Don Caselli (Caselli Family, #2)

by Jahquel J.

Not that I wanted her to, but I expected her to act differently and get excited. “Hey Don.”

You cannot hold this woman hostage because your wife needs to touch some grass every once in a while.”

Funny af.

Without hesitation, I sucked his fingers as he stared down at me with his eyes low. His chest slowly rose and fell, as he experienced me tasting my sweetness. “Sweet… wanna try?”

“You so used to fucking for money that you don’t know what intimacy is. Shit, I don’t, either, but I’m fucking trying and all I’m met with is resistance.”

Felt.

The nice guy does nothing to you… only the nigga that tosses money your way.”

Why it can’t be both.

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.”

Oh they toxic. They finna Fck.

“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, and I knew it was childish, but I was heavily in my feelings.

Hoesssss is childish & petty.

Life happened. Growth happened. Finding my identity happened and realizing that I was someone outside of being Antwan’s girlfriend.

Facts.

“You hate my baby, Landon?” “Stevie, what?”

Lmfao.

“Still no nanny?” “And have someone come and steal my child and fuck my husband?” Stevie replied, staring at us with a straight face.

I’m glad Jahquel made her funny. Lmfao.

I shook my head because all these fucking names had me confused. Stevie was Wanda. Menace was Mitchell. Now I had to deal with Dennis. Who the fuck was Dennis, and why were they calling this baby that?

Like literally. All jokes aside. Lmfao.

“Another one?” He shot me a look. “You said he didn’t make my god daughter?” “Aye, I’m not doing this with the both of you… not today.

I’m so glad I get it. It’s cause Skylar baby ain’t really his baby ? Right ? lol

I felt his fingers rubbing my pussy from behind as he sucked on my neck. “You like being my nasty bitch, Bleu, huh?” “Yes, Don…” “Only time you call me Don, you hear me?” “Yes, baby,” I squirmed, wishing the window had a damn handrail, because I wanted to dig my nails into the glass with the way his three fingers continued to rub my clit, making it impossible to stand.

They ain’t playingg

S.A. Cosby book.