I laugh. “But you still think I’m a nut, don’t you?”

He grins. “Are you?”

Am I? I mean, so what if thinkin’ ’bout bustin’ a bitch’s face up and it bein’ all bloody had my pussy on fire, that doesn’t make me nutty. Does it? “Hell no, muhfucka,” I say, laughin’. “I ain’t no nut. I’m a real bitch; all day, e’ery day.”

I slip into my jeans.

“Oh, word?”

“All day, e’ery day,” I repeat.

“Then do what a real bitch does, ma, and take them clothes back off and finish what you started,” he says, standin’ up. “You ain’t finish wettin’ my man up.” He walks up on me. I stare at his chunky dick. Wit’out thinkin’, I lick my lips. “And my man don’t like to be cheated outta bein’ up in some good pussy.”

He pulls me into him.

And instead of steppin’ outta his embrace like my mind was tellin’ me to, I let the muhfucka scoop me up, carry me over to his bed, pull off my jeans, remove my panties and bra, then bury his face back between my legs eatin’ my already soppin’ wet pussy. True, I wasn’t feelin’ this nigga at first, but, right now—the way he’s comin’ at me, the nigga has me turned the fuck on. On top of the fact a bitch still gotta nut clogged up inside ’er that needs to be plunged out.

“You gonna let me get some more’a this pussy, ma?” he asks, lookin’ up at me and dippin’ two fingas into my sticky snatch.

I lift my legs, bend at the knees, and part my pussy open wider. “Yeah, nigga…stretch my pussy, muhfucka ’cause this’ll be da first and last time you hit this good shit, so you need’a get wit’ da program before I decide to change my mind and shut shit down.”

“Daaaaamn, ma, it’s like that?”

“Like I said,” massagin’ my clit, eyein’ him all sexy like, “you want this pussy, then you betta beat this shit down, now, ’cause there ain’t gonna be no lata.”

“Then I guess I better make it pop,” he says hurriedly gettin’ up to grab another condom. He rips it open then rolls it down onto his bricked dick. “And this time, I’m on top.”