Well, damn. Maybe next time I’ll hit her up for a few gees. I get up and walk toward her, then pull her into me and give her another tongue-probin’ kiss. “Good lookin’ out, baby. I’ma definitely get it back to you.”
She presses her body up against mine, strokes my Johnson. “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Of course you not, I think, grabbin’ her ass. You wanna keep gettin’ this black dick. “Well, as long as you keep wettin’ up this dick”— and linin’ my pockets—“I might keep ya fine ass ’round for a while.”
She punches me in the chest playfully, suckin’ her teeth. “Yeah, whatever, nigga.”
I grab a pair of navy blue gym shorts from outta my dresser drawer, then slip ’em on. I open the bedroom door. “C’mon, baby. Let me walk you out.” When we get downstairs, I lean in and give her another tongue dance, then open the front door. “Don’t be suckin’ no other nigga’s dick while I’m gone, either.”
She smirks. “You’re not my man, remember?”
“Yeah, aiight. You just make sure you remember that.”
She flips me the finger as she walks out, switchin’ her juicy ass. “Whatever!” I watch her get into her whip and back outta the driveway before closin’ the door.
“Okay, so which one outta your harem is she?” the deep voice in back of me asks, spookin’ the fuck outta me. It almost makes a nigga jump outta his skin.
“Oh, shit,” I say, quickly turnin’ ’round to face my pops, an older version of me—tall, bow-legged, worked-out, and dark chocolate.