Chapter 8

Jasmine and I were together for almost a month before I finally let her come back to my apartment. I said it was because I didn’t want to rush her, but in reality it was more because I knew Gina's ass would clown. Fucking her almost every night didn’t make things transition any smoother. I was wrong for that, and I knew it - but when a bitch keeps throwing the pussy in my direction, eventually a nigga like me is gonna catch it.

Jazz was a good girl; she was just a little lost and confused, just like the rest of us. She turned to sex to survive, then turned to drugs to get through the sex. She wasn’t into anything heavy; just a blunt here and there. Since weed was also my drug of choice, we got along just fine. I usually smoked somewhere between five and ten blunts a day. When I was blowed, I didn’t think about my mother committing suicide, about Monica’s still unsolved murder, or about my son being stillborn. And if I got high enough, I forgot all about my other two sisters, who were both now living with their boyfriends and hadn’t talked to my ass in months. There were no visits or phone calls. It was like all the things I did for Monique and Michelle didn’t even matter; they got what they could out of medidld out , then cut me off when something better came along. I wasn’t even mad at them; a nigga was just hurt.

“Baby, I’ll be in yo room waitin’ on you,” Jasmine said, making sure to speak loud enough so Gina could hear her. “Don’t take too long; you know I get lonely without you.”

I couldn’t help but watch her walk away; the view was spectacular – and all that ass in those jeans was mine. Her days of fucking weak niggas for cash were over. When she needed something, she came to me. It ain’t trickin’ if it’s your woman.

“That bitch spendin’ the night?” Gina fucked up my good mood with her nasty-ass attitude. “’Cause if she is -”

“First off, Gina, don’t be callin’ my gal a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she ain’t did shit to you. Second, if you don’t like it, you know what you can do.” I laid the cards all out on the table. Being nice got you nowhere with Gina. I let her and her son stay with me rent-free, but she still wanted more. I fed them and kept li’l man in pampers and clothes, but even that wasn’t enough. I finally had somebody in my life that appreciated me, and I wasn’t about to fuck that up for Gina or anybody else.

“Don’t’ worry; I’ll be outta yo way soon,” she threatened me as tears formed in her eyes. “Me and Li’l Mike gettin’ the fuck outta here next month.”

“Then so be it, Gina.” I raised my arms in the air as if I were calling a truce. “My gal’s waitin’ on me.”

“Fuck her! I’m supposed to be yo gal!”

That proved it: the bitch was delusional. I didn’t even stop to address her last comment; I just shook my head and continued on towards my bedroom door. I wasn’t forcing her to leave, but I also wasn’t asking her to stay. As long as li’l man had a roof over his head, then that was cool with me. I couldn’t live Gina’s life for her. I wished her the best, but it was time for both of us to move on.

When I finally made it to my bedroom, Jasmine was lying on my bed butt-ass naked, smoking a fat blunt. My eyes slowly scanned her entire body from top to bottom; it was perfection. Even the hair on her pussy was neat and trim. I stepped inside the door and closed it shut behind me.

“You like what you see?” my baby asked as she ran her manicured fingers across her beautiful breasts. “This the first time you’ve seen babu’ve me completely naked.”

She didn’t have to remind me. My eyes were glued to her. She had my full, undivided attention. It wasn’t our first time fucking, but quickies in the backseat of my truck or in her bedroom at home while her mother slept in the next room just weren’t getting it.

She hit the blunt one last time, then raised it in the air as an offering to me. I went and sat down on the bed right next to her and took it out of her delicate hand. I hit that shit hard while going over her curves with my eyes. Jazz had that kill. Her pussy was like crack; every time I fucked her, I thought about the next time. No bitch had ever had me that far gone. I knew it - and unfortunately for me, she knew it, too.

“What you want me to do, Daddy?” She was trying to entice me, and it worked. My dick was already hard, and all she had to do was just lay there. Before I even had a chance to answer her question, she licked her middle finger so very seductively, then slowly slid it down her chest and stomach until it met her warm, wet pussy. She then spread her legs open wide and began to play with herself. She moaned and arched her back as she put pressure on her clit, and I kept on smoking while my dick kept on growing harder and harder with every second that passed. Finally, she looked up at me, then closed her eyes tight and pleasured herself the same way she did late at night when she was all alone in her bed.

“Uhm...” she purred. “Baby, I want you to come here and suck my titties. Pretty, pretty please?”

How could I not when she asked so nicely? Fuck that blunt; I put it out in the small glass ashtray that I kept on my nightstand. Before I knew it, I was on top of Jazz - almost completely naked myself. Her body felt so good underneath mine. She was so soft, and she smelled so sweet. I pushed her breasts together and ran my tongue across her nipples. She shivered beneath me. The harder I licked, the more she gyrated. I wanted all of her. She had me gone in the head, and I wasn’t even trippin’.

“Oh God, yes...yes, Boss, yes...” she squealed as my tongue made first contact with her pussy. Eating out was new to me, but her reaction made it obvious that a nigga was gifted at it. I licked her again and again, and with every stroke I got a little better. She was going crazy. Soon, my entire face was buried between her thighs.

“Ooooh, Boss...ssssssss...uhm...that feels sooo good...”

I loved watching her. She couldn't control herself – and iiv>/span>, too. My dick was brick just from pleasing her. I never even knew that shit was possible.

“You ready for this dick?” I slid two fingers inside her while I continued to lick her pussy. “You ready, huh? You ready for this dick, Ma?”

“Ooooh yes, baby...baby...I’m about to cum...” She grabbed a hold of my head and lost complete control over her body.

The way she came was like art. She was still for a moment, and I took that time to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water. A nigga’s mouth was on drought; eating pussy made me thirsty. I couldn’t front, though - I liked it, and my baby liked it, too. We were both freaks that way. Every single time we fucked, we pushed it to the limit. She gave me her all, and I gave her mine. I couldn’t control my dick around Jazz any more than I could control my heart. It was a dangerous game for a nigga like me to play, but I didn’t have a choice: I was falling fast, and there was nothing I could do or use to stop myself.