Ava Bonetti

Part 2 Ava

He hung up and she went back toward her room to get dressed. Not until the doorbell rang. "Where's my peace?" She whined. "Who is it?" She asked. "Open the fuckin door," his voice growled. She opened the door and eyed him like he was crazy. "You hoeing again right?" He growled slamming the door and pinning her against the wall. She wiggled to get loose, yet she couldn't move. He knew she could put up a fight so he'd learned exactly how to restrain her. "Get off of me Quincy, I swear I'm gonna fuck you up," she warned. "So you all up in that nigga face embarrassing me and shit!!!!" He barked. "I was working!!" She yelled back. "Lie to me again," he growled staring at her lips. She couldn't deny that he was on his fly shit right now, looking like the he stepped out of a GQ magazine. He was dressed in Armani head to toe, his hair in a low cut fade, his beard trimmed nicely. His light green eyes turned a darker green when he was pissed. Right now, he was furious. He'd always been overprotective of her, but tonight threw her for a loop, he was never crazy enough to put his hands on her. Only when she got mad at him and fought him did he restrain her but not the other way around. "Get off of me," she said slowly. "I know what will get your ass to talk," he growled pulling off his belt with one hand, she slipped out his hold he aggressively, grabbed her with the other and pulled her against the wall. Before she could protest, he'd picked her up and slid her down on his ten inch long, thick monster. She gasped as he started serving her deep slow strokes that drove her crazy. "You fuck that nigga?" He growled to her lips. "Unh," she moaned out. "You heard me Ava," he growled. She whimpered and shook her head no. "No Daddy, only you," she moaned. "Yeah it better be," he hissed before he started giving her faster strokes. He gave her hard deep pounding, grinding her shit. His loving was amazing, it drove her crazy. She dug her nails into his back bouncing on his monster. "Slow down Daddy," she growled bouncing up and down. "You funny," he said knowing she wanted the exact opposite. He went deeper and harder. He was all up in her guts. She was screaming and erupting all over him. He'd never screwed her this hard. She loved every bit of it, but she knew she'd be super sore afterwards. He didn't stop until five minutes later. He finally pulled out of her and grabbed her hair, forcing her to her knees. She took his monster in her mouth and let him pump her throat until he was running down her throat. "Nasty ass," he spat fixing himself up. "You love it though," she said still on the floor. She couldn't feel her legs. "Where you going?" she whined as he walked off toward her kitchen. "About to get an apple," he said back. "Mind your business," he added. "Help me- I can't feel my legs," she whined. He continued walking. "Q!!" She yelled. He didn't respond. He was an complete asshole when he was angry, he had an anger problem just as her yet his was worse. He controlled it around her since she of course was his only weakness but he was a cold blood killer out in the streets. He ain't take shit from nobody. His whole family had died in a fire when he was 8, he just so happened to be at a friends house. He didn't have family so he'd been in and out of foster care until he was 18, he was wilding out in the streets at that age, it landed him in jail, after he did a two year bid, he came out a whole new man, he'd got put in the game by his cellmate/best friend Rome. Who put in a word for him to his uncle named Teedo. Teedo was a legend in the game and got close with Q, he taught him that everything he needed to know, he treated his like the son he'd never had yet unionized to him, he had created a legend himself. Q was brilliant and was great at what he did and with Teedos connect, he was unstoppable. He created an empire. And now at 25, he had taken over the whole west coast, he had a whole army working for him, he was the "top niggas in charge" boss. He was cold harded and it helped with his profession. Every nigga feared him and looked up to him. He was originally a hood nigga that came all the way up, to the point he didn't have to lift a finger without someone servicing him. This is why messing around with Ava, drove him crazy. Here he had feelings out the roof for her, he wanted her to be his queen and she was stalling. No matter how good he laid pipe, or how deep their chemistry was, she wouldn't let them be together. The crazy part was- she didn't want him to move on either, when he even brought up a females name, she got extremely jealous. They bickered, fussed and fight all the time but always ended up in each other's arms by the end of the night. Her lil ass drove him insane. "Q!!!" She yelled at him again . He appeared back, with his apple in his hand. "Pick me up- now," she growled. He eyed her and shook his head. "You better show me some damn respect- I've killed niggas for less," he promised. "So you would kill me Daddy?" She asked innocently biting her bottom lip. He shook her head, she was so sexy yet unpredictable. It's like he knew her but she kept him guessing. He knew he'd never in his life kill her, that was like killing a whole half of himself. "Don't ever ask me no crazy shit like that," he spat. "Then don't threaten me with it, now pick me up!" She whined. "Say please," he growled. "Please pick me up Daddy," she purred. He grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder. He took her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed, he then went to go run her a bubble bath. He took his shirt off her body then carried her into the bathroom and helped her in the tub. "Get in