How’re you and the Reverend related?”
Shit—questions. She wasn’t expecting that.
“He was my mom’s cousin twice removed on my sister’s side. But he and my mom was real close—like brothers. I mean brother and sister.” Figuring she had to get off this subject real quick, she went, “You know what I like about you?” She was tickling his leg a little, happy to see that big tent coming up already in his pants—yeah, boy was ready to go campin’ all right. “You real polite, that’s what. Callin’ me ma’am all the time. I like that shit. Wanna know something else? You real pretty too.”
She almost said purty, but figured they were past that.
She grabbed the bible from him, tossed it onto the floor, and climbed on his body.
“Don’t worry none about your bible, honey chile. We can have our own, private bible class. I be Eve, you be Adam, and our asses are stuck in the Garden of Eden.”
“O-okay, ma’am,” he said. He could barely talk. Shit, he could barely breathe.
She grinded up against him, putting his face right between her titties, then said, “Ain’t there a snake in the garden of Eden?” and undid the snap on his Levi’s.
“H-hold up a second, ma’am,” Kyle said. “Ain’t you Max’s...I mean The M.A.X.’s girl?”
“Honey, I ain’t nobody’s girl,” Felicia said.
She got his pants down, then pulled his shirt up over his head. Then she took his Y-fronts down and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
She went, “Damn, boy, you are hung .”
And she wasn’t lying neither, like when she told all them pencil dicks that they got the biggest cocks she ever seen just to boost their egos and shit. Sometimes she even told Max he had a big one. Meanwhile, sometimes she couldn’t even feel the shit. He’d roll off her and go, “I’m done,” and she didn’t even know they was started yet.
But, Kyle, man, he was the real deal. She’d been with half the Knicks and most of the brothers in Canarsie and, shit, none of them had nothing on this white boy.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said.
“Naw, thank you ,” she said, and they got at it. She didn’t want him to shoot too soon, because those southern boys—even the gents like Kyle—turned real mean when that happened.
Felicia was letting loose, coming like the goddamn D-train, shrieking like a crack ho who’d had her shit taken away.
Meanwhile, Kyle was going, “Am I hurting you, ma’am?”
She just screamed at him, “You da man, you da man, you da man!”
When she finished up she turned over and let Kyle do his thing. When he blew he didn’t make a sound. Boy was too polite to make noise.
Sitting up on the couch after, Felicia went, “I ain’t been fucked like that in a long, long time, suga.”
Then she saw he was crying, big-ass tears going down his cheeks.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
He could hardly talk, he was crying so bad.
Then he went, “I’ve betrayed The M.A.X. What am I gonna do now?”
Boy was so messed up he didn’t even remember to call her ma’am.
She caressed his cheek, went, “Ain’t no power on earth can stop love, honey.”
“You really mean that? You...l-l-love me?”
“Why you think I’m here with you right now, baby? I ain’t usually the type of girl who gets with a man real quick, know what I’m sayin’?”
Lucky she wasn’t Pinnochio or her nose’d be blowing a hole through the door, past the elevators, out the damn building and shit.
Kyle said, “But The M.A.X. said that you’re a...a... a ho.”
“That’s bullshit,” Felicia said. “Don’t listen to anything Max be saying to you cause that man got his head inside his ass, know what I’m sayin’? I ain’t no ho. I’m just a woman, a lonely woman lookin’ for love, and now I found it.”
She saw his eyes well up and let him kiss her, trying not to laugh, then said, “You love me, too, don’t you? I can see you do. I can see it. And listen, baby, if you love somebody, you tell them
Shit—questions. She wasn’t expecting that.
“He was my mom’s cousin twice removed on my sister’s side. But he and my mom was real close—like brothers. I mean brother and sister.” Figuring she had to get off this subject real quick, she went, “You know what I like about you?” She was tickling his leg a little, happy to see that big tent coming up already in his pants—yeah, boy was ready to go campin’ all right. “You real polite, that’s what. Callin’ me ma’am all the time. I like that shit. Wanna know something else? You real pretty too.”
She almost said purty, but figured they were past that.
She grabbed the bible from him, tossed it onto the floor, and climbed on his body.
“Don’t worry none about your bible, honey chile. We can have our own, private bible class. I be Eve, you be Adam, and our asses are stuck in the Garden of Eden.”
“O-okay, ma’am,” he said. He could barely talk. Shit, he could barely breathe.
She grinded up against him, putting his face right between her titties, then said, “Ain’t there a snake in the garden of Eden?” and undid the snap on his Levi’s.
“H-hold up a second, ma’am,” Kyle said. “Ain’t you Max’s...I mean The M.A.X.’s girl?”
“Honey, I ain’t nobody’s girl,” Felicia said.
She got his pants down, then pulled his shirt up over his head. Then she took his Y-fronts down and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
She went, “Damn, boy, you are hung .”
And she wasn’t lying neither, like when she told all them pencil dicks that they got the biggest cocks she ever seen just to boost their egos and shit. Sometimes she even told Max he had a big one. Meanwhile, sometimes she couldn’t even feel the shit. He’d roll off her and go, “I’m done,” and she didn’t even know they was started yet.
But, Kyle, man, he was the real deal. She’d been with half the Knicks and most of the brothers in Canarsie and, shit, none of them had nothing on this white boy.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said.
“Naw, thank you ,” she said, and they got at it. She didn’t want him to shoot too soon, because those southern boys—even the gents like Kyle—turned real mean when that happened.
Felicia was letting loose, coming like the goddamn D-train, shrieking like a crack ho who’d had her shit taken away.
Meanwhile, Kyle was going, “Am I hurting you, ma’am?”
She just screamed at him, “You da man, you da man, you da man!”
When she finished up she turned over and let Kyle do his thing. When he blew he didn’t make a sound. Boy was too polite to make noise.
Sitting up on the couch after, Felicia went, “I ain’t been fucked like that in a long, long time, suga.”
Then she saw he was crying, big-ass tears going down his cheeks.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
He could hardly talk, he was crying so bad.
Then he went, “I’ve betrayed The M.A.X. What am I gonna do now?”
Boy was so messed up he didn’t even remember to call her ma’am.
She caressed his cheek, went, “Ain’t no power on earth can stop love, honey.”
“You really mean that? You...l-l-love me?”
“Why you think I’m here with you right now, baby? I ain’t usually the type of girl who gets with a man real quick, know what I’m sayin’?”
Lucky she wasn’t Pinnochio or her nose’d be blowing a hole through the door, past the elevators, out the damn building and shit.
Kyle said, “But The M.A.X. said that you’re a...a... a ho.”
“That’s bullshit,” Felicia said. “Don’t listen to anything Max be saying to you cause that man got his head inside his ass, know what I’m sayin’? I ain’t no ho. I’m just a woman, a lonely woman lookin’ for love, and now I found it.”
She saw his eyes well up and let him kiss her, trying not to laugh, then said, “You love me, too, don’t you? I can see you do. I can see it. And listen, baby, if you love somebody, you tell them
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