Page 12 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Mylani

I was impressed that Jersey cooked dinner.

He definitely was a different breed. I’d been with men who offered to take me out before.

Most dates comprised these niggas taking you to a hotel and ordering something from UberEATS.

Half of the time, you would be lucky to get that.

I helped him clean the kitchen. I didn’t want to seem like a rude houseguest. While he gathered the dirty dishes, I got the dishwater ready.

“I told you, you didn’t have to do that shit. I got it.” He came back inside from the garage, where he’d just taken the trash out.

“And I thought I told you I didn’t mind. It’s the least I can do. After all, you cooked.”

“You hardheaded, huh? It’s cool. You got it, but I’ma help you.

If I wanted a maid, I’d hire one.” I could only shake my head at his response, because it looked like he refused to take no for an answer.

I gathered the dirty dishes that he had piled up on the counter beside the sink and started placing them in the hot soapy water.

“I’ll wash. You dry,” he ordered.

“Shit! Who washes dishes with hell water? Hell nah. You wash, and I’ll dry.” I laughed at him snatching his hands back out the water like they were on fire.

“You’re so dramatic. It’s not even that hot.”

“Yeah, aight. If your skin burns off, don’t try to sue me either. You knew that shit was hot when you put your hands in there.”

I kept laughing at his silly ass as I proceeded to wash the dishes. It wasn’t like it was a lot, but he already informed me he had a mild case of OCD, so leaving them were not an option.

It didn’t take long to wash the few dishes. We were finally finished, and I was wrapping everything up by washing the sink out.

“You’ll hand me a towel so that I can dry my hands off?” I asked with my back to Jersey. He was busying himself wiping the other counters down while I cleaned over here.

“Here you go,” he said with the front of his body pressed up against the back of mine. The initial contact caused me to freeze up momentarily.

“You smell good as fuck. You always smell good, though. Like sea breeze or some shit. Not all loud like these other females. They walk around smelling like a candy shop and still be funky as hell,” he expressed, causing a giggle to escape from my lips.

He traced his fingers along the side of my neck before trailing kisses in the same spot. I didn’t think a man’s lips could be so soft, but I was wrong. He strategically placed kisses along my collarbone up toward my ear as his hands followed a more southern route.

“Mmm,” I moaned involuntarily when he made contact with my pearl.

“Shit,” he grumbled, whirling his fingers around my sweetness.

He released his hand and turned me around to face him.

He stared in my eyes for a second, like he was searching for some sort of sign, before he attacked my lips.

I was more than happy to oblige. As our kiss deepened, he gripped me under my butt cheeks and hoisted me in the air.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his torso.

Without breaking our kiss, he marched us upstairs to his bedroom.

Under different circumstances, I would’ve been scared that he would drop me.

This was his house, so I was secure in knowing he knew his way around it with his eyes closed.

Once we were inside his room, he placed me to my feet.

“Go change into that joint you packed,” he spoke, voiced laced with lust.

Following his orders, I went into the bathroom to freshen up and change.

I wasn’t a virgin by far, but this man wasn’t just anybody.

He was that nigga in the streets, and here it was I was in his house willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

I pulled my black lace bra and thong set out my bag and slipped it on.

I let Asia’s ass talk me into packing some matching heels, so here I was slipping them on too.

I oiled my body with my Botanical Body Oil from Xfoliate Skin Care and was ready to go.

I was nervous like I’d never been half naked around men before.

I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

Jersey was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a blunt.

I’d seen no one look so sexy as he did when they smoked.

When he looked up at me, he choked on what I was sure was potent weed.

“Damn, shawty. I ain’t expect you to come out like that. I mean, I’ve seen you in your dance gear, but this shit right here is exclusive because it’s just for me. Bring your ass over here.”

I swayed in his direction, stopping right between his legs. His huge hands automatically connected to my skin as he blew the Swizz up toward me.

“You gonna dance for me?”

“It’s not like I haven’t before,” I countered.

“You right, but this is just for me.” He smirked as he leaned over and picked up his phone. A few minutes later, the music started playing, and he placed the phone back on the nightstand.

“Do your thing, shawty.”

I stepped out of his embrace, and I did just what he asked.

