Finessed a Dope Boy's Heart. Racquel Williams
Shontelle
I knew something was up when I kept calling Keel and not getting him. The old me would’ve not thought anything about it. But the new and improved Shontelle was hip to the little games niggas be playing. I stayed up most of the night calling this nigga, and not once did he pick up the phone. I sent him multiple texts, and he ignored those too. So to see this nigga walk his ass up in here the next day acting like shit sweet was crazy as fuck. And then to lay his nasty ass in my bed when I knew he’d just fell up outta a bitch was even more disrespectful. This nigga must not have gotten the memo that I ain’t the little young, naïve bitch that he left out here. I’m a boss bitch now. Shit, I made my own fucking money and didn’t need him for shit . . . and I mean nothing!
I knew when I put his ass out that he was going to call his old, bald-ass mama to pick him up. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a car pull up, and lo and behold, it was her old ass in that twenty-year-old Honda. I knew the bitch didn’t like me, and I didn’t like her ass either. I just tried to get along with her ’cause her fucking son begged me to. That old hag could kiss my fine ass. If you asked me, the ho was just jealous ’cause of how her son treated me. She tried competing, but there was obviously no competition. I watched as he hopped in her car, and they pulled off.
I then walked to the front and locked my door. Putting the chain on the door, I grabbed a Smirnoff and headed back to the room. Shit, it was Sunday, and I was supposed to be chillin’—not arguing with my nigga. So, I planned to do just that now that his ass was outta the picture. Picking up the remote from the nightstand, I scrolled through the channels, hoping to catch a good movie. Nothing grabbed my attention, so I picked up the phone and dialed this nigga’s number.
“Yo,” he answered the phone.
“Damn, nigga, why I ain’t hear from your ass?” I quizzed playfully.
“My bad shorty, but I thought you was goin’ be busy. You know, with yo’ man home and everything.”
“Boy, whatever! I already told you what’s up, but believe what you want.”
“A’ight, shorty, chill out. What you doing?”
“I’m in my bed, horny as fuck and need you to come suck on this pussy for me.”
“At your crib? Where your peoples at?”
“That nigga stayed out all night, and once he got here, we got into an argument, so I put his ass out. His mama picked him up.”
“Yo, you got to chill, yo. You keep acting like that, and bro goin’ know something going on.”
“And you think I care? That nigga don’t own this pussy no more. Anyways, I ain’t tryin’a discuss him. Can you slide through?”
“Yeah, I’ma make this run, then come through. Yo, make sure that nigga over at his mama house fo’ sure.”
“You sound like you scared. Not Mr. Street Nigga.”
“A’ight, shorty, go ahead on.”
He hung up the phone before I could say another word. I wasn’t too worried where Jakeel was. He stayed out, probably fucking and sucking on one of these nasty-ass hoes, and I was about to do the same thing. What’s the fucking problem? He shouldn’t have an issue with that shit for two reasons. First, this was my fuckin’ crib, so I could do who and what the hell ever I wanted to in this bitch, and he ain’t have shit to say about it. Second, these niggas did that shit all the time. They fucked friends and family, and then would come back and lie up with their bitches like that shit was the move. But when a bitch did the same shit, they were called hoes.
I hated that shit, and I wasn’t about to live by them dumb-ass rules. I was a boss bitch, and boss bitches made their own rules. And you saw that them niggas was abiding by that shit too. Running to be all up in this good-ass pussy. Whoever said pussy ain’t rule the world was a muthafuckin’ liar. And I was proof of that shit.
* * *
I kept my pussy waxed and made sure I took my daily vitamins. So, it’s safe to say I got that sugar pussy. This pussy has gotten me cars, money in the bank, and designer clothes. I ain’t no ho, but if I saw an opportunity, my ass was going to jump on it.
I’d already bathed but decided to take a quick wash off. I oiled down real good and threw on a silk pajama top from Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t bother wasting any time putting on no panties. They were going to come right off anyway. I thought about cutting my phone off but decided against it.
I must’ve dozed off because when I heard the doorbell ringing, it woke me up. I jumped up, and as I walked to the door, I thought, What if it’s not who I’m expecting? I dismissed that thought immediately. I looked through the peephole and wasted no time in opening up the door. I yanked my company in and shut the door before anyone could see him.
“Damn, shorty, you good?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I started kissing him while I pulled him to the room. Yes, I fucked Jakeel a day ago, but it wasn’t the same. This was the nigga that had been sucking and fucking me for the past couple of years, and I couldn’t seem to get enough. I didn’t know if it was the dick itself, or it was the fact that he’s supposed to be forbidden. Either way, this dick had this chick gooooone.
He wasted no time throwing my legs over his shoulders and burying his head deep inside of me. I grabbed his dreads and pulled his head deeper in, almost suffocating him. My pussy was throbbing, almost like my skin was in heat. He twirled his tongue around in a circular motion all around my pussy walls. My toes curled around as my body tensed up on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Oh shit, yes, Zaddy. Yes, Zaddy.” I held on tight to his dreads while cream poured out of my pussy. He didn’t raise his head. He just started licking slowly, cleaning it up. My body started convulsing, and I wrapped his ass up in a leg lock. I was coming so hard that I thought I was about to pass out. And his ass didn’t let up. He sucked harder, more aggressively, like he wanted to make sure he got every last drop that my body shot out.
After he was sure that I’d finished nutting, he flipped me over on my stomach. He slid his dick into my ass, and I groaned out in pain and pleasure as I tried to stomach the pain of getting fucked in the ass without any lubricant. I loved it when he fucked me, but lately, it seemed like that’s the only hole he was interested in. I mean, I loved getting fucked in my ass but slowly, not the way he just pushed in me without lubricant. Shit, he could’ve spit on my hole or his dick or something. I closed my fist and braced down on the bed to ease some of the pain.
“I know you love when Zaddy fuck you in the ass, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I love it, boo,” I lied.
“Oh shit, I’m ’bout to come. oh,shit,” he panted and yelled out before he exploded in my ass.
I fell flat on my stomach. My ass was on fire, and I needed something to cool it down ASAP. He must’ve read my mind ’cause I felt when he slid his tongue between my ass crack. He licked from front to back, and his tongue definitely brought some comfort to me. I was ready to head to the shower and wash myself off, but he wasn’t done. He licked my ass better than he’d licked my pussy, and when he stuck his tongue inside and moved his head back and forth, making it go in and out of my asshole, I came harder than I had when he ate my pussy.
After he was finished, I got up and limped to the shower. After a few seconds of being in the water, I heard the bathroom door open, and he stepped into the shower with me. He took the washcloth and started washing me. I loved it when he did that shit. Usually, it was the woman who was washing the nigga off, but he wasn’t like that. He was the kind that thought about me just like I would about my nigga. I had to say that this may be part of the reason that I was feeling him so much. I returned the favor, making sure to pay special attention to his dick. I mean, it had been in my ass, after all.
After we washed each other, we ended up fucking some more, right there in the shower. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode that dick while he grabbed my hips.