(excuse all mistakes.)
Compton, California 📍
Vadah Avani Parker | Buddha
"You got me fucked up Avani." He stared down into my eyes.
I tried my best not to look intimidated, scrunching up my face giving him the meanest mug I could muster up.
Whole time Fat ma down there thumping and jumping.
"What did I do?" I grabbed a hold of his arm.
"You know the last time I heard from you?" He backed me into the wall. "Hm?"
"I—" I cut myself off because his grip on my neck started to get tighter and at this point I think this nigga was tryna kill me foreal. "Kami—"
He cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine making me instantly kiss him back.
I was trapped between him and the wall as we kissed passionately.
We were making a lot of noise and I was in a trance until I realized my father might've be home.
"Kamiri." My words came out as a mumble against his lips.
He ignored me, parting my legs with one of his own and slid his right hand down the curves of my body.
He began to rub me through my shorts and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.
Initially, I wasn't gonna tell him to stop him but the thought of getting caught ran through my mind and I grabbed his hand. "Kamiri we can't."
"Why baby?" He kissed my neck and massaged my clit gently.
"My dad's up there." I moaned softly as he continued anyways.
In the back of my mind, I just had a feeling Kamiri didn't give a fuck about getting caught by my father.
that's why he don't like his ass now.
Suddenly, he plunged two fingers into my wetness making my mouth drop and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Fuck." I spread my legs a little wider giving him more access.
He looked me in my eyes the whole time with a look of determination on his face.
Suddenly, he sped up the pace of his fingers all while twisting them upwards, hitting my spot.
So I see this bitch was tryna get us caught.
I bit my lip trying to contain my moans and that caused him to take his free hand, and pull my embedded lip from in between my teeth.
"Let me hear you Peanut."
"Mm." I shook my head. I should be ashamed of my fucking self. Running from fingers? Like sis do the fuck better.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and that's when I realized I had left the kitchen light on.
Nothing was said as the steps got closer, just the same as my orgasm.
"Kamiri." I spoke firmly, getting a good hold on his wrist. "Stop."
"No." He smirked childishly. "You boutta nut ain't it baby?"
