Around the Way Girls 10

The next couple of days were spent with Amir. I was partly moved in, or so he thought. We went to Kings Dominion one day, Virginia Beach the next, and shopping every day. This nigga was really splurging on me in a serious way.

We had just come to the crib. Earlier we went out to eat dinner at Applebee’s. We decided to chill in the living room for a little while. I brought the big bottle of Henny in the living room. I poured us two glasses while he rolled up two fat-ass blunts. We started drinking and smoking, just chilling like we were homies instead of lovers. This was the type of relationship I yearned for but, too bad, this one wasn’t the right one, I thought as I pulled on the blunt.

I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was after 11:00 p.m. “Babe, I want some dick! How about we go upstairs?”

“Hell yeah. I am ready to jump head deep into that pussy.” He staggered to his feet.

I was sweaty and decided to take a quick shower. Tonight was special and I intended to make it as memorable as could be. I got out of the shower and oiled down my body with my herbal Hot Six Oil. I looked at bae, who was sprawled out across the bed, stroking his dick and smiling at me.

“You know how I gets down.” There was no shame in my game. My legs were straight; I was bent over with my hands locked around my ankles. My naked, oiled body was glistening, wanting and missing Amir’s full attention.

“Yes, I see,” he replied. He got up, stepping behind me with his chocolate thunder in his hands, priming it up. I wanted like hell to wrap my lips around his dick but my chocolate cocoa needed dick like yesterday.

“Say no more.” He stuck his dick inside my wetness.

“Slow and steady, big boy,” I said between breaths, trying to stroke his ego. His arms were wrapped around my waist. My round, perfect petite ass stayed arched. “Yesss, that’s it.” I cooed because his dick was traveling south and north and out my pussy.

I saw his reflection in the mirror as I cocked my head sideways, mesmerized by how big my ex-nigga’s dick actually was. I imagined it his dick sliding in and out of my pussy. This only turned me on more.

“Fuck this pussy.” My cockiness came out. I wanted to feel all of him inside my stomach. He repositioned his hands to my lower back and continued to take long strokes inside my uterus.

“Ohhh, shit, yes.” He penetrated harder into my pussy. “Fuck this pussy, Amir. Yes, bae, fuck me harder.” His dick was tickling my insides. My wetness shined on his tool as it traveled into my pussy.

My ass rocked back and forth and shook like jelly as Amir made love to my pussy. “Fuck meee,” I begged, feeling extra horny and super wet. His dick penetrated me and his nuts slapped my ass. I went crazy when his thumb jammed into my ass. “Ohh, shit,” I screamed out, nearly losing my breath.

“You like it rough, don’t cha?” He penetrated harder and harder as my screaming grew louder.

“Yesss, Amir, I love it rough,” I shouted out in a feelgood pain. His thumb sent chills through my body. “Oh, Lord,” I screamed louder.

“Don’t call on the Lord now because I’m your savior and here to deliver you,” he bragged. He was fingering and dicking me down at the same time.

“Shittt, Amir,” I cried out as my body started shaking. I felt multiple orgasms coming on. I braced myself, and tightened my muscles. My juices covered his dick as if Michelangelo painted it himself.

“Shit, damn, bae.” My knees became weak and my body crashed onto the floor. His heavy ass lay on top of my back. He spread my ass cheeks, and my pussy was poking out. He stuck his dick back inside my cum-leaking pussy.

He braced himself on the floor as I arched my ass up slightly to feel all his dick inside of me. “Yesss, bae.” He was digging deep into my pussy fast as hell.

Our breathing became heavy. “This is my pussy.” His body and my ass made a clapping sound each time he penetrated me. “My pussy, bitch,” he muttered. Usually I would have raised hell, but the dick was so good I didn’t care what he called me. All I knew was that he had my pussy on fire.

“Yes, I’m your bitch,” I chimed because I was in total bliss and ecstasy at the same time. My pussy spat out cum all over his dick. I was breathless as he lay on top of me, gasping for air.

I was happy that this episode was over. I ain’t goin’ to lie; since I’d been fucking with Amir this was the best fuck that he ever gave me. I got up, grabbed my underwear, and rushed to the bathroom. As soon as I heard him get up, I turned on the water, bracing myself for what was about to come.

“Nay, man, somebody just fucking robbed me, shawty!” He busted into the bathroom, yelling.

