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  “A’ight. We can do this.” Briggen pulled out his wallet. “How much we talking?” he wanted to know.

  “First, I want a better apology.” She sat down across from him.

  “A’ight. I’m sorry for the way things went down tonight. I had no idea shit would happen the way it did. I was glad to see you, that’s why I asked—or rather begged—you to stick around. I just wanted to kick it with you. I—”

  Shan cut him off. “Why in the fuck do you want to kick it with me and you got all them other bitches!” She just couldn’t get over that. “No! No!” She put her hand up. “Fuck it! Don’t even answer that. Just give me my damn necklace and all the money you got on you. That’ll make up for all the shit I went through tonight. And you better hope that I don’t sue your ass! And you still didn’t tell me how many hoes you got!”

  “I thought you wanted me to apologize? How you gonna cut me off in the middle of the apology?”

  “Nigga, cut the bullshit all right?” He could tell that she was really pissed off.

  “A’ight. You got that.” Briggen opened his wallet and pulled out all the bills. “I already told you those bitches run my businesses. One runs the club and the other one runs my day care center.”

  “Whatever nigga. I know it’s another one running your car shop. Just toss the dough onto the coffee table,” she ordered. “And I know you got a money clip. Pull that out! And you got another hoe trafficking your dope.”

  “Anything else, Your Highness?” Briggen asked as he did what he was told, not wanting to touch the fact that she was calling out all of his business. Hoes talk too damn much.

  “Now give me my necklace.” When he placed it in her hand, he tried to pull her up. “Don’t even try it nigga. You are now dismissed.”

  “What if I told you I didn’t want to go.”

  “That’s your problem. Not mines.” She stood up and he put his arms around her waist. “It’s time for you to go. You know all your hoes are waiting on you.”

  “I’m here with you. You got me now.” He was easing her back towards the couch.

  “Briggen—or Calvin—don’t even try it,” her voice squeaked.

  “Remember you told me, ‘Briggen, I had been trying to reach you for days.’ Well, here I am. What did you want? You got me.”

  “I was trying to reach Calvin not Briggen. I don’t know who Briggen is.”

  “I’ll tell you all about Briggen. Briggen has been feenin’ for some of this pussy.” he whispered as he bent down and kissed her lips. “What else do you want to know about him?” He kissed her again.

  “Nothing…right now,” she barely got out.

  He sat down on the couch and pulled her between his legs. “You don’t deserve me,” she mumbled.

  “I know baby.” He raised one of her legs up and placed it on the couch. She grabbed onto his shoulders and was anticipating what was coming next. She held on tight as Briggen spread those pussy lips, pulled the hood up over that clit and went to sucking.

  “You don’t deserve me, nigga.” She moaned as her clit grew harder and bigger. “Nigga, shit!” she yelled as she went to grinding against his tongue. “Brig, Cal, whoever the fuck you are, oh, nooooo, don’t stop!” She screamed as she started to cum, digging her nails into his shoulders. Her juices were squirting out and Briggen was sucking it all up. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” She kept screaming as he brought on her second orgasm. She was enjoying his lips and tongue as they tickled her tingling body. He finally came up to her nipples where he sucked and teased them to the point where she was ready for round three. “Nigga go back to where you just came from,” she ordered as she spread her sweaty, sticky thighs.

  “Damn your pussy taste good.” Briggen smirked as he slid two fingers inside of her and watched as she began to grind nice and slow. She gently placed both hands on his head, guiding him to where she needed him to be. Briggen, wasting no time, continued to finger fuck her as he began licking her clit.

  “Babeeeeee. Oh, my God!” Shan cried out in ecstasy as she was trying to mash her pussy in his face. Oh, this feels sooo good. Right there, baby. Right there. Oh, my!” She tried to stop that tongue action but Briggen wasn’t having it. “Oh, please!” she screamed out as her juices squirted every which way.

  “See what you’ve been missing out on,” Briggen sarcastically said as he stood up. When the flow stopped Briggen picked her up. She was limp as a rag doll. She hadn’t cum since the last time they were together.

