I ain't interested in going back in the joint for bustin' out no Girl Scout.”
“I'm definitely no Girl Scout.”
No lie, his blue eyes are now green again. Is his ass a human lie detector?
“Besides, I don't know you and I only fucks with my people. You feel me?”
“Your peoples, huh?” His lips hitch higher. “So you
are
a gangsta bitch.”
“A gangsta diva, nigga.” I toss up my VL signs and wait to see what the fuck he's gonna do next.
“Whatever, ma. Do you. I don't play that follow-the-leader bullshit. I'm my own nigga. I look out for number one. You feel me?”
He releases me and I try to squash my disappointment as he turns and walks away. For some reason, I follow his ass all the way to a booth on the opposite side of the club where another brothah is whispering in another chick's ear. When she looks up, my heart sinks.
“What the hell are you doin' up in here?” Amira, a Flower that lives a couple of doors down from me, asks.
“I'm minding my damn business, tryna set an example for your ass,” I spit back at her. I know she ain't dumb enough to drop dime on my game.
Diesel snickers.
“Whatever.” Amira shifts her glassy gaze between me and this new nigga before scooting out of the booth. “C'mon. Let's dance.”
The nigga she's with climbs out behind her. Diesel cocks his head up with another smile. “You know how to clear a table.”
I fight back a cocky smile.
He reaches for the Cîroc bottle on the table and refreshes one of the empty glasses. “So what's up, ma? You wanna holler at an independent nigga now?”
“I hate to tell you but every nigga up in here is VL. Where you from?”
“ATL, baby. All day.” He pops his collar.
“You a long way from home.What—you get lost?”
“Just moved to town.”
“You chose to
move
to this muthafuckin' city? What—you got a thing for graveyards or some shit?”
He shrugs. “I don't know. It ain't so bad here.”
“You have pretty eyes, but clearly you're blind.”
“I don't know about that. I certainly like what I see in front of me. Who knows, you might even get around to telling me your real name.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I waver on what I wanna do about this nigga. Maybe I tease him for too long because suddenly his mood changes up.
“A'ight. Look. Let me help you out, ma.You can go ahead and step. I'm a grown man. I don't play games.” He tilts up his drink.
My time has run out. I have to piss or get off the pot. “My name is Qiana.”
He nods and then repeats my name with his sexy baritone pouring over each letter. “Qiana.”
My ass is in love.
22
Trigger
T
his shit is like taking candy from a baby.
Things are falling into place just like my girl planned. The minute I spot Bishop in Da Club, I know just how to play his punk-ass. It don't hurt that he ain't that hard to look at neither. He's a cross between pretty-boy and handsome, his swag is a little off point. He's trying too hard to impress and exude power. If the rumors in the streets are to be believed, his pouting ass can't handle the fact that his sister, Lucifer, is the one with the balls sagging to the ground. If he had a bitch like me, it would help knock that insecurity chip off his shoulder.
I've seen Lucifer a time or two. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of her ass myself. Everything about her screams money, power, and respect. A few months back, she was slicing muthafuckas' dicks off and jamming them down they throats. Shit like that gets my clit hard.
Yeah. I fuck bitches and niggas. I don't give a fuck as long as I nut.
When Bishop finally spots me, I have an image of sexing him and his sister at the same time—that would be a nice VL sandwich.
The smile on my face is huge by the time Bishop pushes up on me.
“Damn, shawty. If you tell me that you got a nigga, I'ma have to put a bullet to his head on general principle.”
Whack.
Holding my smile like a professional, I slide my hands down the front of his pants and grip his shit.
Holy fuck!
“I'm feeling you now, daddy.” From my other hand, I take a sip of my apple martini.
Bishop's lips stretch wider. “Now this is what I'm talking about—a woman who goes straight for what she wants.What's your name?”
“Sweet Pussy.”
He laughs. “Is that right?”
I nod. “You wanna sample?”
“Don't mind if I do.”
I release the pipe in his pants and dip my finger into my drink. “Open up.”
On some zombie shit, he does exactly what I say and then I tip my finger into his mouth. He closes his thick lips around it. Instead of sucking, I feel his tongue rotate around it and then beat the tip like it was a clit.
Yeah. I gonna break this nigga off a piece.
Bishop releases my finger and eases his hand around my waist for a good grip of my round ass. “How would you like to go to a private party?”
“I looooove parties.”
