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[close] CRUSHIN' ON A RICH THUG 2
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"LaCretia, you got to promise me that you won't tell nobody about what I told you."
"I promise. I always thought that something wasn't right about how close they were. But I never would have suspected an all-out fuck fest. You mean to tell me that you saw your girl Kara, with your own eyes, with her lips on Ameeka's pussy?"
"That's exactly what I am saying," Preacha was at LaCretia's apartment sitting on her brown leather couch, pouring his soul out to her. He had to tell somebody, and she was the next best thing, especially since she could possibly be his baby's mother. He didn't really like her like that, but she had kept some of his secrets to herself in the past, especially the fact that they had been sleeping together. She smiled in Kara's face like she was one of her best friends ever while fucking Preacha's brains out every chance that he gave her.
"So why don't you just kick her ass to the curb and come be with me. I am about to have your baby and I can love you better than she can," LaCretia said, quoting an old Mary J. Blige song.
"But I don't love you, LaCretia. You knew from the beginning that I love her. You and I will never be. I don't like you like that. You are more of a home girl type of chick. Feel me? I can come kick it with you when my ole' lady is giving me problems at home. You already know that. And having my baby ain't gonna change that."
LaCretia's high yellow skin turned ten shades of red. She could not believe that he had just sat on her sofa and told her that he didn't want her. That he didn't have those type of feelings for her. Well, she could recall the muthafucka telling her that he loved her, at least, one time while slamming his dick up against her womb.
Niggas was always so full of shit. That is why she had kicked it with Jabril and she knew good and well that it just might very well be his baby, also. Thank God that, at least, she had it narrowed down to two. She wouldn't know for sure until the baby was born. But whoever she could get to claim the child worked just fine for her. Both of them were pieces of shit.
"Well since it's like that, I need some money from you, Preacha. Why you ask? Because I wasn't just passing out pussy to you for free. If you want to treat me like a hoe, I'm gonna charge you like one. You owe me for back pussy. And I will gladly take it in hundreds. Unless you want me to ask Kara instead?"
Preacha didn't play about that type of shit. He moved so swiftly, pinning her down on her own sofa. "Bitch, I wish you would tell Kara anything! I will kill you, do you hear?" He forced her legs open and began running his hands down her legs. "I'm about to show you right now what I think about bitches like you. I am gonna make you never threaten me again. Do you understand?"
"Fuck you, Preacha, with cho lil' ass dick! That's why yo' girl is fucking a bitch and not you! Put your hands on me and I'm gonna kill you!"
He didn't know what made him do it, but he bent down and kissed her. Hard. On the lips. He took his hands and crawled under her shirt cradling her breasts in his hands. He reached down to the zipper of his jeans, unzipped them and reached in pulling out his rock hard dick. He scooted her blue panties to the side and just went in. He was gonna show her who had a little dick. LaCretia tried to push him off of her, but he just kept right on taking the pussy without her consent. "Look bitch, didn't I tell yo' ass not to play with me, huh? Didn't I tell you...now look what you making me do. I'm taking that pussy from you and ain't a damn thing you can do about it!"
LaCretia tried to get her hands free, but his grip was too tight on her wrists. She couldn't close her legs because Preacha was in between them pumping away. She thought about screaming, but there was no one to hear. Most of her neighbors were at work. After all, it was the middle of the day.
"I hate you, nigga. You's a bitch. And you think you doing something?" Rage had kicked in and she was about to tell him about himself, "You nappy headed dog. You just playin' in the pussy. I don't even feel nothing. And you sweating and shit like you workin' it. Well, I'm telling you to your face, you ain't fucking worth a shit!"
"So why that pussy so hot and wet, bitch? You can lie, but your body can't! You love this dick, bitch. And you know it. I can feel your nipples in my hands and they are hard. Yeah, you turned on. You always liked it a little rough," he whispered this in her ear while he was flipping her over to take her from behind.
"You dog, you. I hate you, Preacha. I hate your little dick ass so much," she said. Her pussy was popping it was so juicy and wet. She was throwing that ass back on him as he watched his dick disappear in and out of her. She still had her panties on, pushed to the side and soaked. Her skirt was raised just enough for him to see ass...and that creaming hot snatch that she had between her legs. He wanted to pull her hair but knew she would get mad about him fucking up her weave, but he was beating her walls down and her talking shit had been replaced by loud moans. He kept slangin' pipe to her until she couldn't take it anymore. She let go all over his dick. She had one of those squirting pussies so everything got wet. The sofa they were fucking on, his dick, nuts and all.
"Put it in your mouth and swallow this nut for me. Open your mouth. I'm about to cum,"
He pulled his cock out of her. As she turned around to face him she held her tongue out and he shot his nut all over it. Then he beat his dick on her tongue making sure she had gotten every single drop. She did. She closed her mouth and swallowed his seed. Then put her lips around the head of his dick to suck him like a hungry baby sucks it's mother's tit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Preacha knew she was down for the count. He collapsed on the couch also, on his behind, dreads sweating running down the side of his face.
"Woman, go get me a rag. I gotta go into the shop today and I don't want to be smelling like fuck. And it's hot and sticky out there, too. Make sure to put a little soap on it please."
LaCretia got up and let her white skirt fall back down over her hips. She readjusted her draws, knowing that she need to clean up, too. She was planning to jump in the shower as soon as he was out the door. He swatted her on the ass as she passed by him headed to the bathroom."

Fuck me and leave to go back home to a woman that is having an affair with our friend, Ameeka, and think that I am not gonna tell her I'm fucking you...