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from the The B. Envelope Fellowship Books group.
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I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes you know? It’s Like a kaleidoscope of memories. It just all comes back, but he never does. Part of me knew that the second I saw him that this would happen, It’s nothing that he really said, or did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved to fast, and burned too bright, but I thought, how could the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I lost my balance, I think the worst part of it all wasn’t loosing him. It was loosing me. I knew I signed my soul to the devil once I fell in love with Trigga.
Now here I was staring at the white powdered lines in front of me. Everyone around me was engrossed in white lines.
“Clean that shit up ma.” Trigga said to me as he pulled my hair out of my face and gave me the pretty glass plate with coke that made me so happy. I looked up at him and smiled.
As soon as I snorted the powdery white substance my euphoria sat in and I sat back.
“Yea ma, that shit nice huh?” he smiled at me and it was so angelic, so peaceful, so serene. I found life in him.
“Yea daddy.” I moaned out as he licked his finger and twirled a little in the coke. I giggled because he was so damn hardcore, so carefree. He tapped my legs open and I looked at him and then at the sea of people that sat in his living room. Trigga owned a 5 bedroom house in ( atl) as I opened my thighs so that he could get a peak of my slippery pussy, he placed his white finger into my wet slit.
“Mmmmmhhhmmmm.” I moaned out loud. The sensation of the drug that was both in my pussy and that took over my body was indescribable. Trigga grabbed my hand as I moaned out and led me to his studio which was a few feet away.
“Get that ass up there.” He moaned as I got lifted up onto the soundboard.
“Daddy I need this dick.” I moaned out, feigning for it. I couldn’t help it and I hated how the word daddy rolled off of my tongue so damn easily. There were times when I hated to call a nigga daddy during sex, but this nigga owned my pussy and my heart.
The day that my dad was a weak ass human being after my mother died and killed himself and that was the day that he stepped up to the plate and became the man for the job and I had never saw a nigga take care of me and my little sister so effortlessly.
“You need it La?”
“Yeaaaaaa.” I moaned as he parted my thighs and dove into my pussy headfirst. See Trigga was so skilled in pussy eating that they shoulda gave this nigga a degree in it. The way that he licked and slurped on my clit as if he made it was remarkable and was another reason why I could never shake him no matter what.
“Open up.” He said as he got back up and I looked down at that thick pipe that brought me pleasure. I cocked open wider even though I knew it would hurt. It always did.
“Ahhhhh.” I screamed as he slammed into me so rough that I felt a jolt in my walls.
“This shit stay creamy for a nigga huh?!” He asked as he grabbed me and bit my bottom lip and I nodded. Hell yea it did, the fuck he thought? He placed kisses on my red skin and it drove me crazy.
“Get that shit off for a nigga, cuz im about to bust.” He moaned in my ear as I looked at his deep chocolate skin and stone grey eyes. His build was impeccable, his muscles were ripped and he was built like Adonis. Shit he was my chocolate Adonis. That’s what I named his dick.
I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I stared into his eyes and he stared into mines as his came inside of me.
“Fuccckkkkk.” He huffed as he leaned his body onto me. I ran my hands over his waves and he kissed my neck where the name “Adonis,” laid. I stared at him for a moment thinking how life would be if he wasn’t a dope boy and I was a good girl like I used to be. I don’t think it would have worked out for us. He looked at me and winked and I laughed.
“Get the fuck off me daddy.”
“Ok,” he chuckled and then grabbed my neck. His hold was damn tight I didn’t know what the fuck was his issue.
“Don’t ever show my pussy like that in a room filled with niggas again. You fucking hear me?” I nodded and he let me go.
“You about to leave?” he asked me as I regained my breaths.
“Yes.”
“Ok tell Liyah I gave her that stack for that work being done,” he told me as he threw 5 rubber bands in my hand.
“Thank you daddy.” I said as I kissed him on the cheek and he nodded and swagged out of the room. As crazy as it seemed I wanted to fuck after he left out of the studio. I heard the nigga telling everyone to get the fuck out and I just shook my head. I looked down at my watch and knew that I was late getting home to my little sister. She was probably worried sick but she knew I would be home soon.
I grabbed my shorts from off of the floor and looked into the mirror that I begged Trigga to place into the studio just for m, when we had our crazy sex sessions. I smiled at my reflection, I was so regular but I loved my lips and my eyes. Those were the best parts of my beautiful caramel skin and my man loved it.
On my way….
I texted my baby sister and walked out the door I saw all of Triggas friends staggering out of the house and I shook my head.
“This nigga is so reckless,” I said to no one in particular as I jumped into his candy green Camaro. Just as I was purring the hoe up I saw him step out of the house in his Sweats and a beater.
I rolled down the window as he walked up to the car.
“Change of plans, I gotta make a run so I’m a drop you off and hop out we driving the coupe.” He ordered as he threw me the keys and ran into the house. I rolled my eyes as I turned the engine off and walked to the other car. I was already late and I knew he would have me waiting forever. I looked into my purse as I found my baggie and smiled. I was going to get high and chill while this nigga made me wait.