“Yeah. You get cut the fuck off. You paying for them damages too straight up.” Mel said sitting across from her on the sectional.
“Excuse me? What the hell do I look like?”
“You looking like somebody who about to come up off some bread,” Shemel said, rubbing his fingers together.
“What is that for? I’m not giving you no money for that bitch car. Fuck outta here,” Reilyn said, sucking her teeth.
“You gone run me a few stacks to keep your little secret or they, meaning Brix and her girls gone catch wind of this,” he replied shrugging his shoulders.
“Ah. So what you a snitch now?”
“Never. I ain’t no snitching ass nigga. I’d make you tell them.”
Reilyn burst out laughing. The fact that he was taking up for Brix had already pissed her off. Now Shemel was basically blackmailing her for money. She shook her head and folded her arms.
“Let’s make a deal.”
“Shoot.” Shemel said, giving her his undivided attention.
“Since I’m basically getting blackmailed here,” she said rolling her eyes. “I get something out of the deal as well.”
“Something like what?”
“You.”
Shemel let out a chuckle then licked his lips. “Me? You already had me and you fucked that up. Next.”
“No. I’m saying I want you whenever I ask and whenever I don’t ask. I want the dick whenever and wherever regardless of who you with or what you doing. Well, unless it’s music wise. We can discuss that at a future date,” she said seriously.
“You dead ass right now?” Shemel asked with confusion written all over his face. This was by far the craziest shit he has ever heard her say.
“Dead serious. You seem like you pretty serious about this Brix girl or whatever. So if you want me to give you money so that I stay quiet about her car, you have to agree to what I just said.”
Leaning his head back against the couch, Shemel let out a low groan. This is not what he expected to happen. The initial plan was to talk some sense into Reilyn’s ass, let her know her place, then send her on her way. She wasn’t going for it though. As always, she had a trick up her sleeve. On one hand, Shemel considered telling Brix who damaged her car, but that would fuck up his chances of ever being with her. On the other hand, he would have that guilty conscious and Reilyn constantly breathing down his back, or more like his dick.
“Fuck man,” he spat, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.
“Who you calling?” Reilyn asked, standing up from her seat.
“I’ll just tell her. I don’t got time to have you clocking my every move like you my chick. That shit is for the birds yo.”
Getting on her knees, Reilyn crouched down between Shemel’s legs. Running her hands up his Nike joggers, she traced the imprint of his dick and gave it a squeeze. Using her other hand, she took his phone from his embrace and sat it next to her on the carpet.
“Man, what is you doing?” Shemel asked, running his hand over his face. Reilyn knew he was a sucker for some bomb head, and she was about to have him like putty in her hands.
“Why would you call her, when you can be getting all this,” she asked, while gripping his erect penis even harder. Running her hands up and back down his chest, Reilyn tugged on the seam of his sweats. Without even thinking twice, Shemel lifted up some so she could do her thang. As bad as he wanted to call Brix and tell her what had went down, the treatment he was about to receive sounded so much better. His little head was doing all the thinking at this point, and it was telling Shemel to get out his feelings and catch this nut. Fuck the sentimental shit.
Scooting his Ethika boxers down, Shemel stood up. He knew Reilyn was about to get straight nasty on him and the last thing he wanted was stains to get on his couch. Plus, he loved gripping her head while he fucked her throat. Smiling up at Shemel, Reilyn licked the head before taking him deeply into her mouth. Knowing how Shemel liked it, she spit all over his dick before going in.
“Shit girl,” he hissed, throwing his head back.
Slightly smirking, Reilyn kept going. Massaging her clit through the leggings she wore, she hummed on his head, letting out a satisfied moan. Gripping the back of her head Shemel pummeled her mouth with force. He was trying to shove his dick down her throat. Using no hands, Reilyn sucked his dick like the pro she was. From years of practicing on her white boyfriends her father insisted on her dating, her head game was superb. So good, she had grown men running from her.
“Mm, you taste so good,” she moaned out, looking him dead in the eyes. Rule one in snatching a man’s soul.