Her Vice

(9):Friends.

A few months later...

I've been working at Treasure awhile now, having a real good thing going for myself there. It brought it way more than I could've imagined. At least I'm finally eighteen and not having to worry that anyone will find out that I was underage. I moved into a nice apartment not too far from the club, got a car and I'm doing really well.

"Wake up!" I grinded on his lap slowly, moving the pillow from his face he kept trying to roll back to sleep in. He groaned softly trying to grab me but I swatted his hand away. "I cooked for you." He opened his sleepy eyes slowly.

"Oh, that wake you up, huh?" I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Food excites a nigga," he chuckled, licking over his lips.

"You know what should be exciting you?" He raised his eyebrows. "Some toothpaste. That breath hot, boy I tell ya!" I laughed obnoxiously while he stale faced me.

"Oh, ya think shit funny?" He squinted at me.

"Hell yeah," I wiped the tears making their way down my cheeks.

"But it wasn't funny when you couldn't take this dick last night," I pushed myself off of him.
"Get ready for work idiot!" I yelled as I walked out.
"What happened to daddy?"
"He left me when I was three."
"Same baby same. But ya know you got me forever," I rolled my eyes and made his plate along with pouring him a glass of orange juice. Getting my own and saying grace over it. Devouring majority of it by the time he got up, sleep all over his face as he rubbed his sculpted abs and yawned obnoxiously.
"Damn baby, you fucked shit up!" He wasted no time digging in.
"Uh, little boy, have you not heard of prayer?"
"Oh yeah, yeah my bad." He smiled, lacing his fingers and bowing his head. "Dear Heavenly Father, I wanna thank you for waking me this morning and giving me a beautiful girl who got some bomb ass pussy if I may say so myself," he chuckled and I threw the paper towel at him. "Amen." He began digging in his food.

"That's not how you pray, idiot."
"What I say about calling me an idiot?" He sternly said.
"Well, how does uh, Karim work." I smirked.
"It's okay, I mean I prefer daddy over anything but I'll let this slide for the am," I shook my head, blushing hard. I felt his eyes burning through me until he was hovered over me, looking up at his expression.  That sexy ass smolder. "Don't you have work to be at?" I tilted my head.
"They can wait," he slid me off the counter and wrapped my legs around his torso. I giggled as his fingers tickled over my thighs. Kissing his forehead softly before he tilted his head up, kissing him slowly and passionately as he moved  his hand up my shirt.
"Karim," I moaned softly against his lips until he had my shirt off and across the living room.
"Ya so damn beautiful." I bit my lip and cupped his face in my hands.
"Not so bad yourself," I winked getting a throaty chuckle out of him. Before he could get me where he wanted me his phone rang in the pocket of his sweats.
"Fuck." He blurted before fishing it out of his pocket and letting me down. I leaned against the wall as he answered it with an eye roll and groan. Glancing down at his harden member lying against his thigh through his grey sweats. I smirked slowly as he got quickly heated on the phone, sliding down to my knees and pulling his pants down. No boxers. He looked down with furrowed eyebrows and a bitten lip. "You mind?" I held his shaft in my hands. He shook his head as I took him in my mouth slowly, taking him back out due to the gagging. His hips bucked forward and I teased his tip. Looking back up at him I watched as he fought from cursing. Taking him back in my mouth and bobbing my head slowly,"Yeah, yeah I get it I'll be there fifteen! Okay." He ended the call and grabbed my head taking control of my movement. "Just like that baby, shit!" He panted and rammed in my mouth. I finished him off before swallowing his kids up and licking my mouth clean, "Now go get ready for work." I demanded as I took care of our plates and the mess in the kitchen. He went off to get ready. Once I had the kitchen looking nice and clean, he walked out glancing around for the last of his things.

"Oh damn daddy!" I bit my lip and looked him up and down. He chuckled.
"Just a little quick sum sum," he shrugged, trying to push back him blushing hella hard.
"Yeah I think imma have to pay ya work a little visit today. Make sure bitches keep to themselves," he shook his head. He was wearing a Supreme Coaches jacket, black distressed skinnies, a dad cap and his beige Timbs. Looking extra icy with his Jesus piece and Rolex.
"Know you the only one, mami." He brought me in a warm embrace.
"I better be," I looked up at him, kissing his lips and wishing him a good day. He made his way out of the apartment and I went to take care of my hygiene and start my day off.

Once I got out of the tub there was a knock at the door by the sounds of it I already knew it was Lexx and Angela. I wrapped my towel around me tightly and unlocked the door, "What's up?" I let them through.

"What's up with you, bitch?" Angela glanced me over and made herself comfortable in the living room.

"What a surprise," I closed the door behind him.
"Ain't like we haven't seen ya naked before." Lexx shrugged and went through the fridge pouring herself some tequila.
"It's not even noon," she hunched her shoulders.
"Oh well, who's it gonna hurt?"
"Your liver."
"Besides that," she sighed.
"What's wrong with you?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"John!" She groaned, holding her head and her liner rolled down her cheeks.
"What about him?"
"It's not perfect anymore, like we're two completely opposite people now. We're growing apart. I had plans of marrying this dude, and I'm losing him already." She sighed in defeat.
"I'm sure you're just over exaggerating, you guys are goals."
"No. That's you and Karim, were just two strangers under a roof. It's nothing anymore. I seriously give up," she put her head in her hands.
"Have you guys talked?"
"No," she mumbled.
"Then how can you stress? Talk to him, communication is the key."
She chuckled and nodded.
"Is that how you and Karim are working out?"
"That and bomb dick," I grinned.
"Maybe that's what you and John need, a little rough loving." Angela wiggled her eyebrows.
"Your freak ass!"
"She's right." She sighed.