  “Oh, shit!” she kept repeating as she caught her breath. He was moving towards her bedroom. “Hold up. Put me down.” As soon as her feet hit the floor she closed her robe and tied it.

  “Why are you tying it? Let’s take it to the bedroom.”

  “Bedroom? I know you heard me. I said you didn’t deserve me. Now get the fuck out!” She switched her ass to the door and swung it open. Briggen looked at her as if she was crazy. “That’s right nigga! I said get the fuck out!”

  Briggen just shook his head. “So it’s like that?”

  “Out, hoe! Nigga get the fuck out!”

  When he reached the door he moved her hand off the knob and slammed it shut. “You got me fucked up. I’m not going anywhere. We gonna finish this.”

  She ran for her cell phone and dialed 911. “Now nigga, how do you want this to really end? With me or the police? Hello!” She said into the phone while staring at Briggen. “What’s up?”

  He smirked at her as he opened the door. “A’ight, you got that off.”

  “I did, didn’t I? Bye.”

  Briggen shut the door behind him and stood there. When he heard her lock it he smiled at the thought of how he just got played big time. That pussy was worth it. He said to himself as he headed for his Denali, jumped in, and pulled off.

  9

  BRIANNA

  Peanut looked over at Brianna and asked himself when was he going to stop fucking with her. He knew that the only reason he was asking himself that was because of the guilt he was temporarily feeling. Less than an hour ago he was at home chilling with wifey when Brianna two-wayed saying, “Let’s finish what we started earlier. At Club Premiere. Come and get it, Daddy!” He told Keke he had to make a run and would be right back.

  “What’s up with the trucks?” Brianna teased, breaking his train of thought. “Everybody wants to drive a truck.”

  “For me, it’s comfort. I’ma tall nigga. I’m hungry. Where do you wanna go?”

  Brianna looked at her watch. “Not too many choices this time of morning. IHOP, CK’s, Kettles.”

  “Well, you wanna go cook?”

  “Cook? I didn’t page you to cook. I wanna fuck!” she seductively answered.

  “A’ight then.” Peanut laughed. “I guess I’ll pick the spot. ’Cause a nigga gots to eat first, then we can fuck.” He headed for IHOP, cruising down American Way.

  After Brianna ate blueberry pancakes and watched Peanut kill a sirloin steak, cheese omelet, potatoes and two glasses of Welch’s grape juice, she was full. It was almost 3:00 A.M. when they headed for Bri’s house.

  “So what is your girl gonna say about you being out all night?”

  Peanut grinned. “Since when have you gave a fuck?”

  “All right smart ass. If you got it like that, then you can do it more often.”

  “Don’t be greedy Ma. Plus, you start being greedy your girl Shan gonna peep game. Even though I still don’t understand why you tryna hide the shit.”

  Brianna sucked her teeth. “Shan is my sister. I know her. And trust me when I say it, if she finds out that her best friend is fucking her brother neither one of us will ever hear the last of it.”

  “So what?” Peanut looked at her incredulously.

  “Forget it. You don’t understand.”

  “It ain’t nothing to understand.”

  “Whatever. I don’t want to argue with you about it.”

  “Well, let’s argue about that nigga Skye you was with at the club. You fuckin’ him?”

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nbsp; Brianna looked at him as if to say Nigga, why you all up in mines? She smirked before saying, “What if I was?”

  “What the fuck you mean, ‘what if I was?’” He smashed the side of her face up against the door window.

  “Peanut, what the fuck is the matter with you?” she screamed in shock as she rubbed the side of her face. “No, I’m not fuckin’ him! What is the matter with you? You questioning me? I don’t bother you about wifey and whoever the fuck else you seein’!”

  “That nigga is the enemy. Stay the fuck away from him. You feel me?”

  This nigga got a lot of nerve. I don’t believe this shit. He got a bitch at home and got the audacity to be checkin’me.

  “Brianna?”

  “I heard you Peanut.” She was rubbing her face.

  “I know you heard me but do you feel me?”

  “I feel you, damn.” She rolled her eyes at him. This nigga done got me outta the mood. If the dick wasn’t so good, I swear I’d pull out my switchblade. I can’t believe he just did that.

