"Ugghh shit, T" She groaned as I pounded into her repeatedly. She pulled on the sheets and growled underneath her breath trying not to loose herself. This chick is crazy, yo I swear. Growling & shit like a damn animal.
I was hitting a thick bad ass darkskin bitch from the back. I pulled out & went back in roughly with every stroke. She made all types of noises & begged me to slow down but I wasn't hearing it. I pulled her hair... the little bit that she has & fucked her harder. Shes always wanted to fuck me, so shes said aaand she's gonna get what shes been asking for. Shes not gonna be able to walk straight for awhile, I promise. I smirked and smashed into her a couple more times. Be careful what you wish for.
By the time she had her 3rd orgasm I stopped & nutted. I went to the bathroom & user a rag to wipe up & made sure I flushed the condom.
I went back into her room & rested my head in on her pillows. She snuggled up beside me hugging onto my arm. I just looked at her through the corner of my eye..
"The fuck is she doing? Trying to cuddle?" I thought. Girl, It don't work like that. It's sad that I don't even remember her name. I laughed to myself. I decided to let her enjoy this little moment.
After she fell asleep I got up & put my clothes on. I grabbed my things, made sure I had everything and left. Bitches come running left & right trying to get with me and all I do is fuck them. I'm not looking for a relationship. I've fucked so many bitches this month I only remember three or four names. Thats how the game goes. I ain't lookin of love. Not anytime soon. I am fucking T. Fuck that love shit, Money is honestly all I need. These hoes ain't Loyal anyways✌.
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"Troy?" I heard my mothers sweet voice whisper as I crept into the house. I looked in her direction & gave her a little smile.
"Hey Momma, how you doin'?" I asked walking to her, kissing her cheek.
"I'm fine now that you're home. I've called you multiple times and you never answered. It's 2 in the fucking morning & you're just getting here. Do you know how worried I was? Black boys like you get shot here and there all the time nowadays... can you at least call me, Baby? Just to let me know that you're safe" She said in a worried tone.
This is the only female I've ever loved & will never stop loving.. on some real shit. I love her with all my heart, She's my queen. I'd do anything for my moms yeo. I hugged her short light-skinned ass and kissed her on her forehead.
"I'm Sorry momma, my phone died. I usually always call when you answer.." I said looking her in her brown eyes.
"Okay baby, I forgive you... I saved some food for you from last nights dinner. You can heat it up, head to your room & wash up, okay?" She said. I'm 17 years old & she still treats me like a lil boy. I smiled to myself.
"I'm not hungry, momma" I shook my head, walking towards the steps. "Thankyou though."
"Okay.. Goodnight, my love. Remember tomorrow morning we need to load the truck. Get some rest" She said.
"Okay, I will. Goodnight.. I love you." I responded then went upstairs.
I completely forgot that we were moving. We're moving to Jersey... why Jersey? What & who the fuck is in Jersey? I sighed and undressed getting ready to take my shower. I smelled like cheap perfume.. My mother isn't crazy. She knew I was with a female.
Let me introduced myself before I go any further.
My name is Troy Maurice King but I prefer you call me T. I'm black... FULLY BLACK. Not half White or half Puerto Rican or some shit. Everyone always assumes that like only because I'm lightskinned with sexy ass pure hazel eyes. Yes, I'm sweatin' myself. I'm Tall, 6'4 exact. I have full pink lips, a curly lil afro {The "Thot Cut" lol} and Tattoos on my chest, arms & back. I have both my ears pierced and if you think that's gay ya little brother is gay so STFU.
I don't have friends, only associates. You can call me whatever but one thing you can't call me is "Broke". I get bitches, I get money, I smoke weed & I mind my own damn business.
I live with my moms & my younger brother Joshua. He's a 5'11, 15 year old Freshman. We have the same mother & father so we look just alike. That's my lil man. I love that nigga. Oh & speaking about my father... he got murdered when I was 7. He was an all time Drug Dealer in Detroit & my mother was his lil shawty. Just ike Bonnie & Clyde. After he got killed my mother moved out the city to keep me and my brother safe. Even though she wasnt selling drugs with my father, she has my fathers riches and even though hes dead and we moved she still worries about me and Joshua getting recognized by his past rivals. Especially when I dont come home & don't tell her shit like where I've been. But... my dad was the best. He'll go down in Drug dealing history. I Love & miss him so much yo... the bond we had was irreplaceable. Even though he was a Thug dealer he was an amazing Father.
But enough of that. Let's get back to me.
I hopped out the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth & then headed back to my room. Once I got there I plugged up my phone, put on my boxers & laid my ass down.
"Damn, I'm tired" I thought to myself. My back was sore as hell. I reached back to massage my self & I flinched from touching a scratch. I shook my head knowing that the scratch was from sex..
I've got a lot of work to do in a couple of hours. I turned off my lamp & took my ass so sleep. Night✌
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