“Boy, what you talking about? Where is yo’ gun? Is they still here?” I jumped out of the shower. My body still had soap on it. I grabbed my robe, which was nearby. By this time, he was yelling on the phone. I really couldn’t understand what he was saying ’cause he was talking too fast.

“I swear, dawg, I’m going to kill whoever the fuck did this shit. I swear on my dead mama, yo.” His threats rang in my ears.

I hurried up and got dressed. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out. I wanted to call London to see if she was all right, but I couldn’t do it at the moment.

He hung the phone up and turned toward me. “Yo, I’m going to ask you this one time and one time only: did you give anybody the codes that I gave you? Please, Nay, think carefully before you respond.”

“Hell naw! So you think I had something to do with this? I was here with you.”

He didn’t say anything else to me. Instead, he picked up his 9 mm off the nightstand and walked out. I heard him go down the stairs, but I was still too shaken to move. My phone started ringing, but I pressed ignore and put it on silent. I had no idea how this was going to end. “God, please get me out of this situation,” I whispered under my breath.

He was gone for a long time and I just sat on the bed, contemplating my next move. London and I supposed to be boarding an early morning flight out of Richmond. We were ATL bound. We had no idea where we were going, but we decided we would figure that out once we got there. I was really looking forward to starting over.

“Bitch! I asked you who the fuck you gave my code to and you looked in my motherfucking face and lied to me.” He took several steps toward me and slapped me with the butt of his gun.

I stood up and tried to reach for my purse, but it was on the far end of the dresser. I looked down at my shirt and saw bright red blood.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t give yo’ shit to anyone,” I said, still sticking to my story.

“Shut up, you lying-ass bitch! Before I kill you, I want you to know why I killed yo’ ass,” he yelled as he slapped me with an open hand.

I started crying, but I was no match for this big nigga. I could see if the nigga was fat, but he was tall and had muscles. My mouth was twisted to the side and I barely could get the words out to plead for my life. I was certain, I was going to die. In my heart, I was hoping my girl was smart enough to get away fast. He grabbed me by my weave and started dragging me while calling me all kinds of degrading words.

He dragged me down the stairs and opened a door and dragged me inside. I knew it was over for me now. I closed my eyes and start asking God for forgiveness.

“Bitch, you see this? Look, ho.” He gripped my face and turned it to a screen. I almost fainted. This nigga had cameras throughout the entire house, even in the fucking shower. I swallowed, but it hurt. A lump formed in my throat. “Look, bitch! See? That’s yo’ motherfucking homegirl. The same little bitch who was in the car wit’ that nigga Keon. So tell me, Nay, how did this bitch get into my house and into my safe? You see? That is my motherfucking money she’s putting in a garbage bag.” He started applying pressure to my jawbone, hurting the hell out of my face.

“Stop, you hurting me,” I tried to scream out.

“Bitch, answer me. How did this bitch get into my house?”

“I don’t know! I swear to you, Amir, I didn’t give nobody the codes. I would never do that to you. I am having your baby.” I pleaded for mercy.

“Bitch, let’s go!” He dragged me back up the stairs. “Nay, I’m going to kill you, but you can stop that by calling yo’ bitch and telling her you coming over so you can get your cut of the money.”

This nigga was losing his mind. I knew he wanted me to set my girl up, but I would have rather died. “I’m not doing that,” I said.

“Bitch, you will.” He punched me in my eye, instantly closing it.

“Noooooo! Please don’t do this. I swear I don’t know nothing about this.” My cries fell on deaf ears because this big nigga kept pounding me as if I were a nigga in the streets. I stopped pleading and just started crying silently. He finally let me go and shoved me to the ground, and pointed his gun at my face. He pressed the barrel to my forehead.

“Now, bitch, wipe those fucking tears and dial that bitch’s number. You gonna act like everything is cool and let her know you coming through.”

I could barely pick my head up, but I did and looked at this nigga.

“Bitch, do it,” he yelled as spit flew out of his mouth and his eyes popped out wide. It was sickening to see him in such a rage. I knew his intentions for me were not good and I didn’t see a way out.

“Bitch, dial the fucking number before I blow your fucking brains out now.” He cocked the gun at my head with his hand on the trigger.

God, this can’t end like this, I silently said to myself.

I scrambled for my phone that was in my cross-body bag. I swear I didn’t want to do this, but I figured if I could make it out of here, I may have a chance to get away from him. I just hoped London was smart enough to figure out what was going on.