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I loved a nigga with a grill, and this one? This one looked like he talked big shit and carried a big dick to match.
“Respectfully, thick mama, don’t ever in your life compare me to that weak ass nigga.” Standing up and making my way around the island until I was standing right in front of her, I made sure to add, “Real always recognizes real, and he’s never looked familiar.”
As he said the last line, I peeked through my lids and saw him looking directly at me.
What type of nigga used prayer to flirt? My type of nigga, honestly.
“Ain’t nobody ever told you it ain’t trickin’ if you got it?” I shot back. “Damn, Vontae, guess you just don’t have it or her, huh?”
“I said now. Gimme that shit right here where everyone can see. Where Von can see.”
“But correct me if I’m wrong. Didn’t I say something earlier about watching your tone when you talk to her?”
“That we always gonna have a problem when he’s fucking with what’s mine.”
“And you fucked up when you let me in this motherfucka, didn’t you?” “I diiiiid.” A moan slipped from my lips. “Fuck, Golds.”
“This my shit now,” he said, breaking the kiss. I was out of breath but still managed to retort, “Is that what you think?” “Shorty, that’s what I know.”
Shorty was on demon time and got her lick back in spades. I was not mad at all.
