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"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You love Kirbie, don't you?" she sobbed into
my bare chest. "You wanna be with her!"
"No, no, no," I said. "I wanna be with you,
Ashleigh."
"I can't take it!"
"Take what?"
"The competition." She looked up at me with
red-rimmed eyes. "I don't know how much longer I can do this. On
the outside, you're with Monifa. I have to be number two to that
dumb, uneducated bitch. But on the inside your heart belongs to
Kirbie so I have to be number two to her too! What does that make
me? I'm number three!"
"You're number one,
Ashleigh. You know my situation with Monifa. Her brother is my
supplier. But as soon as this music thing takes off, I'm done with
her and him."
"What about Kirbie?"
"She's an artist on Swope Records. That's it.
Why would I wanna be with Kirbie? That's moving backwards. Does
Kirbie have a B.A. in Communications? No, she doesn't. Does Kirbie
own her own home? Does Kirbie have hundreds of people inboxing her
everyday asking her to represent them in managing their music
careers? No, she doesn't. Kirbie isn't on your level."
Ashleigh stared into my eyes. "But she gets
more Likes than me."
I sucked my teeth and laughed.
She laughed too.
"Let me show you how much I love you," I
said, as I grabbed her by her arm. I made her bend over and put her
hands down on the mattress. I whispered provocatively, "Showing is
what I do best."
With my fingers, I nettled her pussy lips
for a few seconds before I stuck my full cock inside of her. I felt
her womb clench, and this was the single-most favored sign of
appreciation that a woman could give. I began to powerdrive
her—both hands on her hips, pumping in full strokes, trying to make
her knees give. It only took four full dicks before she went down,
and that's when I pulled her arms behind her back as if arresting
her. My hands were big so I was able to secure her thin wrists
together with one hand. My other hand was on her shoulder.
I started digging in
hard . If making
love was give-and-take, I was being real generous right
now.
I gave it to her relentlessly. She was
moaning louder and louder with each stroke. It was maddening. I had
told her time and time again to keep her screams to a minimum. The
walls could talk, and I didn't want to get kicked out again. On the
other hand this was another one of those signs of appreciation.
When Ashleigh got like this I called it "hotel mania."
"Coras, I love you!" she screamed.
"Use yo library voice."
"I can't!"
"Do I need to get the duct-tape?"
"If you can reach it without pulling Mr. Pete
out," she said breathlessly.
I had a lot of love and admiration, even
gratitude, for Ashleigh. She would make somebody a happy husband
one day.
Just not me.
She was a hard worker, she wanted me to
succeed, she never hated on me or my situations, she had class in
an age of indecency—I loved all of that shit about her—but she just
wasn't for me. Kirbie Amor was my musical soulmate.
Sometimes I couldn't stay erect long enough
to finish Ashleigh off. I would always imagine what it felt like to
be inside Kirbie's pussy. I wanted to skeet on Kirbie's brown skin
and pull her hair like I hated her. I wanted to stick my tongue
down her throat and growl at her and threaten to do her more bodily
harm if she didn't marry me right then at that very moment while my
dick was buried in her moist hideaway.
Sometimes I needed an
extra Purple
Gorilla to finish Ashleigh
off.
And this was one of those times.
"Hold on, Ashleigh, let me get that
duct-tape and another pill," I said.
CHAPTER 13
La'Renz "Buddy Rough" Taylor
Staying in a New York hotel across the street from a
business that was owned and operated by a former partner turned
traitor could put a toll on a man. But not me. I was more
disciplined than most people.
I could have acted out my rage. I could have
purchased an Armalite AR-10A sniper rifle with an anodized aluminum
finish and set it up at the window and
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You love Kirbie, don't you?" she sobbed into
my bare chest. "You wanna be with her!"
"No, no, no," I said. "I wanna be with you,
Ashleigh."
"I can't take it!"
"Take what?"
"The competition." She looked up at me with
red-rimmed eyes. "I don't know how much longer I can do this. On
the outside, you're with Monifa. I have to be number two to that
dumb, uneducated bitch. But on the inside your heart belongs to
Kirbie so I have to be number two to her too! What does that make
me? I'm number three!"
"You're number one,
Ashleigh. You know my situation with Monifa. Her brother is my
supplier. But as soon as this music thing takes off, I'm done with
her and him."
"What about Kirbie?"
"She's an artist on Swope Records. That's it.
Why would I wanna be with Kirbie? That's moving backwards. Does
Kirbie have a B.A. in Communications? No, she doesn't. Does Kirbie
own her own home? Does Kirbie have hundreds of people inboxing her
everyday asking her to represent them in managing their music
careers? No, she doesn't. Kirbie isn't on your level."
Ashleigh stared into my eyes. "But she gets
more Likes than me."
I sucked my teeth and laughed.
She laughed too.
"Let me show you how much I love you," I
said, as I grabbed her by her arm. I made her bend over and put her
hands down on the mattress. I whispered provocatively, "Showing is
what I do best."
With my fingers, I nettled her pussy lips
for a few seconds before I stuck my full cock inside of her. I felt
her womb clench, and this was the single-most favored sign of
appreciation that a woman could give. I began to powerdrive
her—both hands on her hips, pumping in full strokes, trying to make
her knees give. It only took four full dicks before she went down,
and that's when I pulled her arms behind her back as if arresting
her. My hands were big so I was able to secure her thin wrists
together with one hand. My other hand was on her shoulder.
I started digging in
hard . If making
love was give-and-take, I was being real generous right
now.
I gave it to her relentlessly. She was
moaning louder and louder with each stroke. It was maddening. I had
told her time and time again to keep her screams to a minimum. The
walls could talk, and I didn't want to get kicked out again. On the
other hand this was another one of those signs of appreciation.
When Ashleigh got like this I called it "hotel mania."
"Coras, I love you!" she screamed.
"Use yo library voice."
"I can't!"
"Do I need to get the duct-tape?"
"If you can reach it without pulling Mr. Pete
out," she said breathlessly.
I had a lot of love and admiration, even
gratitude, for Ashleigh. She would make somebody a happy husband
one day.
Just not me.
She was a hard worker, she wanted me to
succeed, she never hated on me or my situations, she had class in
an age of indecency—I loved all of that shit about her—but she just
wasn't for me. Kirbie Amor was my musical soulmate.
Sometimes I couldn't stay erect long enough
to finish Ashleigh off. I would always imagine what it felt like to
be inside Kirbie's pussy. I wanted to skeet on Kirbie's brown skin
and pull her hair like I hated her. I wanted to stick my tongue
down her throat and growl at her and threaten to do her more bodily
harm if she didn't marry me right then at that very moment while my
dick was buried in her moist hideaway.
Sometimes I needed an
extra Purple
Gorilla to finish Ashleigh
off.
And this was one of those times.
"Hold on, Ashleigh, let me get that
duct-tape and another pill," I said.
CHAPTER 13
La'Renz "Buddy Rough" Taylor
Staying in a New York hotel across the street from a
business that was owned and operated by a former partner turned
traitor could put a toll on a man. But not me. I was more
disciplined than most people.
I could have acted out my rage. I could have
purchased an Armalite AR-10A sniper rifle with an anodized aluminum
finish and set it up at the window and
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