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Capone grabbed a handful of his dick and looked down into my eyes. “This shit belongs to Erin. If you can’t respect that shit then you need to go ahead, Ella. I ain’t never been the type of man that dip in two at the same time. I gave you the same respect when we were together. I didn’t fuck other bitches and I let them know this belonged to you. You don’t have to like Erin, but you gonna respect her and this fucking relationship,” he roared.
Welcome home, Gorgeous. Be ready to get that back cracked every night. Love, Capone.
“You know you getting some tonight, right?” He smirked, slapping my ass in the process. “You read the card. I already knew it was going down.”
Erin’s ass was adamant on calling me damn Winston. Typical Caribbean parents with the jacked middle names. I guess I should be grateful because Cappadonna’s middle name was Leroy.
“Winnie, I'm trying to focus.” I leaned up. “Oh, fuck no, Erin. You not about to run around calling me no damn Winnie.”
“Bitch got better luck getting Ronald McDonald to try a fucking Whopper.”
My body was frozen as he reached his hand around the glass and stroked my cheek. “Tell him it was way too easy for me to touch what is his… Make sure you tell him Blaze spared you… this time.”
I bent down and kissed her ear. “That pussy juicier… I know I planted my seed in you.”
“Your stomach good, dookie booty?” “Fuck!” I nearly jumped out my skin when I heard his voice from behind me.
