Bandit Sequel: Ending the drama with Viola and her vicious team wasn't easy for Zee and Bricks. It took a lot to get them where they are now, happy in the city of Los Angeles, California. However, their kids seem to have their own drama now that the...
People say Fuck love and Fuck life because they're tired of being fucked over, but giving up on those things is only hurting themselves. -Sonya Parker
Imani Kiara Gomez
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I fall back on the bed, bitting my bottom lip as Marcus climbs between my legs stripping of his shirt. He smirks, leaning down kissing my lips as I moan from his hand roaming down my backside. He bites my lip for entrance and I give it to him, gasping when his tongue over laps mine. He plays with the waist line of my panties, grunting as he grinds against me.
"Marcus stop teasing and fuck me already." I moan pulling back. He sits up on his knees, putting my hands on his Gucci belt. I unbuckle his pants, watching his nine inch piece sprang out licking my lips. He leans down, kissing me as I feel his piece automatically line up with my entrance. I feel the tip enter, groaning when his phone rings.
I take it out his pocket, looking at the caller ID pushing him off me. He falls on the floor looking at me in anger and confusion. I grab my clothes off the floor pissed, getting dressed as I walk out the room of his apartment.
"Yo what's good witchu?!" He yells behind me. I stop in my tracks, rolling my tongue around as I shook my head. I promised myself I wouldn't cry over this nigga, but when you loved someone for a year that shit hurts. I finally give someone my heart after my promiscuous ways and the shit gets slapped right back in my face. I turn around toward him, slapping the fuck outta him decking his shit with his phone right in his lip.
"You a fucking cheater yo!" I exclaim, punching him as hard as I could. But he was eating everything I gave to him. He grabs my wrist to stop me, shoving them into my chest and crashing my back into the wall.
If my parents and uncles taught me anything, they taught me to never let a man take me to my weak point. It took a lot out of me, but I push him back decking him in his shit until he lost his balance falling into the wooden table behind him breaking it in half. I blow my loose hair out my face, pulling my shirt down and putting my hair into a sloppy bun.
"You got your fucking ex calling you, the one you claimed you broke up with but she texting you. Saying she miss the dick and shit, when you coming over I need a night cap?!" Marcus groans, struggling to his feet standing hunched and stiffed. He flops down on the couch, grilling me as he took a blunt out his pocket.
"Ain't nobody tell you to grab my fucking phone." He snaps through gritted teeth. My blood boils because I was ready to fuck him up again.
"First off, if you didn't have shit to hide, my trust with you wouldn't be so fucking thin! You fucked up once, but we were just trying this shit out at first so I forgave your ass. But the second time is the last fucking straw! I don't do third chances mafucka that's where you got me fucked up." I swear that Gomez and Dubois blood is showing right now. Marcus scoffs in laughter, lighting the blunt while putting it to his plump lips. He takes a long inhale, exhaling through his nose as he looks at me with squinted eyes.
