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  Hot Gurl Summer

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  Tysha Jordyn

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  ©2019 Tysha Jordyn

  www.tyshajordyn.com

  Published by Novel Chick Publications

  Any unauthorized reprint or use of the material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage without express permission by the author(s) or publisher. This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Contains some adult themes suitable for ages 16+ only.

  Dedication:

  This story is dedicated to the summer of 2019 – and all the queens that will make it a time to remember. Live each day like it’s your last, and make every night lit ASF – so lit that it’s a night you can’t remember with people you won’t forget.

  Being a hot gurl is a no judgment-zone, so be you, do you, and get it in ‘cause who gon’ check you, boo?!

  Contents

  Dedication:

  Chapter One: Summer

  Chapter Two: Julani (Ju-Ju)

  Chapter Three: Summer

  Chapter Four: Ju-Ju

  Chapter Five: Summer

  Chapter Six: Ju-Ju

  Chapter Seven: Summer

  Chapter Eight: Ju-Ju

  About the Author

  Also by Tysha Jordyn

  Chapter One: Summer

  Ouuuuuuuu…damn, Ju…sssssssss,” I begged but just like I knew they would, my pleas fell on deaf ears. He was in that zone where tunnel vision dominated his whole psyche; mind and body in sync and focused on a sole objective: punishing the pussy, and pretty much hands-free because his hands were full of them same titties folks swore I bought. But nah, my shit was home-grown, au naturel and courtesy of all those family dinners mama beat ass for missing.

  When I say this nigga knew my body? Understatement. Every single kiss, lick, touch? Orchestrated like he had the master playbook to my soul. Alternating strokes between savage and soft, Ju slowed his attack and fed me the dick nice and slow, pushing my tits together as he alternated between sucking and nibbling both nipples at the same damn time. Stimulation right there, on my clit, and deep in my pussy all at once had me ready to snatch my own wig off!

  Lawd, all this good dick you blessed this nigga with, he down here tryin’ to fuck me into a coma with it…

  My mouth was begging for a reprieve, but my pussy was a disloyal broad in that moment, locking up around this nigga’s dick and pulling him in so deep, I swear he was tapping my fallopian tubes. He was heated and I felt it; frustrated my pussy was doing its best to pull his nut up out of him before he was ready.

  “H-hol’ up, bae-”

  “Move that shit before I tie it up…” He swatted the shaky hand I had pressed against them same abs that I was licking just minutes earlier. The minute he folded my ass into this Cirque du Soleil position, I knew I was in trouble because I had zero control, completely powerless. And this nigga was taking full advantage, drilling my walls with the kind of strokes that snatched souls and created stalkers.

  “Juuuuuuu…” I moaned as he snatched both of my wrists up, pinning them above my head.

  “Nah, don’t call a nigga now. Where you goin?” he growled when I used the two seconds he took adjusting his stance to try to reposition myself. “You been showin’ the fuck out all week, talkin’ all that shit, said a nigga slangin’ weak ass dick and shit. What this weak ass dick doin’ now?” he snarled right as he dealt a stroke so deep that he knocked a pause in me. I swear I felt like I levitated right up out of my body, flipped over, and look down at myself like, “Bitch, you and yo’ mouth always’ gettin’ us into some shit!”

  Did I say the nigga had some weak ass dick? Yeah, but he knew damn well I was just talking shit; in my feelings because I hadn’t heard from him since the day before.

  Just when I thought I was literally about to perish on this nigga’s dick, he pulled out and let my hands go.

  “Hold ‘em up, and if you let ‘em go, I’ma wear that ass out.”

  “Ju-”

  “Hold ‘em up!”

