Page 35 of Lucci

My mouth was watering for a blunt. When I made it back to the venue, the crowd was thinning out.

I gave my stub to the valet attendant and waited on my car.

Visions of Breezy in that dress made my dick brick up.

When her date appeared in the visions, I gritted my molars together.

Once I took the tux I was wearing off and changed clothes, it was a must that I head out and look for something to fuck.

If I didn’t relieve some pressure soon, my head was going to pop off my shoulders.

At home, I removed the tux and put on some basketball shorts.

When I was done smoking, I’d get dressed to go out.

I just wanted to scoop something, get a hotel room, and fuck shorty’s brains out.

It had been a lil’ minute since I got a haircut, so I ran my hand back and forth over my thick coils as I pulled from the blunt.

The ringing of my doorbell made me frown.

Tyler was no more, and Maino still wasn’t out and about.

So, if it wasn’t my mom or dad at my door, there was going to be a problem.

Blowing weed smoke from my mouth, I checked to see who was on the other side of the door and almost choked on marijuana smoke when I saw Breezy.

I opened the door, and she stood there still dressed to the nines with a look of uncertainty on her face. “What’s up?”

Breezy shifted her weight and cleared her throat. “Do you have a minute?”

I stepped back allowing her room to step over the threshold.

After I closed the door behind her she didn’t make a move to sit down.

I attempted to wait patiently for her to say what she came to say, but she was taking too long.

Her scent. The way the dress she wore hugged her curves.

Being in her presence. It was all too much, and waiting any longer wasn’t an option.

I closed the distance between us, cupped her chin with my free hand and tongued her down like a man home fresh off a double-digit bid.

I’d never enjoyed kissing the way I enjoyed slobbing Breezy down.

Our kiss was so deep and passionate that she moaned in my mouth.

Kiandra and Breezy weighed around the same thing. I wasn’t willing to risk hurting myself to carry her from the car, but it was almost a reflex for me to pick Breezy up and carry her into my bedroom. With her legs wrapped around my waist, we kissed all the way to the bed.

“If you want this dress you gotta take it off,” I warned Breezy. I wanted her bad enough to rip that pretty dress right off her body.

Breezy peeled her dress off while I pushed my shorts and boxer briefs down in one swift motion.

The moment she laid down, I wedged myself between her legs, lowered my body, and inhaled the scent of her peach.

I locked my hands around her thighs and pulled her nub into my mouth simultaneously. Breezy moaned as I sucked.

One thing I could always count on was for her to smell clean and taste sweet.

It was my turn to moan as she bucked against my face.

Writhing from the pleasure, Breezy pulled at her hair as I swiped my tongue down her center and grazed her asshole.

Her sticky essence was plentiful, and I lapped it up like a starved man.

I cleaned Breezy off with my tongue before hovering over her and allowing her to taste herself.

She cupped my face in her hands and devoured my lips.

Breezy sucked my tongue then my bottom lip.

“I missed you so much,” I confessed against her lips. My dick was throbbing so bad that it hurt.

I pushed myself into her with force that I hoped didn’t hurt her. Breezy clawed at my back and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I missed you so fucking much,” I confessed again as I began sucking on her neck.

“I missed you too, baby,” she panted.

Pulling back, I stared into Breezy’s eyes.

Things I never cared to do with other women came naturally with her.

Kissing, oral sex, eye contact while fucking.

I intertwined my fingers with hers and held her hand while I fucked her with aggression.

I was marking my territory. I was done letting circumstances and other people keep me from Breezy.

“Turn over. I’m about to punish that ass for being at the gala with another man.” I warned Breezy.

Breezy must have known that the pain would be coupled with pleasure because she didn’t hesitate to get on her knees and toot that ass up in the air.

I eased back into her slowly, and we moaned in unison.

Increasing the pace of my strokes, I began to pump in and out of her faster and harder.

Breezy clawed at the sheets and alternated between whimpering and moaning as I fucked the taste out of her mouth.

“Lucci! Lucci, baby, oh my fucking gosh,” she squealed as her body convulsed, and her pussy spasmed on my dick.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I smacked her ass cheeks. “Where you want this nut?”

“In my mouth. I want to suck your dick so bad, baby. Let me taste it.” The way she was damn near begging almost put me in a trance. Even though the idea of head was amazing, it was hard for me to pull out of Breezy’s tight, moist center.

Finally, I snatched out her, and she whirled around and took me into her mouth. Grabbing a fistful of her classy up do, I thrust my hips fucking her mouth. Breezy moaned greedily as saliva dripped off her chin.

“Do that shit,” I coached. “Do that fucking shit,” I damn near growled as my seeds shot from my dick and slid down her throat.

Breezy cleaned me up with a devilish grin on her face. Clearly. She enjoyed making my toes curl. I collapsed beside Breezy. A nigga was spent, and I just needed ten minutes to catch my breath.

“What made you stop by?” I asked. I almost didn’t want to know why she came. All couples had problems. No relationship was perfect, but I couldn’t help but to wonder if I should include Breezy in my chaotic world.

“I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Make sure you were okay. Even if I felt like you didn’t deserve it.”

I chuckled. “Funny thing is, I haven’t done anything wrong. On any given day, Kiandra is mad at me just like you are. Shit is wild.” I shook my head and stared up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” Breezy’s tone was soft. I looked over at her. “Women can be brats sometimes. I honestly admire the way you handle Kiandra.”