with me Daddy," she cooed. "Not if you want another pounding on that shit," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Only the tip," she warned. He chuckled taking off his clothes. She was obviously fronting, she loved his loving just as much as he loved hers. He slid in across from her. "So how was your day baby?" She asked nicely soaking in the long, fifteen thousand dollar, royal tub that sat in the middle of her bathroom. "Just busy, but I'm aight now," he admitted, staring at her. She blushed. "I'm not, you need to keep it in your pants," she complained. "So you telling me, you wouldn't hop on it again?" He smirked licking his lips. "Hell yeah I would," she murmured before crawling through the bubbles and water to massage his monster, which was semi erect. "Mm, I love this pretty monster," she smirked stroking it while staring up at him. "He loves you too," he smirked. "Yet I'm. jealous, cause that's the only part of me you love," he said. Ava groaned then let go of his penis. "Here we go," she said. "Nah- here we not go- I'm cool off that shit. I'm gonna start treating you like a real nigga that only wants ass. No jokes, no flirting, nothing, straight smashing.. I been out here fucking with only you for five years like I'm married or something and you know how much pussy get thrown at me but nah, I don't be interest cause this dick only want you, my mind only want you. Yet you don't give two shits if I lived or died today or tomorrow," he spat. She shook her head tears in her eyes. "Fuck you Q, you know that shit ain't true-," she hissed low, looking away. She hated how he brought out her emotions, who was he to do that? "Then how come after 5 years, you have yet to even say you love me, I feel like a whole fuckin bitch out here," he said, his Baltimore accent seeping through when he got angry. "Can we talk about something else?" She pleaded. "Nah I'm done talkin- Ima fuck you- and I'm out," he promised. She pouted knowing she wouldn't like this new Q he was warning her he'd be. She liked joking, laughing, kissing and flirting with him. She just wasn't ready for nothing serious like he was but she'd go crazy if she lost him. She was determined to change his mind as she crawled up closer and kissed him. He turned his head where her lips met his cheek. "No kissing," he said sternly. She ignored him kissing him again. He pulled away yet again. "Kiss me again and I'm out Ava, I'm tellin you," he warned. She smirked and bit her lip. "Just a little one Daddy?" She asked sweetly staring at his juicy lips. "Nah," he said. She sat up and slipped him inside her. "No?" She asked again as he bit his lip. "No," he groaned. She began to ride him. "No?" She asked speeding up. She bounced on it and twerked on it. He moaned and threw his head back. She could ride the mess out of a pole. She began sucking on his neck as she bounced, giving his skin French kisses all the way up onto his lips. Then she kissed him passionately, he didn't push her away this time, he kissed her back and pushed upward, getting all up in her guts, she stopped and let him work his magic. He had her erupting in minutes. He pulled out stick still hard. He pushed her off a little, then got out. He made her stand up and he carried her out into the bed. He forced her by her hair on her knees, with her butt in the air, he rammed into her causing her to scream and moan, whimper and purr. His loving was like an obsession. She needed it and craved it. "Oh fuccckk-," she moaned out. She was erupting again. He gripped her long hair and began driving into her faster. She started tightening her cat muscles and throwing it back, she knew whenever she did that, he spoiled her like an only child. She'd have him under her spell with the move alone. "Stop doing that shit boo- ain't tryna nut yet," he groaned. "I want you to Daddy..come on, I love this shit," she moaned he started to speed up. They both were on edge, they felt each other bodies tense up. "Babyyyyy-," she shrieked. "I'm there!!!!!" She shrieked louder. He let out a growl and he erupted all in the condom. They both collapsed. "If you don't get your big ass off of me," she warned. He chuckled and rolled over. About an hour later, she was in his shirt sitting on his chest, kissing and giggling with him. "You gonna be the death of me, I'm telling you ma," he said. "Stop saying that baby," she whined. "You my only fuckin weak spot ma, if a nigga plotting on me and know my whole shit, been watching us- you the person they go for first," he said. She smiled. "You know I stay strapped babe, I'm a beast," she said biting her bottom lip. "I was meaning to ask you- what you wanted for your birthday-," he started. "No-," she interrupted. He chuckled. "Why no?" He asked. "Cause you always go over board, my father throws them big ass parties for me and you get me crazy extravagant gifts that make people assume we're more than what we say we are," she complained. "And what do you say we are?" He asked with a smirk. Staring at her with those pretty green eyes, he had nothing but love in them. "Close-close friends," she smiled inching closer to his lips until she kissed them. "Yeah whateva," he said pulling away. "Okay- since your being moody, I'll leave you alone," she said. He didn't say anything, just stared. She melted under his gaze, but managed to look away. She eyed the TV, and pretended to watch it as he continued to stare. After a while she couldn't help herself, she looked over at him. "What?" She asked. He just shook his head and grabbed his phone from the dresser and checked it. He handled business on his phone while she caught up on "Housewives of Atlanta." She ended up falling asleep, shortly so did he.