Applying Pressure

by Shvonne Latrice

“I heard you the first time, baby. When I just asked for ya number, though, I thought you’d catch on to the fact that I didn’t give a fuck. Ya man is irrelevant, especially since you in the club with no ring on ya fucking finger. Now I can get ya number willingly, or I can get it another way.”

“You think I’d be asking for ya number if you was a groupie?” He frowned. “I don’t need a groupie bitch’s number. I fuck first night and press on. Ain’t shit to talk about. But I didn’t come over here to talk about groupies and yo’ nigga; I came to get yo’ number and see what’s up with you.”

Walking up behind her and placing one arm around her body, I spoke against her ear. “Make sure you answer when I call, and make sure you cum real hard for me when I’m eating ya pussy by next week, aight?”

“Who was that?” he asked as we trekked it out to the parking lot of the hotel. “My future wife,” I replied. “Nigga, what?” He frowned, genuinely shocked and making a nigga chuckle. “Since when did you want a wife?” “Since I met her pretty ass. You saw her.” I licked my lips at the thought of her hips, pretty ass skin, and lips.

My mama abandoned my sister and me when we were young as fuck, so he was all we had coming up. My grandfather was a mean ass muthafucka and hated every woman who walked this earth besides my older sister Oakley.

Football wasn’t the only fucking thing I was good at. I was smart and always had been into tech shit and how it worked.

I was coming for her ass, applying straight muthafuckin pressure and not letting up.

From the moment I laid eyes on her ass in the club, it was like God told me that was my wife and I needed to do whatever the fuck it took to make His will come to fruition. So I was doing that. I was a God-fearing man, and whatever the Lord asked of me, I was gon’ fucking do.

I wanted to run up on his hoe ass, knock his muthafuckin head off for cheating on my woman, but I couldn’t.

The day I got that pussy, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t nut in under five minutes. I knew it was wet. She looked like she had some splash on her.

“Well, sorry it won’t work for you, but that’s what it is. Plus, you’re too young for me, and I don’t like young men.” She rose up, and so did I, following her to her desk.

“I’m young, but this dick is well seasoned. Let me show you… prove ya ass wrong.”

“Man, fuck you. It ain’t always about the outside. Sometimes personality is what you should look for.” Standing, I replied, “I look for both. I’ll be damned if I’m waking up every morning to a grizzly bear in a Velcro wig. But do you, patna.”

“My pride can never be bruised, for one. Secondly, I wouldn’t be going out of my way and all this shit for such a small ass reason. I see you for what you are, and I want in, baby. It’s that simple.”

“I’m gon’ have yo’ ass in love with a nigga. It ain’t gon’ be what you used to either. I’m gon’ be all you fucking think about and damn near the only person you wanna be around.”

“Only a scared man lies, and I ain’t scared of much. I only fear God.”

Last year would be the last time the Los Angeles Gremlins lost a Super Bowl with Ocean Pendrell

The Bible states a man who finds a wife finds a good thing; let that man find you while you sit pretty.”

I’d never had sex with a man who wanted every part of my body. There wasn’t a place Ocean’s mouth didn’t graze, lick, suck, or kiss. I probably had so much cum in my body that he and I were probably related at this point. He was just straight up nasty, and now I had to tell Kinley she was absolutely right that getting your ass ate was amazing.

“You’ll understand this shit more when you run into a woman you want. As the man of the relationship, you dictate the mood of yo’ fucking relationship, and I’ll be damned if exes, homeboys, and loose pussy thots come in between

“Aye, one question.” “Yes, Mr. Pendrell?” Her nostrils flared, and her lips were clipped tightly together. “You got any of them strawberry candies in ya purse? I don’t know where to buy them muthafuckas, but I know all the old hoes keep ’em on deck.”

“Think she just gon’ cut me out of her damn life ’cause she with that foolish ass nigga,” Royal scoffed then threw his phone. “Bitch is lucky I don’t fuck her ass up.” He stood and started pacing angrily as I watched. Guffawing, he continued, “I should. She can’t do too much fucking dating if her ass ain’t breathing.”

“I need everybody who fucks with me to tell Myomi Ford what I’m about to say. And if you watching, baby, I’m talking to you. I love you. I love you more than I love myself and I don’t think I can say that shit about anybody. I would give my life for you, baby, and all I wanna do is dedicate the rest of my years to making you happy; putting that pretty ass smile on your face. If you believe that shit, which I know you do, come back home to daddy.”

“I already hit the pussy once, so I don’t need it again. And didn’t you just hear what the fuck I said into the microphone?” “I did, but I’m just trying to test drive again, not make a purchase.” She winked. “Well you don’ ran that pussy into the ground, and now ya license is expired. Let that muthafucka cool off then try another dealership.”

The man was giving serious rapist vibes. “Great. I’m Cedric by the way.” He took his phone out. “I’m ready.” I read Cedric my number and then quickly walked off, pretending as if I didn’t hear his ass attempting to make further conversation with me.

“Man, I’m not getting off of anything unless she tells me she doesn’t wanna talk!” Cedric had the nerve to say. “Myomi, baby, you better help this nigga out. He don’t know who the fuck he talking to.” “Cedric, please just get off the phone, and I promise we will speak tomorrow,” I pleaded.

The whole point of me meeting with her was to leave out of it feeling like I could remove Ocean from my life completely, but the opposite happened. I fell more in love with him. I felt special. I felt wanted. I felt like that was the man I had prayed for; a man who would go to the depths and back just to make me happy. A man who only thought the world of me and didn’t think about other bitches.