“Well, I’m actually on break from work,” she corrected him. “I was just bringing my cousin something. I don’t get off until five o’clock.”

  “A’ight, then.” Tank nodded. “So, give me a number, and I’ll come scoop you later. We’ll go get something to eat or something.”

  She hesitated, but he knew that she was going to give in.

  He pulled out his phone with a smirk on his face, and she repeated her digits to him.

  “All right. I’ll hit you up in a few,” he told her.

  “Okay.”

  He walked out and saw Oucho standing outside.

  “Ay, man. Yo, you should’ve told me. I could’ve put you on to my cousin a long time ago, man,” he offered.

  “Nah, it’s cool. I handle my own,” he dismissed.

  “Oh, for sho’,” Oucho corrected himself.

  Oucho was starting to get on his nerves. He would do anything to get Martaveous to manage him. And apparently, that included pimping out his own cousin.

  “A’ight, my nigga. I’ma holla,” he announced.

  “So, when you gon’ hook up your boy?” Oucho asked, hopeful.

  “When you get some real lyrics,” Martaveous said, walking off.

  Oucho looked completely sick hearing that, but that was on him. When it came to feelings, Martaveous didn’t have any. He learned to bury them a long time ago. But getting in his whip, he had thoughts of Genese and what she could handle.

  * * *

  “Oooh, shit. Mmmm . . .Tank, baby. Damn, this shit feel so good. Oooh, I didn’t know the dick was this good.”

  “Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you?” Tank panted.

  Genese nodded, unable to really speak.

  Tank had Genese at her spot, and he was on top of her beating the brakes off her shit. He had her legs pushed up, and her mouth dropped open, and she smiled in ecstasy as she watched his glazed and shiny dick pulling in and out of her pussy.

  “Gah damn,” he moaned. “Shit, G, you got some pussy that’s fire.”

  “Shit, nigga, you got my pussy leaking,” she moaned, squeezing and doing Kegels on his dick.

  She could tell he liked that shit by how he was moaning and how he had his eyes clenched tight.

  “Hell yeah,” he groaned.

  “This pussy feel good, baby?” she whispered, digging her nails into his back.

  “Fuck,” he yelled.

  She hissed, clutching him. “Show me how good this pussy feel to you, baby. Show me how good this pussy feel to you, daddy.”

  Tank started to fuck Genese harder, damn near bruising her thighs. His balls were slapping up against her ass cheeks.

  “Oh shit,” she screamed.

  She felt his hand around her throat as he gave it a nice tight squeeze, and she started coming, practically soaking her sheets.

  “This is what you wanted, huh?” he growled as he kept stroking.

  “Yes,” she strained.

  “This what you want? You want this dick hard like that, huh?”

  He had his answer the way she was coming all over.

  “Shit, fuck me, daddy,” she panted. “Harder, baby, harder.”

  He was going so hard that the bed was sliding across the floor in her tiny-ass little two-bedroom apartment.

  “Ooo . . . baby . . . this . . . dick . . . is . . . so . . . good,” she yelled.

  “Good. Then you bet not fuck with no other nigga,” he warned her.

  “Yes, baby,” she nodded quickly, agreeing to whatever he wanted. “It’s your pussy, daddy. It’s yours.”

  “You sure ’bout that?”

  I grabbed her hands with one of mine and threw them up over her head. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, and she was coming so much that her pussy was practically on autopilot or some shit.

  Tank was just talking shit. He didn’t plan on wife’n her up. He just met her and smashed it after their first date.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m ’bout to come again,” she moaned.

  “Nut on this dick again,” he growled.

  She did exactly what he asked. He ran his hand down her arm and bent down to start licking on her titties. He was biting at her nipples, and it was all driving her crazy.

  “Oooh, shit. Damn, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered in between strokes, her eyes squeezed shut.

  He knew she didn’t mean the shit because she invited him into her crib in the first place after he took her home.

