I was bent over his desk sobbing eyes out desperately for a release.
"P-please!" I screamed as he plunged a fourth finger into my wet core. "Please what Fleur"
"Please l-et me c-cum," I said blubbering with his cum in my mouth. "What happened to me...
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Saint Tai Banks
POV.
Ok today is THE day, we're going to save my birth father *insert eye roll* I really don't fuck with him but that's my dads brother so... Yes. My family is fucked up. My birth father was an alcoholic who did drugs and abused his son and killed his five year old daughter.
Mama tried to gain custody for years, but the little shit had a lot of connections so she didn't gain custody till she married my dad(my birth fathers brother), who then helped mama gain custody.
And to think that on the same day he killed my sister I'm going to save him.
Wow.
Me and Naih are in the car on the way to the warehouse where he's being kept.
After mama gained custody he spent all his money and fell into a whole lot of shit.
I blow the smoke out of my nose watching the smoke release into the air. Nailah is wearing a black long sleeved jumpsuit with a black bodywarmer, white nike socks and the black cats that I bought her.
I'm wearing black parachute pants with white air forces and a black under armour compression shirt.
I look at her head on my lap, her brown eyes already looking at me. 'Are you ok?'
I nod bending down to peck her lips, I pull back and smile at her trying to reassure her.
I don't need her to know that I'm shitting my pants.
I don't need her to know that I'm scared.
I feel my phone ringing in my pockets and Naih sits up allowing me to pick up the call. I pull her close to me by her waist kissing the crown of her head and grab our hands locking them together.
'Yes mama?'
'You alright mi amour?'
'Yes-'
'I could give one fuck less about Michael's brother I can ask the driver to tell around bebe?'
'I-i'm alright mama.' I say telling the driver to stop and put out my blunt.
'I'll be back Naih.' I open the door leaning on the car.
'My love, I really don't mind'
'I don't want to see h-im mama, but I can do it.' I say looking up to the sky trying to hold in the tears of anger and frustration building up inside me.
'If you don't want to do it you don't have to Saint.'
'No-no I can-' I take a deep breath pacing up and down.
'I can do it mama, I'll have to face him one day. Might as well be now.'
'Alright my love, Que Dios esté contigo mi corazón.' (may god be with you my love.)