I made love to the lyrics that Lucci was rapping as I made my ass clap to the beat without missing one. When I turned around, I straddled his lap, still dancing.

“You sexy as hell. You know that?” I didn’t respond; I just continued to grind on him.

From the bulge that had formed in his shorts, he appreciated my show.

In the middle of the lap dance, he flipped me on my back and attacked my lips.

Taking his fingers, he explored my lower set again, causing me to arch my back.

He released my lips and traveled his kisses down until he reached my nipples and swirled his tongue around each one before continuing on his mission.

He placed a kiss on my navel as he surpassed it.

He finally made it down to my lower set of lips, and it felt like I hadn’t breathed in ages.

This man literally sucked my pussy through the lace, and I had my first orgasm just from that.

He wasn’t finished, though. Like a greedy animal, he ripped the crotch of my thong and latched onto my clit and damn near sucked the breath out my body.

“Oh, my… shit,” I whimpered. Eating pussy of this caliber should be a crime.

The way that he was devouring my shit would have me bailing him out if it was.

If this was what his head was like, I was kinda scared to get the dick.

Between him sucking and plunging his fingers in and out of me simultaneously, I felt that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach indicating that I was about to have one of the best orgasms of my life.

“Ooh… shit! I’m about to cum,” I whined.

“Hurry that shit up so I can tear this pretty lil’ pussy down,” he groaned before going right back to the task at hand.

“Mmm… Jers… shit,” I stammered. That shit was so forceful, I forgot how to talk for a second.

I lay there, trying to catch my breath, because this nigga literally sucked it out through my pussy. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening and the bed dip again.

“Get that ass in the air,” he demanded, stroking his dick.

How the hell is he toting all that around? I thought to myself as I prepared to assume the position. He caught me staring and smirked.

“Yeah, I know. Y’all about to get real acquainted.”

Positioning myself on my knees, I placed the perfect arch in my back that made my body as flat as possible with the exception of my ass in the air.

“This shit looks even better up close and personal,” he complimented, smacking each cheek. To add a lil’ zazzle to it, I made it jiggle for him.

“Do that shit again,” he ordered.

Being obedient, I did but froze when I felt him entering me.

“Shit. Nah, don’t stop,” he grunted.

I didn’t know how he expected me to do that when it felt like he was tearing my shit up.

“Damn, girl.” He panted. “Dance on this dick.”

I tried my best to keep up with him and the beat, but after a while, I ended up losing the battle. He started delivering the most detrimental yet pleasurable back shots I’d ever encountered in my life.

“Daddy, wait! Oh shit! Wait,” I yelped, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Nah, I ain’t got time to wait. Get this dick,” he demanded, slapping my ass with both hands for dramatic effect.

“I’m about to cum!”

“I feel that shit. I’m right there with you.” He grunted right before his body went rigid.

“Fuck!”

We both came hard as hell and collapsed on the bed.

I felt like I’d just ran in a triathlon, the way my heart was beating.

I felt him raise off me and heard him pad to the bathroom.

After hearing the toilet flush, I heard the water come on.

When he came back in the room, he tapped me on the butt to get my attention.

“Turn over and open up.” I did as instructed and lay there as he wiped me clean. I was too tired to put my actual nightclothes on, so I stayed right there until he reappeared.

“Can you pass me my bag so I can put my pajamas on?” I asked, sleepily.

“Nah, you good. I prefer you this way. Just take them damn heels off. Them shits might get dangerous in the middle of the night.” I laughed at his comment and kicked my shoes off. He turned the music off and slipped into the bed behind me.

“You know you my girl now, right? No need in playing ’round with the shit. After what I just experienced, I’ll kill you and every nigga you encounter if it meant that you would only be mine. So, what you say?” he asked, like it wasn’t an underlying threat in his statement.

“Do I have a choice?” I asked just to mess with him.

“Not really, but I’ll let you think you did.”

“In that case, I guess you got yourself a girlfriend.” I simpered.

“I know that’s right. Come show your nigga what he can look forward to,” he instructed, leaning over and grabbing another condom off the nightstand.

For the rest of the night, I did just what my man asked and showed him exactly what he had the pleasure of looking forward to.