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Dog Ass Nigga Part 2
I sat furiously as I listened to the hateful screaming over the phone, my leg jumping as she spits several profanities at me. I was trying to understand how she could possibly believe that Stokeley was hers, seeing as he lives with me. She was probably just some groupie bitch, but the thought of going through the same arguments again made me sigh. I shook my head, hung the phone up, tossed it on the bed, and hopped out of the bed to pace the room. I was tired of confronting Stokeley about the same ole shit, but I was curious to know what he's really been up to because he's supposed to be finishing his album not screwing some hoe behind my back. I guess it was too good to be true. Me believing that he would change and not put me through all of that hurt again. Now look at me going through that hurt again. I've always been suspicious of Stokeley cheating on me again. Everything was just too perfect now. We used to always have disagreements, but it seems as if it's been less of that now, and that bitch calling my phone now that I caught him in his infidelity just confirmed my suspicions. It's crazy to me though how he promised not to go through with that again and break us. I was too angry to dry the rest of my damp body and then lotion it too so I decided to slip on a bra and panty set and a loose-fitting tank top and shorts to go over it. I put my hair in a loose ponytail and grabbed my car keys and phone. I was ready to beat some ass. Beat a bitch up yup.
As I was driving to the address Stokeley's mistress provided, I began thinking about how much time and energy I wasted trying to love this cheating ass bastard who went behind my back whenever he got the chance. I could have been with someone else who would treat me right and I wouldn't be on my way to fight one of his little hoes he keeps on the side when he gets bored. Frankly, I was tired of being fucked over, and maybe beating one of these bitches asses might be what it takes for them to back off.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized the place immediately. It was a park that was known in our town for being where everything crazy happens, mostly due to the paths that weren't easily accessible and the constant shade from the trees that inhabit the area. The altercation that this trick was facilitating was one that she wanted to be hidden. Which was good for me, as I didn't need me or Stokes names all over The Shade Room. However, she had nothing to gain from this setting. If I were a side piece to a rich dude and I beat his girl up, I'd want it slathered on every newspaper, blog, and tv show I could get my hands on because that's the type of bitch I am. This made me cautious as to what she has up her sleeve. Either she plans on really fucking my face up and doesn't want to be charged or doesn't want word to get out that she was fucking my man.
Getting out of the car, I decided to leave everything but my keys, in case this hoe wants to be messy and take something. Once the click of my locked doors sounded, I headed towards the rightmost path, which was the shortest path, since I didn't feel like walking miles to confront someone who really didn't deserve my time. I picked my head up from looking at the emblem on my black Air Forces to a picnic table that was taken by three females, who were all on their phones or checking out their nails. Their gazes changed once they sensed me coming closer, since the table was situated directly beside the entrance to the path. Once I was in earshot, I heard them mumbling "Ain't that the bitch" which made me change my course of actions. Assuming one of three was the one I was looking for I approached the table. "So which one of y'all busted ass hoes been all over my nigga?"
... OMNISCIENT
It was nearing midnight and her legs were open, spread like butter, parted into a "V" with a thong moved to the east, and a rock hard tip of a dick oozing precum running along a slit and a muscular body restrained on top of her, seizing the movement of her as if they were wrestlers trying to pin the other. Shontel hissed and took in a sharp intake of breath at the sudden discomfort of Stokeley trying to squeeze his bulbous tip inside of her sleek passage. Noticing the twinge of pain on her face, his middle and index finger met her southern lips to rub her engorged pearl in a way to distract her and pleasure her further at the same time.
The room was faint other than her womanly moans that escaped her plump lips and her wetness that spilled out of her passage coming in contact with his digits. "Oh fuck baby," she mumbled out breathlessly in a strangled moan. With a sleeping baby in the room, Shontel knew she had to keep her moans to a minimum. Coating the tip with her sticky residue of creaminess, Stokeley aligned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed. "Ooohhh Stoke," she winced and moaned at the same time, gripping his shoulder, feeling his rock hard width expand inside of her to stretch her opening beyond capacity. "Shit," He grunted, feeling her walls hugging him. She fitted him so perfectly, just the same. He had her feeling like a virgin again at how she had to adjust to accommodation.
Pressing his body harder on top of hers, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, holding her in his arms, becoming acquainted in the form and shape of her body. Tears brimmed in her eyes from the feeling of euphoria and the chemistry amongst the two was so intense that it was bringing out the emotions in her. She knew she was sleeping with someone in a relationship, but she couldn't help the way Stokeley made her feel. Being in love with a taken man made her jealous and it's the reason why she acted on her actions. She wanted all of him, not half of him. Shontel had a trick up her sleeve when she got out of the shower and noticed Stokeley wasn't around. The last time he was over she snuck in his phone and got Yvette's contact. She figured she'd make the bitch upset to where she wanted to come out and fight, pretend as if she was going to meet her where she told her to go, but that wasn't even the case. Shontel called her girls up to handle her lightweight for her and she hurried and called Stokes begging for him to come back, but was surprised that he hadn't left yet
CONVERSATION EARLIER *
"Yeah?" Stokeley answered on the first ring as he jumped into his car and strapped his seatbelt, on the way to his girl after being a dog ass nigga.
"Forreal Stoke that's how you rock? That's how you feel about me? Just leave a band on my nightstand after fucking me, Ion want that shit, I want you!" Shontel's loud voice boomed.
There was silence on the phone, but the sound of Stokeley's engine revving to life outside her window made her instantly perk up and rush to her window butt naked. "You know I got a bitch so don't even come at me with that ra ra shit," He barked, irritated that she caught him about to leave. He had her fucked up and so she exposed her white perfect teeth once she saw that Stokeley looked up at her. She licked her lips, aroused at the way he was talking to her, but jealous too that he mentioned her. "I never ask you for a motherfucking thing other than your time so why can't you ever give me that huh? Why you keep fucking and ducking me and going back to be with that bitch!" Shontel screamed into the phone, almost forgetting about the plan since her emotions were all over the place now.
Telling Stokeley she'd be right down she ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and patted underneath her eyelids to make her eyes all puffy then rushed to put some clothes on. Stepping out of her home in a tight fitting dress, Stokeley popped the locks to his sports car and Shontel relaxed in the cream seats. Stokeley sighed when he caught notice of her tear-stained face. "Yo you doing all of this crying shit for what?" He mumbled, as he toked on a cigarette. A thick wisp of smoke exhaled from his nostrils and polluted the small car like exhaust from factories. Shontel glowered at him, fanned the air, and pointed a long acrylic nail in his direction. "You act like Ion have a reason to be feeling the way I feel Stoke. I'm not some toy where you play with it for a bit and then get tired and decide to leave it alone for another day,"
He took another puff, ditched the butt outside, and glared at her before looking off to the side. "Whatever yo" He mumbled, relaxing into the seat and Shontel took advantage by climbing on top of him. They made eye contact "I just want more time with you," she mumbled, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Please tell me you want more time for me too..."
PRESENT
His breath was hot on her neck and the speed of his strokes made their skin meet and resonate across the room. "This yo dick ma," He groaned in her ear, grabbing her throat pounding deeply inside of her, holding one of her jiggling thighs in place with the other, hearing her juices move fluently. "I l-love you so much," she moaned long and hard with a shout, on the verge of tears and cumming. Her knuckles were turning white from gripping the sheets on the bed so hard, pulling them out of place. "You love me or you love daddy's dick?" He taunted her, leaning down to kiss her tears away, not missing a beat, as his dick rammed into the sweet box between her thighs nearing his nut.
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