A Perfect Storm

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Storm sighed as she unlocked the door for D'Angelo. He had decided to pop up on her unannounced. She was just glad he didn't do it while Malik was there, or it would've probably been some problems. Malik would've tried to fight him & D'Angelo would have probably threatened him with his gun, resulting in the neighbors calling the police. Again.

Storm's mother was pretty pissed when it had happened and Storm was too.

"What I tell you about popping up unannounced?" Storm asked as she walked away from the door. D'Angelo closed it behind him & locked it.

"To be honest I don't care what you said," He said, making her roll her eyes. "What's the problem, you got your other nigga here?"

"Why are you so worried about him?" Storm asked, tired of the bullshit. "You worried he gon take me away from you? Worried that he fucks me better than you?"

"Girl don't nobody fuck you better than I do, and that's on my dead homies."

"Well, now they're rolling over in their graves," Storm said walking into the kitchen. D'Angelo took a deep breath before following her.

"You on my last nerve, Storm, I swear to god," He said as he watched her walk over the refrigerator. She stopped and looked at him.

"I ain't tell you to come here," She said plainly & it pissed him off. That was her problem, she was so damn nonchalant over everything. He was tired of it because he knew she had a problem.

"Bro what the fuck is yo problem?!?" He yelled & she quickly turned back to him.

"Stop yelling in my mama house!!"

"Nah man!! I'm tired of yo shit!! I try to talk to you and you act like you don't care, or you ignore me!!"

Damn, I sound like a bitch, D'Angelo thought to himself. He couldn't help it. Storm made him weak like that.

"Yeah well, you ignored me when I tried talking to you before you kicked me out," Storm said crossing my arms.

"Cause you texting a whole nother nigga in my face!! What type of goofy shit is that?!"

"You be texting other bitches!!" Storm snapped.

"Not in yo damn face!!" D'Angelo snapped back & Storm got quiet. D'Angelo sighed rubbing before rubbing his waves forward. "At least I got the decency to tell them bitches to leave me alone when i'm with you. You smiling, keekeeing and shit about him in my face. That shit ain't cool."

Storm sighed. He was right. But she wasn't going down like that.

"You right. But you kicked me out of your apartment so," She waved him off, turning back to the refrigerator.

D'Angelo let out a groan. He couldn't win for losing with her. But he knew how to play that.

Storm bent down to grab the leftovers from the night before. D'Angelo came up from behind her and lifted her robe up, rubbing her clit. Storm gasped before standing up straight & turning to him. D'Angelo had that look his eye, he was ready to fuck her right where she stood.

"No," She said & he rolled his eyes. "I'm still mad at you."

"You won't be mad when i'm done with you," He said wrapping his hands around her waist. She tried to move but he pulled her closer, making it hard to get away from him.

"Sex won't fix this," She said, more so to herself than him. D'Angelo started to kiss on her neck and she sighed. She wanted to give in. She couldn't help herself. Neck kisses made her so weak.

But she was still sore from Malik. He had only left that morning, and they had definitely gone at it before he left. She didn't know how much her pussy could take.