Demon's Dream

by Elle Kayson

“Thanks, Paul. Can you drive now?” I asked. “Whatever my future wife wishes,” he said.

Demon gonna get him

“Enjoy your lunch, Dream. Tell that nigga at your table to keep his hands to himself.”

“Making sure you know what to call me, especially when I’m touching this pussy. What’s my name?”

“If you not on birth control, get on it. I’ma fuck you raw. Every day.”

Lmao

I shrieked, my briefcase and purse falling from my hands as he lifted me and damn near slammed me on my desk. “Didn’t I tell you to stop fuckin’ playing with me, Dream?” he growled, wedging his solid body between my thighs.

“Watch who the fuck you talking to before I hurt your feelings in front of all these people. You used to the soft ass niggas around you who wait on you to fix shit and defend them or whatever. I’m not that nigga. You don’t run shit here, Dream. I do. You understand?”

“Yeah, you definitely misunderstood.” I took a step closer to her. “You don’t discuss me. Ever. Understand?”

“And this one right here…” Reaching out, I grabbed Dream’s hand. “Don’t ever say shit to her. When you see her, you don’t see her. Or else you gon’ have to see me.”

“Dream, I fucked Smoke and I liked it a lot,” I blurted out.

“Stay out of this, Dream,” he snapped. This nigga had life fucked up. I looked at him coolly. “Don’t address that one.”

I pulled the zipper down slowly. I pushed the material apart before running my fingers, then my lips down her spine. A nigga was principled, not perfect.

LOL I Love smoke

From my peripheral vision, I saw a tall, lean figure rise. I couldn’t help turning my eyes to Cartier Salinas as he stood up. “Dayana,” he said.

“Come here,” Smoke commanded.

“Let’s go, Princess,” Smoke said.

“White dress, white lingerie for the virgin bride. That’s what they thought, huh, Princess? They didn’t know how deep I’ve been in this tight little pussy, how it creamed all over my dick.”

“Nah, Princess. You need a nigga that’s all yours. My heart is taken,” I said, regret shading my voice.

This is so sad

I pushed more hair out of her face. “Tell that soft ass nigga you fine before I do.” “Damien… just… don’t.” “Personally, I’d love to see what happens,” Parker spoke up. Dream gave her a nasty look that Parker just shrugged off. “Dream?” Paul called again. “It’s fine, Paul! Go home. Thank you for staying with us,” she said, smiling brightly. “Stop grinning like that,” I told her.

LOL stop grinning like that is hilarious

“I’m sick, Demon,” she called suddenly. “Good,” he shot back. “Die quickly.”

I know that's right!

You officially a simp ass nigga.

“Man, get this shit. I put a pound of sugar and a pint of cream in there just like yo’ ass like,” he said, frowning.

“How… how is Kam?” “Shot that little nigga and left him for dead cuz he didn’t put his shit in the dishwasher,” he said with a straight face before hanging up on me.

I am crying!!! Lmao

“Dream… baby. Stop crying. Please.”

“Go to sleep, Dream,” he said softly, holding me against him. I wanted to protest, but hell, I was tired. I closed my eyes. Just before drowsiness claimed me, he whispered, “Goodnight, baby.” Smiling, I went to sleep.

“I’m not worried. You putting niggas in the dirt and crashing weddings and wearing pink and purple aprons. You the one oughta be worried about yo’ level of denial.”

“I suggest you focus on what Smoke saying cuz you in the same boat as ya pussy ass son. I’m sparing yo’ life because of her. But if you ever put yo’ hands on her again, I’ma put mine on you,” Damien said calmly.

I swear I came as I realized this nigga was wearing platinum and diamond fronts.

“Nah, go on with your performance, love. That was for me, right?”

I Love smoke!

“Fuck him if you want, Dayana. But be ready when I bring him to you and peel his skin off. You ever seen someone flayed, shorty? You’d be surprised what people look like under their pretty outside. And the screams—”

A soft, feminine voice whispered, “Eagle Team One, this is Falcon Team One reporting. Falcon Team One has left the nest—” “I’on think falcons build nests, love,” I heard a male voice say.

LOL Love her

“You can get me the large ribeye, medium, and a baked potato with everything. Add a side of broccoli with butter. Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. “What you want, Princess?”

This is the best thing l ever read lmao

“You don't need no options. You said you wanted someone who wanted only you. You got that.”

“As mine, Dayanna Dionne Castle. I want you, just you,” he said before his mouth pressed against mine.

“On God, Yana, this my pussy. You want a dead nigga on your conscience, let me find out you giving it to someone else.”

“I swear that shit on Stephanie Salinas. You mine, shorty. And you enough. Hell, with that mouth and that jab and this sweet ass pussy, you more than enough.”

“She here overthinking shit in her big ass head. I must not have eaten the pussy as good as I thought.”

“I done had my face in yo’ pussy and my dick in yo’ stomach. How much better you want me to know you?”

This nigga LOL

“And you have a brother?” she asked me, looking at Rafael. I nodded. “You can tell?” “He has your face, your eyes. He might be cuter, though,” she teased. “Get fucked up, Princess. I need to move you, baby. You think anything is broken?”

The part of me that was his wife mourned. But the part of me that was Lucien Dumont’s daughter accepted that he had brought death upon himself.

Cold!

“That night… we were on some tit for tat shit. I regret the shit I said to you. Yeah, I fucked a lot of wannabe models, but I don’t prefer none of them bitches to you, Dream. On God or whoever. And you being pregnant… fuck, baby, knowing I planted that seed while inside that sweet ass pussy makes my dick hard as fuck!”

So romantic lmao

I never had too many in my corner and I thought, for a minute, you were my biggest champion of all. But you stay assuming the worst about me.”

“I read your journal. The letter to me. That shit you talked about? That’s how I feel. If I could have anything in the world, it would be you. You gotta understand, letting people in means they can hurt you. Look how Melanie did me. Look how I lost Kiana. That shit is a risk. I hurt people; I don’t let them hurt me. And you… Dream, you could hurt me. Because I… umm… I love you. I’m not good at that shit, yet. But as long as I got you and my little one, I’m fine. That shit ain’t easy for a nigga to admit, so don’t be out here doing me wrong. I don’t wanna do you dirty, shorty.”

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

Finally! LOL

Baby said my legs must be hollow as much as I ate.

Them calling her Baby is hilarious