  Doing as I was told, I didn’t even have a good grip on my thighs before his tongue was strumming the labial chords of my pussy, and not no soft ass R&B type strum. Ju-Ju’s tongue was battle rapping with my clit, meeting every throb of my tender nub with a lick, a suck, a bite-

  “Fuck, Ju, I’m ‘bout to cuuuuuuuuum…”

  Right along with my soul, he slurped up the river he’d created thus far, then eased back up and snatched my ass right to his thighs. Tapping his firm thickness against my clit, he pushed my legs back until my toes were touching the headboard, then plunged back into my wetness so deep I was involuntarily bucking with no effort at all, on instinct and subconsciously, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

  “Getcho nut, ma,” he coaxed, alternating between those long, soft strokes that made me fall in love with him and those ignorant, thuggish strokes that had me crazy over him.

  “Shit, Juuuuuuuuuu!” I finally found my voice just as I exploded all over him, myself, and the fresh sheets I’d tucked into place just minutes before Ju-Ju made his appearance.

  “Gotdamn, this pussy too fuckin’ good…” Now chest to chest as he released my legs, which snapped right into place around his waist, I could feel that familiar rumble behind his abs as his own nut was building in his gut.

  “Fuck, Summer!” Ju-Ju gave me one last death stroke before I felt his body go into a sexy ass spasm as he caught the nut he’d been chasing since he stepped through the door. Little did he know, I stayed popping off at the mouth every time he was on the road, just so he’d come home and fuck me into submission like this every time.

  “It’s about time you answered the phone, lil’ girl. Had me about to catch the next thing smoking to get down there and see how you’re really living.”

  “Mama, I slept in. Why you gotta be so extra?”

  “Extra is not calling your mama back. You know you seen me calling you all day yesterday.”

  Truthfully, I had more than overslept. It was well after two in the afternoon when I was finally able to drag myself out of bed, and had my bladder not been threatening to have me pissing in the bed, I’d probably still be knocked out. Ju-Ju woke me up two times to make up for lost time, so in addition to feeling like my bladder was about to burst, I felt like I needed an ice pack for my pussy.

  It wasn’t my intention to ignore my mother yesterday, but I had a hectic schedule and needed every free minute to study for these last two finals I had coming up. That on top of trying to plan my surprise for Ju-Ju had a bitch TYAD and spread way too thin. This would be the first year I didn’t go home for summer break, and I was soooo looking forward to some “me” time! Plus, who wouldn’t want to spend the summer doing hoodrat shit in the A? I was taking one summer class to stay on track to graduate early but other than that, I planned to have the most litty summer ever in Atlanta!

  “You hear me, Summer Reign!” Mama interrupted my thoughts of all the fun I planned to get in the minute I submitted that last final.

  “I heard you, Mama. Check my email, you sent pictures…I’m listening.”

  “I bet. Well, check it all out and get back to me ASAP. I nee
d to give the planner my final confirmation today if we want to have everything done in time.”

  “I will, Ma. But lemme go, I gotta hop in the shower so I can get to my four o’clock class.”

  “Right, because you don’t need to be late. And tell Julani I said hello because I know he’s there, with your lil’ fast ass.”

  “Bye, Mama!” I ended the call before she could pry any further into my business. Twenty-one years old, and she still acted like I wasn’t a whole grown ass woman. Though she and my father made it clear they felt it wasn’t a good idea to live with a guy, Ju-Ju and I had been living together since the first night we fucked. The way I saw it, my mama was eighteen when she had my brother and still in high school, so who was she to judge?

  I flipped the switch on the Keurig to heat some water for my detox tea, then swiped to my mama’s email while I waited. She was planning a special celebration of life to honor my big brother on what would have been his thirtieth birthday, which was less than a week away.

  My brother, Supreme, was killed eight years ago in what we found out was a set-up by the nigga that he love like a brother. His death left me as an only child to grow up with helicopter parents who were paranoid anytime I was out of their sight growing up. I had to hook and crook my way into getting their blessing to go away to college, meaning I intercepted the mail and threw away each college acceptance letter I got except for two. Convincing them Georgia State was the best out of the last two schools standing, here I was three years later, on track to graduate a semester early with my degree in kinesiology with a minor in sports management.

