ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 🤬 (I'm serious)
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟟:𝟛𝟝 ℙ𝕄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
I grip the sides of Angela's thighs as she rides me slowly, caressing her skin with my thumbs. Her palms are on my chest and her eyes are closed.
She's the first bitch I ever let in my house, and she'll probably be the only one.
"Faster," I groan softly, and I bite my lip as I feel her speed up. I know that I'm only fucking her to take my mind off of Paris, which makes me feel like shit. But Paris hurt me, bad, and that feeling isn't familiar to me.
Plus, being with Angela is nice refresher that I needed after dealing with Nicole's annoying ass yesterday. I'm very close to just cutting her off. Every time I would fuck her, I'd feel like I was watching Jurassic Park so the last few times we met up, I only let her give me head. She's definitely starting to notice. And she's getting clingy, which I don't like. She keeps hinting that she wants to be at my house and yesterday the bitch really had the audacity to suggest I take her to Olive Garden.
It was all I could do not to laugh in her face. One, I don't even like Olive Garden. Two, Nicole is crazy if she thinks I'm spending Olive Garden money on her. Three, the only girls I would ever take out are maybe Angela... and Paris.
But now I know that I'll never take Paris out.
"Shit..." The sound of Angela moaning snaps me out of my thoughts. Unlike the aforementioned bitch, hers are high and kind of sweet-sounding. She starts running her fingers over my collarbones. I tighten my grip on her hips and start fucking her from underneath.
I swear her pussy is just different, man.
She tells me she's cumming and I nod, letting her. Soon after I let out a moan as I nut in the condom. She gets off of me and gets off the bed, keeping her arms on it as she steadies her breath. I slide the condom off and get off of the bed, pulling and zipping up my pants before throwing the condom away.
"Well, I'ma go get me some McDonalds." She pulls up her shorts and adjusts her clothes before she steps back into her shoes and starts making her way towards the front door.
I scrunch up my face since I know she can't see me. As much as I fuck with her, I can't agree with her on that Mickey D's business. I walk her to the door and watch as she gets in her little black car and drives off.
I shut my front door and lock it before walking back into my room. Even though I just zipped them up, I find myself unzipping my jeans again and removing them along with my underwear and white wife-beater. I put them in a basket and walk into the bathroom to take my shower.
I turn on the water and wait a short while for it to warm up before stepping in.
I've been meeting up with my bitches a lot more than usual, trying to take my mind off of Paris, but I don't think it's working. Of course it makes me feel good in the moment, but as soon as one of the girls leaves Ratatouille is on my mind again.
So, maybe I need a new method.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕪... ✨
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟝:𝟙𝟚 ℙ𝕄
𝕄𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
I never told Macari about the kiss.
To be honest, I don't think I should. I feel bad about keeping something so important from him, but I know how he feels about Demauree already. If I tell him that I pretty much cheated on him with Demauree, he'll most definitely try to fight Demauree. What he doesn't know is Demauree always keeps a .45 pistol on him and while he doesn't go around shooting people, he will most definitely shoot anyone who runs up on him first.
Telling Macari about the kiss is basically sending him to his death.
I rest my head on his shoulder as he plays Call of Duty on his Xbox 360. He's a very calm player, which is interesting to me since he's shooting things in the game. He's very different to Demauree, who is the most aggressive gamer I've ever met.
I give him a small peck on his jaw. He turns his head to peck me on my lips in return before turning his attention back to the game. I move my head to his lap and get on my phone, scrolling through TikTok.
I think I'm going to break up with Macari. Besides the fact that he's possessive and jealous as hell, we don't ever do anything together. Whenever I come over, I'm usually just watching him play video games. We don't like the same movies or TV shows, and he doesn't take me out. And whenever I say something about this, he acts like it's my fault because there's something we could do and I'm just not letting it happen.
By Londyn's definition, he's a "Class-A Fuck Nigga" and I know that, but now that I have a boyfriend I don't want to go back to being without one.
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣... ✨
"I can't believe it's already July," says Asia over the phone. I'm laying on my bed talking to her while I go through my Pinterest.
"Yup." I giggle a little bit.
"It's hot as hell, though, so I guess I can believe it a little bit." Asia groans.
"Nah, for real." I chuckle to myself.
"How has your day been so faaaaar?" Asia asks in that singsong way of hers.
"I was just at Macari's." I shrug.
"Girl, you don't seem too excited about that," Asia laughs a little bit.
I giggle. "What do you meeeeean?"
"I just mean whenever Londyn comes back from King's House and I ask her what she was up to, she's all like 'Oh I was at Kiiiiiiiing's House' and smilin' and shit."
I laugh at her, but I can tell there's meaning behind her words. I'm never terribly excited to go see Macari. That kind of bothers me, because I think I should. He's my boyfriend, I should be all smiley and everything when I go see him. And I was, when we first started dating.
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟠:𝟚𝟛 ℙ𝕄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
She stay on my mind, man.
Bitches are not supposed to have this effect on me. They never do. But then again, Paris ain't a bitch.
She's different.
I bring the blunt to my lips, taking a long pull before exhaling. I should probably be doing something healthy. I don't feel like it, though.
I lick my lips and as I do, I'm reminded of the feeling of her lips. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face.
This shit is not it, bro.
I'm too old for this.
After the blunt's finished and I've sat around for 30 more minutes, I get up and head to the bathroom for my shower. I find myself thinking about Paris as I run the soapy rag over my body and still thinking about her as I dry myself off, get dressed, and sit on my bed.
I don't even want to sleep tonight, because I know I'll dream about her.
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A/N: Chapter short but it's ok cs the next couple chapters is what's interesting
Y'all needa vote and comment, man. I be talkin to myself 😮💨
-𝔾𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕙 𝔾𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕙 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕞, ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕒! ✨
