There's not much to know about me, I'm just another nigga with hood-rich dreams.
-- Quadir
"You like that shit, baby? Huh?" I said, holding Charlotte by her small waist as I fucked her from behind.
"Mmm, Qua don't stop," she moaned, throwing it back harder than before.
I speed up, easily matching her pace. Her hands tightly gripped the sheets, and I knew I was putting it down. From looking at us, you would've never known we had disagreements not even twelve hours ago unless you looked at the fresh scars on our faces. I admit, she fucked my ass up good this time, but it ain't nothing that I can't handle. She only had a light bruise on her cheek from when I smacked her stupid ass for biting me.
I looked down at the purple/red bite bruise on my right forearm. Her teeth marks almost broke my skin, and if she would've bit down a little harder, a good chunk of my arm would've been in her mouth.
At the thought of this, I reach for Charlotte's neck, while I'm still hitting it, choking her hard enough to get short on breath, but not kill her.
She drops the pace for a second, probably surprised, but pick it back up minutes later.
"There you go," I encouraged her, tightening my grip a little harder.
She gasped, letting go of the sheets to put her hands on top of mine to get them off - but I don't.
I pumped three more good times in Letta's still body before letting go of her neck and pulling out to cum.
"You... son of a... bitch!" she screamed in between trying to catch back up with her breath.
Before I knew it, she gripped both of my balls in her hand, squeezing them until I begged her to stop.
"Chill the fuck out, Charlotte!" I yelled out like a bitch. That shit can bring the bitch out of any man - tough or not.
"You started it," she laughed before letting go and giving me a hard push in my chest. "Pussy."
I massaged my shit, erasing some of the pain away instantly.
Man, I swear she's the only one that I'll let get away with that. The only one.
I climbed in the bed with Charlotte, who was already under the covers and half asleep.
She slept on her side, so it was easy for me to spoon her and get a hold of that phat ass. Most women around my way got a nice body, I'm talking about big ass, big titties, and a lil waist, but got the face of a fuckin' gorilla. Like ol' girl from the park today, Omanda - I think her name was. She got the body of a ten, but the face ain't even a seven. She straight to fuck with, but she don't got nothing on Charlotte.
You see, my baby got it good both ways, the body, the face - hell, even her feet pretty. She a dime a dozen and the needle in the hay sack, but she let that shit get to her head.
Ever since Charlotte been doing photo shoots, real photo shoots with a real photographer, she's been feeling herself. She took a few pictures, now she thinking she a model. Bitch ain't never walked the runway.
Now she hollerin' 'bout she too good for this, too good for that, too good to give me head! I'm surprised she even let me hit it from the back still. I love Letta, but what she won't do, a thirsty hoe will, and that's the reason why I got Omanda's number today.
"Quadir..." Charlotte's voice broke into my thoughts. "I WAS texting another man today in the car, but it was just Jordan."
"I thought you fired that nigga," I told her. He may be her manager and got a wife, but I still don't trust him. Everything about that nigga said sneaky.
"He got me a shoot with King Magazine. Why would I fire him?" Charlotte asked calmly.
I told her my thoughts, "'Cause he's sneaky as hell."
My phone on the dresser beeped two times, letting me know I had a text message.
"At least he's not disrespectful," I heard Charlotte say as I got up and checked my phone.
The message was from a unsaved number.
Hey baby it's Omanda. I was just sitting here thinking about you. I miss you and I wanna see you again. Me and my girls are going to Club Rain Friday, if you bring a few of your boys, we can all have our own little after party ;-)
I can't wait to get a taste of that D. -O
I thought about Omanda, her juicy lips and tongue ring could drive a nigga insane. With just the thought of receiving mouth and lip service again made me smile.
I texted back:
I'll be there.
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A / N :
This book is officially off HOLD. I don't know how often I will get to update tho.
This is just something I'm doing on the side, which means I don't really take this book seriously as I do my series.
Comments and Votes are always welcomed.
Actually, if I see people that like this story, I'll upload more. If I'm getting nothing at all, I won't update as often 'cause that will be like writing for nothing and nobody.
So let me know...
Anyway, thanks for reading!
