Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"Ariyah, hurry up with that damn food. I'm hungry and need my dick sucked!" I yell from the living room couch.
"Okay, baby. I'm almost finished." She yells back.
While I wait for her to finish, I put my feet onto the table and light my blunt; inhaling it and blowing smoke into the air. The higher I get, the more my dick gets hard as I think about Milani's sexy ass. Closing my eyes, I think about last night when I saw her grinding to the music, her harden nipples showing through her shirt. Just the thought of her, almost makes me nut in my draws.
"Oweee I see that dick already hard for me." Ariyah says as she walks into the living room with my plate of food and a glass of wine.
"Hell yeah. Gone suck that shit will I eat." I smirk as I slide my basketball shorts and underwear down to my ankles then put my blunt out.
Ariyah drops to her knees as I eat the dry ass food that she just cooked. Shit so dry, it's makes my tongue burn. While she sucks my dick, I continue eating until it finally starts to feel like something. Don't get me wrong, she can suck dick, but I've had better. Putting my plate down, I decide to spice this moment up by grabbing her head and forcing it further down.
"S-stop. I-it's too big." She complains but I ignore her and start fucking the shit outta her mouth, making all 8 inches hit her throat; causing her to gag.
"Ahh fuck yeah! Suck that shit!" I groan as she tries to move my hands off her head, but I don't let up.
I'm so involved in fucking her mouth that I don't notice she can't breathe until I look down and see her crying. As soon as I let go of her head, she stands up and punches me in my jaw. "Damn girl, you strong enough to hit me, but couldn't get my hands off yo head when you couldn't breathe. My bad. I didn't try to almost kill you."
"Fuck you, Dallas!!! You know I don't like when you touch my head!! You're so damn selfish! You don't give a damn what I say! I hope yo dick fall off!" She yells at me before hitting me again and running upstairs.
Shaking my head, I check my phone and see a message from Brandon, telling me to come outside so we can head out. I don't even know where we're going, but being anywhere is better than here.
Me: Bet. I'll be out there in bout 15 minutes.
Jogging upstairs, I find one of my red jogging suits with the cream colored stripes down the sleeves and legs, get out one of my crisp white tees, and lay it on the bed; putting my Versace shoes on the floor next to it.
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