After many loss, deaths, and struggles. The three friends finally have the opportunity to leave their old life behind. Though, it still somehow tends to creep upon them bringing more misery and life threatening situations towards their way. (PROCESS...
Had started giving her slow strokes while she dug her nails in my back. Wet as before, ain't shit change. I sped up kissing and sucking up on her neck causing her to grip the covers.
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I fastened up my pace feeling her trying to close her legs, that's when they started shaking.
I grab her left leg lifting it in the air putting in on the shoulder, she tried to cover up her moan by biting her lip, shit ain't work - like nawl gone head and moan for me baby.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝐷𝑎𝑦
Had woke up with her knocked out on my chest, I reached for my phone turning the brightness down then checking my notifications, then called Ace. I rolled her up off me getting up grabbing my boxers then heading in the bathroom closing the door behind me putting them on.
"Wassup homie"
"Wassup, aye do me a favor"
"What's that?"
"I need to know where Lamar hang at"
"At his crib nigga duh"
"Ok but where that is?"
"Shiid ion know, he still be having around Trevion, we already know where his crib at so he might pop up around there"
"Bet"
"What you plan on doing?"
"Some stupid shit"
"Sound like you already did some stupid shit"
"Yeah that to"
"Ight let you know"
"Ight". I hung up looking at myself in the mirror, look drunk as fuck.
Shower hit hard as fuck, had woke up to some smelling good. "You feel like fixing me whatever the fuck you cooking and braiding my hair up" I asked, shaking my head running my fingers through my hair.
"No and no -
"It smelled nasty anyway". Knocking on my door got our attention, I peaked out the whole seeing Tyeisha, then opened it halfway.
"What's the password?" I asked, holding my towel.
"Open this fucking door for I shoot this apartment up". I smhacked my lips opening it letting her in.
"Bitch why you didn't meet me at the trap?" she asked, coming in holding a small puppy.
"Aww - a doggy" I whined, tilting my head.
"The fuck you got a towel on for and why the fuck you head this early? Y'all niggas had sex or some?". We looked at each other at the same time then laughed.
"Know what ion even wanna know. I met that girl DeonTre so called pose to be dating and she cool" she said, putting the dog down.
Of course ha judging ass meet ha -
"Wassup bitches" DeonTre yelled, walking in with ShaNiya behind him. "Nigga you smell like sex"
"Nigga I just got out the shower"
"Yeen take a good one"
"Fuck you - Ty you know how to braid -
"Ian finna braid yo hair bitch"
"Man I'm finna cry" I whined, heading in the kitchen grabbing a wing off her plate getting slapped in the face.
"Sharing is caring -
"Ian sharing shit -
"To bad". I headed to the back in my room sitting down looking at my phone going to my messages, what's taking him so long.
Thank you man.
"Hello?"
"He at TreVon crib"
"Ight - I'm on my way"
"Bet". I hung up seeing the door open, DeonTre walked in smiling.
"What?"
"We's officlans" he chuckled, jumping on my bed, oop.
"I'd hop up if I was you" I chuckled, going to my unread messages.
Damn, kinda feel sorry for her now. "Don't send that man...do that shit face to face" DoenTre said, putting his chin on my shoulder.
I looked over my shoulder at his ass shaking my head...he got a point.
"You always dropping yo hoes every fucking weak - then you just gone drop yo main - why nigga?"
"Ian feeling her vibe no more"
"Of course you ain't"
"Y'all niggas need to get the fuck up outta here cause I got to run some errands that involve you" I said, getting up fixing my towel.
"Where we going?"
"Feeling moody so I'm gone go run up on Lamar punk ass -
"Oh bet - big bet". I chuckled opening the closet door.
"You heard my new song?"
"Nawl what's it's called?"
"Hood Intentions" he responded, drinking MY cold fucking water that was for me - I'm so tied of these ugly ass black niggas drinking my shit.
He sat it back down on the nightstand pulling his phone out nodding. "Boy you lucky you my mama fake son" I said, putting my shirt on.
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