His smile matches the size of mine as I allow him to lead me toward the back of the club. I spot my girls Shariffa and Jaqorya in the crowd and wink. Guarding the entranceway to the VIP is this big mountain of a dude who is in some kind of private competition to see how far he can stretch his belly. Bishop nods and the human blob steps aside.
“Ooooh, a baby boy with power,” I purr.
“All day, every day.”
We enter the VIP, but then stroll to the back of it where there's another door that leads to a huge backroom. In the center is a large poker table and a cluster of slobs flagging gold and black.
Heads snap our way while Bishop escorts me through more thick clouds of weed.
“My nigga. My nigga.Where did you find that dime piece?” one slob with orange-red hair asks, checking me out like a CT scan.
“Roll your tongue back up into your mouth, son. I got this,” Bishop brags.
By the way these niggas are eye-raping me, I've upgraded Bishop in their eyes. It's cool. That's the way it is no matter whose arm I'm hanging on.
“C'mon, cuz.You gonna bet or what?” one huffing nigga barks across the table.
“My bad,” the nigga says, still peeping me as Bishop leads me through the room. “Y'all save a seat for me. I gotta handle some business before I jump in the game and take y'all's loot.”
I lift a brow at the mountain of Benjamins on the table. Muthafuckas are balling out of control back here.
“I hear you talkin',” Red says, checking out my ass as we walk past the table.
As we go, I do a body count and check all entrance points. “Where we going, baby?”
“A spot where I can get a better taste of that pie.” He pulls me in close so that he can suck on my ear.
I have to admit, I'm feeling anxious about this hit. Bishop's dick is already riding up the back of my ass while he's pinching on my titties. He leads me to another door.When he opens it, I see it's a small bathroom with one sink, a toilet, and a floor littered with paper towels and toilet paper. A few inches melt off my smile.
“Over here and sit down,” he tells me.
What—on the toilet?
To help me out, Bishop hikes up my dress and tugs on my panties.
All right, freak. Whatever you say.
I remove my clutch tucked under my arm and place it on the sink. Once I'm squat on the toilet, Bishop rushes to unzip and peel his pants off his hips. Immediately afterwards, the prettiest brown dick I've ever seen springs up and taps me on the chin.
“Say hello to my
big
friend,” Bishops chuckles.
“Well, hello.” I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his thick dick. For starters, I press a feather kiss over its one eye and then slowly roll my tongue around the tip. “You are a sweet muthafucka, too.”
“Hmm, huh.” Greedily, he thrusts his hips one time, and I open my mouth and slide his shit in real slow.
“Awwwww. Fuuuucck. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.” Bishop gathers my silky black hair up into one hand and then wraps it into his fist so that he can have a better view of my skills. To let him know he ain't dealing with an amateur, I take the shit to the balls, squeeze my throat muscles and let him grind for a full twenty seconds.
“Awwww.You sweet bitch, you.Yeah.” His face twists and, if I'm not mistaken, a tear rolls down the side of his face.
The second I spring off the dick, I lift it and T-bag his balls while sneaking a finger into his back door. Most niggas don't let chicks know how much they like that shit, but I know that even the hardest muthafucka got a little bitch in them. Bishop's ass ain't no different, because I watch his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“You like that, big daddy?”
“Yeeeeesss.Yeeeesss. Do that shit.”
With pleasure.
I roll back onto the dick and go down deep until his salty precum dribbles down my throat. “Uhmmmm. Delicious.”
“Yeah? You like that shit?” he asks me.
“Uhm. Hmmm,” I moan.
Bishop dips his knees and slides a middle finger in between my legs. My entire clit is honey-coated. “Look at you. You're ready for a nigga.”
“Uhm. Hmm,” is all I can manage 'cause, no lie, the dick is good.
A second finger goes in.
A third.
Fourth.
His dick springs out of my mouth so that he can squat down further. “Lean back and spread your legs.
He doesn't have to tell me twice. I ease back on the seat and point my legs east and west.
“Scoot down.”
Like a good soldier, I follow directions—accidently flushing the toilet as I go.
Bishop plants his chin in between the U of the toilet and starts eating my pussy like a starving child from a third-world country. “Fuck, nigga. Fuck.” I grab the back of his head and hold on for dear life. I didn't know these fucking slobs got down like this shit. My toes curl up out of my red-bottom pumps while I simultaneously grease his face up real good. In no time, I'm nutting all over the fucking place and can't catch my breath.
