Rapper Erik

Chapter One

"D-D-DADDDDYYYYYYYYY"

"Shut the fuck up, Bitch."

The phone rattled and smacked against whatever surface it was perched on.

"OH MY GOD-"

"Didn't I tell you to shut the FUCK-UP?" His large hand reached around to cover the chicks mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut as tears dragged down her cheeks, running her makeup. Her body bounce from crying while his mouth was pressed to her ear, his words coming out harsh and menacing.

"You're too fucking loud. You beg for this dick, you listen to me when I tell you to close your goddamn mouth, HEAR ME?" He cracked her ass like a whip with his large hand, "Getting on my fucking nerves," He thrust forward while mushing her head down further into the bed of his tour bus. From what it looked like, it was a bunk bed. You could only see His toned arms, lower abs, and legs while he fucked her. The girl getting all that demon dick was arched over with her dress up and around her waist.

E-rratic Leader

Trill Erik

Grizzly

KING KILLMONGER

KILL-OCHO

Her favorite Bay Area rapper. The man she watched all over social media and whenever he was on tour in her city, Detroit. The rapper who came out with her favorite album of his, SAUCIN ERIK TRILOGY. She has that album on repeat everyday. The rapper responsible for the hashtag on Twitter and Instagram #ThirstErikkk. Every bitch wanted and needed that man in their lives. It was because of this very video that leaked all over the internet. You wouldn't miss it even if it was reported or taken down. All the chicks had a copy. It wasn't just this video, he had nudes of him showing off his dick too.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! Her cheeks were bouncing off E-rratic's pelvis.

Y/N scrambled while in the bathroom of her place of employment to turn down the volume. A co-worker walked in without warning and Y/N didn't have time to prepare herself. She paused with her hand up her skirt, three fingers still knuckle deep in that pussy and all her cream drizzling down the crack of her ass.

"Y/N? Girl?"

"Yeah?" Y/N wanted to remove her fingers from her pussy but if she did, Her coworker may hear it loud and clear.

"Are you okay? You've been in here for like thirty minutes. We were going to grab some food for lunch are you coming?"

Go with her coworkers to eat from a food truck or stay behind to play with this pussy to E-rratic? The decision was unanimous.

"Nah, babe, I'm gonna go out a little later I have work to catch up on."

"You sure? That House of Wraps food truck you like so much will be out today and you know they don't stay long."

"I'll just catch them on Friday," Y/N rolled her eyes into her head. If this bitch didn't leave her horny high will be at an all time low.

"Okay...you're loss. Next time, alright!"

So what, Becky, now take your ass on I'm tryna bust a nut, bitch, Y/N thought.

"Okay!" Y/N replied with a faux nice voice.

Waiting, Y/N finally heard the bathroom door clicked shut. Her fingers began moving while her other hand started the screen recorded video again. She turned up the volume enough for her to hear because all that ass clapping sounded like someone was getting slapped repeatedly across their face.