When a Gangsta Wants You

by Jade Jones

“I'm responsible for what I say. Not for what you understand.”

Whether she knew it or not, her ass belonged to me now.

Master walked inside without invitation and kicked the door closed behind him. “You know what the fuck I came here for,” he said, lifting me off of my feet. Master had the body of a prisoner dedicated to pumping iron, so picking me up was like lifting a feather. He was so big and strong and I loved how he took control of me.

Master’s sex was so good. It was like he was pulling the orgasms out of me, demanding that my body obey him. His dick had me feeling like I was getting the best massage of my life. I’m talking Tempur-Pedic dick. He was pumping the shit out of my little ass.

That shit made a nigga feel like he had a family, a family who wanted me. And since my mom died when I was young, I used bitches to fill that hole in my heart. Nova was the closest thing I found to my mother, and because of that, I knew I could never let her go. I might not have loved her, but she was something special to me and I cherished her.

See not good

“Wait a minute…if you were there all that time, why didn’t you come and check on a nigga? Bitch, I been passed out in that muthafuckin’ motel room for hours!” Shoota complained.

Haha

I chuckled as I continued to do my thing. I didn’t really like giving Sensation oral sex. He fucked around with too many other hoes, and it was obvious from the way his dick smelled half the time.

Ewww. Yet, she still suck him? Yuck!

Master owned the entire building but he only trapped out of one unit. He must’ve figured it’d keep suspicions down, but in my opinion, it was just stupid. If it were me, I’d have the whole damn building cooking up crack.

Ok New Jack City! (roll eyes lol)

“Some people will love you as much as they can use you. Their loyalty ends where the benefits stops,” I told her.