T O Y A

Eighteen

Mo in media

Toya
"Drake want this beat right here." We both bobbed our head listening to the beat play throughout the speakers. I watched as his head and hands went along with the beat. I watched his hands glide across the keys, adjusting the music to sound exactly lime he envisioned it. It was so sexy to see him in his element.

"Yea I really like that one." I stated listening to the song end.

"Oh yea? Listen to this one."

The song played and you could tell whoever got this beat, was gonna have an anthem. The beat was hype, and the base was hard. Perfect ass shaking song.
So I put it to the test.

Carter smirked as I threw my ass to the beat of the song. I threw my leg over his lap and began twerking in his lap.

"Aye, aye" he stated slapping my ass. We both laughed as I sat down.

"I guess you like that one." I chuckled.

"I love it."

"Yea I was thinking of pitching it to maybe Cardi or the City Girls." My eyes lit up.

"The City Girls?" He chuckled.

"Yea ma. Whichever one got the best price." He leaned back in his chair. I straddled his lap leaving kisses on his neck. He hissed in my ear gripping my ass. I moaned at his roughness.

"You so sexy when you talkin' your shit." I said in his ear. Leaving a wet kiss right beneath it.

I slithered down his lap onto my knees.

"Toya..." he mumbled.

"Hmm?" I unzipped his pants, freeing him from his boxers.  I began slowly jacking him off. I kissed the tip.

"Quit playin'." Was all he said before I took his entire length into my mouth.

Rayven
I laid across Mo's chest as we just finished another round of pure ecstasy.  I've only known this man a little over three weeks, and he was already makes me feel more special than any man ever has in all my years.  He catered to my body like it was the most perfect work of art. He knew how to make love to me like we've been married for years, and fucks me like we can't stand each other. He's perfect. 

"What you thinkin' bout?" He asked.

"You." I smiled leaving a kiss on his lips.

He pulled out his phone and began scrolling on instagram.

"What's your password?"

"For what?" He asked.

"Instagram dummy." I said sitting up. He smacked his lips.

"What you need my password for?" He furrowed his eyebrows, locking his phone.

"So I can have your account and you can have mine."

"I don't want yours." He stated getting back on his phone to scroll.

Oh this nigga got some nerve.

"Why? You don't want me to see all the bitches you dm?"

"Here you go.."

"Nah nah, it's cool Maurice. That's all you had to say."

"If you really think I'm fucking with some hoes you a dumbass." He said.

"You the dumbass Maurice. You being hella secretive. I don't even know your phone password."

"I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, why you tryna' fuck that up with this dumb shit?" I could tell he was getting aggravated. Shit I don't know why. I'm not the one being a hoe on the low.

"You fucking it up tryna' run game."

"You not even my girl yet."

I shook my head getting out of the bed.

"Man, what the fuck you doing? Lay down."

"Fuck you Mo." I said putting on my clothes. 

"You doing too much."

I ignored him and continued putting on my clothes, fixing my hair.

"Lose my number nigga."

"Rayven!" With that I left the room.

Pharaoh
I was on my way to Mo's room when I saw a pissed off Rayven leaving.

"Wassup Ray-..."

"Hey Pharaoh." She cut me off and kept walking. I ain't even finna' get all into that.

I walked in his room to see him sitting on the couch booting up the playstation.

"Wassup nigga."

"Whatup." He responded.

I went into his fridge and of course wasn't shit in there. No wonder this nigga always hungry, he don't know how to grocery shop.

"Fridge always empty boy."

"Cause it's only enough in there to feed me." He said

"Barely that shit.." I said grabbing a controller.

"Wassup with Rayven?" I asked. He shook his head.

"She trippin. Asking for my passwords and shit."

"Why you ain't just give it to her?"

"Cause it's my shit." I nodded my head, leaving it at that. That ain't none of my business.

"What y'all niggas doing?" Tyler said sitting in a chair next to the couch.

"Shit.."

"Chillin'" We responded.

"I just left this fine ass hoe room. I mean fine as hellll, she remind me of Waka Flocka girl."

"Tammy?" Mo asked.

"Yea, yea." Tyler said typing on his phone. 

"Damn"

"Aye she got some friends. Wassup?" He asked.

I looked at Mo.

"I'm single." I stated shrugging my shoulders.

"Shit..." Mo started. "Me too. Bring them hoes over here."

"Yes sir." Tyler said typing on his phone.

Aminah
"We gotta figure something else out." Mila said while chewing on her gum. She still wanted to succeed in this weird plan of breaking Carter and Toya a part. I just don't understand why she is so invested in them. Carter's dick must be great.

"Girl, just leave them alone."

"Shut the fuck up. I'll figure it out."

"You gone end up getting hurt Mila. Bad."

"Ain't nobody gone hurt a pregnant woman." She smiled cradling her stomach.

Crazy bitch

"You not gone be pregnant forever."

"Yea yea." She waved her hand at me as she scrolled on her phone.

"Once King coke head ass gets his shit together, everything will work out."

"Who is King?" I asked. She smirked looking at me.

"Oh y'all will meet very soon."

Toya
I was laying in my bed just getting back from the studio with Carter. He asked me was I hungry earlier, I said no. Now, I'm starving.

I put on my slides and grabbed my keys making my way to the Wendy's that was on campus. I put my headphones in and started playing "Movie" by City Girls.

I was almost at Wendys when I felt a rag cover my face, and a strong arm go around my neck.

"Don't fucking scream bitch." Was all I heard before everything went black and my body went limp.

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