BFF

Fuck them

"Ay, run that back—I need to hear it again."

I was in the studio, laying this track down. All my niggas were there, even Izzy had pulled up. We had a good vibe going—energy high, weed lit, beats flowing.

My phone buzzed.
Tia: Babe, where you at?

I texted back.
Me: I'm at the studio, call me. You back at your room?

I lit my blunt, waiting for her to respond, but she didn't. I shrugged and went back to the booth, zoning in. Sometimes when I rap, I close my eyes just to feel the words deeper.

When I opened them again, Tia's fine ass was standing there, smiling. I licked my lips and waved her in.

"When you get here?" I said, pulling her into a hug and grabbing her ass while lifting her off the ground.

She didn't even answer—just tongue-kissed me like she'd been starved for it.

"I want that shit right now," I murmured.

I sat her down and walked her out the booth. "Ay, y'all give me a minute."

Unlocking the back room—the one only I had a key to—I pulled her inside and locked it.

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

"I missed you too."

"What about them out there?"

"Fuck them."

We started kissing, breathless, hands everywhere. I slid off her pants and her thong, which was already soaked. My dick was throbbing, already out the moment I dropped my sweats.

"I know you usually get that pussy ate," I said, voice low and gritty. "But my dick is throbbing."

"My pussy throbbing," she moaned.

I kissed her as I slid in, slow and deep. It felt like the first time all over again.

"Yo shit soaked."

"And your dick is swole... oh my godddd, mmmphhh..."

"Don't tell me to shh," she warned. "Cause I can't... ahhhhh!"

"I'm not. Do you."

I gave her long strokes, playing with her clit, her voice rising with each thrust.

"Daddy... daddyyyy..."

"Yes baby, yes..."

"I fucking love you."

"I love you too."

I sped up, couldn't hold back. She was shaking, scratching, biting, her whole body twitching. Someone must've turned on music outside to drown us out, but I didn't care. I slowed just enough to kiss her neck and chest, leaving marks as her body clenched around me.

"Baby... fuckkkk..."

She was still flinching as I stroked her slow, hard. She squeezed my dick with that grip she knew would drive me crazy.

"Mmm, stop, Tia."

"No."

I flipped her over—doggy style now—and started pounding. She tried to reach back, but I grabbed her hands and kept going.

Her juices squirted everywhere.

"FUCKKKK—"

"Ahh ahh ahhh, mmmm..."

"You're gonna get pregnant."

"I wanna have yo babies, Dave... fuck! I'm coming again... ahhhhh!"

"I'm coming too..."