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“This my little yeah don’t get a nigga killed.” Aimee laughed. “Quameer, you know the saying is my little yeah yeah, right?”
“You can’t ruin something that is meant for you. I’m meant for you… I don’t care how much you feel you’re not worth being loved, you are, Suga.”
“Sug, you know I respect you… right?” “Yes… I know,” she continued to kiss on my neck. I smirked. “I’m about to fuck you like I don’t… ight?”
“Oh shit… I’m almost stepped on your tongue,” Alaia’s smart ass said, pulling me from watching my Suga handle business.
“I don’t give a fuck about who came before me, I just know that no nigga coming after me unless he wanna get a certificate.” “Certificate?” “Death certificate, Suga. All gas, no sense when it comes to you.”
“Before I violate you, what the fuck do you want? Your daughter is sleep, no I didn’t fuck Capri while she was here, and I damn sure plan to after I drop her off … what up?”
With how good her pussy was, I already picked out her engagement ring, the granite in our new crib and named all three of our kids, cause she was giving me three seeds. If that wasn’t enough, I was silently debating on which kind of damn doodle dog we would get.
I knew my nutcase well, so I wasn’t giving her any room to get in that fucking head of hers.
“Having your baby hair near your eyebrows is wild. You see me saying some shit about it?”
“Keep eye fucking what’s mine and Ding Dong ain’t gonna be the only bad man in this bitch,”