  When they pulled in front of Brianna’s, Peanut asked before he cut the engine off, “You want me to come up?”

  She gave him that, yeah, I wanna get fucked look and said, “Oh, so now since you hit me you trippin’? Whatever.” And she got outta the car.

  “Oh, so now you mad?” Peanut answered as he shut off the engine. She ignored him and kept on going.

  Once inside Brianna’s apartment Peanut lit up a blunt and got comfortable listening to Brianna turn the shower on. He flipped through her CD collection and stopped at Floetic by Floetry. He was totally relaxed, had stripped down to his boxers and T-shirt and was damn near asleep by the time she came out the bathroom and straddled his lap.

  “I know you didn’t fall asleep on me,” she whispered as she pulled his shirt over his head.

  “Damn, you smell good. Like pears and peaches. Some shit like that. Stand up. Let me look at what you got on,” he said, forgetting about the fallout they had earlier.

  Brianna blushed as she stood up, knowing that she was the shit. She had on a see-through tan teddy with matching panties, garter belt, stockings, and mules to match. She played in her hair as she slowly twirled around for him.

  “Bend over.” He slid her panties down, spread her ass cheeks and went to licking her ass crack.

  “Ooooh.” Brianna shuddered as chill bumps popped up all over her body. At first it was tickling but then it began to feel good as her pussy began to juice up. “No…one…has ever…oh, my God…done…this…before…oooohsh…”

  “Stay right there,” Peanut mumbled as he pulled out a condom and put it on.

  Brianna peeked behind her and her pussy got that much wetter as she looked at her favorite big dick. His dick so far was the biggest she’d come across. She tried to stand up. “Where do you think you’re putting that?” she teased.

  He gently pushed her back over. She grabbed onto the coffee table as he spread her legs. “You want Big Daddy, or what?” He put the head in her pussy and stopped.

  “Oooh, yeah, give it to me Daddy,” she moaned.

  “I’ll be gentle.” He grabbed her hair, snapped her neck back and rammed all of his ten-and-a-half-inch dick inside her.

  “P-P-P-Peanut…damn you…” Brianna moaned as he began to get his grind on. She liked for him to take that first entry slow. “Oh, shit! Slow down!” Peanut didn’t want to but he did slow it down. He began making long in and out strokes. As Brianna was getting adjusted and was beginning to enjoy the feel of him inside her she could tell, as he was speeding up, that he was getting ready to cum. “Don’t cum yet. Slow down, baby,” she pleaded.

  “Slow down? Baby, I’m tryna stretch you out so we’ll be straight for later on,” he said as he began pumping harder, deeper, and faster.

  Brianna tightened her grip on the coffee table. She felt like his dick was going to come up through her throat. “Nigga, shit!” She groaned as he started to cum.

  He pulled her up by her hair and began sloppily kissing her on the neck. After he caught his breath he asked, “You a’ight?”

  “Do not put one hickey on my neck,” she said with much attitude.

  “Don’t be mad. I got you.”

  “When nigga? You got me all open and you done got yours.”

  Peanut laughed as he turned her around, kissed her on the lips and pulled her teddy up over her head.

  “If only you fucked as good as you kissed I’d be a’ight,” she snapped.

  “Oh, really?” He picked her up and laid her on the coffee table.

  “Peanuttt!” she shrieked. “This table is cold!” She tried to get up but he told her to lie back down as he pushed her legs up. “You better hope this table doesn’t break.” She giggled.

  “It’s not gonna break,” he told her as he got on his knees and began fingering her and playing with her clit. She was no longer laughing as she widened her legs and put her legs across his shoulders. “Oh, you like this don’t you?” He leaned over and began running his tongue all over her pussy.

  “That’s right nigga, show me what you got and return the favor from earlier.” She moaned.

  Peanut ate her pussy until she came and came again. Afterwards they took a shower together and ended up in the bed. With her on top and in control she was able to ride that dick in comfort until she came and his dick went limp.

  “You straight now?”

  “Mmmm-hmmm,” she moaned as he sat up and began sucking on her nipples.

