When Players Fall In Love

Chapter 9 (Tania)

Here I was caught up in Langston's wrath

again. I don't know what I wanted so badly

from him besides the dick and that I could do

without. It wasn't just the sex that had me, but

the sound of his voice, us laughing together,

the way he looked at me and all the shit that

came with it had me.

He was laying in the bed peeping my every

move as he listened to me rant about whatever.

"Why were you with that goofy lookin ass

nigga? I'm mean brah was hella funny lookin."

He teased. "Charles is a nice guy." I defended. I

could see the jealousy spark instantly. "He

must not be that nice if you left his goofy ass to

be with me. You better not be fuckin on bruh."

He finished. I wasn't into being checked. "I'm

not fuckin him, but why you care? You not my

man." I shot. "I'm not yo man, but I'm yo

nigga." He shot back.

Charles was calling my phone and I felt guilty

about the way I ditched him, but I ignored his

call anyways. "I'll explain later." I said to

myself before he texted me. I attempted to read

it before Langston snatched the phone from my

hands. "Cut that shit off, you don't need no

phone when you with me." His controlling side

kicked in as he couldn't help himself. "Bring

that ass over here. I don't know why you so far

away." He flirted. I was right next to him.

He was in my home, in my bed, and on his

way back inside my pussy. What the fuck was I

doing? Why was I giving this nigga my energy

without his commitment. He verbally made it

clear he didn't want nothing exclusive, but his

actions said something else.

I had on my best lingerie that Aaron never

got to see. Thigh high stockings and a sexy

panty set . Of course my pink sugar perfume

was magic to seduce. "Come over here and

sit on daddy dick." He demanded in the sexiest

way possible. I swear he had me so fucked up

tryna get me sprung like the rest of his bitches.

My submissive side perked up from his

demands. He was so blunt when it came to

what he needed and I kind of liked his

dominance. It was like he thought he was in

control, but didn't know he was the one doing

most of the work.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want his dick,

but that's not all I wanted. "Langston can I be

real? Sex is not all I want in my life." I said with

ease. "It's not all about sex. If it was, I wouldn't

of waited three months just to fuck. And You

know you got a place in a nigga heart." He

confessed. I smiled at the sound of that. I mean

Langston was hood as fuck and hearing him

talk like that was special. "Aight you don't want

no dick than just come lay next to a nigga." He

said.

    I did what I was told, but it was hard

resisting penetration from him and he knew it.

He caressed my ass cheeks as I was in his arms.

"You sure you don't want no more dick?" He

asked without hesitation.

    Eventually I was on top of him riding the

fuck out his dick. The same dick that caused

my pussy to bleed just months ago. The same

dick I vowed to be done with.

He was pulling my hair and holding me by

my neck as I continued to bounce on him. "Tell

daddy you miss this dick!" He demanded. "I

miss this dick daddy!" I admitted. "Good cuz a

nigga want his pussy back!" He boasted. "I'm

not goin nowhere." I moaned. "You betta not!"

He said as he slapped my ass cheeks and I

started to explode when he sucked my titties.

You may never know what it felt like

creaming for a nigga you loved so deeply. It

wasn't just about getting some dick and calling

it even. See this the type of shit that make a

bitch crazy.