if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 78

Capri Martin
January 14th
Ever since Q moved in with me temporarily, we been at it all day and all night. When my parents weren't home or when we had the house to ourselves, we were FUCKING. No breaks. Just straight sex. And no one knew bout it. No one knew this boy was in my room turning me inside out every other day and night.

I told him take as much time as he needed from home. Just as long as I got to use him. My lil sex toy. We meant more to each other than just sex but we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

Like right now, we went from doing homework to getting it ON in my bathroom. This boy had me in the mirror, struggling not to scream. Giving me them back shots hard and fast. Had the necklace he gave me pounding against my chest.

"Mmhm. Cum on this dick." He mumbled, pulling my ponytail.

My hair was all fucked up. Whatever was left from my micro links, he ripped em all out. Said he'd pay for it every time a strand fell out. And I knew he would.

His cocky ass was lookin all in the mirror smiling and shit but I was crying. Tears streaming and mascara running. I looked UGLY.

"Keep the phone up, shaky hands. I need these videos fa Miami." He whispered.

"I'm tryin." I cried, trying to keep the phone up and record us. But then it hit me..."MIAMI?!"

He ignored my sudden outburst, continuing to pound me into the counter top of the sink. Putting his phone down on the counter, I leaned into it, letting him stroke me for a few more seconds. Then I ran away from it a little, climbing up onto the counter and facing him.

"Fuck you doin?" He questioned, grabbing me by my forearm.

"No. Fuck do you mean by you need these fa Miami nigga?"

"I need the videos we take fuckin so I got sum to look at while I'm in Miami. Duh." He scoffed, trying to kiss on me again.

"No. No." I refused, pushing him away. "What you mean by Miami? You goin?"

He looked up at me with them puppy dog eyes, biting his lip. "Yeah."

"With who? The fuck?"

"Eli." He answered, tryna touch on me again.

But I swatted his hand away. "No!"

"Pri you makin my dick soft. Come on."

"Fuck you!"

"And he's down." He grumbled.

"Fuck ya dick. Why didn't you mention Miami earlier?" I questioned, tilting my head. "And there better be a ticket fa me nigga."

He took a deep breath. "Cause I knew you was gone trip bout me goin. Tryna talk me out the shit. And no. There ain't no ticket fa you. Issa business trip."

"Business trip? What business. Yeen got no JOB Tommy?!" I exclaimed, plucking him in the forehead.

He grabbed my finger, lowering it down. Then he kissed on me. "Can we finish?"

"Yeen gettin no pussy til you explain MIAMI. Fuck nigga."

He sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. With his sassy ass.

"Me n E dealin again. The niggas is based in Miami and they payin fa us to fly out there and back. We startin up our shit again. We need the money and honestly, ion give a fuck what happens now." He sighed, leaning against the counter in between my legs.

Dealing? No not again. Not again please. We were doing so good. We were having so much fun. I could actually sleep at night knowing he wasn't gonna die over some gang, blood, crip, drug, gun, knife, bullshit.