Page 80 of He Thugged Me First

He looked at me and tilted his head before he hopped up and stalked toward his kitchen. I could’ve sworn I heard the fridge open before he walked back into the living room. “You better be worth me going in my freezer money.” He tossed the rolled-up bills on the coffee table before sitting back. He allowed his eyes to roam my body before he locked them with mine. Just the feel of him looking at me had me hot at this point. My body was on fire and only his touch could cool it down. For now though, I’d play his little game. I slowly rolled my jeans down my toned thighs before allowing them to fall. Then within a second, I was gripping the hem of my shirt and raising it above my head. In no way shape or form was I ashamed of my body, I had worked hard for this tone and if I didn’t get my ass back in the gym, it would all go to waste.

“C’mere, G.” he demanded just like I knew he would.

Instead I ignored him and looked at him with a smirk. At this point we were in The Pink and Uncle Clifford was telling me not to do shit these niggas asked. Before he spoke again, I had come out of my underwear and I was just looking at him.

“G.” He groaned. This time his voice was deeper and it had a sense of neediness in it. I guess I was trying his patience.

Slowly I walked toward him, staying on my tippy toes because in my mind I was wearing those high ass heels. When I was in arms reach, he pulled me into his lap before kissing on my chest.

“Aht, Aht.” I was reminded.

He looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes before he responded, “fuck outta here, I couldn’t take it.” He was referringto the half ass strip teases that he didn’t even let me get halfway through.

“Nope, you—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he stuffed his tongue down my throat while his hand gripped my neck firmly.

After what felt like an eternity, we pulled back and he started licking my neck and chest with his tongue before he looked up at me and spoke, “Don’t play with me, Gauze. Let me love on you because I missed this.” The same hunger from a few seconds ago still rested in his eyes, but this time it was accompanied by need.

Being in this exact moment at this exact second with him had me stuck in a euphoria that I was only accustomed to him giving me. I pulled back a little, freeing him from the confinements of his underwear and pants. I glanced down at him with a smirk.

“What you finna do with all that, G?”

“Cocky ass negro,” I said reaching between us and gripping him tightly. Momentarily he closed his eyes, almost like my touch sent him over the edge.

“Stop playing with me and show me why you’re so thick, bae.”

I giggled a little, but I did as I was asked, sliding down on him. Silently I braced myself as I adjusted myself to his length and width.

“Ssssss. You supposed to warn a nigga, Gayze.” His hands now both rested on my hips. He was no longer in control and I could tell that. It brought a sadistic smirk to my face as I started to rock back and forth with him now gripping my thighs.

“I know you can?—”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence because I was too busy sucking his lips from his face. The faster I forced my body against his, the higher it took me, it was like everything was clearer. I buried my face in his neck and allowed my body to take over.

“Slow down, Gayze.” He tightened his hands attempting to control my movements.

His mouth said one thing, but him inside of me told me otherwise.

Seconds later the hardest I came all over him while he filled me up. It felt so good, so earth shattering that I couldn’t move. I just wanted to stay in that spot. Of course that was short lived because before I knew it he lifted me from his lap and stood to his feet. “Glad you had ya lil fun, and I even let you get ya footing, now do me that.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about and immediately my eyes went to his hardness. This nigga was bricked up again. Without another word, I did as he asked and put my ass in the air as I leaned over the sofa. The moment he entered me from behind, I felt a jolt down my spine. This was about to be a long night.

“Don’t be sloppy baby, let me fill you while you feel me.”

QUARI

“One of the best moments of my life should’ve been the day my daughter was born, but instead that was taken from me. Instead I got the news that a bitch ass nigga who didn’t know me from a can of fucking paint tryna put a contract on my head. Then, I walked my ass out my crib this morning and your green ass has a gun to the back of my head. Imagine my frustration.” I looked down at the nigga duck taped and hog tied in my trunk.

I was having a nice ass morning, Love made Breakfast and got me right only for it to go to shit. I was going about my normal business when I felt the feel of steel against the back of my head when I got into my truck. The motherfucker got a good shot off and grazed my shoulder , but that didn’t stop me from beatinghis ass. I subdued him and put his ass in the trunk. Then I called Mazzier and Kasair. They said they’d meet me at the warehouse.

“You really drove this man here in ya trunk?” Mazzier asked , looking me over.

“Hell yeah, the bitch was bold enough to be waiting for me in my fucking car. So that meant he was apparently ready to find himself in my trunk. What do I look like? Some bitch ass nigga?” I asked.

Kasair laughed. “Well we know you ain’t that. Get the nigga out of the trunk with ya kidnapping ass. This motherfucker doesn’t look a day over fucking eighteen.”

I laughed. “That’s cause he ain’t, the stupid motherfucker is a baby.” I pulled his school Id from my back pocket. After I beat his ass, I went through his pockets, I had to know who I was riding with.

Kasair laughed as I dragged his young ass out of my trunk by the collar of his shirt. Once I had him out of the car, I leaned him against the wall and stepped back.

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