Demon's Dream

by Elle Kayson

“Yo’ ass bossy, stubborn, and stay tryna handle niggas. But all I gotta say is yo’ name, and that rah-rah shit stops. And yo’ personality in my room is nothing like yo’ personality outside it. Why you think that is?”

“Nigga, she like you, for some reason. I look like you but better, and she think I’m sweet. She already texted me, telling me to have a great day while yo’ ass outchea hanging up in her face.”

Kam got game already 😂

I dropped my whisk and ran to my sister, and she giggled as we crashed together. Kissing each of her cheeks, I hugged her tightly. “Damn, Ms. Celie, Nettie ain’t been gone that long,” Damien said dryly.

This 🥷🏾 funny AF 😂

“Damn, Kitchen Diva. They done domesticated you like this? Simp ass nigga,” he teased. “Fuck you,” I said nonchalantly. “You out here on yo’ Yung Bleu shit, stopping weddings and kidnapping brides, but talking shit to me?” He laughed. “Touché, nigga.”

“I suggest you chill with that attitude shit you got going before I take you home and fuck it up out of you. So, unless you want that little pussy aching and the imprint of the headboard on yo’ forehead, fix yo’ pretty face,” I whispered, before pulling back to grill her.

“Hell yeah. You beautiful and fine as fuck with them titties and ass. So fine that if you don’t start walking to this damn place right now, ain’t gon’ be no paint and sip tonight. It’s just gon’ be suck and fuck.”

“I can’t go with a headboard imprint on my forehead,” I whined, feeling my panties being pushed over. “You better try bangs,” he suggested. I couldn’t help it; I giggled. Until he pushed into me, bottoming out with one powerful thrust. I moaned as he began a savage rhythm. Okay, bangs. I can do bangs.

“Nigga! Don’t be blowing all hard at me. I—" “You stay popping yo’ lips, then be whining when I put this dick in yo’ chest,” he growled, reaching up to pull on my hair.

“The other pair is for Dream. Figured y’all would like them big ass things, the way y’all walk around with them damn Forgiatos in yo’ ears.”

Rims as earrings is diabolical 😂

“Stop making all that damn noise. That’s not good gym etiquette,” Kam snapped in his cracking voice as he walked on the treadmill. “Who invited you in here anyway, lil’ nigga?” I asked, wiping my face with a towel before draping it around my neck. “Nigga, I’on need no invitation. This my crib!”

Kam is a sassy lil YN 😂

Catching him off guard, I pushed the button until the treadmill was on ten miles an hour. He cursed me as he started running hard as fuck.

The visual is sending me 🏃🏾‍♀️😂

“Thank God. I was gon’ ride with you, Cousin, but I’m definitely more of a lover than a fighter. You ain’t tell nobody the Hulk knocked yo’ ass up,” he fussed.

This 🥷🏾 wake up talking shit 😂

“Stop fronting. That little thang jumping now. You like it when I talk dirty. Fix your face,” he said, pulling into my favorite local ice cream shop. “You about to get snot in this ice cream.”

Damien PLEASE! 😫🤦🏾‍♀️😤😂

“I love you, witcho worrisome, big-headed, bossy, bourgeois, pretty, good-pussy-having ass.”

I need somebody to run some tests cuz I swear this man is related to Menace Caselli 🤦🏾‍♀️😂

“Grab my hair or something. Just don’t mess it up. And where’s your gun? This doesn’t look like a hostage situation,” she said.