“It involves me taking you to my house, eating your pretty pussy until you beg for me to have mercy on you, then you putting my dick down your wet, slippery throat right before I slide into the mess we both create between your legs,” he articulated.
Very swiftly, he discovered it and before I was able to brace myself for intrusion, he’d hit rock bottom, sending me into a world far beyond my imagination.
Before I turned in my hustler’s card, I was on the verge of breaking bread with their crew, thanks to my first cousin who was already in business with them and had been for years. Til’ this day, they kept his pockets laced.
“Nigga do kind of look like a black ass version of an Eisenberg. This how you niggas wish you looked… the way y’all be acting and carrying on nobody would ever guess y’all light-skinned.”
“He did the second Laike walked through the door.” I gnawed the inside of my lip as I stated God’s honest truth. Laike and Lawe were reflections of one another. That’s why they were still bumping heads fifteen minutes into our late brunch.
“At this point, I’m locked in, aight? Like, locked the fuck in. And, I’d kill anything moving about you and this little one.” I pointed to her stomach while pausing.
It’s probably the only time he has patience except when it comes to real estate.” “That’s what he’s into?” “Yes and no. But, he loves it, nonetheless. Investing and developing.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Halo. Why you ain’t tell this nigga ’bout this baby a long time ago?” Lawe got straight to it asking questions. “And, why you ain’t let that nigga in all that time?”
“Oh, I know you can do better than that,” she encouraged him. “This definitely Lawe’s fucking sister,” he told the other guard. “Since you know that, gone peel off one of those hundreds I saw.”