  Squeezing a few lemon slices into my tea, I heard Ju-Ju moving around upstairs as I shot my mom an email back before turning my attention to check my social media real quick. Part of me was sad I’d miss the celebration for my brother, but it was just bad timing and I couldn’t bail on my finals and risk messing up my GPA. I’d never say it to my mother, but a part of me felt like they were going overboard with the celebration; like they got so caught up in remembering the kid they lost that they forgot about the kid they still had above ground. Don’t get me wrong, I missed Supreme dearly, but it seemed like the celebrations got bigger and bigger every year, almost like they were clinging to him more than they were making peace with his death.

  Getting back to my timeline, I found it full of the same simple shit; same thirsty ass, attention-seeking people using social media for therapy and having real-life beef with a muthafucka they never even laid eyes on. I was just about to exit and put my phone on the charger when something caught my eye. Some chick named @yoniggazfavesnack404 had posted a side by side pic of a baby and some basketball nigga-my basketball nigga!

  Auntie’s baby lookin’ like money & he ain’t even outta diapers! Long ass fingers, gonna be a #hoopzGod just like his daddy! My sis @tastelikekandy19 and @jujuthagod17 know they make some pretty babies! I need a niece next! #bossbaby #babiesofinstagram #instababy #babyjuju #littleprince #adorable #babymodel #babypix

  “Ju-” This nigga must have felt that I was about to get in his shit because before his name even left my lips good, he was strolling his tall, lanky ass into the kitchen. “What the fuck is this!” I lunged my phone in his face, rounding the kitchen island in record time.

  “Whatchu on now, ma? Always showin’ the fuck out. Watch out, now,” he mumbled, trying to move around me and get to the refrigerator. I was right on his ass, though.

  “Damn, I can’t see nothin’ with it right up in my face.”

  “Nigga, you see what the fuck it is. Who is this bitch? And a baby! A whole damn infant, Ju? What the fuck!”

  When I saw his hand swipe down his face with that “aww shit” look, I knew his ass was guilty. Grabbing the closest thing within reach, which happened to be an empty fruit bowl, I swung at his head but he backed up and dodged it.

  “Man, if you don’t calm the fuck down. All that shit ain’t even necessary.”

  “I ain’t calmin’ shit-I’m so sicka yo shit! Every time I turn around, you on some hoe ass nigga shit and got me looking like a gotdamn fool in the streets!”

  Me and Ju-Ju had been on and off since freshman year, when he transferred into Georgia State from Georgia Tech. We were mostly on, but like so many other college athlete niggas, he just couldn’t get them hoe tendencies up out his system, which left me coming out of character too damn often because his bullshit always seemed to find its way to our damn doorstep.

  “Look, you gon’ shut the fuck up so I can explain or not? ‘Cause I’m not ‘bout to go back and forth witcho waterhead ass.” This nigga had the nerve to sound like I was getting on his nerves. Like I was the one that had kept a whole baby hidden for-

  “How long?” I snapped, getting up on my tiptoes like it would help bring my five-foot, three-inch frame eye to eye with his six-foot, two-inch height.

  “How long what, Summer? Damn, you so quick to assume the worst about a nigga.”

  “Because a nigga stay doin’ the worst shit! HOW THE FUCK LONG you been messing with the bitch! And when the fuck were you gonna tell me you had a fuckin’ baby!

  “Ain’t nobody messin’ wit no otha bitches-”

  “Bullshit! Nigga got a whole damn family and shit! Like I’m some damn bitch you fuckin’ with on the side. I fuckin’ hate you!”

  At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about Ju-Ju or anything connected to him. I didn’t give a fuck that everybody and their mama was telling me to tough it out and ride with him, that he was a sure first-round draft pick and I’d be set. I was tired of him and over it all. The lies, the embarrassment, holding this nigga down when I had to damn near beg for his loyaltyeverything.

