Money Make Me Cum (Completed)

Rodney

  Shit was starting to finally go as planned, I knew Jazmyn was probably running low on money. Especially with the lifestyle she live, kitty told me about the fight and that she hasn't been working at the club. Serves her right for not staying down with a nigga. I tried to tell her to leave that shit alone. Of course she was hard headed as fuck, oh well. I'm not gonna lie I do miss her. Her cooking, the way she kept the house clean, didn't have to worry about trying to wash my own damn clothes.

Kitty ass don't do shit for real, barely can cook. Don't clean or so laundry, everytime I tell her to she always talking that shit about getting a maid. It's even worse now that she claiming to be pregnant with my seed. Shit, I don't even think its mine for real. I know who baby is mine though. That's a moment for a different occasion though.

 Hopping out the shower I couldn't wait to go out and turn up with my niggas. I was going to see what T had going on, but that nigga been acting real paranoid since that meeting we had. Speaking of, I had something for Big L ass for that punk sucker punch he landed.

“Baby, what time we leaving? I still need to shower and change”

“I don't know what the fuck time you leaving. I really don't give a fuck either”

“Damn, that's how you feel? Yo ass wasn't saying that about hour ago. Oh that's right it's because you busy with your face in my ass”

Slamming the bathroom door, shorty was really talking that hot shit. She thought just beautiful she pregnant I couldn't touch her. She thought wrong. After pulling up my boxers, and my black true religion jeans. I grabbed a belt out the drawer and wrapped the buckle around fist. Walking in the bathroom she was singing her little heart not knowing what was about to happen. Snatching the shower door, I gave her a ass whooping her mama should have given her.

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“What the fuck I tell you about spitting that hot shit to me? Huh?”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!, Rodney stoop”

“Nah, you wanna talk that shit. Talk that shit now”

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“Oweeee I'm Sorryyyyy!!!! Please Stop!!!!!”

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“I told you about coming at like you lost yo mutha fucking mind”

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“Ok, ok, please stop”

Seeing her curled up in the shower, I didn't feel sorry her. Be the first one to stand there and talk shit, but ain't gone do shit about it. Looking at all the welts on her body, maybe she will think hard about running her dick suckers. Leaving out the bathroom I continued to get dressed.

After making sure I was ready to go out and shit on these lame niggas. She finally brought her ass out the bathroom.

“Aye, don't be dripping water everywhere”

“I'm dry”

“Great, and since you ain't going nowhere. Clean up the damn house and shit. Hell, if I had known you don't like to clean up. I would have stayed with Jazz. At least she kept the house clean”