Sarah Marshall
"All I'm sayin' is you were bein' a bit disrespectful." I rolled my eyes, folding my arms over my chest.
"How? 'Cause I ain' let cha win in uno?" August said, laughing loud.
"Yes, now leave me alone, cheater." I said trying to stay mad at him.
His laugh was so obnoxious, yet so boyish and beautiful. His laugh could brighter the day almost. You really can't find a flaw on him. He's legit perfect. His teeth, his smile, beautiful laugh, sexy eyes...
This man is just so perfect.
"Fine and disrespectful should not make a match," I whispered, rolling my eyes hard at the back of his head.
"Whatcha say?"
"I said you're disrespectful, little Aug." I got off the floor, going into his kitchen.
"Little whea'? If you haven't noticed ya' mans gettin' swole outchea'." He said, following me into the kitchen. "Talm bout some lil Aug. Lil Aug can knock all da' feelin' outcha legs."
I laughed, "What do you mean by that?"
"Ya' gotta wait ta' find out. I'a give ya' a sneak peek and have ya' scared." He smiled, walking up to me.
I smiled back, pushing him away. "You're nasty. I am not interested in seein' your little ding dong."
"You ain' gotta see it ta' feel it na'. And we both know I ain' lil."
"I'm not having this conversation with you Aug." I blushed.
"Come hea' baybeh." He smirked, pulling me towards him. He kissed my neck, caressing my sides. "You been talkin' slick all week, ya' need some act right?"
I look into his eyes, nodding. "Yes daddy."
"Let's go then. Whatcha waitin' fa'?"
I hurried up the stairs, with Aug hot on my tail. As we finally get to the room, I take August's shirt off tossing it to the side. Aug stood by the door, slowly taking off his clothes. I smirk, slowly taking off my underwear off, throwing it in his direction.
"Ooh baybeh, ya' ready?" He said, catching my panties in mid air.
"Yes, daddy," I moaned in anticipation. "I need you, little Aug."
He laughed, before grabbing my thighs. "I'll show yo' freak ass lil."
"MOMMY!"
I jumped out of my sleep, holding my chest tight.
Oh no baby, what is ya' doin?!
I shake my head, blinking hard to get rid of the images that were stuck in my head. I had a dream... A lustful, intense dream about August. M-my friend August..?
We can't dream about him no more.
"Yes, Christian?" I yawned, throwing my hair in a messy bun. I stare at my alarm clock on my dresser as it reads 4:39.
"Door!" He yells.
Who's knocking on my door at 4 in the morning?!
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I Do. (August Alsina)
Lãng mạnSarah Marshall. A 21 year old, single mother. Five years ago, at the age of 16, she was brutally beaten and raped by her ex Raymond Brown. He impregnated her and left her to die. Nine months later after the incident, she birthed a beautiful baby boy...
