Ashes 2 Ashes

Chapter I | Vindictive

When we fuck
When we fuck
When we fuck
When we fuck
I could be aggressive
I can be a savage
I just need your blessing
Say that I can have it
When we fuck
When we fuck

                        When we~Tank

Her subtle lips against mine made my dick wet as we showered together. Sevyn was my girlfriend. Five foot one with a big ass attitude, brown skinned, slim-thin, little booty. She wore her hair in a pixie cut hairstyle. She had a tatted sleeve and her entire back was done. I had a nice view whenever I was blowing her back out.

I dragged the wash cloth slowly down her back, teasing her, and making her arch slightly. The excess water and soap suds ran down her body and passed our feet, through the drain.

"Turn around." I demanded.

I gripped her up by her neck and with my free hand I picked her up against the shower tiles. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I slowly injected my phallic member into her pussy. She dug her nails into my back as she moaned for me to go deeper. I could feel her tighten around my mushroom head. I stroked faster and faster; breathing hard as the hot scorching water fell on us.

"Reese, baby slow down." She moaned as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"This is mine." I whispered in her ear; I told her, I wasn't asking. Fuck I look like asking. I KNOW that shit belongs to me.

"It's yours Daddy." She said.

We were fucking raw; like wild animals, banging against all the shampoo and body wash products. Her eyes rolled behind her head as my stroking became too much for her to handle. I ejaculated and she climaxed. My kids ran down her legs, pass our feet, and down the drain. I took her down and I kissed her as I held her by her neck. If you don't choke your girl while you're kissing her, you're not doing it right.

We finished our shower. We both grabbed our robes and continued in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with baking soda. My teeth were perfectly constructed, white and all. I had a fade, and a beard. I'm tatted and light skinned. I'm six foot-two, close enough to talk to God. Close enough to be one too.

I was attending my brother Cannon's birthday party at Bare Diamonds Strip Club. My dawg was turning twenty-five. Cannon was a a tad bit darker than me. He was tatted like me and fairly good looking. After all it was inherited.

Cannon practically raised me on his own. Our father was in jail for life for murder, and our mom was in somebody's abandoned building snorting some shit. We had a fucked up childhood. I was 5, when our dad got locked up. Pops swore up and down he was never gonna get caught up. But no, he doing life for second-degree murder. Dumb shit. Our mom on the other hand, lost herself after he left. She got addicted to drugs-typical shit. Don't nobody knows where she is at or what she is doing. Ion care not one bit. What kinda mother leaves her children over a gram. Shit was cold-hearted if you asked me.

I lived in a two bed room condo-just me and my girl. Me and Cannon, and Mitch made a living out here in the streets of Baltimore. Mitch was my best friend since first grade, and the nephew of Zero. Mitch was everyone's favorite dark skinned nigga. Bright ass teeth. He was cocky as fuck and full of himself, but he knew how to tone it down a little. Our old head, Zero, brought us in the game. Zero was my father's best friend. Pops made sure that we would be looked after while he was gone. Zero taught us everything we needed to know about the game. How to move weight, how to eat, and how to survive. Zero died of a heart attack last year. It hit us hard, but we couldn't express it not one bit. Zero ain't have no kids, so he wanted to make sure his legacy was past on to us. We weren't born with a silver spoon in our mouth, so we had to hustle. Shaking couple of rocks? That was easy. But we didn't do that shit anymore-we had niggas do it for us. Now we run the streets.