𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆

02.

LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA, 1996
𝙱𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂
(omniscient)

A glimpse of the sunlight beamed through the light red curtains, brightening up the large dark room. Erien opened her eyes and saw a sleeping DeVante laying beside her with his arms wrapped around her tiny frame. She immediately scrunched up her face confused as to why he was still in her bed, when he should've been gone?

No man has ever spent the night with her, nor did she ever spent the night with them. That's something she won't ever let happen because that's the next level. She doesn't do any laying up, she ain't have time for that. After she finishes strewing a guy, she doesn't want them being nowhere in her presence. It's done and she'll call when she wants it again.

She quickly got out of DeVante's grip and made her way to the bathroom. He really had to be out of his mind, but then again she was sloppy drunk last night and probably told him to stay. She closed the door and looked up in the mirror, seeing her wig cap wasn't on her head any more.

She wasn't even surprised that it was off, considering she and DeVante went round after round. He did her body right so she couldn't really complain. Plus he was the first to keep up with her in bed, which was a shock still.

She shook the dirty thoughts out of her head and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste out of the cabinet. She had to get ready to go back on set and do an interview about the movie 'Sioux City' she finished filming yesterday. It was fun and she couldn't wait to see herself on the big screen once again. Shortly after brushing her teeth, she washed her face before stepping in the shower.

Turning on the hot water, she washed herself off and got straight out. She wrapped a towel around her small frame, opened the door and went back to her room seeing DeVante was still asleep. She wanted to smack him in the face cause how dare he lay in her king size bed all comfortable like this going to be happening every time she invites him over.

He put it down good on her, but not good enough for her to change her rules. This is the first and last time he'll be spending the night. Next time she'll have to go to his crib, do what she do and then leave. She squinted her eyes and saw that he had one of his hands in his pants. She smirked to herself and walked towards the bed.

She dropped the towel from her body before climbing on top of him. She knew he wasn't sleeping because his hands weren't down there at first. She figured why not get her some in before starting her day off. He was already here. Erien leaned down and kissed his neck, making him groan.

You would think she's tired and sore from going all those rounds last night, but nope. The 5 '4 woman doesn't ever get tired of having sex cause it's a big part of her life. If anyone knew her story and what she went through then they would understand why she does the things she does!

"Damn ma, I thought you'll be tired after I wore yo lil ass out" DeVante groaned, looking up at her straddling his lap. He for sure was worn out now that he thinks about it. All those rounds had him gone.

"Please, I could never" Erien chuckled, tugging on his Calvin Klein boxers. She wasted no time pulling them down and sliding herself on him, and moving up and down on his dick.

"Fuck girl" DeVante groaned, staring at her do her thing. She felt so good and he just knew he wasn't going to last. His dick was never on his side when it came to morning quickies.

Erien felt his large hand grip her waist, trying to slow her down. She removed his hands, pinned them above his head and kept going. She closed her eyes and kept bouncing up and down on his dick, filling her own self up. She probably wasn't going to see him any more today, cause she and Toni have plans after she gets done with the movie interview.