“That’s nice to know because she sure doesn’t,” I chuckled.

Breezy ran her thumb back and forth across my cheek. “We need to talk about something.”

“What’s up?” my brows furrowed.

“Why do you keep getting shot at Lucci? Talk to me.”

My eyes traveled back to the ceiling. “You already know I don’t get money the conventional way. My primary source of income over the past few years has been robbing niggas. Sometimes, that shit comes back to bite me.”

“Seems like a lot of times.” I could hear the fear lacing her tone.

“I’m done with that. Had plans to be done with it before I got shot.

I found a house, and I bought it. I’m going to renovate it and sell it.

I’m also giving real estate class another go.

I wasn’t playing when I used to say that Kiandra was too good for me.

But you’re no different than her. I felt like you were too good to get caught up in my bullshit.

That was one of the reasons that when you fell back from me, I left you alone. ”

“I’ve had to learn the hard way that leaving you alone sounds easier to do than it actually is. I probably set myself back further by coming here tonight.”

“Nah, you didn’t because I’m not letting you go this time.

Unless it’s a life or death situation, I can’t keep running to Kiandra.

She has feelings for me still, and she isn’t in the headspace where we can be cordial.

I’ll never just leave her for dead though.

Whatever I gotta do to get this right with you, that’s what I want. ”

The silence that followed was annoying as hell.

Despite Breezy being there in my bed, I had no way of knowing if she still felt the same.

Maybe she was past my shit and wanted one more round before she said to hell with me.

Breezy inched closer to me. She then straddled me and peered down into my face with a grin. “You sure you ready for all this?”

I tapped her ass cheek signaling her to lift her hips. When she did, I placed my dick at her opening, locked one arm around her waist and guided her down. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

It had been two weeks since Breezy and I got back on good terms, and we had been almost inseparable.

We both still handled business, but we were together every day.

She had officially placed me on pussy time out for at least three days because I hadn’t been letting up off her, and she could barely walk.

I walked into the kitchen of the house I bought, and she was leaning over the counter placing a backsplash on the wall.

With a lick of my lips, I zeroed in on her behind as she concentrated on getting the alignment perfect.

I waited for her to finish before walking up behind her and placing my face in the crook of her neck. “This looks nice.” The fact that Breezy was helping me out with the house was another bonus for me.

No matter how soft that shit made me feel, I enjoyed spending time with her.

I had been watching her closely because she shared with me the fact that her mother had died.

She also shared with me that she had cried, but I still felt like she was holding a lot in.

Or maybe she just chose to be sad in private.

I had great parents and couldn’t relate to either one of them not being there.

It was possible that she wasn’t that affected by her mother’s death, or maybe she hadn’t processed it yet.

“Don’t get mad at me when you get hard because you can’t get any today, tomorrow, or the day after that and if you try, I’m calling the police,” she giggled trying to ease out of my grasp.

“It’s too late for that.” I held her tighter. “Every time I see your face I get hard.”

“You gon’ let me finish this backsplash or nah?”

Kissing her neck, I loosened my grip on her and let her go. Pulling my arm all the way back, I smacked her left ass cheek as hard as I could making her squeal and jump.

“Bro, you’re an asshole.”

“I’m not your bro. I’m baby, bae, or daddy Lucci.”

“Whatever,” Breezy giggled.

I wanted to focus on one room at a time in the house.

The kitchen was pretty much done, so I had moved to the living room.

A guy by the name of Loyal was referred to me, and homie did excellent work.

He had replaced the cabinets and countertops in the kitchen and put in new windows.

My father and I painted and did the flooring.

Breezy was doing the backsplash in the kitchen, an accent wall in the bedroom, and cleaning for me.

I had ripped up the carpet in the living room and was currently painting.

Loyal was going to do the floors and the windows in the living room.

I could do a little something, but I was nowhere near as nice as him.

I had been watching him though. The goal was to save more money on each project by doing more things myself.

I worked until Breezy was done in the kitchen, then I locked up the house and we left.

“You want leftovers tonight, or we gonna grab something because I don’t feel like cooking?” she asked while pulling the seatbelt across her body.

“I’m good with the leftovers. I’ll stop and get you something if you want.”

“I’m in the mood for seafood.”

“Bet.”

Breezy ordered her food online, and I went to go pick it up.

At my crib, I took a shower, smoked, and then we sat in the living room watching a movie.

It felt good to be doing regular shit and not sitting back plotting thinking about when my next lick would be.

When we were done eating, Breezy went and got her notes and everything she needed to study.

I chuckled when she passed me my real estate textbook and my notebook.

“I’m going to quiz you on chapter one when I’m done studying. You can only miss one question. If you miss none or one, I’ll give you some head.”

“Say less,” I opened the book making her laugh.

My class didn’t start for another two weeks, but it wasn’t a bad idea to go ahead and start refreshing my memory on what I’d already learned.

By the time class started, I should have the first five chapters down pact at least. Nothing could make a person change their way of thinking like life’s experiences because if someone were to ask me now when it came to a woman if I chose loyalty or love, I’d tell them I wasn’t choosing.

If I couldn’t have both, then shorty wasn’t the woman for me.