Deal With it

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Even though I'm so called cheating on Ko, I don't feel bad about it. She took me back the first time and she'll take me back again. And as for why I'm doing it... because I can. I made it to Shantel lil house and walked in.

"Damn nigga, why you ain't knock or something? I could have been butt ass naked or shot yo ass." She said serious as fuck. I look at her like she stupid.

" Girl shut the fuck up and come here," i said biting my lip and pulling her closer to me, " You need to go to the bed , clothes off, lights down, head down , and ass up." I saw her get aroused by what i was saying. I let her go with a little force. She bit her lips and walked to the room seductively. I follow behind her and watches as she strips. I watch her chocolate smooth skin shine effortlessly. The stretch marks on her thighs aroused me more, along with the tattoo of my initials behind her left ear.

The way her natural hair curls up around the edges of her head amazes me. I watch in awe as she look at me with her light brown eyes. She crawls on her bed slowly, putting an arch in her back. I watch as she smoothly stretches her arms out , as if she were reaching for the bed rails. She gives me the look motioning me to slide. I eased my way to her and slid in slowly. Tight as she was , she never flinched an inch. I look at her face as i continuously penetrate slowly, going deeper with each stroke.

"Fuck," I let out. It's not the first time we've fucked, but it's like i feel it more and more each time. She began to throw it back. I sped up to her tempo. I lean down and grabbed her neck. I see her bite her lip and her eyes roll. She starts shaking as I pounded harder.

"I'm cu-," she started saying. "Hold that shit." I said as i was pounding harder. I feel her trying to crawl away. I slapped her right cheek, " Fuck is you going?" I hear her start to whimper. "I can't hold it no more!" I wrap my hands around her waist and place my thumbs in her back dimples and slow pound her one last time. As i was going back in she collapsed.

I smirk and get up. I walk to go get her a warm towel. While i was there i ran her shower. I walk back and give her the towel. She takes it, "Thanks baby, where you headed?" She asked as she wiped herself up. She got up and wiped me off too. "I'm finna go check some shit out right quick. Why , what's up?" She shook her head saying nothing and got up to go get her some clothes to put on.

" I just wanted you to roll my shit while i shower," She said looking at me over her shoulder . " If you really got to go though, be safe and call me when you settled." She finished and got in the shower. I placed a stack and a sack on her night stand and dipped. I looked as i past the spot and saw nothing. I pulled in the house and walked in, my mind was actually heavy at this moment. Don't ask why , because I don't know. As soon as i sat down my new phone began ringing. I look at it, call labeled unknown. I answered and didn't say nothing.

" Um, hello?" I knew that voice from somewhere. I couldn't put a finger on it though. " Hel-the-fucklo!?" Jadyn.

" Yo... Jadyn?" I ask sitting up. He laughed, " In the flesh , how you doing?"

Man hell na, I haven't spoken to my brother in forever man. " Where the fuck you at man? I ain't seen nor heard from you in years."
"I'm back in town for a moment. I went by momma house but um... what the hell happen there and where she at?"

" I'll tell you...come to my house." I gave the address and he said okay and hung up.

I sat on the couch and waited on him for what seemed to be forever . He called soon as i dosed off. I didn't answer i just opened the door. There he was in an all white Benz. I mean , I ain't surprised or nothing , but where the fuck this nigga been to make the type of money to get a big body? "Aye lil nigga, where the fuck you been and what the fuck you been doing to get a big body?" He laughed a little and waved me off," Man , when you use what you got to get what you want , then thats how you live." I highkey got alarmed when he said what he just said. Was this nigga a prostitute? What the hell was he even talking about? I see that he sensed what i was thinking in my head. "Nigga calm your ass down," he said with a laugh, "ain't nobody selling dick or stripping. I do make-up , hair and i am a fashion designer. I can fuck up some acrylics too." i sighed in relief.

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