Symone POV
"Come in."
Slowly the door opens, and he stares at me with still red eyes, seductively meeting my gaze.
"Well...you got it?" I whisper smiling my amusing glossy eyes back at him.
He stares for a few seconds longer before he walks in slowly in his clean wife beater, showing off his chieseled muscles, paired nicely with his dark blue jeans.
He wiggled his eyebrows in response, as he pulls out a small packet of the white powder substance.
My grin quickly dropped.
"That ain't what I asked for Douglass." I say with a stern look.
"Relax I'm kidding." He says as he puts the packet back into his pocket and pulls out another one.
"Thank you baby." I say as I motion my hand out for him to give me my delectable.
He slowly walks closer and sits on the edge of my bed. Looking me intently in my eyes.
He then extends out his hand towards my chin, gently caressing it, locking my gaze.
I stare back, taking in his eyes, his nose, and then his lips.
With his other hand he takes mine and drops the new substance into my hands while folding up my fingers accordingly after.
"Thank you Douglass." I smile in victory.
He tucked some of my Brazilian extensions behind my ear.
"Anything for you beautiful." He whispers as he stared lustfully at my lips.
He slowly edges closer to me, filling in the small gap between us, meshing his lips into mine.
With every second that passed, our kiss became more aggressive, and forceful.
I felt his masculine hands grip the back of my neck, as his lips ferociously tries to overpower mine. His other hand creeps to to the back of my mid back and sharply pushes me closer to him.
I held on tight to his wife beater, with hands vibrating in anticipation.
He slowly lifts me up and positions me on his lap so that my legs circles around his waist. He pulls back from our kisses and licks his lips causing me to blush and smile.
"You are so beautiful." He says as his hands begin to mingle with my hair.
"Am I really?" I asked teasingly.
He replies to me with a kiss.
"Hm..." I say as I press my lips together.
"How beautiful?" I ask him.
He slightly furrows his eyebrows and relaxes his hand in my lap.
"The most beautiful." He says finally.
"On a scale of one through ten?" I say, pressing him on.
"A twenty Symone." He says in exasperation.
Satisfied with his answers, I roughly push him back as he lays on my bed.
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Dla nastolatkówStephanie Snow Black is the daughter of late parents, Lawrence and Stephany. Her grandma Rosaline had her in her custody until she too passed away. Now she is living her life much like an orphan at almost eighteen years of age under the custody of h...
