Butterfly

by Ashley Antoinette

Her mother had taught her long ago that men were built to hunt. Aria knew the game.

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You say yes, and I’ll handle the rest. You don’t even got to pack your shit. We’ll grab the twins and break out. New nigga, new life, new throne, but you got to want that shit.”

“The day it starts to hurt you, leave it alone, and that’s with whatever. Men, friends, whoever. The moment it hurts, you cancel niggas. You hear me?”

“You a good girl, Mo. You don’t want shit to get ugly. So just take this nut and let it be, love, because if I fuck you, I’ma love you too, and then you’re trapped. Then you’re mine, and we both know you ain’t mine, love.” His words

“Fuck you! I’m going to fuck you, Ahmeek. You’re going to turn me into a whole hoe, and I don’t want to be a hoe! I’m already a little hoe-ish for the shit you did to me at your loft. I don’t want to be a whole hoe. Right now, I’m half a hoe, and I need to keep some self-respect.”

“Feed it to me, Mo,” he whispered, pausing to kiss her inner thigh. Morgan had that pussy on a spoon for that nigga, and he was overindulging. He pressed a thumb to her clit and rotated clockwise. Morgan bucked as her legs opened wider.