lube in it. I want you to get it nice and slippery, working that hole open with your fingers, then run that big dick up in it until my pussy nuts.”
When he finally gets his dick in my ass, I think I bug him out when I start slamming my hips and bouncing my ass back on his dick, talking real nasty and freaky while cumming from my ass and pussy. We fuck all over the bedroom in every way possible. And by the time I finish draining his dick—five condoms later, it is almost four in the morning.
“Yo, you the truth,” he says as he’s walking towards the front door. “You know how to handle ya business and take the dick like a real trooper. Word up. I’m tryna come through and hit that shit again real soon, ma.”
I smile. “Anything’s possible,” I say, opening the door.
“You can really make a nigga fall for you, you know that, right?”
“So, I’ve been told. But I wouldn’t let that happen if I were you. It would be your worst mistake.”
“Oh, word? Why you say that?”
I don’t answer. Don’t feel like schooling him on the inner workings of my ho-ism. I yawn, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, ’scuse me. Aah. I’m beat. Thanks for the nut.”
“No doubt, ma. Thanks for the experience.”
“Get home safe.”
He walks out with a big-ass Happy Meal smile on his face. I wait for him to get into his car, then close the door behind him. I smile, knowing this will be one of his most memorable moments. Trust me. I was his first: his first taste of asshole on his lips and tongue, and his first feel of ass around his dick. It’ll be a night he’ll never, ever, forget.
’Cause I’m the Man Handler, baby!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I think I am dreaming when I hear the chiming of my doorbell. But when the bell continues ringing, I drag myself out of bed, and shuffle down the stairs to see who the hell it is at my door at six in the morning. I swing the door open, surprised to see Tyler standing there in the doorway. Immediately my scowl fades into a smile.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says in his cheery voice, giving me a big hug the minute I open the door. I step into his embrace, and melt. It feels good being in his strong arms. As a little girl, his hugs always made me feel safe.
I inhale his scent, closing my eyes and smiling.
He kisses me on the forehead. “Sorry for waking you.”
“No problem. Is everything okay?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“Everything’s fine. How’s my favorite sis doing?”
“I’m your only sister, fool,” I reply, playfully swatting at him.
He laughs, stepping back and removing his coat, then hanging it on the hall closet door knob. He takes a seat on the sofa. “Okay, then, so how’s my beautiful sis doing?”
“That’s better,” I say, grinning. I sit beside him. “She’s doing wonderful, thanks.”
“You sure?”
I look at him, tilting my head. “Of course I am, why?”
He shakes his head. “Oh, only asking.”
I know Tyler better than anyone. He doesn’t simply ask something unless there’s a reason behind it. I decide to let it go. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good. Your nieces and nephew have been asking about you. You really need to come by for dinner and spend some time with us, soon.”
I smile. “I will. I promise. Now, tell me. To what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning visit?”
“Damn, can’t a brother just wanna see his baby sister?”
“Of course you can. But, I know you, Tyler. You don’t drop by
“Yeah, we’re fine. Couldn’t be happier.”
“Ohhhkaaaay, so again, what’s really your reason for dropping by?”
“Are you and Garrett still kicking it?”
As soon as he says his name, I shift in my seat. I raise my brow, tilting my head. “Why?”
He leans forward, and clasps his hands together, turning his head towards me. “Listen, Sis, you know I love you, and I don’t get into your business or anything, but I saw him the other day, and dude was looking real fucked up. It looked like he hasn’t slept in days. I stepped to him on some brotherly type shit to see if he wanted to talk about whatever was going on, but he didn’t really want to get into it. Garrett is like a brother to me, and it fucked me up to see him looking so down. My gut told me it had something to do with you, so I thought I’d come here to find out what was going on.”
“And what made you think it had something to do with me?”
“’Cause for the last three years since dude met you, all he did was smile. Now he’s moping around like he done lost his best friend. Are the two of you beefing or something?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “No, we’re not beefing. Honestly, I haven’t spoken to or seen Garrett in a few weeks.”
“Ya’ll still…you know, dating, right?”
“Garrett and I were
He sits back in his seat. “The way dude talked, it sounded like it was more than that.”
“He wanted it to be,” I offer, deciding to be perfectly honest with him. “But I only wanted sex from him.”
He playfully covers his ears, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna hear all that.”
“Oh, boy, quit,” I say, laughing. “I’m a grown, sexy, and very single woman with needs.”
“I know, I know. But I don’t need to have that image of you planted in my head.”
“Well, what the hell did you think I was doing with him? Playing cards?”
He lets out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He glances down at his watch. “Looks like ole boy got it bad for you.”
“Seems that way,” I say, crossing my legs, then flinging my hair. “But can you really blame him? I mean, look at me.”
He laughs again. “Not at all. Even with all that sleep in the corner of your eyes, and your hair all wild, you still a beauty.”
I laugh, too.
He shifts his body, facing me. “Look, baby girl. I know it’s really none of my business as to why things didn’t go anywhere between the two of you. But, trust me. Garrett cares a lot about you.”
“Did he send you over here to talk to me?”
“No, not at all. He doesn’t even know I’m here. Truthfully, he never really talked much about the two of you. He didn’t have to. It was all over his face. And I respected him for that. He’s really a good dude.”
“I know. That’s why I kept him around for as long as I did. Tyler, I really wish I could have given him more, but I don’t have it in my heart to be in a relationship right now. And I don’t want to be in one, just for the sake of being in one. It wouldn’t be fair to him, or to me.”
“I hear you. So, what exactly did he want from you that you weren’t ready to give him?”
“He wanted to date. But, ultimately, he wanted a relationship.”
“Would that have been so bad?”
“Not if I wanted him like that.”
“But you kept him around for almost three years, why?”
“You want the truth?”
He nods. “Please.”