  She didn’t want to look like a ho. He got that. But he was too focused on getting a nut.

  “Goddamn,” she hissed.

  He was wearing her out. Skin to skin. His chest against hers. He was talking shit in her ear, driving her crazy, while his body was pressed up against hers. A bitch could feel his dick touching her spirit.

  Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over.

  She squealed in shock as he yanked her body up. She knew what he wanted.

  “Yeah, I got to hit this from the back,” he announced.

  She immediately arched her back, throwing her ass up in the air for him.

  “Hell yeah,” he murmured as he slid his way in her.

  She gripped the sheets, knowing that he was about to tear her pussy up even more. He was looking at a freshly shaved pussy.

  He slapped his dick up against her ass a couple of times and gently grabbed her hips as he eased himself in. She hissed as she adjusted to his dick once again. The bed was squeaking as he moved back and forth.

  “Oh my God,” she cried out. “Fuuuck. Take this pussy, baby. Take it.”

  He smacked her ass hard, looking at them cheeks rippling like waves.

  “Throw that shit back, girl,” he ordered.

  She did as he asked and started twerking on the dick.

  “Gah damn, girl,” he grunted.

  He smacked her ass again, and she let him know another nut was coming.

  “Come all over this muthafucka,” he demanded. “Don’t hold that shit. Let that nut out.”

  “Yes, baby,” she squealed, biting into the pillow, feeling herself about to release yet another explosion.

  “Shit, I can’t stop coming, baby,” she cried.

  “That’s what the fuck you supposed to do,” he laughed, now pounding her pussy.

  He was fucking her so hard that tears were coming to her eyes.

  She started twerking harder and felt her body ready to collapse. This nigga was fucking the shit out of her.

  “Baby, I can’t take it,” she cried out. Everything in her felt like it was about to burst into spontaneous combustion or some shit.

  “Nah, this what you wanted. You gonna take this muthafuckin’ dick,” he said, smacking her ass hard for punishment.

  He had both his hands on her waist. He was fucking her so hard that if he had done so any harder, her head would’ve gone through the fucking wall. She was squirting all over his dick and the sheets. He looked to see that and was thrilled at the sight.

  “Shit,” he roared.

  She knew he was looking at the way her ass was clapping against his dick, and he was about to bust.

  “Yo, a nigga ’bout to nut,” he groaned.

  She looked over her shoulder to see his eyes closed tight, concentrating.

  “Come for me, daddy,” she urged.

  She could hear him growling, and beads of sweat were dripping off him onto her back. Physically, she was exhausted, but she kept going. Genese was going to make sure that he had a good-ass nut. One that would make him pass the fuck out.

  “You coming, daddy?” she asked.

  “Hell yeah.” He grabbed her waist, huffing and puffing. “Aaah . . .”

  He was fucking her quick and hard. They both knew her pussy would be swollen after this shit, but neither of them gave a fuck.

  “Oh fuck.” Her entire body tingled, and she knew that big-ass orgasm was on the way. “Tank, baby, I can’t take it no more. Hurry up and come.”

  “You gonna swallow this dick?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she screamed.

  He could’ve asked her to cosign a fucking student loan in that instant. She wouldn’t have given a shit. He smacked her ass, seeing her red cheeks and still fucking her like he was in a goddamn porn movie.

  “You betta swallow all of this shit too,” he instructed.

  “Whatever you want, baby,” she conceded. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  He knew he could get whatever he wanted from her. So he fucked harder and harder and faster and faster, then suddenly pulled out. She quickly turned around, yanked the condom off, and put his entire dick in her mouth. It pulsated as he shot his load down her throat.

  “Aaaargh,” he yelled.

  She sucked vigorously on his dick with her tongue, using all of her skills, and swallowed his hot nut. Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and forced his dick farther down her throat. The tip of his dick was touching her tonsils. She was trying not to gag as bits of spit and his nut leaked down the side of her mouth.

