I Luv It(On Hold)

Chapter twelve

August

“Ooooooooo Aug!” Danielle screamed as I hit her from the back. “Fuck……” She continued. I grabbed a hold of her thin waist and pushed my manhood even further into her. Each stroke I did, made me go harder.

“Bend over, I’m almost there!” I pushed her forward. I felt myself about to nut so I pulled out. Danielle already knew the deal. She turned around and got on her knees, taking me into her mouth. She took all of me in her mouth, swallowing that bihh. I bust my nut into her throat, and she swallowed. I damn sure wasn’t about to bust inside her kush.

Once she was done, I picked up her black shirt off the floor and wiped my dick off, before throwing it off the floor. Danielle walked back over to the bed and got under the covers, staring me down. I’m more than sure she was hoping that I would stay, but I couldn’t. Fuck, I wouldn’t stay with her ass even if I could. Although I feel bad for just having sex with someone else when I’m with Ri, I can’t help it. I needed sex and Ri be acting closed off sometimes, and Danielle be open.

“So you just gon go like that?” Danielle smacked.  I can’t lie, Danielle is fine. She was what niggas would go for.  The average video vixen, which was what she was. She’s average height, brown skin, she got ass and titties for days. She’s pretty, and her hair is cut into them lil haircuts all the thots wearing now. Although she got all that, never will she compare to Mariah, fuck nobody could in my book.

“August! You just gon leave?” She asked again, this time getting out the bed and getting in front of me.. I continued to get dress, ignoring her duck ass. She knew what it was when we started this shit. “Fine go back to that big bitch!” She folded her arms.

“Danielle, Ima just say this one more time.”I paused and got in her face,so she could hear every word I said. “ You got one more thing to say about my fiance and Ima hurt your stupid ass.” I put on my hoodie and walked out.

Mariah

Every pair of eyes turned to me when Aug and I strutted into Tyga’s all black party, that he decided to throw in New Orleans. Jax was popping and everybody who was somebody in the industry and the city was there. My sleeveless black bandage dress hung tightly against my body. The spandex girdle made me look like I had the curviest body. I wore my thirty-two inch Brazilian bone straight with a side part, and my black diamond six inch Louboutins stabbed the ground as I walked. Aug was looking good as fuck in his True Religion jeans, that were a lil baggy. He wore a black v-neck shirt with a black Gucci scarf on top of his head. He black Louboutin sneakers blessed his feet. The gold rolex shined bright on his wrist, and his neck line was graced with a simple gold chain.

“Follow me.” The blonde hostess instructed us. She was cute,but she looked like she worked for shit like this. She wore a short black shirt and a strapless bra. The bitch was bad, even I must admit. Her shape not like most of the white girls out there. The stripper heels she wore, made her look like a vixen.

We followed the bitch to VIP, where everybody was at. The bitch was packed. I saw everybody from Wayne to Kim K. Who by the way was looking good as hell, like she was never pregnant.

“You came!” Chyna ran up to me, in her strapless spandex dress. All the titties were falling out, but she still rocked it, in a way that only a few can.

“Didn’t I say I would!” I screamed over the sound of Meek Millz blasting through the club.

“Yea!” She flipped her hair. “Hey August!” She one arm hugged him.

“Hey!” Aug hugged her back.

“Here! Here!” She handed us both shot glasses filled with some kind of alcohol. “Turn the fuck up! I mean all the way up!” She downed a shot.