“Why the fuck not,” he rasped. True reached in his back pocket and removed his Glock .40. Placing it atop the refrigerator, he began to lick Rhonda’s neck. One hand slid her robe completely open, while the other fumbled with his belt. He was so hard that he almost couldn’t get it out. Seeing that he was having some trouble, Rhonda got it out for him. It had been so long since Rhonda had him inside her that she was soaked from anticipation. Scooting her ass off the countertop, she slipped him in. True’s penis throbbed against Rhonda’s walls, causing them both to let out a moan. Just as she was about to get into her groove, he pulled out.

“What’s the matter?” she said, panting.

He fumbled around in his pocket until he found a condom. “Chill, boo. Let me strap up first.”

“True, you’ve known me since forever, I’m clean. We don’t need no condom.”

“No glove, no love,” he said, rolling the Magnum on. True and Rhonda were tight, but he knew what she was about. Rhonda was about a dollar and fertile as hell. The last thing he needed was to get her pregnant and fuck his whole swagger up. He’d heard of the drama she was known to put niggaz through and wasn’t going to subject himself to it.

Rhonda was tight, but she was too seasoned to show it. She hadn’t tasted that dick in a while and she wanted to feel it inside her. She also reasoned that getting him to hit it raw would only have him more open. Rhonda had spent many years studying her vagina and could manipulate it far better than most young women her age, making her pussy one of her most effective weapons against men. She knew if she pressed True enough, he would cave and run up in it, but the risk of her plan backfiring and him leaving wasn’t worth it.

When True reentered her, it still felt good, but it wasn’t like that skin-to-skin action. He beat her from the front, pulling her to him every time he pumped. Flipping her around, he entered her from behind and went for broke. They went at it in several positions before he finally came.

Rhonda stood there, hands braced against the counter, legs trembling. Her inner thighs were damp and sticky, but something about it felt good. She looked back at True, whose caramel face held a relaxed smile. She knew she had him.