  “Uuuuh,” he mumbled, shaking hard. “Fuck . . .”

  His nut kept coming, and she did her best to swallow it all. She played with her pussy and rubbed her fingers vigorously back and forth. Finally, she came all over again, squirting, and they both took a couple of seconds to catch their breath as they were coming down from the extreme sexual high. His dick went soft in her mouth, and he pulled it out, exhaling deeply.

  “Shit,” he sighed, sitting up and looking around for his stuff.

  “Yeah,” she smiled.

  She curled up, and he stood up, heading for her bathroom. He was in there for almost ten minutes before he came out.

  She was surprised to see him dressed. “You not staying?” she asked him.

  “Nah,” he shook his head, not even looking at her.

  She looked taken aback by what just happened. “But—” she started.

  “I’ll hit you later,” he said, reaching on the nightstand to grab his stuff before leaving.

  She lay there confused and mad at herself.

  In the car, Tank was headed home like nothing had happened, but for some reason, she was really standing out to him.

  He had no idea....

  Chapter Seven

  July 2018

  “Ay, yo, let me get that ten-piece half lemon pepper, half hot,” Tank told the cook.

  He and Genese were out and about in Miami and had decided to stop to get something to eat. Genese had been hanging out with him for most of the day. She was enjoying getting to know Tank. They had been hanging out for the last month, and even though they didn’t really have a label on anything, she knew what it was.

  She could tell that he was feeling her. She was feeling him too. To her, Tank was that nigga. And apparently, he was that nigga to everybody else. No matter where they went, somebody knew him. Tank had clout. He was hood royalty, and she was ready to be the queen to the throne. They had fucked on the first night, and he tried to play her like she was just a jumpoff, but she knew how to hook his ass. She played the innocent role like everything was sweet and gave him his space. She knew she was probably one of the first broads that did that with him. Because of it, he hit her up and started bringing her into his world.

  He had scooped her up earlier, and they were spending the day together. He had taken her to a movie, they had stopped by the studio for him to meet with a few artists, and she sat and chilled. Now, they were grabbing a bite at one of the food trucks in the area. They were going to eat and then go shopping. Martaveous had money, and she wanted in. Her goal was to keep putting it on his ass. She was going to benefit from being with him. She knew that he liked her. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, and even though he could be a bit of an asshole, the times that he was nice, she was good.

  “Oooh, babe, that looks good,” she said, pointing to something on the menu as she tried to cuddle up with him.

  “Bruh, you got to get up off me with that. Come on, man, it’s too hot for that shit,” he said, moving away from her.

  “Damn, babe. I was just trying to hold your hand,” she complained.

  “This ain’t high school,” he frowned, taking his tray from the cook. “How much I owe you, bruh?”

  “Oh, you know you got it, Tank,” the man dismissed. “You good.”

  “That’s a word. ’Preciate it, fam.” Tank nodded.

  “Say less, man. Shoot, anytime you roll through here, you know I got you,” the man said.

  Tank dapped him up, and the man smiled seeing Genese.

  “I see you over there, bruh,” he said, eyeballing her.

  She smirked, noticing the man looking at her.

  “Ah, shid . . . You know I got to keep a bad bitch,” Tank bragged.

  Genese gave Martaveous the side-eye as she moved in front of him. He could act like she was just a bird to him, but she knew better. This nigga was feeling her but tryin’a act all hard and shit. She could see how this was going to play out. She was going to have him hooked in no time.

  “Can I get the two-piece breast and leg?” she asked.

  The man nodded, and she pulled out her cell phone while he and Martaveous talked. Two females walked up and spoke, and Genese noticed how Tank acted like she wasn’t there. After a few minutes of them talking and her being ignored, she cleared her throat.

  “Hello,” she spat.

  One of the girls looked at her, and by the way she smirked and rolled her eyes, Genese knew that she had either fucked Tank already or she was trying to. Genese got close to Tank, yet again, giving the girl the stare down. Her friend looked like she wanted to laugh.

