𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 kissed Solange's inner thigh while looking up at her with lust filled eyes. Her aching hole dripped with sweet juices waiting for his lips and tongue to make contact with it. "Pleasee fuckk me." She whined and began to move her lower half. His plump lips formed into a smirk watching her squirm in sexual frustration.
He raised his body and positioned his dick near her entrance. Dayvon grabbed his tip and rubbed her swollen clit with it causing her to whimper. "Tell me how bad you want this dick slut." He lowered his head down to her ear and whispered. "So baddd please papa, I want you in my stomachhh." Her arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer.
Dayvon raised his head and slapped his throbbing tip on her entrance causing her to bite her lip. Her juices splashed on his bright pink tip making him smile deviously.
"Spread them legs, let me see that fat pussy." His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as Solange held her ankles while departing her legs more. He slid his large member into her dripping entrance causing her to gasp loudly. Dayvon began to pound into her creamy pussy making the bed creak, his large hand found its way to her throat to grip it.
Her moans filled the room right along with their skin slapping together with each rough thrust. "I'm ... sorry ... fa' hurtin' ... you." He said between each long deep stroke. Leaning down, Dayvon gave her a few pecks on her lips and began trailing them down to her neck, his soft lips felt like the warm essence of euphoria.
"You so wet fa' me, fat ma love this dick huh? She love when daddy play wit ha'." Dayvon whispered in Solanges ear and begin to rub her clit. She stared at him with her mouth open unable to let out anymore sound, her walls began to tighten around his member.
"You finna cum? You finna cum all ova' this dick?" He began moving his hips in circular motion making sure to rub all over her walls. Her loud screech left from her mouth as she released her juices on his shaft causing him to grunt.
Dayvon bit his bottom lip and raised his upper body. He pulled out and rubbed her clit with his tip.
"Baby p-please." Solange whimpered and closed her shaking legs. Dayvon gripped her thighs and snatched her legs open, "I ain't tell you ta' close ya' legs." He licked his lips and stared down at her with low eyes.
She furrowed her eyebrows and put her hand on her pussy, she couldn't help the throbbing sensation. Tingles spread throughout her body with the little contact her skin it made with her sensitive clit.
"Mm, move ya' hand." He demanded calmly. Solange stared at him not wanting to move her hand. Dayvon stared back at her with hungry eyes, his body was on fire and he wanted more of her.
TIMESKIP
𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 lit his blunt and watched misharron chat with one of his closest friends he couldn't help but feel anger wash over his body. "I'ma kill this bitch again." He muttered under his breath before taking a long pull from his stuffed blunt.
"I know she feel my energy." His hoodie hung low making his face unable to see. His feelings began to mix as if it was a failed science experiment.
He felt all the pain she caused him come flooding back into his mind and heart. He couldn't help but feel distraught and miss her. Even though, the panic and anxiety attacks she caused him to have he always would call it 'love' but it was never that.
Dayvon got out his car and walked over to them not caring on the consequences that would soon come like a rough tsunami. He just wanted answers, he wanted to know what happened that night he died.
"Boy, stop fuckin' playing with me." Misharron laughed lowly with her back facing Dayvon. As he got closer, he felt his body weakening as if a strong force was pulling everything he had away from him.
"Nigga, what the fuck is you doing?!" Grandson exclaimed after appearing in thin air. Shocked at the sight in front of him, he looked over at a grinning Misharron. Dayvon fell to the concrete and began to cough rapidly. He felt the same way he did when he died, he felt like all his strength was being ripped from him.
Grandson yanked Dayvon up and dragged him away causing him to finally regain his thought. "The fuck just happened?" Von mumbled with a mug on his face. He looked over to where Misharron was supposed to be but she wasn't there neither was his friend.
"You tweakin' folks." Grandson huffed while staring down at the exhausted Dayvon. "I'm tired, take me to Solange house." He slurred on his words while his eyes began to slowly shut. Grandson smacked his lips and shape shifted into human form.
He looked a bit different from Dayvon, he had a scar slashed down his eye causing his eye to be blind.
"This nigga is fuckin' stupid." Grandson huffed in disappointment.
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I'm so sorry it's short, I just wanted to make a quick chapter since I haven't updated in so long.
