Pretty Faces Trained to Kill

8 | Ass Is Mine

Gettin' money, whole lot of money. They got their own, ain't want nothin' from me. Niggas wanna see 'em, bitches wanna be 'em! Ay, get your drink up, bad bitches gon' link up! - Trey Songz

A black and white affair? The girls weren't having that. They never tried to blend in with the crowd, even when they were sent on killing sprees. They weren't the type to blend in and even if they tried, it didn't work. Twins never seemed to go unnoticed, especially twin females with bodies tighter than Nicki Minaj. 

The party would bring a lot of shade throwing their way, but they were never fazed. They'd been dealing with the hate from day one. Even in elementary school, during parent's show and tell, they overheard mother's telling their children they were prettier than them. Pathetic.

Walking into the party, all eyes landed on them. Just like Cory knew, Yoellie would walk in dressed in something completely out of dress code. That's what he loved about her. When they were fourteen, she was the same way. They went through a lot of shit within the two years they were together and after their split, they saw each other a few times a year. They'd both moved on for the most part, but they never hesitated pleasing each other.

Cory walked up to their little clique and pulled Yoellie into a hug. He held her tight then stepped back and turned her around. She wore a no-brand crop-top that had the design of the galaxy in various shades of blue, pink, and purple. She paired it with black, straight-leg Levi's and pink and purple snakeskin, Gucci wedges. He shook his head smiling. She rocked whatever it was.

"These niggas better not sweat you tonight. This ass is mine." He led her away from the group and walked around making appearances.

She was happy to be in his presence, and she could tell that he was happy to be with her. He kept her close, and checked anyone who did too much looking. He even made the gesture to put claims to her and call her his girl. She rolled her eyes, watching how some of his homeboys eyed her. She knew she was the type to make a man want to risk it all.

"Stop introducing me as your girlfriend. What's wrong with y'all niggas thinking I belong to y'all?" She laughed at him, as she sat on his bed. He was playing with her because she was receiving mugs from all over.

"Y'all niggas? So, some other nigga trying to claim pussy that belongs to me?" He cocked his head to the side and locked the door. He leaned against his dresser.

"Belonged; past-tense." She crossed her arms under her breasts.

"So, are y'all like serious?" He asked. He was curious as to what she had going on with her heart.

"No. Believe it or not, at twenty-one, you were my first and only boyfriend. I just can't seem to stay interested in anyone. After what we went through, I don't try to get close to anyone on that level." She looked at him.

He walked over to her and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. His kisses were different from Kendall's. She knew her and Cory would never be anything again, but it was still that 'first love' feeling between them. With Kendall, it was just sexual and exciting.

He stood her up and they stripped each other out of their clothes. He picked her up and threw her back on the bed. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on. He spread her legs wide and took in the view. Plies', Ms. Pretty Pussy lyrics ran through his head. He smiled at her. Nothing changed about her. Even when they were younger, he would kiss her and slip his fingers in her panties and could feel the wetness. Once they became sexually active, he lost himself in her wetness. As a little boy getting his dick wet, he thought he'd never feel anything as good as that. He didn't. Nothing compared to her.

"I've missed her." He smiled, just before capturing her clit between his lips. She squirmed, but he kept his grip on her legs tight. He smiled, still sucking on her clit as he remembered the endless times he damn near had to tie her down back then. She was too sensitive and ticklish. She used to laugh orgasms out. He loved that about her.

"Cory...please," she begged for him to be inside her. He didn't waste any more time. His manhood was throbbing to be inside her. He placed kisses all over her body then slid himself inside of her. She gasped and immediately went to pushing him out.

"Ashae, stop!" He growled at her. Only Cory could call her by her middle name and make her want to explode. She tried to take him as best she could. She should've been able to do so after fucking with Kendall. She was completely proving the man made theory, that 'thick girls can't take dick', true. After thirty minutes, she was ready to tap out.

She came hard and he followed. He collapsed on her and she wrapped one arm around him. They lay there for a minute. They didn't have too much longer to be up here. The party literally started an hour ago and they needed to get back downstairs.

"You know; things would've been so much different if our baby girl would've survived," he said.

"I know," she replied. Tears formed in her eyes.

"I wanted her so bad. Mainly, because that was our little creation and then, you wouldn't have been away as much. We could've been a family," he said, holding onto her tight.

"Cory, don't do this." She fought the tears.

"It's always on my mind. If Raven wasn't Lil Cory's mom, I would've killed that bitch."

"Well, you better get prepared to be an only parent, because that bitch still has it coming and nothing will stop me from killing her," Yoellie spoke, with venom.

"Come on, Ashae."

"I'm serious," she said, before pushing him to get up. He rolled off of her and the bed and helped her out. She went into his bathroom and cleaned herself up. She fixed her makeup and hair and put her clothes back on. He was ready to go when she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Sometimes, I hate I know what you do for a living." He looked at her before she walked out of the room. "Only good thing about it, is that I'm on your good side."

"For now." She laughed, and they headed back to the party.