  “Yo, didn’t I just say it’s fucking hot?” Tank snatched away.

  The fact that he did that in front of the other two girls infuriated her. “How about I just go wait in the car?” she said, stomping off, not even getting her food.

  He didn’t seem too concerned by her anger toward him as he continued to talk to the girls and flirt right in her face.

  This muthafucka here, she thought, pouting and sitting in the front seat watching him.

  She was so confused. When it was just them, everything was good. He was all over her. He spoiled her. She never had to reach in her pockets for nothing. But then he became a completely different person anytime she tried to get affectionate with him in front of other people. Most niggas would be putty in her hand by now.

  She sighed and started scrolling through her phone, waiting for him to come to the car. She wasn’t about to just let him treat her any old kind of way. That’s not how she operated.

  He finally walked back to the car and hopped in, handing her the food she left.

  “Here,” he said.

  She snatched it out of his hand, and he looked at her like she was crazy.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked.

  “You mean besides the fact that you were just flirting with other bitches in front of me like I wasn’t even there?” she hissed.

  “Maaaan, I ain’t got time for this,” he barked, cranking the car and pulling out into the streets.

  They were supposed to go shopping. Genese had seen some shoes that she wanted, and she had finessed him into getting them for her. Of course, he had planned on dropping a few stacks on some things for himself, but as long as he got her shit, she was good.

  She sat quietly, looking out the window as he drove. Neither of them said anything, but it became too much for her, and she had to say something.

  “So, you not even gonna say nothing about the shit?” she eventually started.

  “Say what? What you want me to say?” he huffed, rubbing his temple.

  “Tank, seriously? I don’t understand,” she whined. “What the hell is this? I mean, we’ve been kicking it hard as hell these last few weeks. You either at my house, or I’m at your house. And we spending time together, and everything is all good. But then when we get out in front of other bitches, you act like I’m just doing you dirty or something by the way you treat me.”

  He sighed and tightly gripped the steering wheel. “Look, man, I ain’t tryin’a talk about this shit right now,” he dismissed, hopping on the highway and hitting the gas on his Audi Spyder. “This ain’t the fucking Young and the Restless.”

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “I just think it’s really fucked up.”

  She could tell he wasn’t going to apologize, so she let it go. She was tired of arguing about the shit anyway. She’d take it out on his wallet. She was feeling him. But more than anything, she liked the benefits of being with him. So she would chill out for now. Being with Tank was her come-up. She was just a nurse making thirty grand a year. But in the few weeks that she had been fucking with Tank, she had seen him spend like it was nothing. So, if she had to deal with a little attitude, then she would.

  He pulled into the parking lot of the mall, found a space, and she cleared her throat, putting on a new face.

  I’m just gonna be chill, she told herself. He can act however he wants to act. I’m not gonna trip. Because that’s only gon’ make him push me away. Nope. I’m gon’ act like I don’t give a fuck. I’m gon’ make it to where he can’t stay away from my ass. And then I’ma show all these bitches that Martaveous Young is mine.

  They both got out of the car, and she smiled. He looked at her and shook his head.

  “Oh, now, yo’ ass wanna get some act right,” he observed.

  “It’s nothing like that,” she said, shaking her head and giving him a peck. “You said what you had to say, and that’s what it is. I can’t trip. I’m not gonna force you to do anything. Trust me, you gonna want me to stick around. I’m not like these other bitches. You can flirt with a chick all day long, but you here with me.”

  He smiled and set the alarm on his car.

  “I like that cockiness, ma,” he nodded. “Come on. Let’s get up in here ’cause it’s hot as fuck out.”

  Wiping the sweat from his face, he watched as Genese walked ahead of him. He couldn’t help but stare at her ass in that sundress. He was already thinking about how he was going to beat the bricks off her later. Genese could tell that he was paying attention to her, so she made sure to put a little extra swish in her walk.