WHAT'S YOUR FANTASY ?

Something random: Thug love.

Cici and I been fuckin' around for some time now, it's been about three weeks, and I couldn't get enough of this bitch. Not only was she bad as hell, the way she carried herself was too damn sexy. She was a thug in bitch form, on some shit it felt like she was made for me.

We got into our first fight this morning, and by fight I mean, fist fight. What shocked me about it was she was the one to hit me first, the bitch popped me right in the lip. Instantly I retaliated and punched her back, but after that hit it was like a full on, wrestling match. Cici was small, but the bitch was strong, and she aint give up for shit.

I finally got her to scream truce when I had her arms behind her back, pullin' 'em while she was pinned to the floor on her stomach, with my foot on her back.

Cici stormed out of my condo after that, with a bloody nose and a knot on her forehead. Shit, even I had some bruises, the bitch bit me on the neck, leaving a nasty ass black and blue bite mark. She scratched my face up, I got a cut goin' across my left cheek and bruise on my right cheek from where she socked me.

I don't think she'll be coming back tonight, but I don't give a fuck.

Fuck her.

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It was late, close to midnight and I was dead asleep until I heard noises on the balcony. I shot up out of bed and ducked down, seeing a shadow from behind the curtain. I leaned down and felt around under my bed for the shotgun I kept for emergencies.

Once it was in my grip, I clutched it tight and stood up, cocking the grip back before holding it out in front of me.

The handle on the window twisted, and the window started to open.

My heart beat fast in my chest, but the smell of Victoria Secret perfume filled my nose once the wind blew in from outside.

Cocking my eyebrow, I held the gun down and watched as Cici fell in my room, landing flat on her face.

I laughed hard and looked down at her and placed the tip of the shotgun to her head.

"Is you stupid?" I chuckled, pushing the gun into her head.

Cici rolled over onto her back and swatted the gun out of her face, "Fuck you." She mumbled, sitting up. Pushing hair from her face, Cici looked up at me, with drunken eyes, her nose a little swollen.

"Why are you climbin' in my windows?" I asked, I bent down and slid the shotgun back under my bed and stood up straight, scratching the back of my head.

"Because Fredo!" Cici pushed herself up, wobbling as she caught her balance, "You took my key!" She poked my chest hard, tequila reeked on her breath.

"You punched me in the face bitch." I spat, feeling my blood boil.

Cici laughed hard, "I did didn't I?" She put her finger to her lip and looked at me, "You're sexy." She smirked, biting down on her acrylic nail softly.

I sucked my teeth and stepped to her, her chest against mine as I starred down at her, "You're lucky I didn't kill you." I grabbed her by the hair, wrapping a wad of it in my fist, causing her head to jerk sideways.

"You wouldn't kill me." Cici said gritting her teeth, her eyes with mine.

"Oh yea?" I pulled her hair hard, causing her let out a small yelp, "What makes you think that? I'm knowin' for droppin' bodies baby girl." I brought my face close to hers, my lips brushing against her lips.

Cici chuckled, I felt her hand gripping my balls, I bit my tongue in the process of clenching my jaw, breathing heavily, "Because..." Cici whispered, "You need me." She giggled and slowly started to massage my balls. I was only wearing a pair of boxers, so the fabric between her hands and my dick was thin.