Product Of The Street: Union City 3 (Product of the Street: Union City #3)

by E. Bowser

It would have been better if her leg tightened around my neck, squeezing tight enough to make it harder to catch my next breath.

But if you need to know, Mi Amor, I haven’t fucked you because when I do, that shit won’t be soft. It will be hard, rough, aggressive, and probably a little violent,” I taunted.

No matter how many times I told him that I felt fine and I wasn’t in pain, he ignored me and then proceeded to make me cum, anyway. Since I now identified as a mango, I honestly had no problem with it.

There shouldn’t be anyone walking around with an elephant trunk for a dick with the width of a water bottle.

“I already told you the way you will sign the papers. When you sign, my dick will be so deep inside of you, you might as well use it as a pen,” I whispered.

We aren’t a part of U.C.K., we are fucking U.C.K.!

Every single one of them was crazy as fuck. I wasn’t talking that fake crazy but completely unhinged.

“I need you to listen to me, Mi Amor, or you will have more niggas at your feet if you don’t. Don’t be like Dea with a trail of dead bodies of niggas who thought she was theirs. It’s like I have this need to take my knife and write ‘my possession’ right here,” Faxx grunted,

Crescent, he’s a psycho. He told you that he was insane just practicing being normal. Jesus Jerome Christ, his ass wasn’t lying, but I knew that since the beginning. It’s not like I didn’t have a clue when he had a nigga buried with his head sticking out like wack-a-mole. Was I crazy too? The thought of him writing it on me, for everyone to see, had my ass pushing back against his dick. He bent to my ear and licked the shell before he pressed his lips to it.

“Get on the bed Crescent. By the time you fall asleep you’ll wake up a Wellington,” he said, letting me go. This boy had lost it. Ain’t no way, but before I could let that thought take root, he slapped me on the ass.

“Naw, Mi Amor, open your legs. Let me see that pussy. I let you have it earlier while you watched another nigga eat a peach, when I thought you liked Mangoes,” he smirked.

Faxx slapped my clit as he traced the words ‘my possession’ across my chest.

“Mi Amor, every moment spent with you is an affirmation that we are meant to navigate this life together. I told you that I possessed you, but it’s you that owns me, and everything that I have. My obsession for you goes far beyond what you realize but you will understand.”