Who do you trust most your loved ones or your lover? - When these two New Yorkers meet intense feelings between them begin to form much to the displeasure of others around them. Both Nasir Jones and Nicki Maraj faith in love is put through the ultim...
"Ahhh baby go deep- shit fuck right there." I moaned.
"You like that?" Chris sexy ass questioned already knowing what a bitch was gonna say or nah instead I just squeezed my eyes close enjoying the feeling of him inside me. He should've too because it's gon be the last time in a long time he gets some of this again; I'm just trying to remind him how expensive pussy taste since he been fucking with these crusty broke bitches lately.
Chris was hittin' it right though—nigga had my toes curling and everything.
I slid my hand from over his mouth then tongue-kiss him as he thrust in and out of me before stopping altogether and putting me back down on the floor' "no cum nigga," I said, getting on the toilet to piss; only God knows where Chris dirty dick then been.
"That's yo dry ass pussy," he uttered as I reached over and punch him while he's taking the condom off and zipping up his pants "girl don't play..." He warned then washed his hands staring in the mirror over the sink as he did; Chris knew he was fine that's what I hated about him the most he was sooo cocky.
I wiped myself pulling up my panties after standing and flushing the toilet pushing Chris out my way so I could wash my hands as he played with my ass while I did so "hook yo sister up with my guy?"
I pushed him again as I grabbed some paper towels from the medicine cabinet while turning to face him "Nicki don't want Cyc."
"I ain't talking about Cyc, I'm talking about Nas."
"And what's in it for me?" I asked as he pulled me close trying to reach his hand in my leggings as I pushed him away and we walked out of the bathroom which led us right into the kitchen where Cyclone sat in a barstool eating cake it looked like while listening to slow jams.
"You in here depressed," Chris greeted him then smacked his shoulder as I keep in my laughter "you ight, big homie?"
"I'm cool." Cyclone answered.
"You don't look it."
While Chris was chatting up Cyc I made my way to the patio leaning in the doorway I just watched Nicki and Nas' I mean it seemed like they were vibing but you couldn't really tell with Nicki.
Shoot! ever since Safaree she hasn't really been herself. Her guard has been extra up as of late.
Safaree was sexy as shit though with a big long ass dick' I heard so I couldn't really blame my sister for being strung out over the nigga but she gotta get like me I play these niggas.
They finally noticed me watching as I covered my laugh "what are you doing?" Nicki asked as she sat up.
"Nas, Cyc 'em said they bouta go." I let him know as he stood.
"See you later, Nas."
"Bye!"
I waited till he passed me on his way out before walking onto the patio "what was that about?" I questioned her as she rolled them gray contacts she's wearing.
"Nothing, why?" She answered a frown evident on her face as I followed her inside where the guys were already gone.
"He cute, right?"
"I guess."
"You guess," I chuckled at that, hmm, "he's single too."
"Girl! Don't even be trying it," she warned, putting dishes in the sink as I sit on one of the barstools watching her.
"Look at you! You used to be so fun now you just boring like some maid or something... You keep it up you going to be living like Ms.Willis with a house full of cats and no man." I predicted.
"What do you want from me?" She muttered while cleaning the dishes.
"I want the old Nicki back!" I admitted, eyeing her after "the Nicki I know would've been had a rebound nigga as soon as that nigga Safaree walked out."
"We had 12 years to-"
I cut her off before she could give me that same tired '12 years together' line. "Okay! And I bet he's with a new bitch already now," I started, pausing to check my social media as I clicked on Safarees Instagram page as pictures of him boo'ed up with some Nicki clone appeared all over his page "Look! Look!!! this the negro you want to waste yo life over," I try showing her as she looked away "all I'm saying is get with the shits cuz' ain't nobody crying over niggas no more in this generation; it's either get even or be beaten, he wannabe a dog you be one too."
I said what I said and walked off leaving her to her own devices' sometimes I felt like the older sister because my sisters did not seem to get that niggas are meant to be played not kept' and with that said I answered an incoming call from my boo Dave East'.
"Hey, when you gon' come and see me zaddy?"
"Shit I'm coming through right now' put on something nice I gotta surprise for you," he answered.
"A surprise! You know I love surprises baby."
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