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consider Yay-Yay as family." - She noticed his eye brow rise. - She continued, "but I think the girl has a crush on you." She paused and waited for Peter’s response. To her surprise he didn't defend Yay-Yay like he did in the past. He must feel the same way Jazz thought. She took a deep breath.
"Peter. I don't want my cousin working for you."
"What?" Peter blurted. He wasn't expecting to hear that one. Unsure of how to respond to Jazz’ request, Peter charmed her. He pulled her close to him, kissed her soft lips and said,
"Let’s not mess up tonight talking about Yay-Yay or any other female; it’s me and your time."
She smiled and nodded to agree.
"Can we talk about it later, she asked Pete.
He told her yes, later, but not now. Then they kissed again.
Later that night they ended back up at his place. Once the two got their buzz on, Peter started by pleasuring Jazz and to his surprise it ended with her pleasuring him. Although she wasn’t experienced with performing oral sex like Yay was, Peter focused on who was doing it and how much he loved and appreciated her. He wasn't able to bust, but that was okay. He still enjoyed every minute of her attempt to please him. Around 2am Peter dropped Jazz off at home.
Before day break on Friday morning………
Peter pulled his silver 745 in front of the black iron gate that lead to the entrance of his driveway. He put his car in park, got out and unlocked his gate. He walked back to his car, got in, shut the door and pulled into his driveway. He cut his car off and sat there for a minute. A smile crept across his face when he thought about Jazz and how she tried to please him. He puffed his chest out thinking about how he had a young tender that was still a virgin, smart, pretty and loved him like no other. She's definitely someone he would want to wife in the future. She was one of the only ones that accepted him for him. And he loved her for that. The only problem he had was having his ego stroked. That's why he fucked around with the hood rats and gold diggers they catered to his ego. They made him feel like he was the man, a king. They were impressed with his status. Jazz cared nothing about that. All she cared about was that he was her man. Status, money, cars was never the reason she chose to be in love with Peter. And he knew that. I promise I’m going to do right by her as soon as she let me break her in. Peter thought. The sounds of E40’s Tell Me When to Go broke Peter out of his thoughts. He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed Sabrina getting out of a black Yukon. A different nigga every other night, Peter thought to his self as he got out the car and walked toward the gate to lock it.
"What's up, Peter?" Sabrina said as she crossed the street.
"Come here, Sabrina." He called out.
With no questions asked, she sashayed over to Peter. He checked her out. She was slutty-looking good. She wore a white halter mini dress and a pair of red stilettos, to match her fire engine red hair. Just looking at her, Peter got hard. It was something about them light skin ghetto girls that turned him on.
“ Ain't it too late for you to be out?" Peter teased.
"I'm grown." Sabrina shot back. "Anyway, what's up?" she asked.
"You wanna smoke something?"
"I don't smoke." She frowned her lips and looked him up and down real quick. "But if you got something to drink I'm with that. I'm going to need a buzz to block out my granny bitching."
She looked over at her house.
"I know she ain't sleep."
Peter unlocked his front gate.
"Come on."
Sabrina took two steps into the yard and before Peter could shut the gate good, the driver of the Yukon swooped up in front of his house. A brown skin dude, with cornrows jumped out with a pistol in his hand. His eyes were on Sabrina and his gun was pointed at Peter. The nigga was smooth. That's because he was a gangster first and a
"Peter. I don't want my cousin working for you."
"What?" Peter blurted. He wasn't expecting to hear that one. Unsure of how to respond to Jazz’ request, Peter charmed her. He pulled her close to him, kissed her soft lips and said,
"Let’s not mess up tonight talking about Yay-Yay or any other female; it’s me and your time."
She smiled and nodded to agree.
"Can we talk about it later, she asked Pete.
He told her yes, later, but not now. Then they kissed again.
Later that night they ended back up at his place. Once the two got their buzz on, Peter started by pleasuring Jazz and to his surprise it ended with her pleasuring him. Although she wasn’t experienced with performing oral sex like Yay was, Peter focused on who was doing it and how much he loved and appreciated her. He wasn't able to bust, but that was okay. He still enjoyed every minute of her attempt to please him. Around 2am Peter dropped Jazz off at home.
Before day break on Friday morning………
Peter pulled his silver 745 in front of the black iron gate that lead to the entrance of his driveway. He put his car in park, got out and unlocked his gate. He walked back to his car, got in, shut the door and pulled into his driveway. He cut his car off and sat there for a minute. A smile crept across his face when he thought about Jazz and how she tried to please him. He puffed his chest out thinking about how he had a young tender that was still a virgin, smart, pretty and loved him like no other. She's definitely someone he would want to wife in the future. She was one of the only ones that accepted him for him. And he loved her for that. The only problem he had was having his ego stroked. That's why he fucked around with the hood rats and gold diggers they catered to his ego. They made him feel like he was the man, a king. They were impressed with his status. Jazz cared nothing about that. All she cared about was that he was her man. Status, money, cars was never the reason she chose to be in love with Peter. And he knew that. I promise I’m going to do right by her as soon as she let me break her in. Peter thought. The sounds of E40’s Tell Me When to Go broke Peter out of his thoughts. He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed Sabrina getting out of a black Yukon. A different nigga every other night, Peter thought to his self as he got out the car and walked toward the gate to lock it.
"What's up, Peter?" Sabrina said as she crossed the street.
"Come here, Sabrina." He called out.
With no questions asked, she sashayed over to Peter. He checked her out. She was slutty-looking good. She wore a white halter mini dress and a pair of red stilettos, to match her fire engine red hair. Just looking at her, Peter got hard. It was something about them light skin ghetto girls that turned him on.
“ Ain't it too late for you to be out?" Peter teased.
"I'm grown." Sabrina shot back. "Anyway, what's up?" she asked.
"You wanna smoke something?"
"I don't smoke." She frowned her lips and looked him up and down real quick. "But if you got something to drink I'm with that. I'm going to need a buzz to block out my granny bitching."
She looked over at her house.
"I know she ain't sleep."
Peter unlocked his front gate.
"Come on."
Sabrina took two steps into the yard and before Peter could shut the gate good, the driver of the Yukon swooped up in front of his house. A brown skin dude, with cornrows jumped out with a pistol in his hand. His eyes were on Sabrina and his gun was pointed at Peter. The nigga was smooth. That's because he was a gangster first and a
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