You fucking with niggas that's insecure,
Watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me til you're sure
I ain't beggin just trying to relocate between ya legs
Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now
You straight beggin to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh.......
"Tell me AJ. Do you trust me? Its a simple question?" AJ had never seen Pac this mad at her.
"Its kinda hard to trust you when all your people are coming in here saying--"
"Fuck that AJ. I didn't ask about them. I asked if YOU trust me." Pac stood over her while he had her backed against the wall.
"Of course I trust you but--" He cut her off by pressing his mouth against hers.
"Shut up. No buts. All I need to know is you got faith in me." He picked AJ up and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he pressed her back against the wall.
She moaned against his mouth and he let out a low growling sound deep in his throat. He worked her shirt up around her neck and broke the kiss only so he could take it all the way off and sling it across the trailer.
He carried her over to the couch and sat her down while he took off his own shirt. AJ couldn't help staring. Her baby was cut. She reached out and ran a hand down his rock hard stomach.
Pac half smiled at her then grabbed her hand off his stomach and kissed it. He pushed AJ back so she was laying down on thr couch. He then grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them over her head.
He started kissing her slowly. On her forehead, her ear, her jaw, her nose, her chin, then softly on her lips. He stared at her with those big brown eyes and she could just feel herself getting lost in them. Those eyes held so much pain, so much joy, so much hope, so much pride.
Pac tore his gaze away from hers and went back to kissing. He kissed the tops of her breasts then trailed kisses down her stomach to her navel. AJ closed her eyes when he started kissing at the waistband of her jogging pants. When all of a sudden....
He just stopped. Tupac stood up and started grinning at the shocked look on her face.
"See I'm not a dog ass nigga. I can stop myself. I could've made love to you, and notice I said made love not fucked because you special, I could've made love to you right here right now and you wouldn't have thought nothing about it. But I stopped myself so I can show you what it look like when a nigga with you for your heart and not just some punani."
He smiled like he was proud of himself and leaned back on the couch, winking at AJ.
AJ sat up incredulous. 'Damn this boy is full of surprises.' She crawled onto his lap and laid her head against his chest. He was warm and she could clearly hear his heart beating.
Pac started rubbing her back. "See Mama. I know how to be a good man."
"I hear your heart beating."
"It only beat for you girl. If it takes me the rest of my life to make you believe that I will but I swear that's real."
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Thug Life... Or Nahh?
Teen Fiction18 year old Anisa Jhane aka AJ loves Tupac. All that dumb ass new rap, she hates; only a few new artists get her respect. AJ wishes all the time that she was born a little bit earlier so she could just meet Tupac. One night, AJ falls asleep listenin...
