Don't Touch [Trey Songz FanFic]

Don't Touch

A/N This is my new urban fiction novel please enjoy and don't forget to comment and vote

Mason

"Ah fuck Mason not so hard you're hurting me " she said as I pounded deep into her soft wet pink p**sy.

"I like it when you hurt mami !" my breath became heavy as my strokes went steady. I could feel her walls tighten around the shaft of my d*ck as her juices flowed down wetting my balls in the process. Grabbing onto her waist my d*ck throbbed repeatedly inside of her latino wet pussy lips. I could feel myself almost come to my peak ,but my phone rang interuppting my soon to rise climax,so I just let it go to voicemail...until it rang again. I sighed pulled out and rolled over. By the look on shawty's face I could see she was heated. I covered the phone with my hand before speaking ,"My bad lemme get this and we can continue" I said trying to ease the situation. She rolled her eyes and quickly threw on her clothes as she walked to the door. "Fuck you Mason" she said. I laughed and said "You already did!" she grilled me and slammed the door on her way out.

Cattleya

"Fuck you too! I can't stand you, if you come anywhere close to me I swear I'll kill you!" I screamed at my drunken step father. Slamming the door to my room I snatched up my I phone 5c and dialed Mason's number. The ringing of the phone had me patiently heated little by little, but the voicemail had me even more furious. I called again and this time he picked up on the 5th ring, but covered the phone. Yet that did no justice because I could hear his conversation ,not clearly, but I picked up on some words that were being said. "My bad le- get this a- we c-n continue" He said probably trying to ease the situation after he probably was fucking her and played her by picking up the phone to another female. "F-k you Ma-on" she said. he laughed and said "You alr-dy did!" then I heard the door slam and he removed his hand from the phone."Wassup?" he said. Silence was on the line as I cried a faint "We need to talk.."

"Iight about what?" He asked in a flat tone. The fact that he sounded unconcerned made me even more upset about my situation. To be honest Mason was the only person I had right now to confide in my problems with. I had no one, my momma would stay in and out of the hospital because of her sickness that was painfully consuming her body and it made me secretly depressed. You know, me and my momma always went to church, read the bible and even while fighting this wide spread of a disease she still managed to put food on the table and keep a smile on her face while doing so. I never really knew my sperm donor , and the reason why I use the term sperm donor is because any supposed man that leaves his kid at the age of four is nothing, but a mere sperm donor to me, he could never take the place as my father.

Luckily my mom wasn't like other women, you know when a man leaves the woman cries and be depressed for months on out and just sits in an empty void. Not my momma though, she doesn't cry and she doesn't mop, she keeps it moving and finds someone more suited to her stature. She even told me "Cattleya you are a pretty darkskin black girl and when you get older I want you to be wise about yours and I want you to know your game back and forth, but most importantly baby I don't ever, ever want you to ride no cars without no spare tires you hear me child?." I nodded my head at my momma. Around then i was about 12 years old. My momma felt the need to tell me this because I was very mature for my age and knew way more than what I needed to know.

Back then I knew what my momma was talking about yet some parts I didn't understand like don't ride a car without any spare tires. She told me she would break it down for me as I got older and developed from a bud to a grown flower.

I could remember the time when my momma got a boyfriend. Boy did she smile so bright, she smiled brighter than when she was with any other man, so I really thought he was the one for her, the man that wouldn't secretly break her heart. Although my momma would always put on a front like she wasn't hurt, deep down I knew better. She may not feel like she'll die without them, but I know damn well she felt like her time was wasted. So with Rodnie something told me he was different, but that little voice in the back of my mind told me he was different alright ,but not in the way I thought he would be. Honestly I was right on the ball, now don't get me wrong, when my momma finally brought him around he was real nice to us , he took us anywhere ,paid some of the bills and even bought us nice clothing, but after awhile as I got older and my breast and ass started to get bigger so did his lust for me. His old eyes would follow my every move as I swished back and forth to my room, living room, and even out the door. There were a couple of times where he would make perverted comments underneth his breath, but I shook it off not knowing if I was losing my mind or not. For my momma's sake I hope I was.