𝐎𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᥫ᭡

XII

N'laisah Dior Olsen
Monroe, Louisiana

I continue kissing his neck and kiss all over his face.

"You so bipolar." He sighs.

"Suck my dick." I say in-between kisses.

He gets a call on his second phone and I stop and just play with his hair.

"What's the word?"

"Yea, on 72nd?"

"Aight, I be there in about 15 minutes." He hangs up.

"Welp it's a damn shame my Uber left." I shake my head getting up.

"You coming with me." He says in a duh tone.

Well damn, my bad

"Whatchu going to do?"

"They just found somebody I been tryna track down for months. I put a price on his head and everything."

"Ohh, say less." I make a 😗 face.

We get into the car and start driving.

"Do you think I'm dumb?" I ask him randomly.

"What? Hell no. Why?" He asks confused.

"Oh, I was just asking... cuz you lied about having somebody in yo car earlier. It's almost like you really think I'm stupid or something." I calmly state.

"I'm sorry bout that. I know you not dumb, it's my fault fa lyin to you."

"Mhm." I give him a stank face.

"I really like you ma. Ion wantchu mad at me." He gives me a pleading look.

"I'm not." I shrug.

He puts his hand on my thigh and I mug him.

"Gone fuck around and getcho dick sucked or sumn." I mumble and he cheeses.

"Move yo hand cuz." I side eye him.

"Nah, this my comfort spot while I drive." He says with a straight face.

"Smokey move yo hand."

"Don't ever call me that shit." He mugged me.

"Amari move yo hand." I repeat making him smack his lips and remove it.

Thank the heavens cuz fat ma was bout to overflow 😫

"How much longerrr." I drag out impatiently.

"Like 10 mo' minutes, hold on."

I smirk and look at him.

"What?" He asks confused.

"How much you wanna bet I can make you nut before we get there." I cheese.

"That's a horrible idea, gon fuck around and drive off a cliff." He chuckles.

I start rubbing his print and he swerves a little making people honk at us.

"Bitch fuck you!" He screams out the window.

"Don't do it." He warns me.

"Shut up." I say before pulling his dick out.

I sigh looking at it.

9 or 10 inches and it's thick too, ain't no way this is going inside of me.

"What? You scared nie?" He licks his lips.

I flip him off and start licking the tip. He holds my hair back with his spare hand and I spit on it.

"Just nasty." He says, ignoring the various honks we're getting.

I look up at him and lick from his balls to his shaft. I use two hands to twist up and down using my spit as lube.

"Oo shit." He runs his hand down his face.

Imma have this nigga calling me daddy in a minute 🥱

I tuck my teeth away under my lips and slowly ease half in my mouth.

Once I get the hang of it I speed up and remove one of my hands to fit more in my mouth.

He slips out a moan as I swirl my tongue around the tip.

I massage his balls with my other hand and start slurping and sucking.

"Fuck." He swerves and almost hits another car.

His dick twitches and he cums in my mouth.

"Whea you gone put it?" He asks.

I look up at him and he watches me swallow it. Then I clean him up with my tongue ignoring his sensitivity.

"Gimme a kiss."

I put his sperm machine back away and tongue kiss him.

"Well you shole did do it. We hea."

I use my travel size mouthwash and spit it into the grass.

"Stay behind me and don't talk to anyone in here." He tells me and I nod.

When we walk in all eyes are on us. I mug everybody.

"Who that?" Somebody asks.

"My wife, not that it's any of yo concern nigga. Where is he?" He says making me roll my eyes.

"Tied up in the basement." Somebody answers.

He grabs my hand and leads me down to the basement.

I gasp when I see Quatavion bruised and bloody tied to a chair.

"You know him?" Amari asks.

"We use to mess wit each other. Bum ass nigga." I shake my head.

"Bitch I should fuck you up!" He says trying to get loose from the chair.

"Fuck me up then, pussy ass nigga." I walk closer to him.

"Untie me."

I look back at Amari for permission.

"No."

I punch him one good time in the chest and go back to standing next to Amari.

"What the fuck do y'all want from me!?" He screams.

"She don't want nun from you." He says and I mouth period before he continues "but I need Aj's address."

"Ian givin you shit nigga."

Amari shoots him in the hand.

"We gone play a game aight? I'm gone ask you for his address and each time you refuse to answer, I shoot a limb. I like to call it hangnigga."

"Let's try again, what's Aj's address?"

"I don't fucking know!" He responds getting him shot in his left leg.

"What's his address?"

"Just kill me." Amari shoots his other hand making him groan in pain.

"What's his address!" Amari yells in frustration.

"IAN TEL-!" Quatavion gets cut off by being shot in the head.

"Fuck! I need that nigga address." Amari shakes his head.

"I got Aj address." I say.

"Why ain't you say nun?" He looks at me crazy.

"Why ain't you ask?" I shrug.