Capri 1.5 (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

by Jahquel J.

“I’m about to fuck you like I don’t… ight?”

“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.”

“If… I…find… out… you… sliding… with… another… nigga, you really gonna meet the real Meer,” he said between each kiss on my lips as I stared into his eyes.

“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?”

“No, dick breath… this is her crib and you trying to come over, so the right thing to do is to fucking ask her if she’s comfortable with you coming to her house.”

Her parents were newly divorced, and she had moved out of state. Do you know how much you gotta hate a nigga to move out the state to get away from him?

“Alright, bend the fuck over we need to talk.” Capri stopped short and started laughing. “Meer, please leave me alone.” I dropped my sweats to the floor. “I’m dead ass, Suga. You need some dick to fix that attitude… I can tell.”

You don’t give me good pussy while moaning in my ear and think we don’t go together. 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. She wasn’t gonna compare me to Naheim.

“Having your baby hair near your eyebrows is wild. You see me saying some shit about it?”

Suga, why the fuck do you wanna destroy that man? What the hell did he do to you?”

You acting like you holding the recipe for the fucking Krabby Patty.”