Thugs and Hood Love: COMPLETE (Editing)

Thugs and Hood Love 18

"Sure is," I said with a slight attitude as I sat up right. Billy held out his hand for me to take. I gladly took it. And with one quick pull, Billy had my chest pressed against his.

"Yo ass betta be lucky I love ya cause if you was somebody else yo ass woulda been gone," Billy said.

"Wateva you say," I said as I gave him a quick peck on the lips with a smile on my face. I then turned to walk towards the door so that we could hurry the hell up and get down to business. Billy was right behind me with his hands on my hips and his chin on my right shoulder.

When I got to the door, it was locked. "What you lock the door fa," I asked Billy while unlocking it.

"Brittany crazy ass said if she heard you tell me to get out or sum shit like that she was gonna put me  out," Billy said while laughing.

While twisting the door knob and opening the door, I said, "She woulda been ready to fight you too. You know that right?"

"Yep, but Ion know what the fuck bout yo ass that be having muthafuckers going crazy," Billy said.

"You tell me cause you included in the group,"

Billy whispered into my ear while gripping both my ass cheeks, "Hoping I'm about to find out now." When his hot breath hit my ear, I couldn't help but jump a little because it had caught me off guard. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Umm," was all that I could say.I was at ah lost for words actually. Because I could only hope that my pussy met his standards. Don't get me wrong, I knew my pussy was wet, tight, and clean. That was ah always. And mandatory at that. But still, with all the hoes Billy done fucked in the past, I could only hope that I didn't leave him disappointed.

I mean, Billy done had black girls, white girls, and the local Mexican girls. Any race, any personality, then you can bet ya ass that Billy done had it before. And you can trust and believe that right there ain't no lie.

So I could only hope that mines would be the best. I needed something to keep his ass in check with. It's only so long that a nigga can fuck the same shit and not get tired of it.

But I knew how to work with what I got. So as long as I fucked back, then I would be good. I mean, come on and be for real. Don't no nigga in his right mind wanna fuck a bitch that don't do shit but lay there. Hell nawl. That shit right there could get real boring, real quick. He might as well fuck a blow up bitch if he wanted it to be that boring.

But anyways, back to the now. As me and Billy were walking down the hallway towards his room, I could constantly feel his dick on my ass. When we got to his bedroom door, Billy started beating on the door yelling, "Opening the damn door. And hurry up."

"Bae, stop all that noise. She hear you," I said while leaning back into his arms.

"Ha ass probably be sleep," Billy said before he raised his fist up to beat on the door again.

Before he could, I gently squeezed his dick with my right hand. When I did that, I could feel Billy jump. "Be good," I said as I backed my ass up onto his dick more.

"Damn girl," Billy said. I smiled at his comment and because my previous thoughts about not meeting his standards had vanished from my mind. They were crazy as hell now that I think about it. I couldn't believe I doubted my abilities with my pussy.

No more than ten seconds later, the lock on Billy's door was undone. "Nigga I'm so tired of yo ass," Brittany said as she swung the door open. "What the fuck you want now," Brittany asked Billy while eyeing his ass from head to toe. I could tell by the way that Brittany was looking that she was tired as fuck. I already knew that it wasn't because of what had went down at the club. Nawl, it wasn't because of that. Smoke had beat that pussy up. And good as hell by the way that she was looking.