Amari morris, a little girl from cali who moved when she was 11 to live with her cousins in new york. the life style was a huge change for her and it was definitely gonna take some time to adjust to it. but what happens when she meets her cousins be...
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DESIREE LEWIS
"goodnight, princess" i kissed rem's head after she had drifted to sleep, turning the light off and heading out of her room cracking the door closed.
i went into pops room and grabbed my shirt from my bag, slipping the one i had on off and putting it in the basket.
that's when the door opened and i looked over watching as pop made his way into the bathroom without saying anything to me.
"how was the studio?" i asked but got no response. must be one of his days. "shar?"
i turned around and he started walking towards me, i furrowed my eyebrows as he just looked at me and continued to stay quiet.
"po-"
and like that, he grabbed my neck and crashed his lips onto mine aggressively but passionate at the same time. his free hand pulling my waist towards him.
he reached on my back and tugged on my bra, asking me for permission without having to say anything.
"shar what-"
"i need you, des. now" he started to kiss on my neck, making it hard for me to think from the sudden pleasure.
"why out of nowhere.."
"des.. yes or no" he sounded like he was upset. like he wasn't trying to talk about it at all.
he used to do shit like this when we were sneaky links and shit. he'd hit me up but i'd know when something was on his mind because of the way he fucks.
passionate but yet so rough is how he normally is.. but when he's the roughest i've ever seen, he's trying to get something off his mind. think of it as letting out anger in a different way..
i don't wanna use the word hate fucking cause it never has to do with me. but yea.. kinda like that.
me and pop are only sneaky links. that's all we've ever been and all we'll ever be.
so i honestly don't give a shit what's got his panties in a bunch as long as he's not hurt.
so fuck it lol
"okay" he reached down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck while he laid me on the bed, my legs and arms in the same position as our tongues fought for dominance roughly.
he stood up and slid his shirt off along with unbuttoning his jeans while i did the same with my shorts and unclipped my bra, laying back on the bed watching him.
one thing i hate about when this happens is that he's never in the mood for head. he just wants to get right to it.
i mean it's not problem cause he already got me wet by being so aggressive. shit turns me on to the max.
