He stops talking at the sight of me and looks me up and down, leaning against my door frame. "Damn ma you look sexy as hell." I look myself in the mirror, tracing my curves in the dress. "Thank you, Dion." "You still ain't tell me where you're going though." "I'm going on a date." I say picking up my bag and turning...
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" He rips my lace underwear off and slides his nike grey shorts off. "I ha- uhhh" he slams his dick into me and I moan throwing my head back. He slams into me slowly but hard with each stroke like he hates me just like I hate him. "Fuckk Bambi" he groans in my ear. I grip his back a...
*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able to keep his head down and stay out the way quietly building his empire...
'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙, 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 , 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ?
"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."
