They Don't Know (Thug Love Story)

Don't Fuck With Me Brittany

Continued.....

Saturday

May 27

Carter P.O.V

"B stop fucking moving on my lap." I said as she rocked in my lap.

"What am I doing?"

"You know I got on these thin ass night pants on and you want to play."

"I could feel you poking me." She sat up and straddled me. "You know," she starts to move on my dick and I groan. "I need you inside me."

"Oh really?" I said unsure. "Don't fuck with me Brittany."

"Really." She says as she grind on my erected dick. I slide my hands onto her shorts and started rubbing her slit. I was about to slide a finger into her we got interrupted. FUCK.

"Mommy." Jr said knocking on the door. She got off my lap and went to the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanna go to Nana house."

"Which one?"

"Wait." He ran off and Brittany looked at me. "Malik, which one?"

"Grandma Meka." Malik said. Jr came back to the door and smiled at Brittany.

"Nana Meka."

"Did you talk to Nana so you could go over there?"

"Yes."

"Alright go put on you shoes."

Jr ran away and yelled. "Lik mommy said yes!"

"You riding." Brittany asked putting on some sweats.

"Yeah, hold on." I closed my eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to make this go down." I said looking at my Johnson standing at attention.

"Okay."

I closed my eyes and thought about the time I caught my momma having sex with Robert. I instantly went down.

"What were you thinking about?" Brittany asked. "'Cause you was making some ugly ass faces."

"Nothing important." I said standing up. "Let's go."

We walked downstairs and Malik and Jr was waiting by the door. Brittany grabbed her keys and we walked outside.

"You driving." She threw her keys at me and I caught them. Demanding ass. We got in the car and I hooked my phone up to the radio and played Idfwu by Big Sean.

"You lil dumb ass bitch." I heard Jr say.

I looked at Brittany and she was shaking her head. I started laughing and she changed the song to All good by Migos and started rapping.

Baby keep on calling my phone
Wanna know when I'm a come home
She telling me that I be fucking bitches
And I told her that she trippin'
Cause you must be high off shrooms
Want to investigate me when I come in the room
Talking bout where you been at
And why you ain't pick up your phone?
I've been on the road stacking money
Talking bout I treat her Macaulay Culkin
Cause she stay at home alone
But it's all good though

When that song went off Multiply by A$AP Rocky.

'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh