Page 19 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“You like shorty,” he mentioned.

“Nah. It ain’t shit like that. I just relate to her, that’s all. She was dealt a fucked up hand and needed somebody in her corner. That’s all I’m offering,” I stated.

“You sure?” he quizzed.

“Muthafucka, didn’t I just say that?” I mugged his ass for interrogating me and shit.

“Get out ya chest, nigga. That right there let me know that I’m right, but I’ll let you live until you come to realize it on my own.” I ignored his ass because I wasn’t about to sit up here and go back and forth with his ass on some shit that was irrelevant.

We rode the rest of the way to the warehouse in silence because the nigga done pissed me off. Tonight, those Italian muthafuckas were coming to pick up their shipment, and I was ready to get this shit over with. I was gonna go holla at Paris, then take my ass home and go to sleep.

When we got there, Dre and BJ pulled in right behind us. They stayed in place at all times, almost like a security detail. All four of us piled out of our vehicles at the same time and went inside to wait on these niggas. They were running twenty minutes late, and I was about to leave when I saw their asses pulling up on the camera.

“These greasy hair niggas really trying my muthafuckin’ patience,” I spewed as Dre opened up the door to let them in.

“My friends. Sorry I’m late. I had other press…” I cut his ass off because I didn’t care about none of that shit.

“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you had to do. You’re on my time, not the other way around,” I snapped. I knew muthafuckas were going to try me because I was young, but they’d soon learn the hard way that I wasn’t the one for the bullshit.

“No need for the obscenities. My apologies.”

“Fuck yo’ apologies, and I’m gon’ need an extra twenty bands for my time,” I stated. The look on his face was one of pure astonishment, and that shit made my chest swell.

“Twenty thousand?” he asked for clarity.

“C’est de la merde! (This is bullshit!)” his brother spat in his native tongue.

“I don’t know what that nigga just said, but I could bet it was some shit that would piss me off. I suggest you tell him to shut the fuck up before I do that shit for him.”

“Do you know who I work for?” he asked.

“Does it look like I give a fuck? Let me get that twenty out of you and get the fuck out my shit before you start some shit you and yo’ bitch ass mob ain’t ready for.” I don’t know who they took me for, but I wasn’t him. He looked at me with pure malice for a few seconds before he told his brother to go ahead and get the extra money. They weren’t happy about the shit at all, but it wasn’t shit they could do about it. After that muthafucka gave me my money, Dre and BJ overlooked them as they loaded their shipment while me and Kev smoked a blunt. Shit took longer than I intended, but I still pulled up on Paris after I dropped him off.

“What do you want, Demetric?” she sassed when she opened the door. She was trying to play hard, but I knew she was happy a nigga fell through.

“Cut allat out. If you don’t want me here, then say that and I’ll take my ass home.” I stared down at her, knowing that she didn’t want that shit.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, walking off. I needed her to lose this fuckin’ attitude. I came here for one reason and one reason only, and she was about to blow it. Pulling her back into me, I bent down and kissed her neck.

“Why you trippin’, P? You know I had shit to do, but I’m here now.” I squeezed her ass and smirked. Just like I knew she would, she started melting into my arms. That gave me the initiative to back her up until she fell to the couch. Standing up in front of her, I undid my belt and fished my dick out of my boxers while my jeans fell and pooled around my ankles. She looked up at me before replacing my hand with hers and stroking my dick a few times, then swallowing that shit into the back of her throat.

“Fuck, P! Eat this dick up,” I coached.

She knew she was a beast with her head game, and I definitely had no complaints. Paris was sucking my dick like the muthafucka was lined with her favorite ice cream. She went from sucking my dick to alternating to my balls.

“Gah damn, P. Get that shit outta there,” I huffed.

I had my eyes closed tight because I felt my nut rising to the forefront and it wasn’t shit I could do to stop it.

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned, palming the back of her head, holding her in place. I didn’t let her go until I felt like I was done. She detached herself and her face housed a knowing smirk.

“You must’ve missed me,” she cooed.

“Nah, but face the back of the couch and prop that ass up,” I ordered. She looked at me for a few moments, like she was contemplating whether she was gonna do it or not. I ain’t have time for her to try to figure shit out, knowing damn well she was gon’ comply. Taking her arm, I assisted her in turning around and slapped her ass before I covered my dick with the condom that I retrieved out of my pocket and slid inside her gushy tunnel.

“Baby,” she whined. She had every right to because I was showing the pussy no mercy. I was in a zone, slamming into her while her cries vibrated off the walls of her living room. She caught my rhythm and started throwing her ass back, making it collide with my pelvis. The ripples her ass was making sent me into overdrive and the next thing I knew, I had my hand around her throat and back to my chest as I pummeled her pussy so feverishly, her voice disappeared. I felt my second nut rising and out of nowhere Daizha’s face popped into my head and that made my nut erupt from my dick with so much force it knocked me and Paris onto the couch.

“Fuck!”

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