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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗬
𝟮𝟮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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A couple months ago...
"You're Kianna's brother right?" Morgan asked Rasheed—the brown skinned boy dressed head to toe in designer for his birthday—Her thick thighs squeezing together a bit as she watched him roll his wood.
She had noticed him since the beginning of the party— with him being the birthday boy he was hard to miss, of course, but she had noticed him more so in the sense of attraction, and with her finally meeting Samir again after years of searching for him, Morgan knew she needed some sort of distraction.
Rasheed's gaze turned from the pile of weed on the counter, to her, Morgan easily catching the way his eyes raked over her voluptuous body, before finally meeting her eyes,"Well we not family related, but yea, I guess." He shrugged.
"You got anything else planned for your birthday?" There was a flirtatious tone in her voice, one that she always used to get what she wanted, and from the looks of it he was falling for the bait.
In a split second his eyes flickered over to the area Kianna and Samir sat, the couple cuddled together on the couch and in their own world, seemingly completely full of eachother.
Licking over his two toned lips he looked back at her,"Nah, why? You got some planned for me?"
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"Sh-shiit!" The moan fell off Morgan's tongue unexpectedly, her back arching even more, as he maneuvered his arm around her waist and his large thumb pressed down on her clit while his hips continued to move in and out of her.
Like she knew, it didn't take her long to get Rasheed to leave the club and take her back to his place. Everyone could tell the air was getting heavy between them and it was only a matter of time before one of them addressed it.
Taking the hand he had rested on her hip, he grabbed the bottle of Hennessy that was right beside him, the sound of him chugging down the dark liquor the only thing Morgan's senses allowed her to attach to, as his fluid motions never stuttered.
"Ughh—fuck," her eyes rolled into the back of her head when he let a heavy smack fall to her ass, gripping the skin tightly as he quickened his pace.
A slurred grunt and cuss was all he spoke in response, removing his hand from her clit to grab onto her forearm, using it to force her body up and off the bed, and allowing him to place his head into her neck, peppering kisses onto the smooth flesh.
"Look at me." His deep voice rumbled, the slight breathless in it making it sound even sexier as she turned her head into his direction, now being able to fully see his glossed eyes and slicked lips.
It didn't take Morgan long to realize what he wanted, seeing him hold the bottle up towards her, she immediately opened her mouth sticking her tongue out a bit as he poured the rest of the burning liquid down her throat.
She barely got a chance to swallow as he threw the bottle to the side, and gripped onto her neck, locking their lips together quickly.
"Mmm," they both hummed, Morgan's head was in a daze as she tried to keep up with his feverish kisses, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lip just as hard as he did hers.
