I'm so frustrated because I can't write Satisfy, so let me just get this out if the way then I'll try to write again.
This chapter is for the drama & to learn more about Caesar's child hood.
(11) The Streetz R Deathrow
"Growing up as an inner city brotha
where every other had a pops and a motha
I was tha product of a heated lover
Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
and since my pops never knew me
my family didn't know what ta do with me
was I somebody they despise
curious look in they eyes
as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive
poor momma can't control me
quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
a ticken timebomb
can't nobody fade me." - TupacPleasure arched as she moaned. Caesar continued to hold her thighs as his tongue licked around her cl*t. She screamed as he finally wrapped his lips around the erect bud, almost drowning out Chris Brown's voice that played through the speakers.
Girl, I woke up before the light
Thinking about tonight
I can't, I can't sleep
Just a few hours ago
We had the TV on
Drowning out your screams
Tell me your favorite love song girl
I'm gonna play it while your toes curl
Girl what you're saying speak your mind
Girl,tell me what you likeThe light from the TV flashed against her face in the dark. Pleasure had been asleep from watching This Is The End and other movies with Caesar when she woke around 9 AM with his head buried between her legs.
Caesar lapped at Pleasure's juices, his tongue laying flat before giving Pleasure a long, slow lick.
You could say they had been going at it all day but in reality, they spent the rest of the day watching movies, playing Caesar's XBOX, etc.
He pushed a long finger inside of Pleasure, before hooking it so it pressed against her walls while still sucking and licking at her cl*t. Pleasure pulled on the curls in his head as she screamed his name to the ceiling before her body fell limply to the bed, her chest rising up and down as Caesar continued to suck on her juices until her eyes filled with tears at the pleasure.
Caesar kissed up her body til he was looking in her eyes, "I was hungry."
Pleasure chuckled, pushing on his chest so he fell beside her on the bed. She stood up, sliding on her boy shorts and bra.
Pleasure stretched before picking up Caesar's phone when it vibrated.
"Terrence calling you." She told him.
"I'll call him back later." Caesar stood up, pulling on his boxers.
Pleasure plugged her phone into her speakers and turned on one of her playlist when she made it downstairs.
Caesar laid back and rolled up his Black n' Mild as he rapped along to the song, "When she ask me bout it, I'ma be like blah blah blah blah."
"Don't drop that on my couch." Pleasure told Caesar as he nodded, "you hungry?"
Caesar looked up at her with a smirk, "I already ate but yeah, baby."
"Shut up." Pleasure laughed and walked into the kitchen before opening her fridge. She pulled out some eggs and bacon and pancake mix.
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