  “I’m not straight. You gonna hook a nigga up again or what?” He planted soft kisses on her lips then got in position so that he could get some head.

  “This is gonna cost you,” she said, considering how big his dick was.

  “You know you love this big dick.”

  He grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head down. “I want you to suck the head real nice for me,” he ordered as he closed his eyes and laid back. Brianna was just getting into the groove when his cell phone rang. He motioned for her to keep going. He looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was wifey, Keke.

  “Yo Brianna, if you can do this quietly keep going, if not, you’re gonna have to excuse me while I take this call.”

  She stopped, looked at him and sucked her teeth. “Don’t answer it. She’ll call back.”

  “Keep it down, a’ight?” he warned as he answered the phone. “What up babee? How you doin’?”

  Brianna took this opportunity to climb back on that long, hard dick and at the same time she was trying not to moan too loud.

  “Hold up baby, let me turn this down.” He pressed the mute button on the phone. “Yo, get up! You too loud. Give me a few minutes, a’ight.”

  Brianna rolled her eyes. “You in my bed nigga!”

  “But you ain’t wifey! This here is my bitch on this phone yo.” Brianna climbed off him, grabbed her robe and stormed out the room.

  She walked to the living room, picked up her phone and dialed Shan’s number. Her sleepy voice finally answered. “Hello.”

  “Hey girl, what’s up?” Brianna said dryly.

  “You don’t sound like the hoe that snagged a baller last night. What happened? Things didn’t go as planned? Where is he?” She yawned.

  “Girl, please. Skye is here,” she lied. “You know I never fail.”

  “What? He’s asleep?” Shan was now sitting up in her bed, looking at the clock. It was six A.M.

  “No. He’s in there on the phone talking to his girl.”

  “His girl? Tell that nigga he can talk to her when he goes home!” Shan was practically yelling. “What’s the matter with you B?”

  “He let me know up front he had the hoe.” She heard Shan suck her teeth. “Enough about me. What’s up with you? What did you end up getting into last night?”

  “Obviously you didn’t check your machine B.”

  Shan now had Brianna’s undivided attention. “Was I supposed to?”

  “If you would’ve you would be aware of what all happened to me.
Shit! I don’t know where to start!”

  “Start somewhere.” Brianna was now staring at Peanut’s hard, beautifully sculpted naked body and that long big dick was dangling. He was off the phone and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Come on back to bed Shorty.” He kissed her on the lips. She rolled her eyes at him.

  “Shan give me a minute.” Before she could say anything he was sucking on her lips and her tongue.

  “Let me finish this call okay?” She smiled at him.

  “Hurry up.” He kissed her again. “A’ight?”

  “Okay.” She was looking at his dick, which was now sticking straight out. After he turned and walked away she said, “Shan, girl, you just don’t understand what some good dick will make a bitch do.”

  “No. I don’t. And I really don’t want to hear what you will do for some. Are you gonna listen to me or what?”

  Shan ran down all of the events of the evening. From the two ass whippings to her leaving her Lexus at the club, to Briggen coming home with her, him giving her some head and her putting him out.

  “Girl you are lucky Briggen didn’t beat your ass for pullin’a pimp move like that! But back to my car, Shan. Go get my car please. You better hope my car is right where I left it. I can’t believe you left my ride!”

  “He has somebody watching it.”

  “Brianna!” Peanut was ready to get sucked.

  She covered up the mouthpiece. “I’m coming.” Getting back to Shan she warned her, “You better hope he do. Go get my car hoe. I need to get my hair done. I’ll talk to you later.” Brianna heard the shower start and got up and headed towards the bathroom. “How you gonna rush me off the phone then jump in the shower?”

  “You took too long,” he said, stepping into the shower.

  “Don’t make me hurt you nigga. Now you hurry up.” She stormed out the bathroom. When she went into her bedroom she heard a cell ringing, and it wasn’t hers. She felt around in his jean pockets and grabbed his phone.

  “Hello.”

  “Who dis?”

  “Who you lookin’ for?”

  “Put Nut on the phone.”