True's POV
He loves me.
Wow.
I was just looking at him and watching him sleep.
Nobody ever has really said that to me, not even Cyrus.
But him?
I do love.
Shit, I can't fuck around with this guy. He just said that that bitch is pregnant. And I can't love anybody.
Look at who I am and what I am.
God...fucking around with this nigga is gonna turn me into some kind of marshmallow.
I can't afford that.
"Mm...True you watching me sleep?"
"You're a weird sleeper. It's like you're dead or something."
He laughed and grabbed my blunt from me.
He inhaled and passes it back to me.
"You good, baby boy? Seems like that shit is already hitting you pretty hard."
He looked at me with his glazed over eyes and pulled the sheet back off me.
"Nigga what the fuck are you doing?" I laughed.
He pulled off my panties and then held my legs down.
"Abel...ohh shit!"
He blew smoke on to my clit.
"Oooh shit do it again! I like that shit..."
He passed me the blunt and I sat it down as he positioned himself between my legs.
He started to lick fast against my clit.
"Oh...Abel! Fuck that shit feels nice... Yeah do that, ugh I like that!"
"Mmm..."
He buried his head in between my legs and he started to push his long tongue in and out of my pussy.
"Oooh fuck, nigga God damn, you eating that pussy good! Ugh fuck yes nigga...mmm!"
