Don't Mess With My Man

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 :

Keely moaned as Money took him to the back of her throat again for what had to be the 10th time in less than 5 minutes.

" baby I'm bout to bust .. uhhh fuck ", he moaned as he gripped her hair. She was now humming and slurping on his balls like she was apart of the dick sucking olympics.

" Cum in my mouth Daddy ", Money moaned as she slapped his hardened erection against her thick lips. " I want you to cum all down my throat please ", she continued as she slurped on the tip and accepted his sweet thick cream into her awaiting mouth .

" Damn baby you a beast with it ", Keely groaned out , eyes heavy from satisfaction. Who would've knew that her ass could be so nasty . " you ready to go get that Chanel bag you wanted ? Shit , you could have my wallet just as long as you never go nowhere ". He promised.

Money chuckled as she rose to her feet & popped a stick of gum in her mouth. Shewas fully dressed for the day and had some errands to run because Christmas had came faster than anybody could remember.

" Im heading out Kee , Lock the door ". Money called over her shoulder as she exited the house.

" Damn .. that girl is magnificent ". Keely laid his head on the back of the couch.

*Bringgggg Bringggg* keelys phone sounded.

" Talk to me ", he answered without looking at caller ID.

" Hey , where you at "? Qwaney questioned sweetly.

" I'm outta pocket right now , wassup "?

" well Christmas is in a couple days .. & you ain't drop off no money yet ".

" Hold on , holidays ain't my responsibility. I'm looking out for you on GP .. nothing more. I financed you going out and shit on more than one occasion .. it ain't happening nomore. You ain't my bitch ".

" Okay nigga but I housed your shit in my crib plenty of nights and I could've went to jail if they raided it ".

" and you don't think I looked out enough to makeup for that "?

" Nigga you still got shit in my house right now ! You don't want me to start naming the shit you got here on this phone Keely ".

" Wow .. so this who you really is. You trynna blackmail me for a weekly stipend instead of getting a job "? Keely chuckled.

" Imma do whatever I gotta do to make sure I eat ! Just like you made sure to do whatever you wanted to do to make you happy .. it was fuck me".

" come on qwaney .. it was never fuck you. Why you keep trynna run with that narrative ? I looked out for you , you just getting greedy thinking I owe you. I never made what we was doing strictly more than what it was. I never led you on or kept fucking with you knowing I ain't wanna be with you like I know you would've let me. But that ain't me. Imma keep giving you some ends cause I know you ain't got no experience to get no job but you threaten me again and that'll be the last time you able to do that shit . We understood ?"

" yeah we understood. When you bringing the money "? She questioned .

" when I get good and damn ready to " , & with that he dubbed the call before tossing it onto the other side of the couch.

Glancing at his watch , it was going on 1:30 in the afternoon and he was due to meet up with Lupe to give him his portion of the profit & evenly split his squads portion in about another hour or so.

Dressed already in a black Lacoste sweatsuit , he opted out of changing , grabbed his car keys , his duffel bag and phone and was on his way.