I chuckle to myself, remembering the ding of the egg timer alerting me that his fifteen minutes of tongue-fucking me was up. I had already told him prior to his coming over that he was only getting fifteen minutes of pussy because I had already recruited someone else to take his spot. The nigga thought I was bullshitting. Had he been smart, he would have licked my cat for five minutes, then used the other ten to stroke it with his dick, but he didn’t. And when the bell went off, I politely pushed his head and face from outta the center of my crotch and told him to get out. Poor thing looked at me with his eyes popped wide open and my creamy pussy juice smeared all over his face and lips, looking like a damn glazed fool.

“Whaaat?!?!” he had snapped. “You buggin’, right?”

“Does it look like I’m bugging?” I asked, slipping on my robe and turning off the stereo. The party was over.

He grabbed his erect dick and wildly shook it. “Yo, you see how hard this shit is? You need to stop poppin’ all that ying yang and get up on this dick.”

I laughed, flipping open my cell. I had my finger on the speed dial button for my brother, who would have come through with his boys in blue and locked Vince’s pathetic ass up.

“Nigga,” I warned, “you got five minutes to get your shit on and get out.”

“I ain’t going no-fuckin’-where until we fuck, or I get this dick sucked or something.”

“You can leave willingly, or you can leave in handcuffs. Either way, you’re getting the hell up outta here.”

I swung open the bedroom door and stood defiantly, waiting for him to get the hell out of my bedroom. He huffed and puffed and mumbled inaudible shit under his breath, but it didn’t matter to me. I had other plans that didn’t include him.

When he finally got the hint that there wasn’t going to be shit else popping off between us, he got up and got dressed, then stomped down the stairs. I followed behind, graciously opening the front door for his ass.