NAMED MALIK & COCO (Urban)

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•Malik Kades•
"Leek"

"Oh my God you have such a big dick for your age." Mrs. Jackson exclaims as she grips it with her hands.

"Yeah yeah. Can you hurry up I got somewhere to be." I rush her.

She wastes no time deep throating all of me into her mouth. Moaning and spitting all over it. "Shit." I hiss pushing her deeper onto it.

She rubs her pussy while looking me in the eyes. She pulls away from it continuing to jack me off. "Can you fuck me?" She asks seductively.

I shake my head. "Nah ya shit wasn't right the last time." Last time her pussy just wasn't good enough for me so I just wasn't feeling it.

Not to mention if my mom caught me over here she'd beat Mrs. Jackson ass. My mom known in Louisiana for not playing no games. The type of mom to show up at any place any time anywhere and embarrass the fuck outta me. I know Mrs. Jackson scared of her too because the only time she call me over to suck on this dick is when my mom car ain't in the driveway.

"Ouuu you look so much like ya daddy. Y'all should run a train on-" before she could get the words out I was shoving her by her head and pushing her off of me and to the ground.

She stumbles back mad. "What the fuck Malik?"

I hurry up and put my pants on high key disgusted. "Bitch don't you ever bring up my pops while you trynna do sum shit with me. Fuckin' hoe." I curse at her. I grab my keys and my phone walking towards her door ignoring her yelling shit at me.

She grips my arm trying to stop me but I push her away. "Don't! Wait! I see your mom car out there!" She says clearly scared and panicked.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Shit well I don't know what to tell you. Ya better hope I don't tell my momma what you said cause if I do she'll fuck you up." I watch her eyes widen and she hurries back into her bedroom.

I walk out of her house walking across the street to mine. Just in time my mom is grabbing groceries out of the car. "Where was you at?" She asks a mug on her face.

I shrug. "No where mom." Till this day my parents are the only people alive who put fear in my heart.

She nods looking over my shoulder and at Mrs Jackson house. "Yeah Ight let me find out and I'm fuckin' you and her up."

I try and act surprised. "Find out what? What you talkin' about mom?"

"Boy don't play wimme." She snaps. "Actually why you wasn't in school?"

"I ain't feel good." I lie.

My mom scoffs. "I don't know why you think shit a game Leek you out here playing around all up under these females when you really need to be worried about your career. Me and ya daddy ain't gone be spoon feeding you forever." She rants.

I ignore her helping her carry the groceries in the house. My name is Malik Kades but my family calls me Leek for short. My last name wasn't always Kades but when they took me in and adopted me it became that. Let's just say I had it rough growing up. Never had any family, I grew up in the streets, I was basically thrown to the wolves. Before Danielle and Khalil only people I'd say was family was the crackheads who made sure I didn't die growing up.

When I was fourteen I got a chance to bag and sell for none other than Khalil Kades other known as Kades. When I first met him he was this large scary man with a permanent mug. Somehow somewhat he pulled one of the most genuine sweetest women I've ever met. Danielle and I crossed paths one day at the trap and she offered me a place to stay. I didn't think it'd be permanent. Growing up in the hood I knew nothing lasted forever. But the longer I stayed the more we turned into a family. Until we were one. That big scary man turned out to be my father and the sweet woman turned out to be my crazy ass momma. I thank God for them everyday because they saved me from the streets and gave me a home. They loved me like I was their own. And if it wasn't for them who knows where I'd be.