Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

“I’d say you did.” She downed the rest of her drink. “To hell with both of them. I don’t feel bad about fucking you now.” “You felt bad?” “Maybe that was the wrong choice of words. I didn’t feel bad. I felt like I did it for the wrong reasons.” “And now?” “Now… I’m thinking about doing it again.”

hand resting on her back and the other planted firmly on her ass. “Don’t start no shit you can’t finish,” I mumbled between kisses. “We both know I can finish you,” she countered.

“Really? Because every chance I give that man to be in my face, that’s where he is. Now, I don’t know what he’s telling you, but it’s been me he’s begging to come home. That doesn’t sound like he wants to be elsewhere to me. I gave that nigga to you, and he’s still trying to come back. I guess your pussy ain’t enough to keep him, sis.”

“Damn.” The way the set did her body justice was a fucking sin and a shame. “On your knees,” I commanded.

The slow assault on her pussy had her trembling everywhere. When I felt her walls clench around my fingers, I knew I had her. “Give it to me, mama,” I coached between slurps of her clit. “Don’t hold back. Bust that shit for me.”

“Because I’ve fantasized about this dick on more than one occasion.” “Before or after you fucked me?” “Both.” I circled the bed, stroking my fully erect piece until I was standing behind her. “So why deny yourself the type of pleasure I can give both of us?” I slapped her ass. “Should I give you this shit?” “Yes…” she whispered. She backed up against me until my dick rested between her ass cheeks. “Why?”

“Don’t be quiet now, mama. Let me hear how good this dick is to you.” “So fucking good!” “Are you gonna deny yourself this good dick again?” “No… fuck no!” “You done with that nigga, you hear me?” “Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!”

“How long have you two known each other?” my father asked. “Daddy, you’re in my business.” “You came outta me. You are my business.” My mother scoffed. “She came out of me.” “Well, I came in—”

sat talking to his grandmother for a little while before Channing joined us. He came right in and pulled me to my feet before claiming my seat and pulling me onto his lap. “Fresh ass,” Mrs. James said. “Grams, how do you expect to get these great grandchildren if I’m not being fresh?”

“I’m playing, girl,” she said, slapping my arm. “I know you been over there letting that man blow your back out. I appreciate you taking it to his house ’cause I need my beauty sleep. You know your ass gets loud.”

“Shut up, Nique!” “You know I’m right! We shared a suite in college, remember. I had to listen to you and Carter through those paper-thin ass walls. I love you, but I’ve never aspired to know what you sound like when you cum.”

She’d been pregnant six months ago and lost it. When I saw that, I could admit I felt hurt and anger. Part of me wanted to unblock him just so I could curse him the fuck out.

“You fuckin’ my girl, nigga?” he asked, seething in anger. I crossed my hands at my waist. “Nah, I’m fuckin’ mine.”

sunset. She giggled as I peppered the side of her face with kisses. She loved that cutesy shit, and I couldn’t lie, I loved cutesy shit with her.

“I like your aggressive side. You gon’ have to show me that when we get home.”

She was mine, and there was no way I was ever letting up off her.

countertop. Finding his way between my legs, he cupped my face and kissed me softly. “I missed you, mama.” “I missed you, too. You won’t believe who showed up at my job today.” “Who?” “Raheem.” He frowned. “The fuck he want?”