“Stand your fine ass up,” he commands, climbing back onto his feet and stroking his shit.
My fuckin' legs don't seem to be working right and it takes me a few seconds to do what he says.
“Turn around,” he says, but then spins me before I have a chance to do it on my own. “Hands on the wall—wait, naw. Let's move over here.” Bishop drags me over in front of the mirror. “Grab the sink.”
I give him a sexy smile in the mirror as I follow his direction.
“Aw. Shit. Look at this fine ass right here.” He whips his hand down and gives my shit a hard
SMACK!
“Damn, the man upstairs was on some good shit when he made your fine ass.” He makes another
SMACK
on the opposite cheek before spreading them open in opposite directions. “Oh, yeah.”
Bishop sandwiches his cock between my ass and rubs it up and down so that it probably looks like a fat-ass sausage in a toasted bun. “Where have you been all my life, Sweet Pussy?”
“All that matters is that I'm here now,” I tell him, wiggling my ass. I ain't one for being teased.
Bishop meets my gaze in the mirror while one side of his lips curls. “Let me see if you can handle all this good dick.”
“You gonna wrap it, baby?”
“Why? You dirty?”
“No, but—”
“Fuck that. I wanna feel every inch of that good pussy.” He grabs his shit and eases his fat mushroom head in so exquisitely I have to clamp my damn teeth together. “Aw. There it goes,” he brags, watching my expression.
I try to keep it cool, but that shit is hard to do when a nigga is stretching you this good. He keeps taking his time with it too: inch by slow-ass inch. By the time he fills me up, I swear his dick is laying on my tonsils.
“Ride,” he commands, and then gives each of my ass cheeks a hard slap.
SMACK! SMACK!
Bishop remains still as I glide up and then push back. He leans forward and nibbles on my shoulder. “That's it, Sweet Pussy.Take your time.”
Humph. He don't know that I got something for his ass.
He has no muthafuckin' idea. Slow jamming is only good for so long. Before long, I'm riding like a cowgirl from the Old West. This slob got some good shit. I forget myself and damn near rip the sink out of the wall.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Any minute Bishop is gonna holler, “Yippy-Ki-Yay.” I'm sure of it.
Two nuts shoot up from my right toe and explode in my clit, back to back. Instead of his ass, I'm the bitch screaming in this muthafucka.
“Yeah.Yeah. Give it all to daddy.” He fists my hair again and yanks until I'm staring up at the ceiling. I explode again and start hollering out jibberish.
Bishop springs out of my pussy and fires off white bullets down the crack my ass. “Ooooh, yeah.” He glazes his dick up with his own cum while he goes back to rubbing his sausage dick between my buns. “Oh, fuck. I think I'm in love, Sweet Pussy.”
While I'm struggling to catch my breath, I twist around and smile down at his chocolate éclair-looking dick. “That makes two of us.”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Y'all gonna be fuckin' in there all day?” someone shouts from the other side. “Some niggas gotta shit.”
Instantly, Bishop is hot. “Muthafucka, if you don't back away from that door, I'ma bust a cap in your ass!”
“Whatever, B. Ain't no reason to get all swoll.You sharing or what?”
No this nigga didn't!
Bishop jerks toward the door and snatches it open, dick swinging. “Nigga, I ain't playing with you. Get the fuck on.”
“A'ight.” That red-headed nigga holds his hands up, but sneaks a peek around Bishop's shoulder to smile at me. “Goddamn, nigga. Is she still alive? We thought you killed her.”
“Get the hell on with that shit.”
Behind Red, the niggas around the poker table crack up. “Y'all niggas need to grow the fuck up,” Bishop snaps and then slams the door in his boy's face. “Sorry about that,” he says, still pissed.
“Don't be.” I wink and slide my arms around his shoulder.
His frown flips upside down and he grins at me like a puppy. “What's your real name, Sweet Pussy?”
I hesitate.
“Oh. It's like that?” He chuckles and turns the water on in the sink. “Must mean you got a man.”
“Nah. I'm a free agent, baby.”
“Is that right?” He washes his dick in the sink. “Then maybe I can be your man.”
I laugh. “You just met me.”
“You just fucked me.”
“That's because you're cute . . . and you have a big dick.”
“And you're fine . . . and have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. You never know when I might have another sweet tooth.”
We grin at each other and something passes between us—something unexpected. “Ja'nay,” I confess like a dumb bitch.

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