"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Selling my virginity is crazy..... Iwel this book makes me cringe now ngl 😭 But I'm gladddd y'all love it!

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ɪ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴍ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

Ayanna have been hurt her whole life, her momma kicked her out on the streets and a daddy that walked out on her at such a young age. Follow Ayanna through the city of New York where she try to overcome a lot of barriers in her life while the drama that unfolds with it. Book 1 All CopyRights Reserved. I do not proofread!!

Malaysia Scott 17, A shy girl growing up in New Orleans that was the totally opposite, with a mother who didn't care about her well being to a father who was locked up. Malaysia had to find her way out the hood will her goal change when she meets the drug lord Rakeem Hall? Rakeem Hall 21, Was feared by all no one in their right mind would ever cross him, Rakeem had the lifestyle everyone craved for the money, the fancy cars, the extravagant trips, the exotic ladies he could possibly ask for. That is till he run into a young Malaysia who catches his eye. Will Rakeem get the girl he wants or will temptation beat him to it?

"𝙻-𝙾-𝚅-𝙴, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

I was a boy when I met her and loving her taught me how to be a man. ** This book features MATURE THEMES including violence, strong language, sexual content and potentially-triggering fictional scenarios. Please read at your own discretion. ** BOOK TWO OF THE STAY DOWN SERIES ON @RE2RAW