One Taste by Allison Hobbs Page A

yourself at home. There’s a little bit of food in the fridge.” Onika nodded toward Matt. “This asshole’s been bringing me stuff to snack on instead of taking me to the supermarket to do some real grocery shopping.”
    Matt wanted to defend himself and explain to Onika that with all the furniture shopping they’d done and having to hold down two jobs, he hadn’t had the time to take her shopping for groceries. But he didn’t dare disagree with Onika. He sat quietly with his head in his hands.
    “But I got a little something, something…enough ham and cheese slices to make yourself a couple sandwiches.”
    “Ham and cheese!” Laughing, Puddin rubbed her plump tummy. “You ain’t gotta tell me twice.”
    “You crazy, girl,” Onika replied. “I’m gon sit in the van for a minute. Me and this dickhead gotta have a private conversation.”
    “Aiight. Holla if you need me,” Puddin said, narrowing an eye at Matt.
    “So what’s the deal with you?” Onika asked Matt after Puddin waddled off.
    “Nothing,” Matt muttered.
    “Nigga please. What’s your problem? Spit it out before I smack the shit outta you,” she said, raising her hand.
    Without a doubt, Matt could physically put a hurting on skinny little Onika if he chose to. But her emotional hold on him was so intense, he feared her. He was afraid of losing the womanwhose mistreatment of him served as an aphrodisiac—the woman whose vaginal juices invigorated him like a double dose of Viagra. Matt took a deep breath. “Actually, there is something wrong. For one thing, I wish you wouldn’t talk to me with such blatant disrespect when other people are around. It’s degrading and I don’t appreciate it.” Matt took a deep breath and continued. “And secondly, I really wish you wouldn’t put your—”
    “Secondly, my ass!” Onika gripped Matt by the collar. “I don’t give a shit about what you wish!” She tightened her grip and pulled Matt closer, so close, he could feel her warm breath on his face. “Don’t make me bash your fuckin’ head against that window,” she threatened and then released him with a hard shove.
    Matt felt the hardening inside his pants. His eyes locked helplessly on Onika’s face.
    Recognizing the desire that shone in his eyes, Onika patted Matt’s crotch and then ran an open palm across the small bulge beneath the fabric. “Aw, my boo might not have to eat no pussy tonight,” she said with a smile. “Looks like you’re ready to get your fuck on.” Onika tenderly stroked the cheek she’d bruised a few minutes ago.
    Boo! Matt’s heart soared. He’d been feeling insecure lately, but those emotions evaporated as Onika caressed his cheek with one hand and massaged his penis with the other. She couldn’t help it if at times her bad temper got out of control. His poor little baby girl had had a hard life. Something really awful must have happened to her while she was out on the streets, he reasoned.
    “Come on, Mr. Wheeler. Let’s go in the crib so you can put some dick up in this pussy—like a real man.”
     
    Matt tried to fuck Onika like a real man, but he couldn’t. On the air mattress inside Onika’s empty bedroom, Matt’s manhood had deflated the moment it touched Onika’s pussy. “I can’t understand it,” he mumbled, pulling desperately on his limp penis. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re gonna have to sit on my face until I get myself together,” he said regretfully.
    “I’m not sitting on nothing but the driver’s seat of your van. You’re getting on my damn nerves.” Onika stood up and held out her hand. “Give me the keys to your van,” she demanded.
    “Don’t be like that, Onika,” Matt pleaded. “Come on, baby girl, let me give you some head. Don’t you want to cum all over daddy’s face?”
    “No! I want to cum on a goddamn dick. You got me frustrated,” Onika complained as she snatched Matt’s pants off the floor and shook his key ring out of a side pocket. “I’m