“Well, honey, do you at least set the table?” my mama asked Trecee with a look of disgust on her face.
She was seated beside me, her body lazily thrown over my lap as she scrolled on her phone. My father and Roxx were seated on the opposite side of the sectional talking to me about sports and whatever we could bounce the conversation around. They didn’t give a fuck about Trecee, but they didn’t showcase that either way, but she swore they loved her. Truth be told, they were fake as fuck and would grin at whatever bitch I bought around them. Their loyalty was to me,nother.
Trecee sat up, glancing at me while doing so. I staled faced her, urging her to speak for herself.
“Um, sure,” she stated, followed by a nervous chuckle. “I’ll be back.”
My eyes followed her before she turned around the corner and disappeared. She was out of earshot when Roxx chuckled. “Nigga you a fool.”
“I’m so sick of her shit.”
“Pass her to me, I’ll make sure she douche that funky ass pussy since you don’t,” he snickered.
“Boy ,chill out,” our father, Royce warned him, fighting the smile that was tugging at his lips.
“That’s one of the reasons why I don’t believe in settling down right there. You mean to tell me, I got to bow down and be with one pussy for the rest of my life, and you don’t even like yours. That ain’t convincing me to do shit,” Roxx continued.
Our dad scooted up to the edge of the sectional, his elbows touching his knees, and he pointed at Roxx. His dreads dangling down his face. Our father was built heavy because even at sixty something years old, he still believed in going to the gym faithfully. He didn’t look his age because of it, but most of that came from his skin care routine and balanced diet. A lot of people called him our older brother, and would be shocked when we mentioned that he was our father though.
I believe in a lot of things, and I’ll stomp a nigga teeth out for trying me, but if my daddy ever wanted to catch this fade, I’d back down with the quickness. I knew better than to fight his ass. He was all muscle. Shit, even Roxx knew to back down, and they were the same build. Reese would be the only dumb one to try our father, simply because he figured since he was the baby, he could get away with a lot of shit.
“That ain’t the reason. Just say you ain’t found no pussy good enough to make you settle down. When I met your mama, I knew she was gon’ be mine before I even got a whiff of the pussy. When you come across her, you’ll know.”
Leaning back against the couch, my legs cocked open as I stroked my beard and looked off in deep thought. There was once upon a time, I felt that way about Trecee, but me not being able to stand the sight of her ass now, I don’t think I’ll ever get that feeling back. Yeah, I love her, but it’s a few things betweenme and her that I don’t think are worth trying to shake back from. We’ve come too far now, and I don’t believe in mending shit that’s already broken. It’s easy for me to part ways because mentally and emotionally, I’d already checked out.
During dinner, Trecee stayed quiet for the most part, sitting by me, making minimal conversation with Roxx or giggling at something he was saying. The only time she spoke was when my mama spoke to her or mentioned something she was interested in that she could relate to. I picked over my food. My appetite was still shot from the conversation I had with Synthia a few hours ago. Creeping into my mind, like a bad habit, I decided to check on her. I leaned back in my chair, so Trecee couldn’t see my viewpoint, then went to RoxxGuard and surveyed everything. I switched the camera from every room, dipping my brows and squinting my eyes trying to find her. Shit, it wasn’t like she could go far. Panic clawed at my throat as my eyes darted through every room, desperation clinging to me until I finally found her. I silently collapsed in relief seeing her in my man cave. My dick grew hard at the sight of her. She was utterly fucking beautiful and so fucking breathtaking.
She had to have been lurking through my shit to stumble across it because I showed her every room except for my man cave. There was no need for her to be in it, not that I had anything to hide. Her attention wasn’t trampled by the pool table or the massive 80 inch television mounted on the wall, the signed basketball jerseys I had on the wall, my love for reading history books on the bookshelf, or my record collection. Synthia busied herself sliding gracefully down the stripper pole I had in the middle of the room. A while back, I remember asking her if she could dance, since she had one too, or if it was just for show. I never got my dance, but I’ll be damned if I ain’t getting it now. I couldn’t hear what she was swaying her body to, but I’m sure she was dancing to some music. It ain’t help that she was fullynaked either, almost as if she knew I was watching her, and she was putting on a show just for me.
“No phones at the table Romelo, you know that,” my mama scolded me.
Glancing up at her, my eyes met her menacing ones. “My bad, ma, this is important. It’s uh work related,” I lied. “I’ll be right back.”
Scooting my chair back, I removed myself from the table and staggered upstairs for some privacy. My parents were traditional, so they didn’t believe in turning our bedrooms to guest rooms when we moved. My room still looked the same as when I moved out nineteen years ago. Even with them buying the land and building us a compound, we were always welcome back home.
I made sure to close the door behind me and kick off my Dior sneakers before trekking into the bathroom. Standing over the toilet, I slid my dick out of my pants and went back to the security footage. This time I clicked on the audio so that I could hear the volume.
Make loooove to me, come on, come on come on.
Keep fuuuckin’ till the morrrnin’ come on, come on.
Kiss it, suck it, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Lick it, taste it.
Oooh, I know you love it, say you love it.
Baby, don’t you?
Biting down on my lip, I began to stroke my dick. I shook my head in disbelief at how thick my precum was. My thumb was drenched, soaked, and fucking wet from the sight of her. Thankfully, the footage was in color, and I didn’t have to use my imagination. Not that I couldn’t though. Zooming in, I surveyedher skin with my eyes, noticing the glow. It was shimmery and coated all over her body as if she dipped her body in honey. Her nipples were perky and hard, and her light brown hair looked slightly wet, like it was freshly washed, but her curls were still full and bountiful.
When she swung around the pole, effortlessly, her booty jiggled. Her hands gripped the pole tighter, bracing herself for something. She used her upper body strength to lift herself up, and now she was hanging upside down with her legs gaped open, giving me a view of her hairless pussy. She was showing the fuck out. My heart was beating fast as fuck as I stroked my dick, envisioning myself buried between her thighs, giving her this dick, deep stroking her pussy, as I’m licking and slurping on her neck with her hands scratching my back. I closed my eyes, clutching the phone in my hand, seeing her beneath me with tears cascading down her face with her mouth gaped open, whimpering for me to keep going, calling me daddy and shit. This was crazy as fuck! With the music gone, only my raw, desperate cries filled the void, a silent groan of despair.
When I opened my eyes and glanced back at my phone, she was no longer in the position; instead, she was on the ground with her legs spread wide open. One of them was bent back, past her ear as she played with her pussy. The intense pleasure from my nut building up had my toes curling. Satisfaction was eroding through me, making my toes curl, watching her fingers flick her clit back and forth. Over the music, I could hear her fingers slapping against her wet ass pussy. The more I stroked my dick, pleasure jolted through me, and I couldn’t fight the urge to stop if I wanted to.
Giving in, I couldn’t keep being lowkey. I already got vibes that I was being creepy, invading her privacy, but I couldn’t help it. Synthia had a hold on me that I couldn’t shake. It was damn near magnetic, and when I wasn’t near her, the thought of mebeing in her presence, holding her in a warm embrace, sucking on her skin evaded my mind, robbing me of whatever my mind was holding captive.
I tapped the mic, speaking into it after clearing my throat. “Juicy,” I uttered desperately, my voice raspy and deep. “Juicy, I need you, ma.”
Her eyes darted open and towards the camera, listening to the sound of my voice. She didn’t look disturbed, but she kept playing with her pussy, and not as if I’d just busted her, looking embarrassed from something she shouldn’t be doing.