  I remember my brother, Supreme, always telling me that you couldn’t turn a bad girl good but once a good girl turned bad, she was gone forever. I felt like I knew exactly what he meant now.

  Chapter Two: Julani (Ju-Ju)

  Bruh, what the fuck she hit you with? That shit look bad than a muhfucka…you need some ice?”

  I don’t even know why I pulled up on this nigga, Boom, today. He stayed clowning about the simplest shit.

  “Nigga, fuck you!”

  “Bruh, I’ma let you have that ‘cuz I heard that battered spouse syndrome shit fuck witcha head. Hit this right quick for the pain.” Boom past the freshy rolled loud in my direction.

  “Man, go’ head with that shit.”

  “Nah, I’m just fuckin’ witcha. Had ta see how far yo’ ass was gone in the head ‘cuz baby girl lumped yo’ shit up real good!” Boom laughed so hard, he got choked up on the herb he’d just lit up. I did my dirt, but being an athlete was my shit and my niggas knew I didn’t fuck around when it came to my ball career, so I stepped out onto the balcony of Boom’s condo to let the fresh air fill my lungs instead of the smoke.

  Me and Boom went way back to elementary school, and he was a big part of the reason I went with a college in Georgia. He was one of the first niggas I linked up with when my pops moved us from Louisiana to Texas, and we hung hard all the way up until high school. Our parents divorced around the same time and where mine decided to live on opposite sides of the city, Boom relocated to Atlanta with his moms and slid up in Georgia Tech a year before I started there.

  “My bad nigga, but all bullshit aside, I told you to run down what it was to baby girl.” Boom ashed the blunt out, then plopped down onto one of the patio loungers.

  “Man, that girl stay clownin’ ‘bout the most simple shit, I wasn’t ‘bout to add no extra shit to the plate.”

  Boom was about one of the only people that knew the real on all the back and forth shit me and Summer had been through. When me and her were on, I was with it but when we were on break, I did what any nigga would do: I did me. This last time we were on break, I linked up with Beyonka, this bad ass broad I met one weekend I rode with Boom down to Jacksonville to make a run. Man listen, the minute a broad hear you got even a piece of a girl back home, she’ll make it her mission to do everything under the sun to leave her
mark on that dick. You tell a chick your relationship situation is “complicated” and she puts that “you should let me love you” pussy on a nigga; that “tryin’ to be the best you ever had” pussy on you. I’ve spent a lot of time on the road playing ball, had all different types and flavors of pussy, but that damn Beyonka? One of the freakiest broads to slide down this dick, and I should’ve listened to that little voice in the back of my mind. Anytime the pussy feels too damn good, anytime it snatches yo dick up like Velcro, that usually means it comes with some bullshit.

  “Bruh, you ‘on’t listen to shit a nigga say. A chick gon’ always find a reason to take a nigga head off, so she need to hear ya foul shit from you so you got time to show remorse to the pussy.” Boom sat up in the chair and stroked his beard like he was about to spit the realest shit ever spoke. “A nigga gon’ always fuck up, it’s too much good ass pussy out there not to slip up. See, you gotta be proactive ‘bout the shit and when you done fucked up, beat her box until she so focused on pleasin’ the dick that she forget why she mad in the first place.” This nigga had all the advice in the world but couldn’t keep a girl for more than two months at a time. He might’ve been right this time, though.

  Two months after I made that trip to JAX with Boom, Beyonka slid in my DMs and with a screenshot of a test with two bright ass pink lines. I told her to share my congrats with the father, and she told me to go find a mirror and give ‘em to myself. Summer had no clue, but I’d been down that same road with at least five other chicks and just like I dodged the bullet with them, I figured I’d do the same with Beyonka. Damn sure wasn’t about to upset Summer’s ass over a baby that might not be mine. Beyonka took the petty route and named the baby after me before we had anything confirming paternity, so yeah, there was no way Summer would not flip about the shit if I told her before I knew lil’ man was mine for sure.