Jodie R'manda Holmes. After ending a three-year relationship with the person that took care of her but failed to show her emotional, mental and physical affection, she gathered her things and moved back to her home town. Harlem, New York. Where she...
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Moaning loudly, Jazzy bit her bottom lip so hard that she was sure she drew blood. Arching her back like she knew he liked it, she threw her body back into his slender body while he grunted.
She couldn't lie. She missed the days that consisted of sneaking behind Jodie's back to fuck her man Rakim.
But now that they weren't together, Jazzy didn't see the thrill of it. She wouldn't admit it verbally but Jazzy always wanted what Jodie had. There was even a point of time when she lusted over Keyaan. But that was short lived after Jodie left with Rakim and broke his heart.
Jazzy knew what she was doing, and if anybody asked her she didn't give a damn. She felt like the winner when it came to fucking other people's men.
Feeling herself on the verge of climaxing, Jazzy felt Rakim pulse inside of her indicating that he was in the verge too.
Just when she thought they would be on a passionate level and climax together, Rakim pulled out and spewed his kids on her back.
Sighing, Rakim rolled over and picked up his phone.
Disgusting, Jazzy thought rolling her eyes and climbing out of her bed. She trotted to the bathroom and quickly started the shower. She cringed at the feeling of sperm sliding down her back.
She didn't always like being this way. She just yearned for the feeling of taking what's not hers and playing with it.
Hopping into the shower, Jazzy thought about Jodie and how happy she was with Keyaan. She hated it.
Jodie had more of everything. She had more melanin, more dudes after her and more morals. She was everybody's dream girl.
Smirking to herself, Jazzy knew just what to do to make Jodie's life miserable. I mean after all, she was fucking her ex. It would be a matter of time before she fucked Keyaan too.
Jazzy was taken out of her thoughts when she heard the shower door slide open. Turning around she was caught off guard at a pair of lips crashing into hers.
Pulling away, Jazzy looked away from Rakim. She hoped he wasn't trying to go another round in the shower. Rakim had a fair sized penis but Jazzy preferred to be filled up. Rakim only took up half.
When he wrapped his arms around her waist, she knew exactly what he wanted. Pushing back to get him away from her, Jazzy groaned. "No, Rakim I'm sore." She lied.
"I don't give a damn." He mumbled cupping her vagina in his hands. Moving his hands, Jazzy mugged.
"I said no!" She yelled.
Jazzy gasped when a sharp pain went across her left cheek. Flying to the corner of the shower, she began to sob.
Silently, Rakim exited the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He knew he had issues.
Growing up in the house hold that he lived in caused a lot of demons that he had to live with in present day.
Placing the seat cover down on the toilet he sat down and roughly wiped his hands down his face.
Reaching under the cabinet, he pulled out the bagged white substance and opened it.
"Come get some of this." He spoke sternly over Jazzy's drained out whimpers.
When he didn't hear her making a effort to move he yelled, "NOW!"
Hurrying out the shower, Jazzy moves towards him. Gesturing for her to sit on his lap, she does as she's told and wipes her eyes.
After shaping the white substance into four straight lines, he hands her the red straw. She leans over eventually snorting the substance into her body.
Relaxing against him while he does his two lines, Jazzy was oblivious to him rubbing in between her legs.
Moving her curly hair from by her ear he whispers seductively, "Now go wait for daddy in the room."
Nodding like a obedient dog, she gets up and goes into the room.
With the fear in her eyes, they quickly turned to anger and somehow all she felt was hate in her heart for Jodie. She had quickly conjured up in her mind that this was Jodie's fault.
Was this why she left him?
Rakim had never put his hands on her like this or even treated her like this.
He spoke about how he had seen Jodie recently and ever since then, he had been more aggressive with Jazzy. Putting her down, roughing her up, forcing her to have sex.
She didn't know half of what she had signed up for but she was gonna do whatever to make him want her more than he ever wanted Jodie.
Even if that meant, getting rid of her.
Jazzy didn't care. She was going to be his dream girl if it was the last thing she did.
