flame and pulled his dick out, and kissed it slowly, letting the tip go halfway into her mouth; then she pulled back doing it again, going faster each time. He watched her head go up and down as the light on his phone kept flashing. He put the phone on the dashboard then put his hands over her backside so that he could finger her pussy.
Adana said, “You like this DNA, Sem?”
Skunk said, “Shh, keep doing that. Damn you swallowing this muthafucka!”
Adana said, “Let me go in the house. The check went into my account today. Let me know when you’re ready for another property.”
Skunk said, “Adana, get yo ass over here and ride this muthafucka.”
Adana said, “Whatever! Are you ready for all my DNA?”
She already knew what she was doing, trying to give him a little tease to see what his response was going to be.
She jumped right over onto his lap, bouncing and kissing his neck and ears. He started sucking her nipples and gripping her ass, not paying the phone notifications no mind. He started helping her go up and down, and the way he gripped her cheeks made her think he wasn’t going to let go.
Adana said, “Don’t nut in me, Sem.”
Skunk said, “Shut the fuck up!”
Adana said, “Oh, Sem… Oooh, Sem…Sem!”
He lifted his head, and she placed her lips on his as the flash from the phone gave them enough light to see into the eyes of each other. They began French-kissing until they both climaxed, not caring or thinking about the missed calls of disappointment from the other end.
Skunk said, “You want another flame to relax that fat ass?”
Adana said, “Yes! If I can hit yours?”
They sat in the car, flaming, talking, and listening to music until she started going to sleep.
Skunk said, “Go in the house, you’re falling asleep.”
After she fixed her clothes, she leaned over and kissed him on the neck. As soon as she opened the car door, his brothers were walking up to their rides, laughing.
Ishmael said, “What’s up, y’all?”
Merch said, “Look at all that smoke. Do you need help, Adana? Don’t fall, goofy!”
Adana said, “What’s funny? I’m good, monkey ass! Don’t tell my momma, though. Bighead!”
Merch said, “Scary ass. Aw, shit! She fell!”
*****
That morning Skunk walked past the kitchen and saw his mother talking to Marsha, Lois, and Adana sipping coffee. Skunk rushed to the bathroom, and before he could shut the bathroom door all the way, Adana pushed it open.
Adana said, “Thought you went home, Sem? Why are you looking like that? They didn’t see you pass.”
Skunk said, “Whoa…What the fuck! They right in the kitchen.”
Adana said, “They’re not worried about us! They’re talking about politics. Shhh! Let me do this so you can have a good day!”
Adana washed her face and went back into the kitchen as if nothing happened. She eyeballed Skunk as he walked in the kitchen, trying not to look at her. Adana jumped right up and poured him a cup of coffee.
Skunk said, “Thanks! Hello, ladies…”
Marsha said, “Hello, son! Thanks, Adana!”
Adana said, “Welcome, Ms. Marsha! Anything for Sem…”
Lois said, “Your mother told me everything. Congratulations, Sem!”
Skunk said, “Thanks! Well, I’m going to take this coffee to go, Mother, and I’ll see you, beautiful ladies, later.”
*****
Skunk just sat there looking over the papers ignoring his phone and on his second flame. When he went to flip the paper over, he noticed Ax all in his face.
Ax said, “Are you that disgusted, fam? You looked over the papers three times already. You don’t even smoke like that, fam. Some women are bold like that and need a man to keep up.”
Skunk said, “She just grabbed him! I couldn’t even enjoy it knowing our moms were right there in the kitchen. Then she was pouring coffee and shit.”
Ax said, “Shit! She’s a freak! She’s turning my fam out. Because y’all have maids, don’t knock a female that will serve yo ass. Has Tara ever poured yo ass anything?”
Skunk said, “No. We have maids for all that, or I got her a maid.”
Chapter 5
Isaiah
Making It Harder Than It Is
All he wanted was to see baby girl in the flesh to see if she was as beautiful as her Lovely Vines photo. This woman was pure fucking beauty with a hustle, just like he wanted. He planned to get her out of that club scene and make this bad bitch his wife. Plus, he wanted to see if she could bounce that ass on his dick like she was dancing.
*****
Isaiah arrived at the Manhattan spot off the water where they met weekly to handle the family business and speak the shits. From day one, the table seated Isaiah, Ishmael, Merch, and Skunk only.
Isaiah and Ishmael’s mother is Jean. Merch and Skunk’s mother is Marsha, and all the children have the same father, who is Isaiah Sr. Their father made sure they all grew up together in the same household and wasn’t any half this, half that shit in his house. Their pops taught them all how to hustle books and the value of family first, no matter what.
Merch said, “Isaiah always late! No pussy-getting ass!”
They all laughed as Isaiah walked up smirking, and he knew they were talking shit like always.
Isaiah said, “What’s up? What’s up? I see y’all started before me…What’s so funny?”
Skunk said, “You threw all that money on shorty. Hope you got the pussy?”
Merch said, “Bro, about to marry her smart-mouth ass first.”
Ishmael said, “It’s about time bro gets some play. I don’t see how you go so long without some pussy.”
Skunk said, “We told you! She is fine as hell, with a smart-ass mouth.”
Isaiah said, “Yeah, she bad! Soon as we get that paperwork back, I’m snatching her out of the club. I’m about to tame all that smart shit. Can’t take a stripper to meet Mom Dukes though.”
Merch said, “Told you! Bro about to marry her mean ass. She is fine as hell, though.”
Skunk
