Page 1 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Chapter 1
Mercedees Atkins
“Cum on this dick like you love me. This wet ass pussy already say you do, Clover,” he spoke deeply causing a chilling sensation to surge through my body. I liked the sound of his voice, and I damned sure liked the way he fucked me. I mean, this nigga was drilling my shit. One hand on neck, one hand on frontal.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I allowed this man to go balls deep in my box. I had the grip of a newborn baby holding on to the sheets. The back shots were lethal, and my soul was enjoying every single stroke delivered. It could’ve been the Don Julio I indulged in or the weed I consumed, either way, I was floating from the combination and Mister Man was a damned good contribution to my high.
“Where you putting that nut baby? Tell Big Mama, you want her to give you a son,” I threw back while matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“You playing a dangerous game. Don’t commit to something else you’ll regret,” he threatened.
Moaning, I answered with, “Seems to me like you can’t handle wet ass pussy. You gon’ nut in it and risk it all or what?”
Snap, snap!“Helloooooo. Is a bitch talking to herself or what?” I was brought back to reality by my best friend Akira.
Delivering a death glare, I replied with, “You snap at that mutt you call a dog, not me bitch.”
My head was in the clouds and had been for the past twelve hours. I knew nothing of the man I gave my golden pussy to other than the amazing dick he handed out. When it came to liquor, it never stripped a bitch of her memories. I knew exactly what was happening.
However, I was at a loss this time around. I truly couldn’t tell you how this man looked or what his mammy named him. I lied to my cousins telling them I could run down his features, but a bitch didn’t have a clue for Blue. Ask me to describe that third leg though. I’ll run it down inch by inch, vein by vein. That was the only thing a girl could recall.
Imagine remembering the night but couldn’t put a damn face to the person that showed you a hell of a time. It was blowing the fuck out of me that I could remember every detail about the night before him but not after. I was mad at myself for letting go of the reigns so much. That was my first and last mistake.
Throwing her hands up, she laughed saying, “My bad. I was just trying to bring a hoe back to reality. What got you daydreaming so much anyway? This ain’t the first time today by the way.”
I grabbed the shot that was in front of me and threw it back without hesitation. It was one thing to be clueless about who I fucked, but a bitch was at a standstill for real trying to figure out who the hell this ring belonged to on my hand. I went to sleep on a hell of a run off the liquor and woke up as a bride. My cousins were furious and although I found it comical, it wasn’t shit funny ‘bout this. I fucked up and everybody knew it.
“Akira, do something!” I shouted slamming my hand on the table. All she could do was laugh and that pissed me off even more.
“What the hell you want me to do? You went to Vegas without me, might I add, had a muthafuckin’ ball, and I’m supposed to play Mr. Clean to this bullshit? Girl, fuck you and Mr. Atkins. Whoever the hell he is,” she said snagging the last shot on the tray.
Vegas and liquor had been my escape for the past year or so. I loved my family to death, but they had nothing but drama surrounding them. To be frank, I still harbored animosity for my grandmother. She could’ve left well enough alone but nope. I guess she figured if she stirred the shit instead of letting it continue to sit, it’d go down easier. The Atkins hadn’t caught a break since she passed.
Letting my head fall back, I tried not to let my frustrations take over. The only plus to this overnight marriage was the fact The Oath had absolutely nothing else to say about it. They could force everybody else into this life but mine was a mistake that worked out in my favor. How fuckin’ lucky am I, right?
“Do you even remember anything ‘bout the man?” she questioned.
“When I tell you the only thing that’s been on a loop is the way that nigga laid pipe. I can’t seem to get last night out my head, Kira,” I whined.
She laughed, and said, “Then don’t. Obviously, Mister Man made a hell of an impression. I’d say he did one hell of a job too. As much as yo’ hoe ass get it in, I didn’t think anyone would ever be able to have good old Cedees hung up ‘bout some D.”
“We on the same shit. I’m ‘bout to go home and indulge in some drugs. Are you coming or nah?” I inquired standing to leave.
Shaking her head, she quickly caught me by the wrist and said, “Unt un.I need to hear how Royce reacted to this shit. Oh, and the pre-rolls stay on me.” She pulled out her famous pink metal case and handed it over. “Here, now sit and keep spilling tea.”
I should’ve known she had it on her. My girl didn’t leave the crib without it. Akira had life figured out while I was trying to drown mine in tequila. She was a real hustler and got it out the mud. I respected the hell out my girl and told her often.
Sitting back down, I opened the case and pulled out a blunt. Firing it up, I inhaled deeply allowing the THC to fill my lungs. Didn’t even realize how much I needed it until I had it between my lips.
“Spill Cedees,” she repeated.
Nodding, I pulled hard once more before saying, “Girl, Royce is Royce. He gon’ act a plum fool every time something is out of his control. He stressed out bad too friend. You know that vein pops up on his forehead when he means business. I should’ve recorded his mad ass.”
I couldn’t help but release a small chuckle. She joined in the laughs with me retrieving the blunt from between my fingers. Akira and I had been down since high school. Her bullshit was my bullshit and vice versa. She’d warned me when I first started taking trips to Vegas ‘bout the consequences to come. I told her I had it under control. Clearly, I lied.
“Royce is so funny bro’. I love to see him cut up the way he do. His wife came in the shop the other day by the way. I meant to tell you that when you called. She so goddamn fine,” she said sitting back.
“Aye, I suggest you put eyes on another one. I don’t play ‘bout her, Heidi, or Brat and neither do their husbands. Keep yo’ gay ass away from them.”
