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"This your stop..text me when you get inside the crib alright?"
Honey unbuckled the seatbelt and buttoned up her coat, glancing at DJ in confusion. "What for? It's broad daylight and we're right in front of my house so you can see me go inside safely." Her glossy lips stretched into a grin as she faced DJ full on, angling her body forward. She tugged on the neckline of DJ's hoodie to bring her closer so they were nose to nose. "..Or maybe you just can't get enough of me?"
DJ ain't think Honey could shock her anymore than she did after the night they spent fuckin' but she was clearly wrong. Rarely, did DJ see glimpses of this attitude from Honey and it wasn't in constant rotation, especially all for her. She been tryna figure out what happened to make her wild out like this?
How they go from being nothing but homies to fuckin' like a nigga straight outta the pen or sum? Did Honey double back cause none of them lames she was dealin' with ain't deliver like she could? She ain't strike Honey as the friends with benefits type, but then again neither was she.
At least she wasn't till now.
Regardless of the reasons or how long it was gone last.. DJ couldn't front. She was high key diggin' whatever this shit was—to put it plainly in simple terms: it was sexy as hell and got her going in a matter of seconds. Since DJ wasn't down with the idea of cuffing her..she could definitely get behind chillin' and fuckin' occasionally.
DJ stared at Honey, hiding her surprise quickly and slid a hand to the back of Honey's neck. How can somebody who was just so innocent and soft spoken be with the shits like this?
"Chill, you need to stop testin' me. I know ya pops wouldn't appreciate catching his daughter getting fucked in the backseat of my car if he happen to walk outside." DJ was just talkin' shit like she always did to keep up her poker face. She wasn't gone disrespect nobody's property like that, but still. It sounded real good to her as she ogled Honey, thinking back how she was all up in that pussy hour after hour last night.
She wouldn't mind having another go.
So maybe her sex drive was lowkey high, but she couldn't be blamed for it. Females in general made her go crazy, unlocking a side of her that had her strung out—but it ain't nothing new. Women been had that effect on her cause nothing else could compare. The femininity, the taste, the touch, the smell and allat been havin' her addicted since before she even came in this fucked up world.
On top of all that, it was tripled cause of shorty in her passenger seat.
She had DJ feeling some typa way. Everything she was attracted to—even shit she ain't know she was into—this girl possessed. DJ would neva utter this to another soul, but underneath the attraction and chemistry....she was intimidated by Honey.
