Author's Note
Im so sorry, I forgot to mention the ages and grades the characters are in. Everybody that I acknowledged so far are seniors. Tyla and Kendrick are 17. Brandon, Jada, and Trinity are 18. Enjoy!
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Brandon's POV
I look down, watchin' Trinity movin' her head up and down my shaft. Shit. This bitch got crazy head game, bruh. I'm just imagining Tyla on my dick instead of this dirty bitch.
"Fuck, Tyla, Ima cum." I moan out and Trinity jerked her head back so fast that it made a 'pop' sound. "What the fuck you doin' bitch," I yell at her, "I'm not done yet." I push her head back, almost getting' my finger caught in the loose ass tracks glued to her head. She slurps and slurps until I let loose in her mouth. She swallows and stands up with a smirk.
"Now my turn." She said seductively, opening up her legs. I cover my nose. This bitch gonna burn my whole house down with that fish smell.
"Fuuuckkkk youuu meannnn. Lemme go buy you some damn Febreze. Pussy stankkkkk. Get the fuck outta my house. Bye Felicia."
She stormed out cursin' under her breath. I just laughed and looked at the time. Damn its 7. Niggas gotta get ready. I took a quick shower and threw on my Timberlands, True Religions, gold chain, and black Tupac shirt. I look at my phone and see that it's 7:45. I put on my cologne and was out the door.
The walk to Tyla's house was around 5-10 minutes. I knocked and rang the doorbell like 5 million times my nigga. I'm just waitin' gettin' angrier and angrier by the second. I turned the door knob and, surprisingly, it was unlocked. I smirked and shook my head steppin' inside. I made sure to lock the door behind me. Her house is nice, but I would rather her live on this dick. I go upstairs to see if Tyla's in any of the rooms. I look inside the last door of the hall to see a silhouette on the bed. I instantly knew it was her because of her small waist and thick thighs.
I lick my lips and creep inside, makin' sure I don't wake her up. I slide on top of her pinnin' her down. How the fuck she still sleepin'? I just shake my head and connected my lips to her neck, suckin' and lickin'. She squirmed a lil bit and let out a soft moan.
"Mmm." She moaned, halfway sleep.
I smirk feeling myself grow and kept going, but going lower and lower each kiss.
Tyla's POV
I wake up to feel lips on my collarbone, trailing down my body. I moan softly. Oh God it feels so good! Wait...
I jump up, kneeing whoever was hovering over me. I hear a groan, then a thump. I rush over to the door, but before I could make it, I feel hands grip my waist and pull me back. I screamed for help. A hand clasped over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, Ma. Damn" I heard a familiar husky voice say. Relief flooded over me, but then a sudden bile of anger built up in me. I spun around and slapped Brandon as hard as I can. He instantly pushed me against the wall with my hands pinned above my head. I struggle against him, but his grip only tightens around my wrist. I winced in pain.
"Let go Brandonnn. You're hurting me!"
"Damn, Ma. You hit hard as fuck." He said, completely ignoring my pleads.
"Please let go!" I cried out.
He let go of my hands, only to grip my waist again.
"You're comin' to this party." He whispered in my ear.
"I know, I know," I sighed, "I have to go brush my teeth."
"I'm comin' with you."
"Sike, you thought."
"Whatever," he said, shrugging, "You're not gonna be able to get out of my grip anyways."
I struggled against him for a moment and sighed in defeat.
"Fine," I groan.
We went to the bathroom together. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Every time I bent down to spit, Brandon always smacked my ass. I just groan and slapped him, not as hard as I did before, but still hard enough. Now, I'm back in my room, looking through my wardrobe for clothes.
Brandon comes behind me and points to the black maxi dress.
"That one, Ma."
"Eh, alright."
I grab the dress with my red 5 inch heels. I get changed in the bathroom. Without Brandon, of course. I bet you're wondering how I got the horny dog to not follow me. Well, I'm still trying to figure that out myself. Great minds think alike. I walk back out to put on make up.
"You don't need it, bae." I hear Brandon say. I turn around and look at him. "Don't put any on." He says. I just nod and put on some red lipstick.
"I just said don't put any on, Ma. Why don't you listen to me?" I just shrug.
"I just like red lipstick. Can I control my life? Thank you very much." I spray perfume on my wrists and walk to the door with Brandon hot on my trail.
Great. Now I have a stupid party to attend. With Brandon. Fuck my life.
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This one was sorta long I guess.
Antyways...
I hope you enjoyed it!!! I made this during school so be grateful 😂
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