Quick rant to get this off my chest. Chris unfollowed me or whatever...idk what he was thinking but he went on a spree. But let's see. He follows 0 ppl now like Beyoncé lmao. I'm not mad or sad. It's just a follow at the end of the day. But also one of my biggest accomplishments being this young and shit...anyways enjoy.
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Saint Smith
Wednesday
The sound of Cassie's alarm clock repeatedly ringing surprisingly woke me up before her. I turned it off for her but she'd still been asleep. Her back faced me and she was curled up into a little shrimp.I sat up, hovering over her. Leaning in, I kissed her on her neck to wake her up. Then I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
"Saaaaaint." She moaned, dragging my name out.
"Yeah." I chuckled.
"I don't wanna wake up." She whined.
"Well we gotta leave the house for we get to school late and I know how much you don't like that shit." I sighed.
"Just a couple more minutes." She moaned.
"I ain't ya daddy. Do what you want." I laughed, letting go of her.
She turned around to face me.
"You are my daddy." She smiled, biting her lip.
"Oh..." I mumbled, leaning into kiss her lips. "Say it again. Call me daddy."
"No...that was just a preview. I need reason." She shrugged, turning her back towards me again.
Reaching my hand under the covers, I slid it in between her thigh and spread my hand.
"What about now?" I mumbled.
"Nope." She spoke.
"What about now?" I asked, removing my hand from in between her thighs and sliding them under her braless shirt.
"Maybe..." she giggled.
Pulling her closer into me, I squeezed her breasts.
"What are you doing?" She moaned.
"Tryna get you to call me daddy." I laughed, kissing her on the back of her neck.
"Saint stooooop." She whined.
"Nah." I smirked.
"You gone start some, I just know it." She sighed.
I moved my hands from her breasts to her hips, moving her panties to the side.
"Aw shit. Here we go..." she huffed.
"Open em a little." I demanded. She lifted her leg up like I told her to.
Licking my fingers, I rubbed on her clit making her breathing get heavier. She was already wet and I barely had to do anything. Sticking both of my fingers in her, I slowly pumped them in and out of her.
Cassie's heavy breathing turned into very faint moans and then loud ones once I started going faster.
"Who's daddy?" I asked, biting my lip.
"You're daddy..." She moaned.
"Mmhm..." I murmured, reaching deep so I could hit her G-spot.
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Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)
General FictionCassie + Saint = Basketball 🏀? (Yeah...I'm not good at descriptions so just read and find out...😉) also I'm splitting this book into two parts. Y'all gon see why. It's a looooooong book. (COMPLETED)