𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅*𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐭𝐞𝐧: 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

"Tell me, Danielle, are you going to beg for it?" He asked.

Was I?

Hell No!

A horny baboon, that's what he took me for. Having someone other than yourself give you pleasure is the greatest feeling ever, but I'll be damned if I beg a guy to get me off. I could hit myself with a two-finger razzle-dazzle and hand combo and get the same outcome.

I keep explaining to Matteo that I'm not like these other girls, but it seems like he's not listening.

Leaning off the bed, I wrapped my arm around Matteo's neck and brought him closer to me. He had his signature smug look on his face and I couldn't wait to wipe it off.

"What's the magic words?" He said brushing his lips against mines.

I placed my hand in his pants and began to stroke his clothed dick. He let out a moan as I kissed the corner of his lips to his earlobe. His breathing became shallow and ragged and his head fell onto my shoulder. He was falling for it, and I couldn't be any happier.

"You see Matteo, you want me to beg but the difference between me and you is that I have self-control— you don't. Now have fun trying to figure out your little problem." I whispered before I pushed him away from me.

If looks could kill I probably wouldn't be six feet under. No, instead my body parts would be scattered all over Detroit, let's thank God that it can't though because I'm way too cute for that.

"You're trying time play a game Matteo, but no matter how hard you try you'll never win. I keep telling you, I'm no ordinary bitch." I said applying some lip gloss to my lips before walking away.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