adult it's heightened.
I giggled a little before heading in my room plopping down on the ruby red comforter spread across my bed. I didn’t even bother to turn the light on. Darkness had been my friend of late. It helped me think about the things I needed to do with my life. Momma was right. I wasn’t getting any younger.
“Baby,” Momma called out rushing down the stairs as a car horn honked outside. “I’m gone for the night. See you in the morning beautiful.”
“Have fun momma. Love you,” I called back.
“Love you too, sugar.”
As soon as I heard the door slam downstairs, I anxiously reached into the white wooden nightstand next to my bed and pulled out the tiny bullet I had inside. It Fit in the palm of my hand and was so tiny and silver that it could have been mistaken for a battery. But what it lacked in size, it more than made up for in punch. I pressed the button on the bottom of it activating the strong vibrating sensation before opening my legs as wide as they would go.
Pressing it against my clit, my body immediately went into overdrive. As I closed my eyes, I tried to vision myself with the perfect man but continuously came up with the chiseled chest of the dude next door. He was an asshole to women, only using them for one thing. But fuck it. I rubbed my perfect 38C big brown nipples anticipating the cum that was ready to burst from within me. I may have been a virgin but I stayed horny like a porn star. Who needed a man who would only dog you when I had the perfect erotic store waiting for me to buy a handful of these?
Chapter 3
Two nights later
Quince
“Why’d you do it, Steelo? Huh? I’ve been nothing but good to you. Haven’t I?” I growled through my teeth.
“Quince, I would never do no shit like that to you man. You’re like a brother to me. I promise you. You’ve gotta believe me.” Steelo sat on the cold concrete floor
“So how much was the deal for, Steelo? How much were you supposed to get for your cut,” I asked.
“I don’t know what the fuck you talking about man, I swear,” he cried fixing his hands in a praying stance.
My leg rose kicking the nigga dead in his mouth gushing blood out everywhere including my Gucci shoes. “Stop fucking lying.”
“Quince, I wouldn’t do you like that playa. You know I wouldn’t. Come on man. How long have you known me and I ain’t never did no shit like that.” Steelo brought his head up displaying his face drenched in tears.
“You came to me without a pot to piss in. Your wife was about to leave you and you were in debt like a motherfucka. I hooked you up with your own little spot. I put you on. And, what was the one thing I told you when I first put you on a few years ago, Steelo?”
“Come on, Quince man—“
“What was the one thing I told you motherfucka?” My voice echoed throughout the empty room.
“Don’t fuck with you.”
“That’s right. Don’t you dare fuck with me. Now look at you.” I stood back shaking my head at his graveling bleeding face.
“Please don’t kill me man. I’ll do anything. I swear, I’ll do anything boi. Please just don’t kill me,” Steelo begged clapping his hands together.
“Shut the fuck up. Take this shit like a man bitch,” I snarled looking him dead in his eyes. “Just so that you know, I don’t even want the little money you owed me from before neither. This right here, makes us even nigga.”
With the quickness, I snatched my nine from it's tucked position behind me and pointed it at his head as he screamed my name continuously begging for his life. I planted two hollow points in his dome and as he hit the floor I plugged one in his heart. If that nigga wasn’t dead before he was for damn sure dead after that last slug. Fuck him. I operated under the ‘cancel that bitch and get me another one’ act. God made me ruthless. I’m just living the life he designated for me to live.
Five minutes later, I was across the street heading back over to
I giggled a little before heading in my room plopping down on the ruby red comforter spread across my bed. I didn’t even bother to turn the light on. Darkness had been my friend of late. It helped me think about the things I needed to do with my life. Momma was right. I wasn’t getting any younger.
“Baby,” Momma called out rushing down the stairs as a car horn honked outside. “I’m gone for the night. See you in the morning beautiful.”
“Have fun momma. Love you,” I called back.
“Love you too, sugar.”
As soon as I heard the door slam downstairs, I anxiously reached into the white wooden nightstand next to my bed and pulled out the tiny bullet I had inside. It Fit in the palm of my hand and was so tiny and silver that it could have been mistaken for a battery. But what it lacked in size, it more than made up for in punch. I pressed the button on the bottom of it activating the strong vibrating sensation before opening my legs as wide as they would go.
Pressing it against my clit, my body immediately went into overdrive. As I closed my eyes, I tried to vision myself with the perfect man but continuously came up with the chiseled chest of the dude next door. He was an asshole to women, only using them for one thing. But fuck it. I rubbed my perfect 38C big brown nipples anticipating the cum that was ready to burst from within me. I may have been a virgin but I stayed horny like a porn star. Who needed a man who would only dog you when I had the perfect erotic store waiting for me to buy a handful of these?
Chapter 3
Two nights later
Quince
“Why’d you do it, Steelo? Huh? I’ve been nothing but good to you. Haven’t I?” I growled through my teeth.
“Quince, I would never do no shit like that to you man. You’re like a brother to me. I promise you. You’ve gotta believe me.” Steelo sat on the cold concrete floor
“So how much was the deal for, Steelo? How much were you supposed to get for your cut,” I asked.
“I don’t know what the fuck you talking about man, I swear,” he cried fixing his hands in a praying stance.
My leg rose kicking the nigga dead in his mouth gushing blood out everywhere including my Gucci shoes. “Stop fucking lying.”
“Quince, I wouldn’t do you like that playa. You know I wouldn’t. Come on man. How long have you known me and I ain’t never did no shit like that.” Steelo brought his head up displaying his face drenched in tears.
“You came to me without a pot to piss in. Your wife was about to leave you and you were in debt like a motherfucka. I hooked you up with your own little spot. I put you on. And, what was the one thing I told you when I first put you on a few years ago, Steelo?”
“Come on, Quince man—“
“What was the one thing I told you motherfucka?” My voice echoed throughout the empty room.
“Don’t fuck with you.”
“That’s right. Don’t you dare fuck with me. Now look at you.” I stood back shaking my head at his graveling bleeding face.
“Please don’t kill me man. I’ll do anything. I swear, I’ll do anything boi. Please just don’t kill me,” Steelo begged clapping his hands together.
“Shut the fuck up. Take this shit like a man bitch,” I snarled looking him dead in his eyes. “Just so that you know, I don’t even want the little money you owed me from before neither. This right here, makes us even nigga.”
With the quickness, I snatched my nine from it's tucked position behind me and pointed it at his head as he screamed my name continuously begging for his life. I planted two hollow points in his dome and as he hit the floor I plugged one in his heart. If that nigga wasn’t dead before he was for damn sure dead after that last slug. Fuck him. I operated under the ‘cancel that bitch and get me another one’ act. God made me ruthless. I’m just living the life he designated for me to live.
Five minutes later, I was across the street heading back over to
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