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you fuckin’?”
    I frown.
What the fuck?! If this bitch starts that ‘I ain’t suckin’ ya dick’ shit, I’ma scream on her ass.
“Yeah, earlier this mornin’. Butwhat the fuck that got to do wit’ you handlin’ ya business, now?” I squeeze my throbbin’ dick at the base, grabbin’ her by the back of the neck and pullin’ her back down toward the mic. “You know you like pussy, so clock back in, and clean them balls up.”
    She rolls her eyes, pushin’ me offa her. “Yeah, I like pussy, nigga. But that doesn’t mean I wanna smell another bitch’s dried-up scent on your dick, and I damn sure don’t wanna have to be the one to suck it off. That’s real foul, nigga.”
    I glare at her. “So you wanna beef, or you gonna finish suckin’ this dick ’n balls? ’Cause if not, you can just drop me the fuck off at the crib, real talk.” She stares me down. I raise my brow, icegrillin’ her. My patience for bullshit is short, ’specially when it comes to me tryna get this dick wet. I’ll cut a bitch off real quick if she starts frontin’ on this dick. “Yo, real talk, ma. You wastin’ my muthafuckin’ time. So what’s it gonna be?”
    â€œYou make me sick, nigga,” she says, suckin’ her teeth and leanin’ back over to finish cleanin’ my balls.
    I grin. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought. I make you sick, aiight. But you ain’t sick of this good dick, are you?” She ignores me, twirlin’ her tongue ’round the head of my dick before pullin’ my cum-funky, pussy-stained balls back into her mouth, one at a time. I lean my head back and allow her to let it do what it do. “There you go, baby, suck that cunt juice up offa them balls… yeah, that’s it…you daddy’s freak-nasty girl.”
    Twenty minutes later, I shoot a load of gooey custard down in her throat. She swallows, then allows some to dribble outta her mouth and slide along the sides of my dick, then greedily slurps and laps up the rest of my nut.
Gobble, gobble
, I think, runnin’ my hands through her hair.
Mmmm-hmmm, good
. “That’s right, baby, drink up ya mornin’ shake.”

 4 
    Three hours later, the air in my room is hot, sweaty, and filled with the scent of intense fuckin’. Akina and I are sweaty and lay up in my bed, catchin’ our breaths. Her head is on my chest and I am lightly brushin’ my fingers over her soft skin. Yeah, a nigga like me likes to cuddle…uh, don’t get shit twisted—only when I’m gonna benefit from it. Otherwise ya ass is beat. I’ma bust this nut, and be out.
    â€œWhy you so quiet?” she asks, liftin’ her head up and lookin’ at me.
    I shake my head. “I’m thinkin’.”
    â€œAbout what?”
    I take my time before answerin’, then sigh. “It’s nuthin’.”
    She lightly strokes my face, then traces my lips with her fingertips. “Alex, baby, don’t do me like that. I told you, I’m here for you. I can tell something’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything. I got your back.”
    I grab the side of my head, pressin’ my eyes shut, actin’ like I’m tryna fight back tears. “Yo, why you so good to me?”
    â€œâ€™Cause I love you.”
    Awwww, damn! He we go wit’ this love shit. The word makes a nigga like me cringe, but I keep it together. “But I ain’t ya man. And I most likely never will be.”
    â€œYeah, I know. But it still doesn’t change how I feel about you. I know you out there doin’ you. Hell, don’t think I’m not gettin’ it in, but none of them niggas compare to you.”
    I know that’s right,
I think, holdin’ back a grin,
’cause most of them niggas’ dick game is whack.
“And that’s how I