Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
"I can't find anything. Fuck," Tamera said as she pulled out clothes left and right.
"Tamera," Khalil chuckled, while he laid on his side, staring at her moving all around the closet.
"What?" She glared and he began to laugh.
"Why are you laughing when I'm going through a mini crisis right now bro?" Tamera said as she sat down on the bed, frustrated.
"Just asked Valeria. I bet she has something for you to wear. Isn't the theme black and red?"
"It is. I have to find one before we leave." Tamera sighed as she began texting Valeria.
Khalil then came behind her and began kissing her neck causing her to moan, he slide the phone out her hands—Tamera then spoke up.
"What about—"
"Shhhhh. Don't worry about it, just call her later." He continued to kiss on her as he began to take off her clothes.
Since he was only in boxers, Khalil had easily took them off the maneuvered Tamera to the middle of the bed.
She stared at him as he laid on her back, he kissed her lips then began giving small kisses down her body until he got to the middle.
Taking her panties off with his teeth, Tamera then gasped a little feeling the cold air hit her pussy. Soon then that gasp was replaced by moans as Khalil began eating her out as if he was starving.
Tamera began to moan louder as she felt her peak coming. Khalil then added his fingers and that was the end for her, Tamera's leg shook as she came.
Khalil laughed a bit since he legs hadn't calmed down. "Fuck you," Tamera chuckled.
"I'ma bout to," He smirked.
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•𝐁𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬•
"Ma," Poppa smiled seeing Persia.
"Hey my son." She smiled as they hugged.
Persia was finally out of rehab and been smiling since Poppa came to come and get he. "You doing good?"
"Yeah. I'm doing fine," She nodded.
"That's good."
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•𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞•
"Yes Tremaine?" Janae rolled her eyes as he leaned on the door frame.
"Let me in?" He raised a brow and she sighed, moving out the way, letting him in, then closing and locking the door behind him.
"What? Tremaine?"
"I wanted to ask could you be my date for a Gala I'm going to soon. I'll make sure you get everything you need but can you please, just come with me." Tremaine looked at her.
Janae sighed. "What's in it for me,"
"Nothing," Tremaine said truthfully.
"So is Jermaine going?"
"Yes. I want all my children to be there, so including him."
"I guess I'll go," She said, rolling her eyes and he smiled.
There was another knock on the door which made her confused, but she still went to the door. Opening it she was a little shocked, seeing Jermaine.
"Hey ma,"
"Hello baby. You good?"
"Yes I'm fine, I just want to say I'm sorry for going off on you. But it's just I thought I didn't have a father and you lied." He looked at her.
"And I'm sorry for that. To you and Tremaine. Both of you deserved better, I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," They both said and she smiled.
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