𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡||𝐌𝐲𝐚
I woke up to bullshit.
"Who the fuck is Zach, Mariah?" He yelled in my face.
First of all, his breath ain' stank. Second... I wanna go fucking home now.
"I- I don't know a zach, Roddy!!!!" I yell back.
I just knew my breath was smelling like a pimp's ass crack.
"Mariah Caldwell..." He said calmly.
Yes that's my government, and?
"Who the fuck is he?" He forcefully grabbed my neck, choking me roughly.
I smirked moaning lowly, "Some old nigga! DAMMMNN!"
He grinned hardly moving his hand down to touch my waterworks. Slowly, he rubbed up and down making me moan.
"You like that huh? Tell me how you want me to eat it baybeh'" he smirked.
I said nothing, he nodded.
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"I-I-IMMM SOWRRYYYYYYY!!" I moan uncontrollably.
"No your not." he continued to slurp up my insides.
"P-Pleaseeeee!!!" I attempt to push his head while moving my hands.
He lifted up grabbing my phone, putting in his fingerprint.
How in thee hell-
I heard the face time beeps making me confuse, but when i heard the voice on the other line my heart speed calculation dropped.
"Mariah?" I heard that white ass voice.
Zach is a white nigga. Meaning he has a white voice, but that tongue work reminds me of a black nigga.
At this moment, I wanted to cry.
"I want you to moan my name while WE on the phone with white boy, ok?" I nod.
I wasn't gon' do shit. Bitch gon try to pimp a pimp, how that work?
He's still gon' be hoe #26, it doesn't switch shit...
Roddy places the phone done getting back to work. I keep quiet, hell.
That's when this nigga deeps in! Baby, I couldn't contain the shit.
Zach was staring at the phone disappointed, sorry babes.
He gon' still eat my pussy after though!
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"Where does Za'mere live?" Roddy asks.
I sit quietly on the other side of the couch as he went through my phone like he owned the shit.
"Oh, so I'm one of ya' lil' ass hoes? Aigh'." He nods.
"Hoe number eighty-nine wants to know if you going to his football game tonight." He looks over to me.
"Tell him 'yes'." I reply.
"You're not though..." He thought.
"Uhm, Yes." I say confidently.
"No"
"Yes"
"Yes." He says smiling.
"I thought so." I mugged.
"Wow, there's more after Hoe ninety-seven. Damn.." He shakes his head.
Welp, shouldn't of went through my shit, hell?
He got up throwing my phone at the wall.
"Why are you mad, sis?" I laugh.
He walked over, smacking me right on my cheek.
I laughed hard as hell! Nigga thought he was doing something.
I jumped off the couch onto his back choking him out.
He did a death drop making me fall back along with him. That gave me the advantage to get on top of him.
I was beating his ass until he flipped around... Nigga was rocking my shit and I ain't have shit to say.
I gripped and pulled his hair hard while kicking his face. That was until the anger man pulled out a gun placing it to my temple staring me in my eyes.
Then he kissed me.
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"Girl, your back already?" She stood shocked.
" Brina..., he had the fucking audacity!!!" I shake my head.
I won. I don't care, I don't care.
"GURLAAA!" she laughed.
"I am tired and hoeless.." I sigh.
"Sis, Come to the mall with me tommorow." She smirks.
My gut was telling me no, but then yes.
Fuck can roddy do?
"Issa move!" I smile.
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HAYYY PUS HOES>
Fuck is yall doin?
Dababy or Roddy? (Who finer)
Mine: Srry hubby, but Jonathan Finey ass.
