Free Justify My Thug by Wahida Clark

my doorbell. They wouldn’t stop ringing it. I was giving him one more chance. “Why haven’t you answered my calls, Kay?” Whoever was on my bell wouldn’t let up.
    â€œWhat nigga you got ringing my bell at midnight? And don’t be questioning me. Looks like I need to be the one doing the questioning.”
    I jumped up off the sofa trying to decide who’s going to receive a royal ass whipping, my husband or the fool that was laying on my doorbell. Since whoever was laying on my doorbell was closest, I went for it. I’d get with Kaylin later.
    â€œAnswer the door and let your nigga in. I’ll talk to you later.”
    He had the nerve to hang up on me.
    Now I had smoke coming out of my ears. Later for who was at the door. It was on. I dialed Kaylin back and it went straight to voicemail. I stomped in place and threw the phone at the sofa. Since he wouldn’t answer, that meant the fool that was still laying on my doorbell was getting ready to feel my wrath.
KAYLIN
    I ended the call with Angel and hit my camera button on my cell. As soon as I did, she snatched the door open with this crazed look on her face and I got my picture. She didn’t know how to react.
    â€œOooh, I hate you,” she gritted. “Why you gotta do shit like that Kaylin?”
    â€œTo get you all riled up, that’s why.”
    I put the phone away, stepped inside the doorway, dropped mybag and rushed her. I smashed her up against the wall, ran both hands up under her robe, rubbing her thighs before grabbing me two handfuls of her luscious ass. She roughly grabbed my face and kissed me. Her kiss was soft and long. I lifted her up and she wrapped both of her legs around my waist.
    â€œI missed you,” she told me and I could tell.
    â€œI missed you more.”
    â€œI was worried about you. I don’t like it when you don’t answer my calls. I always start thinking the worst has happened.” She kissed me again and now my dick was talking shit saying, “Yo nigga, we gonna do this or what?”
    I held her up with one arm, fumbled with my jeans and grabbed my joint. The head found her opening and she was already wet. I slid up in her right there up against the wall. The pussy received me well. I had her back smashed up against the wall and since she couldn’t move I fucked her as if I was gone for a couple of years instead of days. She held on tight and the seductive whimpers that escaped from her throat were letting me know that my dick game was on point. I got in as deep as I could; she grabbed me tighter and started whispering shit in my ear.
    â€œI’ma patent this big, brown dick. No nigga ever fucked me as good as you do.” She moaned as she nibbled on my ear. “This is my dick and this is your pussy. I’ll never give your pussy away.” That’s when I tried to tear the bottom out. She started yelling, “My spot babeee … aww shit you on … my spot,” she groaned. I was beatin’ it up.
    Her pussy started squeezing my dick as I stroked in and out, long and deep. She was cumming and I wanted to fuck her a little longer but I couldn’t hold back. That shit drove me over the wall. My dick started releasing a river load. We held onto eachother as we rested against the wall. We were breathing as if we had just run a marathon. I raised her a little and carried her to the sofa. I eased down with her still straddling my lap.
    â€œI love you,” she told me.
    â€œI love you more.”
ANGEL
    I can never stay mad at Kaylin for too long. Well, that’s not totally true. I remember when he called off our wedding. I was not letting him go, in other words, no matter what, we would be walking down that aisle. And we did. We tied the knot right here in the living room around three in the morning. Nevertheless, I stayed mad at him for a long time. It’s a damn shame that once I get the dick all is forgiven. This time was no