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I can give them all the love in the world, but it's up to them to receive it."
"Keep hugging Navy, and I'ma fuck you up off the strength of big bro," Crown joked.
Her more than me 'cause if things were different, Boyz II Men's 'Bended Knee' wouldn't have shit on me.
"Navy, you gon' let your bodyguard disrespect your husband like that?" "Nigga." Honor hit me with a quick jab to the ribs. I ate that shit and lightly tapped his jaw with a punch of my own.
Every woman that passed by looked in my direction, giving me that twinkle, twinkle, come fuck me upon a star look.
"No one caring for you is the reason you're operating in survival energy. Let a real nigga be your protection and watch how softer your life becomes. You won't have to worry about surviving 'cause you gon thrive, sweetheart."
"Why did you never tell me you were friends with my wife?" he asked, brushing his fingers along his jaw. "Crown, get out my face with your bullshit.
a nigga's tip to her lips, the dick had to be three things — thick, smooth, and pretty. If a nigga fit the criteria, then River was welcoming the dick to the gag show.
"It wasn't one-sided, though. I just know that nigga won all the pie-eating contests growing up."
"You know me, I'ma cry, but when the sun comes—" "Them tears dry up," River finished.
"She wasn't fucking with me. You know I'ma dark nigga with light skin tendencies. She wasn't with none of my bullshit.
"Fuck with her... nah." I chuckled. "Marry her and shoot her shit up with my seeds... hell fucking yeah." "Nigga, what?" Crown's laughter was hearty and loud ass fuck.
It's not my fault that man got my clit spidey senses tingling."
"Sweetheart, don't be going behind closed doors to kiss your nigga," I scolded.
My inner child wasn't the man I am today, and for that, I protected the little muthafucka the only way I knew how by burying 'em and throwing away the fucking key.
"Don't run from me, Sweetheart. I need you to feed me. I'm starving, and a nigga only wants to eat you."
"Don't fucking run from me, Chosyn. A nigga gotta craving only you can satisfy." "Wolfieeee," she sang, and a nigga turned into a monster... the pussy monster.
"Your heart. When I put this dick in you, it's gon' be because you're mine. I mean that in the most possessive way possible. I'm selfish, and I hate to share when it comes to something I mark.
"I'm chasing forever when I'm runnin' after you. I don't mind but don't have a nigga huffing and puffing for nothing. When the time's right, you gotta let me catch you, Sweetheart."
Crown smirked and then fired. Three shots. Pop! Pop! Boom!
"Oh yeah. Make me have to call your name more than once again, and I'm on your ass. The second you pulled up, my phone should've been the one to ring, not Wolfe's. Fuck I look like letting another nigga park my wife's car? Brother or not, don't fuckin' play with me like that, four."
The way pussy felt without a condom drove me insane... literally.
Raw pussy had a way of turnin' a nigga coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs.
was crazy but I knew I had to dish my shit out in doses. Coming on too strong would send her running, leaving me with no option but to hunt her ass down and put her up where no one else could find her.
"Four, stop playing with me like I ain't just tell you I'll kill every nigga on this earth over you." "Crown." She sighed. "I know I said this kill was yours, but you got the next one. Come on, and let's party."
"I wanna fuck, Four," I groaned against her ear.
She matched my hunger, sucking and nibbling on my tongue. If I thought the pussy had me crazy, a nigga officially upgraded to insane.
"Okay! Okay!" I squealed, trying to wiggle away. "Silly Chosyn, this pussy's for Wolfie."
"Hey girl, where are you coming from?" she awkwardly asked. "Probably the same place you didn't make it to," I joked.
them nightmares have been on your ass. This one was the worse, so I came in here ready to kill the fuck outta your ghost daddy." "Nigga, what?" "Ghost daddy? The nigga fuckin' with your head." "Aye, Crown," I spoke evenly. "Yeah." "Get the fuck out of my room." "Ight, see the next time I run up in this bitch."
"Do you, though, 'cause feeling me means getting a hold on the shit you went through with your parents or speaking to someone about these night terrors.
Seconds after I sent the text, her ass hit me back with several middle finger emojis that echoed all over the screen. It was cute and got a chuckle out of me.
"And that's your problem. You view yourself as a burden and expect those around you to see you as the same. You're not a burden.
"Then the fuck you giving me attitude for? Do you need your pussy ate, or do you need this dick? Which is it, Four? I'm cool with either-or, but it's clear you need a dose of act fuckin' right."
Either way, the shit was nasty work, and I was embarrassed for my baby.
I joined in, letting her pretty self believe she made a funny.
The dude shuffled his feet, getting up from the floor. When he stood, the nigga barely reached my chin. "You out here fuckin' with little people?"
I draped my arm over his short ass the best I could without fucking my back up.
"You talk a lot of shit 'cause you've never had put-you-in-your-place dick." "Wolfie!" I screamed as he plunged inside of me without warning.
"I never had to show off. I just had to show up," she countered in a light yet teasing tone.

