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That next week, she pulled up to Amari's place to get Harlem. He took a minute but he ended up answering after the 10th doorbell ring and third voicemail. "Why you knocking like the damn police?" He said in a groggy voice like he's been asleep. "You didn't come at 6, so I came here to get my son," she said angrily pushing past him and his bare chest. He grabbed her arm and closed the door forcing her against the door with his hands propped up above her head. "I'll bring him to you at 9," he warned. "He's sleeping right now," he said in a husky voice. "M-move, Amari," she stammered, avoiding his sexy lusty eyes. He grinned. "You wet ain't you?" He asked. She rolled her eyes. He pulled her roughly against his thick print against his basketball shorts. He bit his lip eying her lips. Why was he doing this? It was so weird acting for him. He wouldn't even look at her for the past couple of months, all they said was hi and bye. "Move Amari," she groaned. He placed his lips on her neck and sucked it with his tongue and dug in her shirt swiftly playing with her hardened nipples. She moaned involuntarily. "Move," she moaned. He continued sucking on her neck, yet his hand traveled down to her panties. His fingers inserted inside her and she lost it. He made her erupt twice. She pushed him against the door now and unbuckled his belt. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She gave him the head of his life, she had him moaning like a bitch. "Ahh shit," he moaned massaging her scalp. "You the shit ma," he moaned. She missed giving him her mouth, she missed performing on his Mic. When he had climaxed, she stood and fixed herself then smacked him, coming to her senses, "Don't you ever do that again without me asking for it," she warned. He looked at her crazy as she walked out the house as quickly as she'd came in. When she climbed inside the car, her phone began ringing. "Hello?" She asked without looking at the Caller ID. "Yeah- why you call Ma?" His voice asked. "To pick up Harlem, Amari. You know that; quit acting stupid," she warned. "Oh, my fault Ma. We were at the zoo, but I'm on my way now," Amari promised. She looked down at the phone then at Amari's house and it hit her. Los. She'd just given head to Los.
