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Landon Caselli was art.
“What are you doing, Don?” “Landon,” he corrected me. I tapped my foot with my hand on my hip. “Answer the question.” “How is it that I don’t have your number? Don’t want me to, have it?” He switched the subject. “You never asked.”
He pulled his phone back, and with one arm still holding the matcha, he leaned over me while his other hand did something on his phone. After a few minutes, a text message appeared on my phone.
Core to the core lol
The thing that I enjoyed about Landon was how open he was with his feelings. I don’t think many people asked him if everything was good with him, so he never had the chance to answer the question.
Hez only ike tbis with you
“If we cross into this territory, I’m not gonna wanna remain a stranger.”
“Tell me what you taste like, Bleu.”
Landon flipped me onto my back and came between my legs, making sure my legs were on the side of him. His hands came up the side of me until I felt them both on my shoulders. He held me up and then positioned me right where he wanted me. He had me sitting up on him like I was sitting on a chair backward.
I need a visual
“Feel that baby… feel it… you stretching to fit me… tell me how it feels?” “Good… soooo fucking good!” I screamed out.
“You like when I make you feel good? Tell me… matter fact, show me that I make you feel good.”
“Coat my dick for me, Bleu.”
All that no attachments and stranger shit went out the window when she bit my shoulder. She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance. Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.
Lmao
Taking a sip, she looked at the glass. “Just ask me. I won’t do that to nobody else.”
Cause hes a fucking man of his word
“What up?” “Shit.” I looked at the phone, ‘cause when the fuck did this nigga call for nothing. Usually, I wasn’t able to get a greeting out because he was on me about something that needed to be done. “Mens, you straight?” “Yeah.” Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?” “Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call.
Aww menz
“You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”
“Hmm, got a shorty over.” I had forgot this nigga was on the phone. “I’m gonna holla at you, Men—” “Nah, nah, nah, we’re good. I can stay on the phone… who shorty?”
Lmao thjs mma
“Proud of you,” I said as I kissed her neck, and I felt her body fold by my presence. “For what?” “Taking that dick and never tapping out… proud of you, Bleu.”
The praising omg
“Don’t look away from me, either. Can’t fuck up that good fucking you got, right?” I was wild for even saying that shit to her in her grandparents’ kitchen, but I was feeling nice.
“You’re too good.” “Yeah, never heard that.” “I can say it in your ear when I’m riding you.” She blushed;
You betttaaaaaa Navy
“I think you know why, baby.”
He called her baby ahhhh
How you smell before the sweat leaves your pores.
He nodded his head and then tossed the glass bowl across the room. I cowered, and he continued tossing everything that he was gonna make onto the floor. “Don’t ever gotta expect it, either.”
Ok now don
“You said that I’m stupid, Kennedy?” I paused and waited for the laugh, and one never came. “Stevie, that is not wha—”
There go stevie CASSELLI cause are ylu callongher stupid
“You worried about the correct term, or the fact that you’ll marry Alex and end up using your youth being unhappy?
Right
Him with this new girl, and you with Alex.” “New girl?”
Got dammit stevie
I pulled down toward the gates. Don could throw his little fit all he wanted; we were going to have a mature conversation about this.
Girl now youre being annoying
She wore his shirt, and it fell right before her thighs, and she wore a pair of brief boxers.
Thats right navy
“You and a plus one are welcomed, Landon.” “Don,” he corrected and walked away.
That name aint reserved for you
“No. I wouldn’t waste your time with him. He’s still in love with me and just admitted it knowing that I’m getting married,” I lied,
Bitchh
“I stopped by your parents’ house… where the fuck your father get a Bentley from?” “A friend.” “The same friend that dropped you off?”
Yes nigga
He sighed. “Mila is pregnant.”
This nigga is wild
I watched as he held his hand out behind him, and I placed mine inside as we walked down the block. When we came to a motorcycle,
Capp and Alia does tbis aww
“Opening up to people is hard for me. I don’t do that shit and avoid anything real because that means I have to be real. Transparent and true with the person I’m letting in. With you, I want to be all of that because your presence makes me want to.
“This mine?” She nodded her head yes, as she tried to grip anything.
I’ve never been the type to throw claims on pussy, but this one was mine. I couldn’t allow another nigga to feel what she was making me feel. The looks that she gave me, as her lips parted while she begged for more.
I pulled out of her, and she started leaking like I unstopped a tub. Shoving all of me back inside of her, I sucked on her neck, pulling away and kissing her lips. “What you want me to tell you, baby?”
“Say it again for me.” “Baby.” “Again.” “Bayyybeee!” she screamed out,
“Don’t wanna be a stranger to you no fucking more,” my husky voice caressed her eardrums as she tried to kiss my lips, and I pulled back. “Is this pussy mine, Navy?” She stared right into my eyes. “Uh huh… it’s yours… don’t hurt me, baby.” Kissing her lips, I replied, “Never.”
He was a billionaire, so I was sure he had to keep his bloodline going on.
He's Not in a wolf pac lmao
Navy, you are pregnant.”
The way i just scream
“Every fucking bitch wants kids and marriage… to an NBA player.”
“Pooh, I’m three blinks from crashing out. You telling me you with your ex-nigga… after I slid up inside of you. Fucking told you I didn’t want to be strangers. This how you playing shit, baby?” “We were talking, Don.” “What the fuck is my name, Bleu?” “Landon… we were talking. I’m coming now.”
“Difference is I don’t care about his money. If somebody offers you steak on a gold platter or shit in a plastic bag, which one you gonna take... c’mon, son. Use your brain.”
“Geeky, why the fuck would I be messing with another chick?
Skyler that dont even make senze
“You hate my baby, Landon?” “Stevie, what?” Duke snickered, clearly tickled by Menace rubbing off on his wife. “What
“Daddy will kill anybody that complain about you crying. You cry until your lungs hurt, Dennis.” My brother was leaned over a bassinet with his back turned.
“She’s my baby, you know.” “Yeah.”
Aww hes havong that mother relafjnshiphe never go
“Ma.” “Huh?” “Call me Ma. Mrs. Perkins is way too formal, and I don’t know how I feel about you using my name.”
“I wanna be your boyfriend, fiancé, and husband, Bleu. May seem like I’m bullshitting, and I couldn’t possibly know. I fucking know.”
Navy smiled at me. “And I’m not a gold digger in your eyes?” “Where the fuck you pulling this shit from? I’m handing you the shovel… dig, Bleu.” I winked, and she kicked her feet excited.
His eyes softened, making him feel comfortable. “Think I’m falling in love with you, Bleu.”
