Amina | 05
Amina Johnson
I took off my high heels and stumbled into the house. I dropped my shoes and jacket at the beginning of the door. I checked my phone and noticed I had a message from Dave. We had exchanged numbers before I left.
Dave💓: goodnight, shawty. - 2:23 A.M.
Me: Goodnight. 2:37 A.M.😋
I smiled and put my phone down on the dresser and turned on the light in my room to find Troy sitting on my bed. I jumped when I saw him sitting there with my hand over my chest.
"What the fuck! You scared me, damn." I told Troy as I wiped off my makeup and took off my clothes to shower.
After my shower, Troy was still sitting on my bed in the same spot.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked as I lotioned up.
"Trying to figure out why the fuck you were smelling like another nigga." He said and I scoffed then rolled my eyes.
I heard my bed creak and I was suddenly pinned to my bed with Troy's hand around my throat.
"Amina, I don't even feel like punishing yo ass, but you really testing me." He whispered in my ear and began to kiss down my neck.
"Now you go tell me why you smelt like another nigga?" He said in a low, sexy voice and I got wet.
"Mmm, mmm." I moaned out as I closed my eyes.
"You not?" He asked and pulled his shirt over his head.
"No," I told him and he threw my towel across the room.
He slowly eased his self into me and I could feel him in my stomach. He began to fuck me hard and I began to moan and scratch his back. He moved my hands and pinned them to bed and it drove me crazy.
"Why the fuck you were talking to other niggas?" He told me in between strokes.
"Ah! I don't k-know." I cried out because he knew what he was doing to me.
"Oh really?" He said as he stroked slow and deep and I ached to touch him.
"Oh my god! I was just mad at you." I cried out wanting him to go faster.
"You go do it again?" He asked as he went real slow, teasing me.
"No!" I screamed at him.
"No what?" He asked and stopped.
"No daddy," I said and he began to go fast and rough, how I like it.
"Ah, fuck, I'm finna cum, Daddy!" I told him as I felt my orgasm coming.
"Hold that shit in, Amina." He told me and I tried to but I couldn't.
"I can't!" I told him as my legs shook violently and my walls clenched around him.
I began to gain my breath back and tried to get up but I was instead flipped over.
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Fantasy18-year-old Amina Johnson grew up in the wealthy side of New York. She was homeschooled all her life, she didn't have very many friends, all she had was her grandma. She was naive in every which of way, which could be good and bad. When her mom ge...
