Song of da chapter: Jamaican talk by Youngboy "I go to talking like Jamaicans Connected with them Haitians."
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☯︎︎|KALEEM "AI" GAULDEN|♫ ☹︎|ALT, GEORGIA|✞
Kaleem his body shaking lightly, coughing up vomit. He groaned, not knowing where he was he looked down seeing he was naked he looked around. He did know he just got back from Miami.
His eyes landed on his clothes, he crawled over to them his stomach growled, he held his stomach as he got dressed and stumbled into the bathroom. Cleaning up the vomit then he stumbled out of the room.
Holding onto the rail, as he slowly walked downstairs. "Kaleem!" He heard, jumping feeling as if his soul left his body.
He turned around seeing aly, he lazily smiled. "H-hey guh." He said, squinting his eyes at her.
"Where yhu goin', boo?" She said, hiding her face. "Why is yhu findin' yo face?" He asked, stumbling upstairs.
"Umm, no reason-,"
"Shut up guh, I kno yhu to well I kno dat it's sum." He mumbled, cutting her off. He removed her hand.
Instantly getting mad, he towered over the small, fragile girl. "Da fuck happened to yo face? who da fuck did dis?" He asked, grasping her chin gently.
She flinched. "I got in a fight at da gym."
"Yea, yhu got into wit will smith? A fuckin' man hit yhu. who da fuck did it?" He gritted, adding bass into his voice.
Tears started to fall from her eyes. "Glock did dis shii?" He asked, looking her in the eyes. He cared to much about her more than he cared about himself.
She looked down giving him his answer. He clenched his jaw, letting her chin go and jogged down the stairs.
"Imma kill dis bitch." He gritted, walking out, slamming the door, hopping into his new Roll Royce. Speeding to Da'vante house.
$$.
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Kaleem banged on vante door. He liked the man it was sad, he was going to kill him now.
The door swung open revealing glock maid samara. He pushed her out the way. "Where glock pussy bitch ass at?" He asked, his pointer finger tapped the trigger of his gun.
"Wah yuh ah seh?" She asked.
(What are you saying?)
He grunted outta frustration. He totally forgot glock maids were all Jamaican. "Weh a glock at?"
(Where is)
She nodded. "Feem office." She spoke, he walked to his office.
(His office)
He busted in seeing glock shirtless and his side was bleeding, he looked at the blood that slide down his abs.
Licking over his lip, shaking his head quickly, almost forgetting why he was mad at him. He pressed the cold metal piece to glock head.
Glock grunted as they stared into eachother eyes through the mirror. "W-what's wrong ka?" His voice rasped, feeling his dick pressed against his Dior shorts.
Kaleem mugged him, da'vante could tell he was mad. "Why yhu fuckin hittin' on aly, foe?" He asked, taking the gun off of safety.
Glock turned around, they stood face to face. "Cuz she put her hands-," ka pushed him into the glass mirror, the mirror shattered due to the impact. Glock back was bleeding just as his side.
"Mane, dat fuckin' mean yhu put yo hands on her! She been through a lot, bitch." He emphasized 'bitch'.
Da'vante face fell into a mug, his hands wrapped around kaleem throat, pulling Ka closer to him.
Kaleem hummed lowly. "F-fuck move yo." He moaned softly, trying to removed his hand.
Vante kissed on kaleem neck slowly and nibbling, turning kaleem on even more. "Yhu was plannin' on killin' me pretty boy? I wasn't myself truly, i already apologize." He mumbled, cuffing kaleem ass.
Kaleem got weak in the knees, he shook his head no. "Words baby." His voice rasped deeply slapping Ka ass.
"N-no g-glock. I wasn't thinkin'rii." He moaned lowly, glock smirked bit down on the younger shoulder.
Kaleem bit his lip, feeling blood gush out from his neck. "Glo-fuckk! Stopp." He whined, throwing his head back.
Glock tongue licked the trail of blood that was flowing down to his waistband, glock got onto his knees. "Nah, I see how yhu look at me sexc boy, yhu wanna fuck me, don't yhu?" He asked, unbuckling kaleem pants, pulling his pants down to his ankles.
"N-no dats wrong." He mumbled, rubbing his hand against vante hair, Da'vante looked up at kaleem as he sucked and nibbled on his stomach.
"Baby, it's not wrong if yhu want it?" He asked, looking up at ka.
Baby? Dat word does it for him. "Fuck, g-glock stop playin' suck me." He begged, stuttering slightly.
As asked glock released kaleem polo Ralph Lauren boxers, licking his lip his 8-inch, brown chocolate, hella veiny, glock sucked onto the tip slowly.
Kaleem licked his lips. Da'vante started to find a pace, he started to bop his head fast, the younger groaned, he sucked on two of his fingers. "Fuckk vante!" He moaned loudly, taking his finger from his mouth started to rub his nipple.
Humming against the lighter mushroom tip making, the younger grunted loudly, glock gently played with kaleem balls.
Feeling a pit started to form in his stomach, he bit his lip harshly, drawing blood from his lip. "Mm shii daddy, I g-gotta cum, c-can I?" He asked, glock started to suck faster, humming, giving him his answer.
"Ohh fuckk mm!" He moaned loudly he released into vante mouth, glock stood up, grasped kaleem throat. "Open yo mouth." He gritted, looking ka in the eyes.
Ka closed his eyes, feeling a sting on his left ass cheek, ka grunted. "Open yo fuckin mouth and yo eyes, be a good fuckin slut." He grumbled, ka eyes fluttered open, he opened his mouth.
Vante spitted into kaleem mouth, kissing him sloppy. "Swallow like a good boy." He said, smiling, showing his grills.
Glock watched ka swallow his own nut. "Don't fuckin' ever try dat shit again or I'm puttin a bullet in yo head baby boy. Understand?"
