What Doesn't Kill Me...

Chapt. 12 - Laysia

"Yo mama know where you at?"

I shook my head as I looked around.

"Nope. Why would she?"

He shrugged as he sat two beers on the table.

(Omar at top.)

"She think I'm at a friends spending the night."

Omar sat down and looked at me standing nervously.

"You look like you scared. This not ya first time being around me. Come here."

I walked over to the handsome brown skin man with the sexy beard.

Just looking at him made me wet.

"I've never been here though."

He chuckled at me and drunk some of his beer.

"How was school today?"

I shrugged as I got comfortable.

"It was school, nun special."

He nodded and sat his beer down as his phone rung.

As he answered it he got up and walked off.

On phone: Quan

"Man I been texting you O."

"I'm busy right now Quan. What's up?"

My heart instantly dropped.

How he know my brother?

"I got that work for you. I was gone bring it through while I'm over this way."

"Nah, that's not a good idea right now. I'll come pick it up later or I'll send my boys."

"Iight bet. Hit me later."

He hung up the phone and as he made his way back to the couch I couldn't help but notice the print in his jogging pants.

"We need to get you a phone babe."

"I know right. I need to get a job and buy one."

He quickly shook his head.

"Long as you dealing with me, Omar.. You don't need a job. I get you what you want, you pay me back with that cookie down there. No girl of mine need a job, I got a successful strip club and my trap doing good. I got you, just keep looking beautiful and smelling good."

I blushed as he kissed on my neck.

"Yo O !! O !! Where you at nigga?"

The anger on his face scared me a lil as he got up.

"Damnit Ju what you want nigga?"

Ju walked in the room with a gun in his hand.

He stopped and paused as he stared at me.

"Stop looking at my girl nigga before I use ya own gun on you."

"My... My bad O. We got a problem though."

"What's up?"

"Them niggas on the South talking that big shit. What you want us to do?"

He rubbed his beard as he started thinking.

"Do what I taught you. But don't make it hot round here. Understand? I don't need 12 watching me or running up in my shit."

Ju nodded before leaving.

Omar made his way back over to me instantly kissing me nonstop.

He stripped off my clothes as I slid my hand in his pants rubbing on his package.

His tongue on my nipples made my girl downstairs jump in excitement.

Rubbing his fingers on my clit felt even better.

Before I knew it I was laying on his bed with my legs on his shoulders as he grind hiself deep inside me.

Ugh I love this man !

"Damn baby."

I felt myself cumming over and over on his package.

We don't use condoms cause he pulls out and he hates the way they feel.

I trust him, I lost my virginity to him.

He loves me.